The north wind was like a knife, hurting his face. It rolled up the snow foam and penetrated through the cracks in the window lattice of the broken house. It fell on Tang Yuan's face, causing him to jump up and open his eyes suddenly.
What you can see is the dark beams, with cobwebs hanging on the rafters and thick dust. From time to time, snow particles fall from the holes in the roof and hit the hard earthen kang beneath you, instantly turning into a small wet mark. There was a thin layer of straw spread under the body, which was painfully hard. The quilt covering the body was thin and heavy, and smelled of musty and sweat, which could not block the biting cold wind at all.
Tang Yuan moved, feeling sore all over his body. His head was buzzing as if it had been hit by a heavy hammer. Countless memory fragments that did not belong to him poured into his mind like a tide——
This is a boy named "Tang Yuan". He is sixteen years old. He was the apprentice of a private school teacher in the town. His parents died early and he is helpless. He barely makes a living by doing odd jobs and copying books for the private school teacher. It snowed heavily a few days ago, and the young man went out to collect firewood. He was so cold that he had a high fever, and he had no money to hire a doctor. He stayed in this shabby house for three days, and finally died. When he woke up, he was replaced by Tang Yuan, a scientific madman from the 21st century.
