Walk in the Wind

Today's first chapter, please like and follow me

The third update today, good night everyone

Chapter 2 today, in the blink of an eye, the happy weekend is over. I have to go on a business trip tomorrow. Try to make sure there are two updates during the business trip.

Happy Saturday, the first day of August, I wish you the best.

Good night, the last day of July

Chapter 4 today, brothers and sisters

Love is always the same across thousands of rivers and mountains, can you vote for me? Chapter 2 today

Hello everyone, I am the author of this book. Before opening this book, I dug out an Internet cafe membership card from 2008 in an old drawer. The card surface was yellowed, and a string of QQ numbers and passwords were crookedly written on the back. At that moment, I suddenly realized that that era is really far away from us - so far away that we need to use "rebirth" to go back. "Walking in the Wind" tells a story about going back. It's not about going back to buy lottery tickets, speculating in stocks, or becoming the richest man, but it's about going back to the senior high school classroom after the Spring Festival in 2008, to the sound of the guitar under the sycamore tree, and to the person you see every day but never have the courage to speak. Chen Lin's biggest golden finger after his rebirth was not to remember which stock would rise in the future, but to finally understand what it means when he was thirty-five years old - what it means to be too late. This book contains the times that you and I have experienced: the Internet cafes of the legendary private server, the green screen light of Nokia, Xu Wei and Pu Shu in MP3, the two-day long vacation at the end of each month, and the cigarettes secretly smoked but not lit behind the teaching building. There are also things you may be experiencing: having a crush on someone but not daring to confirm their feelings, wanting to chase a dream but being afraid of letting down the people around you, and suddenly wondering late one night - if I could do it over again, could I do better? I will write this story very slowly, because love is not a matter of confessing love in three chapters and having sex in five chapters. The guitar is not just a prop, it is the breath of the protagonist, a footnote of the times, and a code connecting two time and space. If you have ever taken a second look outside the classroom window after a night of self-study, if you have ever held a guitar and sang out-of-tune songs in a KTV, if you also believe that the wind is free, but it will also stop for a certain tree - then this book is written for you. Please collect it, recommend it, and leave your story in the comment area. What are you doing in 2008? If you were to be reborn, what would you most want to change? See you under the plane tree. ——The author sincerely