Rebirth of the Rising Sun

"Eighty... one hundred... one hundred and twenty pulses." Feng Sizhe glanced at the speedometer in the BMW. It was amazing to be able to drive a car at this speed on the Third Ring Road in Kyoto. This was also thanks to the fact that it was not rush hour and there were not many cars on the lane. Otherwise, even a world-class racing driver would not be able to drive at this speed.

Feng Sizhe is not a person who likes to drive fast, but this is not his first time to drive fast. As the third generation of an official, he has also played racing with many so-called friends. He has excellent psychological quality and has won first place many times, but he will not drive fast in broad daylight when he has nothing to do.

He could even be called a law-abiding citizen. He usually drove at a snail's pace of 40 mph within the Third Ring Road of the capital, but today he couldn't do that because his second uncle had just called him and said that his grandfather was dying in the hospital. Upon hearing the news, Feng Sizhe changed his usual gentle and elegant demeanor and had to speed up. He drove all the way just to see his grandfather for the last time.

But as the old saying goes, good things do not come in single sheets. They were getting closer and closer to the 301 Hospital, but suddenly a red traffic light appeared in front of them. Feng Sizhe was so anxious that he had no time to brake. So he simply did not brake but stepped on the accelerator, and the car immediately headed towards the intersection ahead.

There are too many unexpected situations during the day and at night. Feng Sizhe’s pupils are slowly dilating. He sees the endless stream of cars and his own car crashing into a Volkswagen. At the same time, there seems to be a heavyweight Hummer rushing towards the side of his BMW...

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"Feng Sizhe, Feng Sizhe, get up quickly. What's wrong with you today? Don't you usually get up early to practice? If you really don't want to go to the youth class, then don't go. Why make things difficult for yourself?" A pleasant female soprano voice sounded, and then Feng Sizhe turned over in bed. Then after hearing the shout, he sat up from the head of the bed in a daze.

The first thing that caught his eyes was the wooden table that he claimed to be an antique when he was young. It was called an antique because it was made of pure high-quality pine wood and was extremely strong. In the 1980s and 1990s, this kind of wooden table was basically the first choice for families with some backgrounds, and ordinary people might not be able to get a table made of this material even if they wanted to. And now it was placed in front of Feng Sizhe.

"What a joke." Feng Sizhe muttered and then got off the bed. It was just a nap, but why did he feel weird, as if the environment had changed? Who played such a prank, putting the old pine table and chairs in this room? And where is this? It looks very much like the west room of the courtyard where he lived when he was young, but it's not right. He had moved out of there many years ago. What's going on?

Feng Sizhe walked towards the wooden door of the room in confusion. He wanted to go out and see who had played such a vile prank.

Just after he stood up, Feng Sizhe was frozen in place as if he was under a spell. All this was because he accidentally saw the mirror on the wash basin hanging at the door of the room. Following the mirror, he saw a different self.

It's not entirely correct to say that he is different, because the person in the lens is still himself, but not his current self, but his young self when he had just returned from the UK.

"What's going on?" Feng Sizhe was completely confused when he looked at himself in the lens. He habitually reached out to touch the beard around his mouth, and found that it was just a new stubble, not at all like the prickly beard he remembered.

Sitting back on the wooden bed, Feng Sizhe began to think about the whole story.

It seemed to Feng Sizhe that he was driving to the 301 Hospital to see his grandfather for the last time, but he somehow found himself back in the courtyard. The items here were arranged as if they were all things he had used when he was young. Feng Sizhe had a very familiar feeling about the arrangement of these items.

"Could it be that I have traveled back to my youth?" Feng Sizhe thought to himself and couldn't help but chuckle. He had read many popular novels about reincarnation and time travel on the Internet, but those were just made up by people when they had nothing to do. How could such a thing happen in the real world? Could it be that I was dreaming? Thinking of this, Feng Sizhe stretched out his hand and pinched his arm hard.

"Ouch, it hurts." Feng Sizhe stretched out his hand and pinched it, and he felt it. It really hurt. Then when he looked at his arm, he was stunned again.

Look, what a fair and delicate skin this is. I am also a person who loves beauty and I am afraid of aging prematurely. I have also used some well-known international men's cosmetics, but old skin is old, how can it become as tender and smooth as when I was young? But now my skin is the skin color of a 20-year-old boy.

