"Reborn?" After an unknown period of time, Wu Ze let out a long sigh and slowly accepted this fact. He returned to the time when he was seventeen years old, the time when he was studying in school.
An ancient calendar hung on the wall. Wu Ze hurriedly looked up.
May 19th.
There were a total of five people in the dormitory, and everyone had their own bed. In the middle of the room was a shabby wooden table.
The four people in the dorm were all humming a song by Beyond. There was a portrait of Huang Jiaju on the table. The God of Rock and Roll had passed away a week ago.
On June 24, 1993, Huang Jiaju accidentally fell from a high platform while filming in Tokyo. Six days later, on June 30, 1993, he died, sending the young man's poems and dreams to heaven.
His roommates were all die-hard fans of Byond, especially Huang Jiaju.
A week later, they still could not forget the sadness of that day.
There were very few young people nowadays who didn't know about Huang Jiaju, and there were also very few who didn't know about BYOU YOND. That unrestrained melody was like a young man telling a story of the past.
"Third brother, you're awake?" The boss looked dispirited and his eyes were red.
"Yes." In his memory, he and the other brothers were all drunk after Huang Jiaju's death. He was the one who drank the most. Even now, he still felt dizzy.
Wu Ze smiled and lifted the bedsheet. He was instantly stunned. It was already July 8th, which meant that he already had a girlfriend.
Memories flashed through his mind, and a beautiful yet stiff young girl's face appeared before Wu Ze's eyes. It was either bright or dark.
After a while, he could not help but laugh.
Wu Ze's thoughts were a little erratic. If he was given another chance, would he try to salvage that pure relationship?
Their fates had also undergone a tremendous change after their separation at the Green Sky Lake.
Decades had passed. He had experienced too many things, seen too much, and thought too much. However, there was still a trace of resentment in his heart that he could not let go of.
This was her first love. It was such a beautiful memory. She had once thought that it was true love and that she could protect it with her entire life.
But…
"Then there's no need." Wu Ze said with a hint of mockery in his tone. He should have thought it through long ago, but why was there always a trace of unwillingness in his heart? He even fantasized that if he could live for a few more days, he would be able to enjoy her warm lips.
But on second thought, he shook his head. If he had come earlier, he would have gone to Japan and told Huang Jiaju not to appear on stage anymore. That way, a rock genius would be forgotten.
However, he also knew that Huang Jiaju would not have a good ending even if he went back in time, let alone going abroad.
Sun Xing turned around and asked expressionlessly,""Third Brother, what did you say just now?"
"No."
Wu Ze tidied his clothes and got out of bed. He wanted to wash his face, but he realized that there were five thermos flasks in his dormitory. Four of them were empty, and there was only one left.
Wu Ze raised the light and thin thermos flask and looked up at the sky.
He looked through a big hole at the bottom of the thermos flask and saw a few spider webs hanging from it.
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"Other than a stupid relationship, there are many things I can do.”Wu Ze thought.
The 1990s was an era full of imagination.
He looked around.
A photo of Ye Qianwen was hanging beside the bed of the fourth brother, Zhao He. It was a photo of a famous singer and a famous song was playing on it.
This was a familiar song with a classic style.
Once it was released, it was very popular in the Divine Great Land.
When he saw the name of the song, a beautiful lyric involuntarily appeared in his mind.
? The world is long, passers-by are in a hurry, the tides rise and fall
???? The world of mortals, rolling, crazy, deep love
How many people could tell?
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Zhang Guorong was defeated by Lu Liangwei in 1992 and became a guest of the Golden Statue Awards. Even the popular Zhong Hanliang was just a fledgling youth.
A certain superstar was still playing with mud in the remote mountains of a poor village!
His second brother, Tie Zhu, was a top student. Beside his pillow was an English version of the night shift in Haikou.
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In the photo was a middle-aged man in a suit and tie with seven big gold rings on his fingers.
If he was not mistaken, that person should be a celebrity, a coal merchant from Shanxi, a very successful businessman.
? In the early 1990s, which was defined as the era of revolution, there were opportunities everywhere, wealth everywhere, and if you were creative, you could get anything.
It was difficult to distinguish between good and bad in a period. It was often chaotic and divided into two.
On the other hand, the farmers were simple, conservative, and scholarly.
On the other hand, he was mentally deranged.
It was also because of " madness " that there were all kinds of people, such as ambitious people and bastards.
Just like many rebirth novels, a great author would not have a USB drive in his head, so he would not be able to remember too many words.
When a lyricist composed a song, he could only remember a few popular songs, and then there was nothing else. This was the last harvest in his memory. He had to make good use of it and make the most of it in his future path.
Therefore, Wu Ze still had not thought of what he should do.
Of course, so far, not many people had heard of the name Ma Yun.
Ali Baba wasn't there, and neither was Wang Jianlin.
Therefore, he set a small goal for himself, which was to earn 100 million yuan a year.
The Internet was not widely spread. Bill Gates founded Microsoftin 1975 and became the richest man in the world at the age of 35. But now, he had become an egg in the eyes of Great Xia.
He was still humming that sad tune…
As for Zhang Jin, he was from the northeast.
This was a person who was obsessed with cleanliness.
However, the word " germaphobia " was not widely used in this era, so such a germaphobic person looked like a woman.
The bedsheets were covered, and there was not a speck of dust.
Everything had been tidied up, and there was only a mirror on the wall.
Zhang Jin often said to himself,"The ancients are like a mirror that can reflect the rise and fall." Only by knowing yourself and your enemy can you win a hundred battles."
He said,"A man uses a bronze mirror to make his clothes neat.」
In the mirror, she could vaguely see her own face. It was clean, handsome, and a little childish.
Her rosy lips, white teeth, and eyebrows carried a hint of arrogance.
Wu Ze looked at himself in the mirror and smiled. There was a calmness that did not match his age on his tender face.
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