Chapter 0001 Rebirth in 1990

Seeing that his aunt seemed to be lost in thought, Feng Sizhe chuckled and paid no attention to it. He simply asked, "Aunt, is grandfather still exercising in the east courtyard?"

Listening to his aunt trying to scare herself again, Feng Sizhe couldn't help but smile foolishly. His young aunt had returned; she was so cheerful and talkative back then. This was far from the later version of her, who was deceived by a man named Huang Dongren, who appeared cultured and somewhat handsome, and was said to have been his aunt's colleague, but in reality, he was a great fraud. He remembered how his aunt, after being deceived by Huang Dongren in both love and body, had never been happy or joyful again. At that moment, Feng Sizhe suddenly made a decision in his heart: he must use his hard-won experience of rebirth to protect his aunt and ensure she would not suffer any more harm. As for that swindler Huang Dongren, it would be best if he never had to see him again; otherwise, he would let him go to hell.

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The young aunt is truly beautiful. Looking at Zhao Lizhu, Feng Sizhe couldn't help but let out a soft sigh.

He sat back down on the wooden bed, and only then did Feng Sizhe begin to contemplate the ins and outs of the situation.

Feng Sizhe scratched his head, truly unable to comprehend. It seems that his life trajectory has undergone a significant change, and he is now completely engulfed in confusion

Eighty ... ... one hundred ... ... one hundred and twenty pulses. Feng Sizhe glanced at the pulse meter in the BMW with his peripheral vision. To be able to drive at this speed on the Kyoto Third Ring Road is quite astonishing, especially since it is not rush hour and there are not many cars on the road. Otherwise, even a world-class racing driver would likely struggle to handle this speed. To be able to drive at this speed on the Kyoto Third Ring Road is quite astonishing, especially since it is not rush hour and there are not many cars on the road. Otherwise, even a world-class racing driver would likely struggle to handle this speed

Look at this, how pure and delicate the skin is. I consider myself someone who loves beauty and fears premature aging. I have also used some well-known international men's cosmetics, but aging is aging; how could my skin possibly become as smooth as it was in my youth or like that in the pictures? Yet now, my skin is just like that of a twenty-year-old young man.

In my impression, Feng Zhe seemed to be driving towards Hospital 301 to see his grandfather for the last time, but inexplicably, he found himself back in the siheyuan. Moreover, the arrangement of the items here seemed to consist of things he had used in his youth, and Feng Sizhe felt a strong sense of familiarity with the display of these objects.

Suddenly hearing her aunt say that they would be scolded by their grandfather, Feng Sizhe was instantly awakened. Yes, she had truly returned to her youth; she had been reborn

"What kind of joke is this?" Feng Sizhe mumbled as he finally got out of bed. It was just a nap, yet he felt an odd sensation, as if the environment had changed. Who played such a prank, placing those ancient pine tables and chairs in this room? And where exactly is this? It looks remarkably like the west room of the courtyard where he lived in his youth, but that can't be right; he had moved out of there many years ago. What is going on?

Just as Feng Sizhe had just stood up, he suddenly felt as if he had been enchanted, frozen in place. This was all because he inadvertently caught sight of the lens hanging on the washbasin at the door. Following that lens, he saw a different version of himself.

"Feng Sizhe, are you really waiting for your aunt to come in and drag you out? Let me tell you, no matter how grown up you think you are, in front of me, you are still a child. If you don't get up soon, I really will come in and drag you out, otherwise, I will be scolded by your grandfather again." The voice of Feng Sizhe's aunt sounded again from outside the door.

"Feng Sizhe, Feng Sizhe, have you gotten up yet? If you don't get up soon, I will come in and lift your blanket." Outside the door, that mezzo-soprano voice rang out again. Upon hearing this voice, Feng Sizhe was even more taken aback. He hadn't heard it clearly in his dreams just now, but this time he heard it distinctly; this voice belonged to his aunt, Zhao Lizhu. Wasn't his aunt sent abroad due to being sidelined at work? How could she suddenly appear beside him?

Outside the door, everything remains the same, just as I remembered from my youth. In the courtyard, two robust phoenix trees stand tall. I recall that in the previous world, one of these trees had died due to the climate in Kyoto, leaving only one solitary tree standing here, which was quite desolate. Yet now, both phoenix trees stand here once again, radiating a different kind of youth, much like the age of Feng Sizhe himself.

Upon hearing Feng Sizhe call himself an ugly monster, Zhao Lizhu felt a surge of anger. However, after listening to the next sentence, her expression brightened immediately. "Honestly, my nephew is indeed a bit peculiar; although he usually has a good relationship with me, he rarely speaks so much." Zhao Lizhu also felt a hint of curiosity in her heart.

The environment has changed, appearances have changed, and even the condition of the skin has deteriorated; all of these serve as reminders to Feng Sizhe that he seems to have truly been reborn

In my memory, my grandfather had been bedridden for several years. The sudden onset of a cerebral thrombosis left him unable to care for himself, unable to speak, and devoid of any form of communicative gestures. During that time, Feng Sizhe would often visit his grandfather at the 301 Hospital. Sometimes he would even think that if his grandfather could stand up from the bed, even if it meant scolding him a few times, it would be a wonderful thing. Now, this has finally become a reality; he has mysteriously returned to his youth due to a car accident, and naturally, his grandfather should also return to the healthy self of that period.

Feng Sizhe, utterly perplexed, walked towards the wooden door of the room, intending to step outside and see who was behind such a lowbrow prank

What first caught his eye was the wooden table that he had claimed in his youth could be considered an antique. It was deemed antique solely because it was crafted from top-quality pine, exceptionally sturdy, and during the 1980s and 1990s, such wooden tables were generally the choice of families with some background, while ordinary citizens would have difficulty obtaining a table made from such materials. Yet now, it stood right before Feng Sizhe.

