July 3rd, 1991.
In an inconspicuous town under Jiang City.
Xia Jianhua, who had just finished marking the papers at school and returned home, felt his head buzzing.
It was as if there was a stirring machine in his head that was operating at maximum capacity.
Squatting down and looking at the small figure in front of him, Xia Jianhua's mind was filled with all sorts of thoughts.
After holding it in for a long time, he finally asked a few questions in a row.
"Are you sure?
Are you really my son?
Was it the son from 30 years later?
Are you kidding me?”
Xia Jianhua was in a trance. His words showed that he was really in a panic.
That's right!
If it were anyone else who went to work and came back in less than two hours.
When you got home, your two-year-old son, who was still wearing open-crotch pants, suddenly changed from a person who was not very fluent in speech to a person who was not clear.
He even said that he was your son from 30 years in the future.
Who would be able to accept this!
Of course, it didn't matter if he could take it or not.
Xia Qi had to make his father accept reality now.
An hour ago, after waking up in bed and figuring out that he had been reborn, he confirmed the time through the bedside calendar in his room and confirmed his current location and that he was still himself.
After a short period of reminiscence, he was stunned.
After that, Xia Qi's thoughts became active.
1991.
He had actually been reborn into the 1990s.
Later generations called it an era of gold.
In this era, opportunities were everywhere, and the ground was full of gold.
It wasn't an exaggeration to say that the things in Xia Qi's head were more valuable than anything else in the world.
Even Einstein's brain wasn't as valuable as his.
In his small hands, he was holding a deck of cards full of King's Bombs.
A bomb that could blow up the entire world.
However, he was too young.
He was more than two years old, not even three years old. Even if he had a king bomb now, it would be useless!
He wasn't even old enough to operate it.
This was undoubtedly a very f * cking thing.
What should he do?
Could he just watch as opportunities slipped away from his eyes?
Watching others take off with money while he stayed at home and played with mud every day?
This idea was rejected by Xia Qi in less than a second.
What nonsense.
He was already reborn, yet he still watched others earn money. Then why did he come back?
Experience the poor life of the 1990s?
Wasn't this bullsh * t?
Therefore, Xia Qisi wanted to get rid of her father.
Since he was too young to sit at the table, he would let his father do it.
It didn't seem to be a bad thing for him to quietly follow his father and become a rich second-generation heir.
In fact, this would make him even happier.
I'm going to work hard.
In this era where opportunities were everywhere but resources and entertainment were scarce, he wanted his father to work hard and fight hard.
As for himself.
Then he would be responsible for making plans and be the son of a happy second-generation rich man who stood behind the richest man.
The moment this thought came out, Xia Qi could no longer hold it in. All kinds of fantasies…
After all, if there was anyone in this world that he could trust unconditionally and even reveal the huge secret that he was a reincarnator, he would be able to do it.
The only person left was his father.
Yes, Xia Qi wanted to self-destruct, or rather, lay his cards on the table with his father.
After all, if he didn't lay his cards on the table, how could he convince his father to listen to him when he was only two and a half years old?
Did he really think that reality did not need logic, or that he was like those brainless web novels of the future, able to command his father to do all kinds of things at the age of one or two, and control his father and the people around him to do all kinds of things for him without suspicion?
Wasn't this nonsense?
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"Yes, Dad, I'm very sure.
To be precise, I should have returned after more than 30 years.”
Xia Qi raised his head. Even though Xia Jianhua had squatted down, he still had to raise his head. After all, he was only two and a half years old and less than one meter tall…
Xia Qi looked serious. Before Xia Jianhua could say anything, Xia Qi continued,""Dad, don't worry. I'm definitely your son. Think about it. If I wasn't your son, would I dare to tell such a big secret?
Moreover, I can let you verify it.
It's to prove that I'm your son and that I've really been reborn from the year 2022.”
Xia Jianhua didn't say anything when he heard Xia Qi's words.
She only looked at her son with a complicated expression. He was wearing a dirty gray vest on his upper body and a pair of gray open-crotch pants on his lower body.
After watching for a full 20 to 30 seconds, Xia Qixian couldn't hold it in anymore.
"Dad, I don't have to lie to you!”Xia Qi said with deep feelings.
"Phew ~"
Xia Jianhua heaved a long sigh.
His gaze was still very complicated, and even his tone was very strange, but he finally spoke again.
"I believe you!"
Pausing for a while, Xia Jianhua said with mixed feelings,""Tell me about the rest of my life. Since you say you're my son, and you're my son in 30 years, you should know what's going to happen to me!”
Xia Jianhua didn't say anything else, nor did he think too much about it. He asked this question directly.
However, after asking, he felt that his question was very good.
However, it was still not enough to verify it.
After all, he was a teacher, so he quickly added,"Wait, start from when I was young!”
"Good!"
Xia Qi nodded and said.
Because there was no need to think or consider anything.
Talking wasn't like writing an essay. Even if there was something missing in a sentence, he could immediately correct it.
Moreover, this was his father. His question itself was not difficult for him.
"Dad, let me start with my grandfather!”
"Yes!" Xia Jianhua only hummed.
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