The harsh alarm began to buzz and scream. When he opened his eyes in a daze, it was still dark. Hao Jun habitually stretched out his right hand and kept tinkering around the pillow. His fingertips collided with the cold objects, causing a faint pain. He subconsciously stretched his waist, but suddenly it seemed that his whole body could not be opened. He drilled out of the slightly thin quilt and suddenly felt a sudden feeling of enlightenment.

Hao Jun has always had the habit of sleeping under the quilt, and it is still the case even after getting married and having children.

The purpose of the snow-white ceiling and the spider webs left in the corner were all in front of you. Hao Jun blinked his eyes and continued to sleep. The frightening ringtone with high frequency was like a silk thread, which directly broke through his eardrums and poured into his mind frantically.

Hao Jun suddenly felt cold all over, and the irritability caused by the alarm disappeared instantly, replaced by deep shock and fear.

He almost jumped out of the bed. Just after the cold winter, the coldness of early spring could still penetrate into the bones of a person. The scene in front of him seemed vaguely familiar. However, Hao Jun could not imagine how he came to this ghost place, who was still sleeping in the bed of the warm little house. Could it be that he was kidnapped? Even such a possibility that even he felt ridiculous, but what if he really gave birth? What about his daughter Beibei, the baby girl Beibei who has been inseparable from him since his mother passed away? He clearly remembered that before he fell asleep last night, he kissed his cute daughter's forehead, told him a beautiful fairy tale, and the scene when he was sleeping.

His heart was trembling wildly. If Beibei left him in this world, then what is the meaning of his life?

"Brother Jun, you're not cold, get up quickly, get up early! Principal Gu should come to check again later. Be careful not to get out of the gate and get caught!" The sudden sound from under the bed was very tender. Hao Jun then had the opportunity to have the heart to notice where he was at this moment, but the surprise in his heart could no longer be suppressed.

The person who spoke to him was Hu Jiajie, or rather, Hu Jiajie thirteen years ago. This is a face that will never be erased in Hao Jun's heart, as if it was destined in fate. All the expressions on this face, every smile, every cry, and even every maturity or age, almost all the memories of Hao Jun.

Hu Jiajie is one of Hao Jun's few good buddies. He went his own way from elementary school until he graduated from high school. However, at this time, Hao Jun had no time to remember this face that had long been his memory, but he asked tremblingly: "Where am I?"

The guy who had just walked out of the door came back again, stretched out his big head, and sneered: "I see Brother Jun was scared to death. What a big deal. I'll find someone to settle it in the afternoon!" After the visitor said that, he lifted his pants that had fallen a little and ran away.

Hu Jiajie's expression on his face was very strange. He glanced at Hao Jun and said softly: "Get up quickly, that guy won't be there when he had morning fuck!"

Hao Jun's head kept buzzing, as if the alarm clock that had already been quiet in the corridor had been transplanted into his mind at this moment. The familiar face in his memory began to go out intermittently, but most of them seemed immature and young, and what Hao Jun knew was just a few more strokes on those faces with the years.

He couldn't help looking at the sky from the window. His expression was quiet, but his heart was already magnificent. He spread his cold hands in front of him. Is these young hands really his own? He was stuck in his nails and some nail mud and smooth skin that made women envious and jealous and hateful, telling him that this was a pair of little boy's hands, but was that really himself? Hao Jun stared at the index finger of his right hand for a long time, and looked at the familiar scars that lie across the palm of his hand, which made him slightly sure that these hands really belonged to him Hao Jun.

But everything in front of me was too bloody. Even if God couldn't help but make a joke on the world, why did he choose him? Is it just a dream? Maybe I'll sleep like this again. When I wake up the next day, I will warmly see my well-behaved and sensible daughter lying in my arms, waiting for my father to wake her up and send her to school.

I would rather all this be a dream, but it would be better to maintain it for a while. Hao Jun thought to himself that this belongs to him as one of the better memories in his life.

"We have common expectations during the rainy season when we were seventeen years old..." Lin Zhiying's song came from the big radio outside, and Hao Jun couldn't help but yelled lightly until he finally ran out of his throat in the quilt.

"You are singing well for classmates! You can't fuck me?" A very angry question suddenly hit Hao Jun's already chaotic thinking, causing him to slam all over.

Hao Jun opened the quilt helplessly and finally began to face up to what he had born in the morning. Everything he saw could not explain with common sense was not just because Gu Bawang came.

