Chen Ping'an opened his eyes suddenly. The mottled earthen walls, the wooden cabinets with peeling paint, the smell of soot in the air... And the pain on his palms from the rust of the tricycle all cruelly told him that this was not a dream.
He, a venture capital elite in 2024, was really reborn in 1988 and became this "street kid" with the same name and surname who is hated by everyone. His wife, Lin Wanqiu, had long since shed all her tears because of his drinking and gambling. His three-year-old daughter, Yaya, hid behind her mother when she saw him.
"Ping An, this... These are the last three dollars." Mother pushed the money over with trembling hands, with the last glimmer of despair in her eyes, "The steel factory next door is recruiting temporary porters, go and try... Don't gamble anymore."
The father squatted on the threshold, smoking a dry cigarette and saying nothing, as if the son in front of him was dead.
