After leaving Aunt Lin's shop, Wu Pu was confused and subconsciously thought about the whole story of things. His consciousness kept squeezing, but his head gradually became painful.

I remember before I fell into a coma, I was in the underground boxing ring on the island of Phuket, Thailand. The opponent was a powerful South African boxer. That guy's fist was indeed very heavy, and he was kicked by a clumsy elephant. But the elephant was an elephant, and he had the strength but was clumsy to death. When he met a light monkey, his chances of winning were not great. The South African barbarian was an elephant. He was originally a sharp ape, and he could easily exhaust him. But after the second round of rest, his head was inexplicably dizzy, and then his hands and feet seemed to be uncontrollable. Facing the fist of the South African barbarian, he forgot to avoid it...

"I was knocked out by the South African barbarians... Have you been fainted for many days? Who sent me back here, old ghost?"

With difficulty squeezing consciousness, memory was pulled out bit by bit. Looking at the extremely familiar place in front of you, Wu Pu was as ignorant as a vegetative man who had been in a coma for ten years and suddenly woke up, and he couldn't find any clue about the situation in front of you.

Looking down, I was wearing the bright yellow shorts I used to do when I was punching, but I looked much bigger. The wide black belt tied on the trousers lost its original tightness and hung loosely on my hip bones, as if I would slide down with my bright yellow trousers at any time, causing my spring to fade.

There was bright sunshine above the head, and the streets on both sides were a bit old. It seemed to be a layer of gold in the sun, but it was full of vitality and so clean. The white cotton patch on the hand was already soaked in sweat, and the fist wrapped underneath seemed to have suddenly lost weight. When the hand drooped, the white cotton patch actually slid down easily. The exposed hands seemed unfamiliar, white and clean, without the traces of ruts and calluses that had been quenched from years of hardship. The eye-catching scar left on the golden triangle was gone.

There was a thin piece of paper where the thumb and index finger intersected. It was a sports lottery, but the style was much simpler and simple. Seeing the date on the lottery, my head suddenly hurt even more.

"The lottery draw date is August 27, 1999?"

I looked up and looked at the store I just walked out. It was the store I remembered, but the signboard was still named Aunt Lin. When I left that year, did Aunt Er renovate the signboard and then put on her daughter Erya’s name?

What's going on?

"Xiao Pu, why haven't you left yet?"

The doubts in my heart were still unsolved, and the curtains of the shops clattered, and a rich figure came out.

"Second Aunt-" The one who walked out was Second Aunt Lin, the most pretty widow in the town. But why was she still so young? Wu Pu remembered that this pretty widow was like this when she left. Fifteen years later, she didn't grow old at all?

"This kid, why is it so stupid today that he is as if he is possessed by an evil spirit? Don't stand in the sun, come into the room quickly. Look at you sweating, my aunt invites you to eat a popsicle to get rid of the heat-"

"Aunt, you have taken good care of it. You are still so beautiful after so many years-" Wu Pu murmured casually, stepped into the store, looked at the furnishings in the store carefully, but his heart became more and more confused, puzzled, and the headache became more and more serious.

"This kid, you are just a well-behaved child. My aunt is in her thirties. Why are you still pretty? Come on, wipe your sweat first. This hot day is so hot that your arms are covered in sweat-"

The towel was soaked in cold water, and the cold feeling was pressed on the skin, which made Wu Pu's thoughts a little clearer. His eyes just fell on the lottery bulletin board behind the counter. Seeing the date on it, he was suddenly stunned. The date and number of the latest issue were exactly the same as the lottery ticket in his hand. Moreover, Aunt Lin said that she was in her thirties. After fifteen years, shouldn't she be in her fifties?

"Aunt, what year is it today? What month is it?" The strong impact of vision and hearing caused Wu Pu to forget the movements in his hand in an instant. The towel was tightly placed under his left armpit, and the hanging left arm was lifted for a long time, and time seemed to have suddenly stopped.

Second Aunt Lin frowned slightly, looked at Wu Pu's dress, shook her head, and said, "This kid is crazy about summer vacation, and she has forgotten all her time. No, let's see, it's time to go to school in two days."

“August 28, 1999?”

A thunder suddenly fell from the clear sky, hitting Wu Pu's heart hard. He muttered the date pointed out by Aunt Lin on the desk calendar and squatted down suddenly. The faint figure reflected in the glass on the counter suddenly turned into a lively boy.

"Is this me? Why did I become like this? Could it be that... I...reborn?"

Aunt Lin's words continued to chatter and never entered Wu Pu's ears. Countless thoughts lingered in his mind. Life experiences came to his mind in an instant like ancient films, one by one, one by one, and a long time later, they finally coincided with the scene in front of him.

On August 28, 1999, Xiaojian Town, Aunt Lin’s shop, the day after tomorrow, was the day after tomorrow when the No. 1 Middle School of the City started... Today, he was three months away from 16 years old, and today, his life will experience the first tragedy...

...

Memory rewinding is a long process. Compared with the dozens of years that life has experienced, it is short. This alternation of long and short makes it difficult to adapt to it all at once, but Wu Pu was awakened by another sting.

Father, I remember my father who had been remembering his life but committed suicide today should be writing his suicide note at this time...

The memory rewind suddenly freezes. He wakes up from the alternating pain of losing and remembering his father. When he looks at the lottery in his hand, he vaguely feels that the number looks familiar. Wu Pu grins for a far-fetched look. Did he lean on Nan Ke’s pillow and have a dream or picked up Zixia’s moonlight treasure box and recite “Prajna Prajna Honey”?

"Auntie, did you draw the lottery last night?"

Aunt Lin's eyes were very strange, and she felt that the well-behaved son of the mayor's family was shocked today and looked infinitely cute.

