Huang Yong's consciousness slowly emerged from the chaos, and there was a squeaky radio sound in his ears, playing the familiar song "On the Field of Hope".
He struggled to open his eyes, dazzling sunlight streaming in from the old wooden window lattice, and fine dust floating in the air. There are yellowed certificates of honor taped to the mottled walls, and an old semiconductor radio is working hard on the bedside table.
"This is..." Huang Yong sat up violently and looked around in disbelief. Most of the paint on the old-fashioned wooden wardrobe has peeled off, and a calendar from 1986 hangs on the wall, with the hottest female stars of the time printed on it. Several yellowed volumes of "Youth Digest" were neatly placed on the desk, and there was a tin writing box next to it.
Huang Yong lowered his head and looked at his hands - young and strong, without any trace of time. He rushed to the mirror, and reflected in the mirror was a face in his early twenties, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, a popular three-part hairstyle, and exuding youthful vitality.
He pinched himself hard, and the severe pain told him that this was not a dream.
Last night, he was on the top floor of the five-star hotel in 2023, celebrating the listing of his company as the richest man in Xia Country. After drinking a glass of poisonous wine, I woke up and was back in 1986!
"Xiaoyong, come out to eat as soon as you wake up. Don't be late when you report to the factory later!" His mother's familiar voice came from outside the door, and Huang Yong's eyes instantly became moist.
He hadn't heard his mother's voice in more than thirty years.
"Coming, coming!" Huang Yong responded hurriedly and quickly put on the white-washed work clothes on the bedside.
