When Rongcheng Is Awake

In the fall of 2012, the linoleum houses in the Wuguiqiao shantytown in Chengdu smelled of mold and the pungent smell of cheap liquor. Song Zhimian opened his eyes from the wooden bed and saw September 2012 printed on the calendar on the wall. He looked down at his hands. The joints were clear and there were no calluses - these were not the hands of a 32-year-old investment bank executive. My father was coughing next door, one after another, as if he was coughing out his lungs. Song Zhimian held the Nokia touch-sensitive phone tightly, and on the screen was the last scene from his previous life: an out-of-control truck at Shenzhen Airport. Now he is back with only 5,000 yuan in competition prize money in his pocket. He rode to No. 7 Middle School and passed the ginkgo tree beside the Shah River. Lin Wantang, who had a crush on him for three years but didn't dare to confess to her in his previous life, was smiling at him, but he walked straight to the last row of the liberal arts experimental class. Shen Lingyi raised his head, his eyes were cold, and he was flipping through a book of "Securities Analysis" in his hand. Song Zhimian sat down opposite her, "Lend me this book to read." She glanced at him and said nothing. Ginkgo leaves drifted into the corridor outside the window and fell on her open notebook. He knew that her father would be framed in a year, knew about the loneliness of her mother's early death, and knew that she was stubborn on the outside and was more afraid of carrying it alone than anyone else on the inside. But he couldn't tell her the truth - who would believe a seventeen-year-old boy who said "I came back from the future"? He could only hand over his library card and said, "Study together?" The winter in Chengdu is cold and humid, and the water in Shahe River is very slow. Song Zhimian wants to pay back everything he owed in his previous life in this comeback story. But when he looked into Shen Lingyi's eyes, he suddenly thought of a question - he missed her in the last life, how long can she trust him in this life?