Didn’t he ask about the time of the lottery draw yesterday? He said he wanted to watch the live broadcast on TV, but why did he forget it again today?

After all, she would not blame this childish naughty. She was counting the sales of the previous issue of lottery. At this time, she stopped and raised her head, and her delicate face without a trace of wrinkles opened slightly, "Yes, the lottery was drawn last night."

After saying that, she buried her head and started the statistics list. Suddenly, she suddenly stopped, then thrust her body, and her tall chest was exposed to Wu Pu's sight without warning. She herself did not notice it, and her eyes were full of shock. After a long time, she murmured: "Oh my God, the special prize, I actually sold a special prize, 5 million..."

The huge shock made Aunt Lin so excited that she couldn't control herself. Her fair face instantly climbed up a red tide. She couldn't suppress her excitement for a long time. She had no time to pay attention to Wu Pu on the side and read the winning number over and over again.

"3518..." Wu Pu spread the lottery ticket in his hand, repeated the winning numbers that Aunt Lin read out word by word, and compared them one by one. Before the pretty widow could finish his speech, he suddenly lifted the curtain of the store door and shot it out like an arrow.

"Are you really possessed evil?" Behind her, Aunt Lin reacted and looked at Wu Pu running out. She raised her head inexplicably and muttered, then buried her head and stared at the winning numbers on the lottery machine. However, she was silently calculating how much bonus she could get. As the number continued to increase, her breath became heavier again.

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Running out of Aunt Lin's shop, Wu Pu ran along the bluestone-covered street like a crazy wild horse to the end. Then he stopped exhausted and raised his head slightly, closed his eyes to avoid the bright sunshine. After exhaling deeply, he lowered his head and spread the lottery in his hand.

This set of numbers was remembered in his heart for fifteen years, and for several years he even forgot his birthday, but the number was still deeply engraved in his mind and could not be worn away.

Back then, when he found out about his father's accident, he thought about doing something, but his tender shoulders really couldn't bear too much responsibility. One day, he passed by Aunt Lin's shop and saw the lottery sales machine. So he exchanged all the pocket money he had saved for many years for a stack of lottery tickets. When he went there the next day, the stack of lottery tickets turned into waste paper, and on that evening, the news of his father's death returned home.

So, the winning number in that period was like a needle with a barb, which was deeply pierced in his heart for countless years. Whenever he was about to forget, the needle would shake gently, and the pain would make his memory deeper again.

But when he saw the lottery in his hand again, he hesitated. Was this just a dream lying on Nanke's pillow?

If so, are these scenes too real? The familiar streets, familiar people, and even the lights appear familiar... Everything is within reach, full of memories of youth.

He squeezed his face hard, and the pain was extremely real.

All this is true! It is true that it cannot be true anymore!

Touching the thin cheeks, Wu Pu grinned with difficulty. This kind of thing was a little weird, but the magic in it made people excited, and every cell was filled with stimulation.

In the dark, I really enjoyed the moonlight treasure box of Fairy Zixia, so I magically penetrated through the gap in time and returned to my eyes.

"But what's going on with the lottery?" The reality of five million made him hesitate again. He clearly remembered that he bought a thick stack of lottery tickets in his previous life and failed to win one, but why did he only have one in his hand, and he won the first prize alone?

"Old Gui, are you helping me?" Even if you are puzzled again, the fact of the first prize is as true as rebirth. After thinking about it, Wu Pu had to attribute it to the protection of the old ghost. He really remembered the sadness and despair in his eyes when the old ghost looked at him before he died. The thin scene of the parting glance slowly came to his mind. In the moment before he was unconscious, Li Dingkun pointed his dark gun at the old ghost, but the old ghost was still shouting at him with all his might - run!

"Li Dingkun——" He carefully held the lottery in his hand, Wu Pu grinned his teeth, reviewed Li Dingkun's appearance in his heart, and carefully hid the old ghost's name. Then he suddenly turned around, followed the direction of memory, and walked towards the direction of the town committee building.

Maybe he made up his mind to accept all this, maybe he decided to take off all the burdens and untie them one by one, or maybe he was glad that he could have the opportunity to get rid of the burdens... In short, when he walked into the bright sunshine again, Wu Pu felt relaxed all of a sudden.

He did not avoid the dazzling light. He walked in the middle of the road and seemed a little out of place with the passers-by who chose to walk in the shade of trees. A few teenagers happened to walk by not far away. He vaguely remembered their names, so he waved his hand kindly and smiled.

Suddenly, the scorching sun in 1999 became cute.

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Looking at the familiar streets and the scenery beside the streets, Wu Pu soon saw the ancient courtyard of the town committee building. He paused at the entrance of the courtyard for a moment and walked in.

The two events in the world are no longer deeply impressed by those who have seen it. Most of these people recognize him and greet him politely when they see him coming in.

He responded with a smile, but he was describing in his heart. Whoever asked him about this journey had gloated and even brought harm to the point after his father's death. By this analysis, a sarcastic smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Everyone who greeted each other showed an intimate smile. At first glance, it was the elder's kindness. After careful identification, there was only one person who really asked questions - a college student who had just graduated and was assigned to the town.

In total, there are no more or less. Eighteen people beat him by. This is exactly the last two digits of the lottery he has in his hand. If the winning amount is divided, these two numbers will bear more than 1.4 million yuan in bonuses, carrying nearly 30% of the credit... I just don't know that these people know that their father can avoid bad luck. What kind of expression will they have?

He was imagining with evil tastes, but he couldn't help but feel a little regretful. Since he was reborn in this world, this will no longer be a concept that may become a reality.
Chapter completed!