Rebirth of the Wild Age

1993.

summer.

The sun is like a fire, and the heat is like a furnace.

It was only half past seven in the morning, and the air was already hot.

Song Weiyang stood in front of the mirror for a long time, looking at that youthful face, so familiar yet distant and strange.

Seventeen-year-old's face is delicate, clean and pure. The bridge of the nose is straight, the eyebrows are slanted, and the eyes are clear. Guo Tianwang's middle-parted hairstyle with a sense of the age represents fashion at this time, and people can't help but want to stretch their arms forward, twist their palms, and sing while dancing: I can't stop loving you...

On the wall opposite Simmons' big bed, there was a Terminator 2 movie poster. Mr. Governor was wearing sunglasses, with a cold and righteous expression. Michael Jackson covered his crotch with one hand and pressed the brim of his hat with the other, pointed his buttocks at the governor's face.

Mr. Governor and MJ's neighbor is Hong Kong singer Zhou Huimin. The lady head is wearing a beret and a striped checkered red T-shirt. The soft light effect fills the entire pictorial, shrouding her in a fairy air.

Song Weiyang lowered his head to touch his stomach, it was flat, with abdominal muscles faintly visible, not the greasy middle-aged beer belly.

Hello, pretty boy, nice to see you again!

Song Weiyang smiled and said to himself.

The sun outside the window is dazzling, the cicadas are neighing the summer time, and a few breezes shake the leaves and cast spots of light on the ground.

On the desk next to the window, there is a Lenovo 1+1 domestic computer. The bulky and clumsy case, the ugly original display screen, the market price is close to 20,000 yuan. In the year when the national average monthly salary was less than 300 yuan, ordinary workers had to work hard for five years without eating or drinking to buy this computer with only 8M memory.

Obviously, our protagonist, Song Weiyang, is an enviable rich second generation.

Unfortunately……

Song Weiyang glanced at the calendar on the wall, and his expression became a little weird. He remembered the date July 2, 1993 deeply.

In a few hours, my father would be in jail.

In half a month, the 200-square-meter house in the family will be forcibly taken back by the new factory manager.

In another year, the eldest brother will die unexpectedly due to a debt dispute, and the mother will be distraught and moderately depressed.

Today is the turning point of Song Weiyang's life.

In his previous life, it took him twenty years to finally become a rich man again, but he could barely reach his father's peak achievement.

Boom boom boom!

There was a knock on the door, and the voice of her mother Guo Xiaolan came from outside: Yangyang, it's time for breakfast!

Song Weiyang pushed the door and came out. Looking at his mother when she was young, her voice suddenly choked up, and she said in a low voice, Mom, you have worked hard.

Guo Xiaolan obviously made a mistake, forced a smile, and said comfortingly: Don't worry about your father, he will be sentenced for a few years at most, and it's not like he hasn't been in prison before.

Well, I know. Song Weiyang could only nod.

Sister-in-law Cai Fanghua came out holding her nephew who just turned one year old, and said with a worried face: Mom, I won't go to the court today. Xiaochao is crying before dawn. He probably feels uncomfortable somewhere. I have to send him to the hospital for a look. .”

Guo Xiaolan placed the bowls and chopsticks and said, Go ahead, the child's medical treatment is important, and I will watch over the court.

Do you have any money with you? How about I drive you off. The elder brother's voice came from the toilet.

Bring it, I'll take a taxi. The sister-in-law left after speaking.

Not long after, the eldest brother finished washing, and came to the dining table shirtless, his tendon and flesh shining.

The eldest brother is called Song Qizhi. Because he likes to fight and make troubles, he was sent to join the army right after graduating from junior high school. After serving as a three-year conscript, he actually won third-class individual merit twice and collective second-class merit once. Just when he was about to be promoted, he actually chose to transfer his job and retire from the army because he couldn't stand the constraints of the army—a soldier.

Song Qizhi, Song Weiyang, the names of the two brothers together mean Qizhi Weiyang, which vaguely shows their father's ambition.

The atmosphere at the dinner table was dull, no one spoke, only the humming and turning of the electric fan.

The father's case has been in court several times, and it is estimated that the final judgment will be made today, and everyone's heart is heavy.

