Reborn in 2027, I Will Be My Father's Party

In 2042, I didn't make it to my father's funeral. Because I'm building rockets. In 2027, I was reborn. In an eighteen-year-old body lives a thirty-three-year-old soul, and in front of him sits his still-living father. He was watching short videos and eating pig's feet and didn't know how he was going to die. But I know. I said, "Lao Deng, please take the time tomorrow to help me get out of school." He was stunned and raised his left eyebrow. I said: "I want to be your Party A." … In this life, I will not build rockets. I want to create a bag that the whole world will line up to buy.