Chapter 1 Sudden Time Travel
In March 1959, the snow melted.
In the north corner of the back building of the courtyard house at No. 95 Nanluogu Lane, which is also the innermost corner of this ancient courtyard house, there is a young man with a delicate face. Under his closed eyes, his eyelashes tremble slightly, as if to indicate the vitality of life that is about to awaken.
As his breathing gradually deepened, his chest began to rise and fall rhythmically. Gradually, his eyelids began to lift slightly, revealing his bright and clear eyes. There was a trace of confusion in his eyes, which turned clear, and then was covered by a deeper confusion.
When the surrounding home environment full of the atmosphere of the times came into view, Feng Shiqing had to accept the reality. He was wearing it, or to be precise, he was awake.
In his previous life, Feng Shiqing was born in the 1980s. He grew up in an ordinary family. He went to an ordinary university and found an ordinary job after graduation. After hanging around for 20 years, he became an ordinary person without exception. An ordinary middle-aged uncle.
Maybe it's because of my cold nature. I can't be interested in anything. Apart from the emotional bonds between my parents, relatives and friends, I have never loved anyone, never been in love, not even had a secret love. Of course, getting married and having children is even more illusory. It was only when he was young that he discovered that his life had no trace, but he seemed to have no regrets or unwillingness. Indifference was the guide for his life.
Feng Shiqing's usual hobbies are playing games, reading novels, and watching videos. He always follows the code of conduct that it is better to sit than to stand and to lie down while sitting. He is always walking on the boundary between waste and non-waste. In the past, even incomes snaked around the local median income line.
In this way, a person unexpectedly agreed to a friend's outing invitation and went to a stream in the suburbs to play in the summer heat on June 6, 2026. The result was naturally 666.
Any change in life seems to mean a new beginning. Feng Shiqing remembers clearly that when he jumped into the water with a big stride, the soles of his feet hurt, and then he woke up. To be precise, he woke up a week ago. On March 6, 1959, the day of the Waking of Insects, he, a little mayfly in this world, woke up.
Feng Shiqing couldn't tell what his situation was, let alone fetal awakening. He only remembered the events of this body from childhood to adulthood. He had no emotional investment in the people and things of this era. He was completely like a third party. , calmly inherited all the hardware and most of the memory of this body, but the operating system was completely covered.
It can be regarded as a dream, but the dream is too real, too specific, too detailed, and full of human investment and logical thinking.
Forget it, it doesn’t matter, just make peace with it as it comes. It’s been forty years since I woke up from a dream, and now I know that I am who I am.
Feng Shiqing was just immersed in the emotion of self-recognition, but was shivered by the cold. He hurriedly put on the blue or black cotton jacket and cotton trousers and walked to the window. He looked out and saw a vast white sky without knowing the details.
Feng Shiqing couldn't help but take a long breath, and the basic information about his original identity emerged in his mind. His original name was Ma, and his name was Qing. He had just celebrated his 15th birthday. He was from the capital, so he should be considered a person. At least he had been living in Sijiu City since his grandfather's generation.
Ma Qing's grandfather worked in the Lou family's machinery factory when he was young. Yes, that's right, it was the Lou family. Because he was quite smart and capable, he became a big worker in his twenties and was assigned a house by the Lou family. Moved into this legendary courtyard house - No. 95 Nanluogu Lane.
I got married here, gave birth to children, grew up, grew old here, and died here. I didn’t survive the winter of 1953, so I went to find Ma Qing’s grandma. As for the original parents, they were also employees of the Loujia Machinery Factory. After liberation, they naturally and gloriously became workers of the Red Star Machinery Factory. Who knew that just after the Chinese New Year this year, the Red Star Machinery Factory would support second-hand equipment from its brother units? At that time, the couple went on a business trip, and there was a car accident on the way out with the equipment, and they both died.
When the original person heard the news, the stimulation was so great that he fainted and lay in the hospital for three full days. When he woke up, his whole body had been replaced in such a miraculous way. Feng Shiqing couldn't help but sigh in his heart. It was really his parents' sacrifice to heaven. The magic power Boundless.
Although it seems cold-blooded to say so, Feng Shiqing is actually a little lucky in his heart. As a mature middle-aged man, if he really wants to play a trick of identifying his parents, it will be unimaginably embarrassing.
Feng Shiqing stared out the window and had to accept this absurd fact. The ashes from time traveled fell on his head, making him breathless. From then on, two horses became one horse, Feng Shiqing became Ma Qing, and one life away would be necessary. I cherish this life even more. I lived indifferently in my last life, so why not take a break in this life?
It took a whole week for Feng Shiqing, Ma Qing to be precise, to finally understand the situation. After exhaling a long breath, he suddenly felt that his whole person seemed to feel a lot more relaxed.
Ma Qing retracted his gaze from the window and looked around. The atmosphere of the 1950s and 1960s came to his face. This was a room of about 10 square meters with a single bed. The plaid sheets were relatively clean. A desk, a wardrobe, and a chair, monotonous and orderly. Ma Qing's house is located in the north corner of the main building behind the building. There are three rooms in a row, about ten meters wide and more than three meters deep, which adds up to more than thirty square meters.
The eaves in front of the house extend about 1 meter, and there is a large water tank on the right. Under the window of the left room is a coal stove with a pot, and a low cabinet with some bowls, seasonings and other kitchen supplies.
Further ahead is the 2-meter corridor of the back room. On the right wall, there is a small moon hole door, which surrounds his house into what is commonly known as the northeast corner courtyard. Now that he is alone, it seems spacious and lonely.
Ma Qing walked out of the house, turned on the stove, added some coal, sat on the water, and prepared to wash up, because there was a very important thing to do today, which would affect his life in the next few years.
It has been ten days since Ma Qing's parents had an accident. He was in a coma in the hospital for three days, and another seven days passed in a daze. During these seven days, the staff assigned by the labor union in the factory and his parents' friends and colleagues, With the help of the neighbors in the courtyard, the funeral arrangements of the original parents were finally completed.
Ma Qing feels that he is lucky, because the courtyard world he is in should be the TV series "The Courtyard of Love", not the novel courtyard, which has the operating logic of the real world, otherwise he would be disgusted to death.
There will be people coming to the factory this morning, probably to discuss matters about Ma Qing's future life. This is a major matter and should be taken seriously, Ma Qing, a veteran with a mental age of forty, couldn't help but think about it.
After thinking about it, he stood up and walked into his parents' house, which was the largest room in the middle. He ran to the closet in this room and took out an iron box from the secret compartment at the bottom of the closet. As for the Ma family's wealth, Ma Qing, as the only son in the family, of course knew about the existence of this box.
(End of chapter)