After finishing his words, Feng Sizhe actually began to jog towards the East Courtyard. Watching Feng Sizhe's retreating figure, Zhao Lizhu felt as if the sun had risen in the west; this rascal truly dared to go to the East Courtyard to find his grandfather, something he usually avoided at all costs.

As the ancient saying goes, misfortunes do not come singly. Just as they were approaching 301 Hospital, a red traffic light suddenly appeared ahead. In a moment of panic, Feng Sizhe had no time to brake; instead, he decided not to apply the brakes and instead pressed the accelerator harder, causing the car to speed towards the intersection ahead.

Feeling that his aunt was joking with him, Feng Sizhe chuckled and said, "How should I put it? To say that my aunt is an ugly monster? Isn't that a bit too ungrateful? I really can't say that."

It is said that he can even be regarded as a law-abiding citizen. Usually, within the Third Ring Road of the capital, he drives at a turtle's pace of an average of 40 kilometers per hour. However, today he can no longer do so, as his second uncle just called to inform him that his grandfather is in critical condition in the hospital. Upon hearing this news, Feng Sizhe changed his usual gentle demeanor and, with no other choice, accelerated his speed, driving urgently in order to catch a final glimpse of his grandfather.

Sitting on the bed, Feng Zhe found himself lost in thought. At this moment, he still lacked the courage to face reality. He did not dare to open the door to see what the outside world looked like, to determine whether this world had truly returned to what it was over twenty years ago.

Feng Sizhe is not someone who enjoys reckless driving, yet this is not the first time he has engaged in such behavior. As a second-generation official, he has participated in racing with many so-called friends. He possesses excellent psychological resilience and has won first place numerous times, but he would not drive recklessly during the day when there is nothing else to do

Zhao Lizhu was completely taken by surprise when Feng Sizhe actually nodded and said, "Alright, I will listen to my aunt and go to the East Courtyard to see my grandfather."

"What’s wrong? Has your mind gone blank? At this time, the old man is certainly exercising. What, do you also want to join the fun in the East Courtyard?" Zhao Lizhu's words were certainly meant to pressure Feng Sizhe. She knew that although Feng Sizhe and the old man were related as grandson and grandfather, and the old man was very fond of Feng Sizhe, it was merely a one-sided affection. Feng Sizhe had little to say to his grandfather beyond basic politeness. Thus, she deliberately provoked Feng Sizhe, curious to see how this sharp-tongued little nephew would respond to her. She was aware that despite the familial bond, the old man's affection was not reciprocated, and Feng Sizhe had little to say to his grandfather beyond basic courtesy. Therefore, she intentionally angered Feng Sizhe, eager to see how this clever little nephew would reply to her.

Day differs from night, and unexpected situations are indeed too numerous. Feng Sizhe's pupils gradually dilated as he saw the incessant flow of vehicles, and he noticed his own car heading towards a Volkswagen. Meanwhile, it seemed that a heavy Hummer was also charging towards the side of his BMW.

What is going on? Looking at himself in the lens, Feng Sizhe was completely puzzled. Habitually reaching out to touch the stubble by his mouth, he only then realized that it was merely a fresh growth, completely unlike the prickly beard he remembered.

To say it is different is not entirely accurate, because what is reflected in the lens is still himself, but it is not the current version of himself; rather, it is the version of himself shortly after returning to the country from England in his youth

Beside the phoenix tree, Feng Sizhe saw his aunt, who had a mushroom haircut that was most popular in the early 1990s, making her appear just as youthful and full of vitality.

"Feng Sizhe, Feng Sizhe, hurry up and get out of bed, what is going on today? Usually, you get up early to practice, right? Honestly, if you don't want to go to the youth class, then don't go. Why make things difficult for yourself?" A somewhat pleasant female voice rang out, and then Feng Sizhe turned over in bed. After hearing the call, he suddenly sat up from the head of the bed.

Thinking about soon being able to see her cheerful grandfather, Feng Sizhe felt a hint of excitement. She quickly got dressed from the bedside, then responded loudly before reaching out to open the door to her bedroom.

"Ouch, that hurts." Feng Sizhe felt a sharp pain as he pinched himself, realizing it was indeed painful. Then, when he turned his gaze to his arm, he was momentarily stunned.

"Hi, kid, are you looking for a fight? How dare you tease your aunt so early in the morning? Just wait until I tell your sister, and she'll make sure to deal with you properly." Zhao Lizhu understood that Zhao Sizhe was merely expressing his feelings. Moreover, being called beautiful is indeed a delightful thing. Furthermore, she knew her sister, Zhao Lirong, who is also Feng Sizhe's mother, had an immense affection for her son. She treated him like a treasure, holding him carefully as if afraid he might fall, and cherishing him as if afraid he might melt in her mouth. How could she bear to treat her precious son harshly? Besides, being called beautiful is indeed a delightful thing, and she understood her sister's feelings for her son all too well. She treated him like a treasure, holding him carefully as if afraid he might fall, and cherishing him as if afraid he might melt in her mouth. How could she bear to treat her precious son harshly?

Could it be that I have traveled back to my youth?" Feng Sizhe thought to himself, unable to suppress a silly laugh. He had read many popular online novels about rebirth and time travel, but those were merely fabrications created by people with too much time on their hands. How could such things possibly happen in the real world? Am I perhaps dreaming? With this thought, Feng Sizhe pinched his arm hard.

Seeing Feng Sizhe staring at her intently, Zhao Lizhu hurriedly lowered her head to examine her attire. Finding nothing amiss, she huffily shouted at Feng Sizhe: "What’s the matter? Is it that early in the morning and you’re trying to amuse your little aunt? Are you looking for a fight?"