This is a very formal eight-person dormitory room. Hao Jun has been living in such an environment since junior high school. He has been graduating from college, and even in his early work stages, he lived in a dormitory such as the company. I believe that it is a dormitory in such a messy thoughts. As for Principal Gu, who had left an indelible image in Hao Jun's mind, he is currently the object of being ignored by Hao Jun.

"Okay, I'm back from time to time!" This is a sentence that has been rolling in Hao Jun's mind. No matter how he thinks, he can't explain all this based on his knowledge or experience in 2011. Hao Jun, who has not read the calendar or other records of time, cannot judge which year it was. However, what he can be sure of is that this was his dormitory in junior high school, and the approximate time was between 1995 and 1998.

He rolled numbly with the quilt and finally found the clothes in his eyes in the corner. Speaking of which, Hao Jun still remembers this school uniform. In that era, this black and white winter school uniform completely changed his image of the traditional loose and ragged school uniform, with a little bit of fashion in the warmth. The designer of this school uniform is President Gu, who was ignored by Hao Jun at this moment. It is hard to imagine that a middle-aged man in his fifties would have such avant-garde idea, and an old principal who has always been a traditional educator.

After putting on school pants, Hao Jun quickly climbed down from the upper bunk. After all, this movement has been repeated for almost ten years. However, it is difficult to wear shoes. It is easy to imagine what kind of mentality a man who is already thirty years old will face the dazzlingly gorgeous orange sneakers. What's more, these sneakers are also deeply impressed by Hao Jun. Among the only few photos left in junior high school, the photos he left in the Science and Technology Museum, wearing orange sneakers and a dark blue loose traditional summer school uniform, have always been one of the topics he talked about in the Science and Technology Museum.

Helplessly tied the green sneaker straps, Hao Jun eagerly walked into the small bathroom in the dormitory and jumped, finally causing President Gu, who had been suppressing his temper, to be in a mess, and he also jumped a few times with his eyebrows. As a principal who has maintained a serious image in front of students for a long time, Hao Jun's ignorance completely touched Principal Gu's nerves.

At this moment, Hao Jun was standing in front of the large mirror of eight people and eight small mirrors in the dormitory, trying hard to recall and make his image in his memory overlap with him in the mirror. It seems that there are some difficulties.

His shiny head was too lazy to repair it, and it was messy. Hao Jun vaguely remembered that from elementary school to junior high school, he maintained this state. Only when his head had eyes and his nose bridge would he reluctantly go to the store to modify it. Even when he met his gentle wife in college, he barely changed his appearance. Perhaps this is one of the reasons why Hao Jun, who looks pretty and sunny, has never been favored by girls.

Hao Jun flirted with the trend that had not yet been clear, and suddenly remembered Zhou Libo's words, and shook his head coquettishly at Principal Gu who had been standing at the door with a gloomy face, "Who is the head clear?" With the hometown dialect that is similar to Shanghai dialect, Hao Jun felt unique. After Hao Jun made this set of coquettish actions, he felt a little unnaturally a little faint. Some people and some things have been a long time, as soon as the facts have rolled, they will wander again. Even if he has a heart that many years later, in this familiar scene, when he sees familiar people, he always has the impulse to inexplicably integrate into his previous life and feelings. At this moment, Hao Jun even had to naturally devote himself to such an identity that belonged to him thirteen years ago. He couldn't help but secretly scold God for this terrible joke that was a big terrible joke for him.

He glanced at Principal Gu, and saw that there was no unnecessary expression on the old face full of vicissitudes. His heart was even more trembling. He still vaguely remembered that the expression of the old principal was often inversely proportional to the violence in his heart. But at this moment, a thirty-year-old heart was floating in his soul, and the seriousness of the old principal instantly became synonymous with kindness and kindness.

Holding back the excitement and uneasiness in his heart, Hao Jun stretched out his white palm and smiled at the old principal who was staring at him and made this series of actions: "Principal Gu, long time no see! You are much younger!"

Gu Zhongmin got up all morning and went to supervise the students to have morning exercises. His eyelids kept dancing hard, but he met such a student. I don’t know if he was old eyes or the head teacher concealed it but after more than two years, Gu Zhongmin believed that he had not noticed such a person among the students.

However, the principal, who was used to the wind and waves, subconsciously stretched out his right hand, holding the big and small hands together at the right time. Looking at the faint eyes in front of him, the old principal seemed to have seen the grateful eyes of the students who graduated from him and returned to visit him again.

