[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-my-restarted-life-1992":3,"chapter-my-restarted-life-1992-my-restarted-life-1992-chapter-7":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","My Restarted Life: 1992",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},2279557,4460,"Chapter 7: We","my-restarted-life-1992-chapter-7",7,"\u003Cp>“Boss!” Zhou Andong asked, “How much is the calendar?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The boss was a young man in his thirties: “They range from a few to over ten yuan.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Andong asked, “Why is there such a big price difference?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The young man said, “Landscapes are cheap—they don’t sell well. Celebrity bikini calendars sell better, so they’re more expensive. Also, the paper and print quality vary.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>While speaking, the young man sold one calendar, and around the nearby calendar stall, a crowd had gathered—business looked truly booming.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Andong said to Jiang Yuyue, “I’m going to make a fortune.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Yuyue blinked: “You’re going to sell calendars?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Andong shook his head—sell calendars? Pfft. He didn’t even have twenty yuan in his pocket, let alone money to buy inventory, and printing them himself was out of the question.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Yuyue asked curiously, “Then how are you going to make a fortune?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Andong smiled mysteriously: “You’ll find out soon. But you might need to lend me a little help.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Yuyue declared generously, “If I can do it, it’s no problem. But once you make money, you’re treating me to a big meal at Donglai Restaurant.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Deal!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Deal!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Slap!” They clapped hands.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ah… today’s a great day, everything you wish for comes true. Today’s a great day, open the door and welcome the spring breeze…” Zhou Andong couldn’t help singing again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Brother-in-law—oh, no, Dongzi,” Jiang Yuyue asked, “Who sings this song? It’s pretty good.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Andong said brazenly, “I wrote it myself.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh? How come I never noticed you had this special talent?” Jiang Yuyue teased.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Of course!” Zhou Andong pointed at the old couple holding pot lids, “See them? They’re connecting to the universe with pot lids. If I held one, I’d communicate with the future.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You’re fat and now you’re puffing up,” Jiang Yuyue chuckled. “That qigong? Only fools believe it.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Andong pouted: “Look—you’ll see plenty of young people inside.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Yuyue glanced over and sneered: “They’re all idiots.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Andong burst into laughter and strode forward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hey!” Jiang Yuyue hurried after him. “I haven’t been to the children’s park in ages—walk with me a bit?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Andong said, “It’s winter. All you’ve got are old folks and idiots, and the trees are bare. What’s there to see? Let’s go eat—filling your stomach matters most.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qin’s Water-Filled Buns wasn’t far from the children’s park—a ten-minute walk. The shop was small, about a hundred square meters, with only seven small tables, but business was booming. When Zhou Andong and Jiang Yuyue entered, all seats were taken.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What now?” Jiang Yuyue asked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Andong said, “Tough luck. Want to eat? Wait. Don’t want to wait? Go somewhere else.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No sooner had he spoken than a table of customers called the owner to settle the bill. Zhou Andong smiled: “Good luck.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One jin of water-filled buns had twenty pieces. Jiang Yuyue ate four; the rest were devoured by Zhou Andong.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Brother-in-law!” Jiang Yuyue covered her mouth, then grinned. “I keep calling you that by habit. That song you sang earlier? Really good—I love it. Tell me who sings it. Next year, my school’s singing contest—I want to sing it.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Andong pulled a toothpick from the box: “Bring me two more jin, and I’ll tell you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Yuyue widened her eyes: “I only ate four out of one jin—you ate sixteen, and you’re still hungry?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Andong said, “I’m full—I’m taking the rest to go.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Yuyue opened her mouth in amazement and gave him a thumbs-up: “I don’t admire anyone but you. Especially your thick skin—it’s like prices these years, rising every year.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Stop dawdling!” Zhou Andong picked his teeth with no dignity: “I’ve got things to do. Yes or no? If not, I’m leaving.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Yuyue pointed at him, gritting her teeth: “Zhou Andong, don’t push it.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Andong stood up to leave. Jiang Yuyue slammed the table and shouted angrily: “Boss! Two jin of water-filled buns—to go!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Divide into four portions—half a jin each,” Zhou Andong said with a grin, retracting his leg. This girl was a little heiress—why not squeeze her while you can?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soon, the packed buns arrived. Zhou Andong borrowed the owner’s ledger and pen, wrote down the lyrics and sheet music of “A Good Day,” and handed it to Jiang Yuyue.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Yuyue took it, glanced over, then studied Zhou Andong closely, her face full of doubt: “You really wrote this song?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Andong ignored her, grabbed the buns, tucked his hands behind his back, and strolled out humming. He didn’t know that because of this song, Jiang Yuyue’s life would veer completely off its original path.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Wait for me!” Jiang Yuyue ran out after settling the bill. “Where to now?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Where to play?” Zhou Andong snapped. “I didn’t go to work this morning—if I don’t show up this afternoon, I’ll never work again.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Yuyue sighed: “Boring.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“By the way,” Zhou Andong asked, “How many days off did you take?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Why ask?” Jiang Yuyue mimicked Zhou Andong, hands behind her back, skipping as she walked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Andong said, “I need your help. If you’re back at school, I’ll have to find someone else.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Yuyue said, “I took two weeks off.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Andong thought for a moment: “Two weeks? That’s winter break, right?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Exactly!” Jiang Yuyue nodded proudly. “So before school starts, you can find me any day.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Andong stopped at the bus stop: “Come to the distillery the day after tomorrow at nine a.m.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No problem!” Jiang Yuyue nodded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The bus arrived. Zhou Andong boarded. Jiang Yuyue followed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Andong asked, puzzled: “Why are you getting on too?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Yuyue said, “I’m going to the library.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Andong said, “That doesn’t make sense—you should take bus 22.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I want to. What’s it to you?” Jiang Yuyue sat down, opened her bag, pulled out a book, and ignored Zhou Andong.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The bus rolled along Xiguan Road. The weather was fine, crowds were thick, and the road was narrow, so the bus moved slowly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Andong stared out the window. This road would be replaced in over a decade by a wide avenue called Dongliu Street. Back then, the road was wider—but traffic jams were worse. The fast-paced life left many exhausted; few strolled leisurely like they did now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The laundry lines on the old balconies on either side? Only memories now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Distillery stop,” the conductor called out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Andong snapped back to reality, waved to Jiang Yuyue, and got off.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Yuyue tilted her head, watching Zhou Andong walk toward the distillery gate. Something crossed her mind—she burst into laughter, then lowered her head again to read, her smile lingering long after.\u003C\u002Fp>",1109,"2026-06-20T01:18:49.036Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","648ad1665fb7bed812fe79b104f8bcd4d691061ec633f84a26112826968a3b36","my-restarted-life-1992-chapter-8","my-restarted-life-1992-chapter-6",1000,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fmy-restarted-life-1992-cover.jpg"]