Wang Anquan felt that his mind had been shaken intensely.
"Good girls should not be disappointed, and bad girls should not be wasted?"
Did Cheng Zhu even note it down specially in his notepad?
The bus arrived at the stop, at the neighborhood where Cheng Zhu and Wang Anquan lived.
Cheng Zhu got off the bus naturally, and Wang Anquan immediately followed him.
At the entrance of the neighborhood, they said goodbye, since their houses were in two different directions.
"Now it is four in the afternoon, probably no one is home," thought Cheng Zhu.
His family had a small restaurant called "Yunlai Restaurant", located on the street in front of the neighborhood.
The restaurant wasn't big, it only had two rooms.
In those years, personal chefs had not yet become fashionable and the food delivery industry was still developing. So these small restaurants earned mainly with dine-in meals.
Cheng Zhu's father, Cheng Donglai, was the owner and chef of the restaurant.
In general, the restaurant business was neither too good nor too bad.
This allowed Cheng Zhu, although he didn't grow up with luxuries, to at least have food and clothing ensured.
Cheng Zhu's father didn't have great skills, but he also never let Cheng Zhu go hungry.
Speaking of that, the restaurant business was quite arduous, with constant smoke and heat, and occasionally some difficult customers.
"First I will go home to change clothes and take a shower, then I will go to the restaurant to have dinner at five-thirty," thought Cheng Zhu.
Upon arriving home, he went straight to the bathroom and looked at himself in the mirror.
"Why is my hair so long and curly in such an ugly way?", Cheng Zhu asked himself, unable to understand it.
In those days, it seemed to be fashionable to wear hair parted in the middle or in four-six parts. Many students, just graduated from high school, began to let loose and go to hair salons to spend money frantically.
"But this perfect hairline, really gives nostalgia," Cheng Zhu couldn't help but say.
Before bathing, he went to the closet to look for clothes to change into.
He looked for quite a while and realized that his long pants were either capri pants, or so long they dragged on the floor.
"Oh, I remember that in those days it was fashionable to show ankles. Either you wore capris or you rolled up your pants," Cheng Zhu laughed.
He vaguely remembered a special technique to roll up pants and give them a look of fitted pants.
Finally, he chose a pair of black sports pants.
After showering, he didn't go out immediately, but sat at the desk in his room, took his phone, and checked his current financial situation.
"I have a total of 12,312 yuan," Cheng Zhu murmured.
After finishing the university entrance exams, relatives usually gave Red Envelopes with money.
In Zhejiang province, they were quite generous with red envelopes.
But, given the economic situation of his family, this amount of money was still considerable.
Mainly, his grandfather was one of those old men who had money in his pocket and always thought he wouldn't be able to take it with him when he left, so he was especially generous with his grandchildren, giving only him a red envelope of 5,000 yuan.
During the summer vacation, Cheng Zhu had already spent a part of this money, but he still had over 10,000 left.
"If I don't remember wrongly, during the summer I spent almost all this money on Li Xinyue," Cheng Zhu remembered.
"From having over six million in an account to having all my assets reduced to little more than ten thousand, what a difference...", Cheng Zhu reflected.
But the strong don't complain about their environment.
"So forcing me to be reborn, right?", thought Cheng Zhu.
"Well, then I will take this opportunity to make more money, it would be a pity not to do so."
"What can be done with a capital of little more than ten thousand yuan in 2014?", Cheng Zhu reflected.
He looked at the date, today was July 13, and then connected to the internet to familiarize himself with this era, and quickly drew up his first plan.
"In twenty-four hours, I can multiply this money several times!"
With this thought, he realized that being reborn really gave him a considerable advantage.
Cheng Zhu couldn't help remembering a person netizens nicknamed as someone with a system in his life, someone whose life seemed taken from a fantasy novel.
That person was... "Lei Jun".
Our dear Lei always used to say: "If you find yourself in the eye of the storm, even a pig can fly".
Upon returning to his youth, he felt he should seize more opportunities, otherwise, it would be a waste to have been reborn.
"Come on, young man, let's meet the wind of destiny."
***
Tonight, Cheng Zhu will seize the first opportunity since his rebirth.
But before that, he would first go to Yunlai Restaurant to have dinner.
And while heading to the restaurant, he started to feel a bit... nervous?
Besides that, he was also excited and expectant.
"At this moment, my parents are much younger than then."
"Little Youzi is still in kindergarten."
Little Youzi was his sister, named Cheng You, five and a half years old.
His family was the typical case of preference for daughters over sons, treating the daughter like a princess while the son, at most, was a guardian.
Upon arriving in front of Yunlai Restaurant, Cheng Zhu took a deep breath and then opened the door to enter.
Upon entering Yunlai Restaurant, he saw his mother, Xu Yun, busy working.
Many people perhaps have the feeling that since they had the use of reason, their mother has always been a middle-aged woman.
How many can clearly remember how their mother looked when she was young?
Xu Yun was forty years old, certainly a middle-aged woman, but compared to the image Cheng Zhu had in his memory, she looked younger.
"What's wrong?", asked Xu Yun, upon seeing her son looking at her fixedly, with curiosity.
"Mom, you really look young. No, I mean today you look especially young," Cheng Zhu let out.
"What nonsense you speak!", Xu Yun, normally gentle, couldn't help but frown unusually, turning quickly to go to the fridge and bring her son a bowl of cold mung bean soup.
Mothers of this generation ask their sons if the food they prepared is tasty, but rarely ask if today they look pretty.
Similarly, sons rarely praise their mothers for being young and beautiful.
Cheng Zhu's thought was simple: if you praise women outside enthusiastically, they might consider you a flatterer. But if you praise your mother casually, you will really make her happy all day.
Today, Xu Yun was taken by surprise by the unusual praise of her son.
She spent a good while pretending normalcy before going to the bathroom, where, a bit embarrassed, she looked at herself repeatedly in the mirror.
At first, she didn't notice anything, but the more she looked...
"Maybe... a little?", she murmured, while joy spread in her heart.
On the other hand, Cheng Zhu, in the small restaurant, drank his mung bean soup. It didn't take long before a small head peeked out from the cash register counter, and with a roar similar to a dragon's, a childish voice tried to scare him.
Cheng Zhu looked at that small head with Nezha-style buns and pretended to be scared, which made the girl laugh.
He lifted her in the air and, seeing her round face, her big dark eyes, and her adorable nezha-style buns, felt as if the tenderness of his little sister hit him.
"Little Youzi is only five years old this year, and it is when she is most adorable," thought Cheng Zhu.
He had always missed this stage of his sister.
At this stage, Cheng You, his sister, was the closest to him, especially attached.
Later, when he went from Hangzhou to Wucheng to undertake, first in e-commerce and then in live streaming, he was more time away than close to his family, and rarely saw Cheng You, perhaps only a few times a year.
After lifting her several times, he placed her by his side.
"Little Youzi, do you want brother to give you some mung bean soup?", he asked her.
"Wait!", the little Cheng You raised a hand as if she were an adult.
"What's wrong?", Cheng Zhu was surprised.
"Brother, I want to ask you something," the little one said.
"Tell me, tell me," Cheng Zhu replied smiling.
"Today I wasn't home all day, did you miss me?", Cheng You asked, raising her chubby face.
"Of course," Cheng Zhu replied without hesitation, even in more than one sense.
It's not that I haven't seen you in a day, but many years have passed since I saw this version of you.
The little Cheng You raised her hand to touch her chest, exhaled a long sigh of relief as if she were an adult and with a sweet voice said:
"Good thing, I thought only I was secretly missing you."