Yuan Yili Xia

Thirty-three-year-old Jiang Zuoyu returned to 2008, to the classroom 87 days before the college entrance examination, and to the classroom full of old days and old regrets. Sitting at the front table was Luo Zhiyuan, the girl who quietly dropped out of school due to family changes in her previous life and disappeared from everyone's sight. This time, he decided not to miss it again. But Rebirth didn't give him an omnipotent script. He remembers the general direction of the future, but not every detail. He can be helpful, but he can also be unhelpful. Luo Zhiyuan is not someone waiting for him to save. She has her own silence, self-esteem and stubbornness that refuses to bow. Her father refused to take medicine despite his high blood pressure, her mother bent over handing out leaflets at the neighborhood committee, and her grandfather squatted at the entrance of an old alley shaking a broken cattail leaf fan. The days of these little people were like weeds under the old wall, silent but growing. Outside the classroom, the aquatic products market where brother Li Yang's home opened at three in the morning, the unattended house behind Class 6 gangster Zhou Kai, the old house in the back alley of the school that was about to be demolished, and the distant but yet near 2008, were all slowly unfolding around Jiang Zuoyu. He can only be an ordinary person. Be cowardly, panicked, and talkative. If you make a mistake, make up for it; if you miss it, catch up a few more steps. This is a story about seeing again. I saw the girl with her head lowered, I saw those people around me who had been ignored for a long time, I saw the days and nights I had lost in my previous life. The times are roaring behind them, and they, as young people, are clumsily learning how to live, how to love, and how to live up to this time.