I'm full! The eldest brother put down the bowls and chopsticks, walked to the balcony and smoked continuously.

Song Weiyang also followed, spread his hands and said, Give me one.

You are almost 18 years old, you should learn to smoke, the elder brother threw a whole pack of Zhonghua and a lighter as a gift, and said, Take it and smoke slowly.

Song Weiyang quickly lit it and took a puff, looking at the downstairs thoughtfully. There were seven or eight people squatting there, all of whom came to collect debts, and it was difficult to be quiet all day long.

The eldest brother also glanced down a few times, exhaled smoke rings and said, You will be in your third year of high school soon, don't worry about family affairs, and prepare for the college entrance examination with peace of mind.

Yes. Song Weiyang replied in a low voice.

The family took time to go out and met a few neighbors in the corridor. Some took the initiative to say hello, some avoided like snakes and scorpions, and some had gloating expressions.

Everyone knows that the Song family, which was once glorious, is completely finished.

I'm coming!

When the debt collectors squatting downstairs saw Song Qizhi appearing, they immediately held up a sign reading Debt Repayment and surrounded their family of three.

Get out of the way, we'll talk about the money another day, I have to go to the court today! The elder brother pushed the man away with a fierce look on his face, and the Bayi-style military stabs on his waist were looming.

The debt collectors hesitated for a moment, and finally let the Song family go, but they kept following Santana, obviously they would not give up easily.

In the small fifth-tier cities in the early 1990s, there were almost no skyscrapers. The ten-storey department store in the city is already a landmark building, and even during the Chinese New Year, no farmer would dare to go in and shop.

Most of the buildings on both sides of the street are gray and without much color, like black and white photos frozen in the long river of time.

A bus with a gas bag on it came from a distance, domineering and clumsy, and successfully attracted Song Weiyang's attention. This is a symbol of the country's insufficient oil production capacity. It was very popular in the 1970s, but it was not until 2003 that Rongbin City eliminated the last air bag bus.

Unlike the thriving Beijing, Shanghai, Guangzhou and Shenzhen, the inland cities in 1993 were lifeless, which made Song Weiyang feel depressed after his rebirth.

When I came to the court, many reporters and onlookers had already gathered here.

Today's trial case was really sensational, because the defendant Song Shumin's reputation spread far and wide, and he was recognized as the richest man in Rongping City, so many ordinary people came to hear the trial.

The appearance of Guo Xiaolan, Song Qizhi and Song Weiyang inevitably caused a commotion. Fortunately, the reporters these days are relatively slow, and they didn't rush over like chicken blood, and they didn't even bother to take two photos.

...

At nine o'clock in the morning, the trial began.

Song Weiyang finally saw his father Song Shumin again, not the old and downcast man with white hair in his memory. He was escorted out by two bailiffs. Although he was wearing a livery and his face was a little tired, his expression was exceptionally calm. His hair had been shaved into green stubble, and his beard hadn't been shaved for several days, but he still couldn't stop the middle-aged handsome man from being handsome and calm, and his faintly self-deprecating smile added to his unique charm.

It's a pity, no matter how handsome you are, you have to obey the law.

Song Shumin has completely resigned himself to his fate. Facing one charge after another, he has pleaded guilty cleanly, and the defense lawyer has completely lost its existence value.

The trial lasted until noon, and it was time for the sentencing.

All rise!

...According to the provisions of..., the judgment is as follows: Defendant Song Shumin committed the crime of embezzlement and bribery, embezzlement of public funds...combined punishment for several crimes, and sentenced to eight years and six months in prison...

well!

Guo Xiaolan sighed, her husband's sentence was too long for her to accept.

Song Shumin stood in the dock with his head held high, as if he had anticipated the outcome, and said with a sneer, I obey the judgment and will not appeal.

Crack, click!

The reporter finally pressed the shutter of the camera, and the hearing audience also talked a lot, some clapped their hands and cheered, and some felt wronged for Song Shumin.

In another time and space, six years after Song Shumin was released from prison, he was plagued by illness, his will was worn down, and his temples were graying. The once all-powerful corporate pride has become a little old man who can only fish and play chess.