Hao Jun didn't have time to think about what was the reason why the principal, who was known for his severity, shook hands with him, a teenager. He just jumped over the principal, walked down the stairs like a flying person, shouted: "Principal, I'm going to run!"

At this moment, his heart was like a flood of beasts, like a breeze blowing on the willows, as if it was flying in the sky, and as if it was running in the rivers and lakes. He was like a kite that would never be bound again. From then on, he would control his own destiny, and he would no longer be responsible for his own life.

Gu Zhongmin jumped to the side of his mouth without saying it, and he could no longer see the thin figure. Nan Nan said in his mouth: "It's so good to be young!"

Donghu Middle School had only two classes at the age of one year. At that time, it was a nominal independent school in Chengbei Middle School. The students were all elementary school students from all over the city who were admitted by real talent and had to teach a considerable sponsorship fee every year. At that time, all junior high schools in the city implemented such a so-called key class system to obtain expensive sponsorship fees. Of course, Donghu Middle School, one of them, was also one of them.

The semi-military management implemented by Donghu Middle School is that you have to get up on time at 6 o'clock every morning to go out for morning exercises. The so-called morning exercises are running around the playground located next to the dormitory building.

When Hao Jun went downstairs, the crowd had already started running in a rather orderly manner on the playground. Passing by the familiar cement basketball court and looking at the new basketball boards, it seemed as if you could feel the light and flying arcs passing through the sky, falling into the nets, and making a crisp sound as bright as your teeth.

Running through the basketball court, skipping the rostrum, it is the playground. Perhaps this is one of the only places where Hao Jun feels disgusted by Donghu Middle School. It is one of the runways paved with cinders. After many years, the school barely used a plastic runway.

During the three years of junior high school, Hao Jun deals with Cyclonal almost every day. It was the time when dust and laughter flew together, and the morning glow and the red flag were the same.

Hao Jun was anxious to find Hu Jiajie to find out the situation, but at this age, he was the age of hormones. After running two laps neatly, the excited children could no longer hold back and rushed to the front of the team to show their strength, just like an antelope running in the front, always holding their heads high.

The messy team and the flying dust, Hao Jun couldn't tell who the people around him were for a while, so he could only follow the team forward. His physical strength was OK, and it was not difficult to keep up with the large army.

However, everyone seemed to look at him with a strange look, a little curious, a little afraid, and a little ridiculed. Hao Jun, who had been struggling in society for several years, felt sensitively the uniqueness of this gaze, but he could not remember it at all. This situation, this scene, this place.

When the crazy boys exhausted their energy and crossed the finish line, the girls stopped slowly, chatting and walked to the cafeteria downstairs to have a meal.

Only then did Hao Jun have the chance to catch the panting Hu Jiajie. His round glasses were covered with thick dust, connected to the morning water vapor. His eyes looked ahead without any focus, obviously he did not notice Hao Jun who caught him.

"Hey, traitor!" Hu Jiajie was short on his head, obviously 30% 70% combed, and wearing thick round and retro glasses. He was almost exactly the same as the senior traitor in the TV series, so he had the nickname he had.

"What year and month is it today?" Hao Jun was eager to know the exact time at this moment. He didn't know if there was still a chance to return to 2o11 years. His life seemed to need to be re-planned.

Several thieves came over with all their brains, "Brother Jun, you were scared by that Zhu Junjie, right? We thought you had something secret to find a traitor!" The person who spoke was Chu Tiannan, who had just put down his words and wanted to help Hao Jun settle something. He was from the city. His father was the director of the surgery department of the city hospital, and his mother was the general manager of a pharmacy. He was the rich second generation in Hao Jun's dormitory. He liked to take care of things, but he was a little impulsive.

"Look, Brother Jun was given medicine by that woman and was powerless to extricate himself!"

"Oh, a complicated love triangle!"

Several people talked through the conversation, and finally made Hu Jiajie, who was exhausted, breathe. He looked at Hao Jun worriedly and said intermittently: "On March 26, 1998, are you okay?"

Hao Jun tilted his mind and calculated that this is the second semester of the third year of junior high school. In 1998, the motherland was in trouble, Hong Kong had just returned, and Macau was about to return, and that's all.

The national affairs were not allowed to participate, and it was too far away from the junior high school student he lived in this small city. He shook his head desperately, grinned with a big mouth, and smiled at Hu Jiajie. Suddenly he stepped forward and hugged the traitor who was wiping his glasses, shouting loudly: "Traitor, I'm here to save you!" Tears had already lost his eyes.
Chapter completed!