Chapter 1001: Salted Fish Reborn (1)

Salted Fish Reborn (1)

That day, he was playing mahjong.

Somehow, he drew a "Kong-on-Kong" win, but forgot that he was actually a corporate slave who had been working overtime for a week straight, and before he could even put the money in his pocket, he got excited and just dropped dead.

When he woke up again, it was summer.

The summer of fifteen years ago.

He was only fifteen years old.

In the mirror, he still had two pimples on his face.

No matter, that didn't affect his handsomeness.

He smiled confidently at the mirror, his smile as bright as if it were a lifetime ago.

Fifteen years of time, it was indeed a lifetime ago.

This dream was real enough.

Why was it a bit sad?

Thirty-year-old Zhang Luo hadn't seen his former self in a dream for a long time.

Sunlight spilled in from outside the window, warm and cozy.

It was the kind of sunlight that only exists in the summer of memory.

This seemed to be a Saturday or Sunday afternoon; waking up, the house was filled with a quietness of no one around.

Mom was probably battling at the mahjong table again, and Dad was either fishing or chatting with people.

He was still half-awake, his eyelids heavy.

He couldn't help but sigh, fortunately he was young at this time, otherwise his eyelids would definitely droop like a pug's.

He rubbed his face.

Tsk tsk.

So tender.

However, looking in the mirror for a long time was boring too.

He wasn't a woman, a face that could be looked at in the mirror until the end of time.

In the summer of fifteen years ago, there were no smartphones, and computers hadn't aggressively occupied every household either.

It wasn't that his family couldn't afford a computer, but at this time, in the cognition of many parents, computers were a cancer—

His parents were worried he would become a web-addicted youth and firmly resisted.

No way to get online.

Fortunately, although there was no computer, there was still cola in the fridge.

At this time, his mom hadn't heard that "cola kills sperm" and was willing to satisfy the superficial happiness of her son within a limited range.

Unlike fifteen years later, when cola became something Ms. Liang Fengying "strictly prohibited."

Was it an illusion?

Why did it feel like the cola fifteen years ago tasted better?

Zhang Luo burped.

In the dream, every detail of the house was clearly visible.

Those things that had long been blurred and forgotten appeared vividly before his eyes.

Even including the calendar hanging on the wall.

That kind of old-fashioned calendar—

One look and you knew his mom brought it back from her workplace, with the words "Xu Yang City Health Bureau" printed on it.

——Uh, there might be a misunderstanding here.

Let me explain, his mom wasn't some civil servant at the Health Bureau.

His mom just contracted the cafeteria of this Health Bureau, just a small self-employed individual.

It was a good living, working five days and resting two with the civil servants, stable income.

So, on weekends, his mom could stand guard at the mahjong table—

Either killing all sides.

Or being defeated.

Obviously, she killed all sides today.

When she came back, she was still humming a little tune, her eyes and brows full of joy.

"Mom, how much did you win?" Looking at Ms. Liang Fengying who was changing her shoes in the entryway, Zhang Luo asked.

Ms. Liang Fengying turned her head, and her face, originally backlit, clearly bumped into Zhang Luo's line of sight.

Zhang Luo was stunned.

This was his mom fifteen years ago.

So young.

Her face was smooth, without wrinkles, and she even wore a little makeup, looking beautiful, with the vigor and spirit of her youth.

"What do you want to eat tonight?" his mom asked beautifully, "KFC or McDonald's?"

Zhang Luo: "……Why don't you boil me some dumplings."

He didn't go to college in Xu Yang.

He went to Yuming.

After graduation, he stayed in Yuming.

If he wanted to eat a meal of dumplings wrapped by his mom, he basically had to wait until he went back during the holidays, or his mom came to Yuming—

Such times, throughout the year, could be counted on one hand. ===== CHAPTER 1002 =====