Pan Weizhong kicked the television and was electrocuted, transmigrating into 1963 as a demobilized soldier in a courtyard full of troublemakers. He came with an empty city where time stood still: everything in the supermarket and produce market was frozen in place, and even boiling water was still scalding when he took it out three days later. His fiancée had been thrown out of her home by her aunt, and he sent every last cent of his twelve-yuan monthly allowance back to her. On a snowy night, a black sedan pulled up at the entrance to the alley. He gripped the steering wheel. He was back.
The more I watch, the angrier I get. Why does the protagonist always have to lose money? It doesn't hurt.
It's a mess, it should be an AI text