The environment changed, his appearance changed, even the condition of his skin changed. All these reminded Feng Sizhe that he seemed to have been truly reborn.

Sitting slowly on the bed, Feng Zhe thought a lot for a while. He just didn't have the courage to face the reality. He didn't dare to open the door to see what the scene outside was like, to see if the world had really returned to more than 20 years ago.

"Feng Sizhe, Feng Sizhe, are you awake yet? If you don't, I'll come in and lift your quilt." The mezzo-soprano voice sounded outside the door again. Feng Sizhe was even more stunned when he heard it. He didn't hear it clearly in his dream just now, but this time he really heard it. Isn't this voice the voice of his aunt Zhao Lizhu? Wasn't his aunt squeezed out and went abroad because of work problems? How could she appear next to him again?

Feng Sizhe touched his head, he really couldn't figure it out. Now his life trajectory seemed to have undergone a major change, he was now completely lost.

"Feng Sizhe, do you really want your aunt to come into the room and pull you out? Let me tell you, even though you have grown up, you are just a child in front of me. If you don't get up, I will really come into the room and pull you out, otherwise I will be scolded by your grandfather later." The voice of Feng Sizhe's aunt was heard again outside the door.

Suddenly, Feng Sizhe woke up when he heard his aunt say that he would be scolded by his grandfather. Yes, he really returned to his youth and was reborn!

In my memory, my grandfather has been bedridden for several years. The sudden attack of cerebral thrombosis made him lose the ability to take care of himself. He couldn't speak and couldn't have any language or body language. At that time, Feng Sizhe would always go to the 301 Hospital to see his grandfather. Sometimes he even thought that if his grandfather could stand up from the bed, even if he scolded him a few words, it would be a beautiful thing. Now, this thing has finally become a reality. He has strangely returned to his youth due to a car accident, and his grandfather should naturally return to his healthy self at that time.

Thinking that he would soon see his grandfather, who was always talking and laughing, Feng Sizhe actually felt a little excited. He quickly put on his clothes at the head of the bed, and after a loud noise, he stretched out his hand and opened the door of his bedroom.

Outside the door, everything was still the same, just as he remembered when he was young. There were two sturdy sycamore trees standing in the middle of the courtyard. He still remembered that in the last world, one of the two sycamore trees had died due to the climate in Kyoto. At that time, there was only one sycamore tree standing here alone, not to mention how desolate it was. But now the two sycamore trees are standing here again, exuding a different kind of youthfulness just like Feng Sizhe's own age.

Feng Sizhe saw his aunt beside the sycamore tree. She had a mushroom-style haircut, which was most popular in the early 90s. She still looked young and full of vitality.

Seeing Feng Sizhe staring at her, Zhao Lizhu hurriedly lowered her head to take a look at her clothes. Finding that there was nothing wrong, she angrily yelled at Feng Sizhe: "What's the matter? You're teasing your aunt so early in the morning, aren't you? Are you asking for a fight?"

Hearing his aunt scaring him again, Feng Sizhe couldn't help but smile foolishly. His young aunt was back. At that time, his aunt was so cheerful and talkative. She was far from the later period when she was cheated by Huang Dongren, who looked gentle and handsome. It was said that he was a colleague of his aunt, but in fact he was a big liar. I still remember that after his aunt was cheated of her feelings and body by Huang Dongren, she was no longer happy. At this time, Feng Sizhe suddenly made a decision in his heart, that is, he must use his hard-earned rebirth experience to protect his aunt and not let her get hurt. As for the Huang Dongren who cheated money and sex, it is better not to let him see him again, otherwise let him go to hell.

"My young aunt is so beautiful." Looking at Zhao Lizhu, Feng Sizhe couldn't help but sigh softly.

"Hey, kid, are you looking for a beating? You dare to tease your aunt so early in the morning? I'll tell your sister and give you a good beating." Zhao Lizhu knew that Zhao Sizhe was just speaking from his heart. Besides, being called handsome was a very happy thing. What's more, she knew too well how her sister, Feng Sizhe's mother, Zhao Lirong, felt about her son. She absolutely treated him like a treasure. She was afraid of dropping him if she held him in her hands, and afraid of melting him if she put him in her mouth. How could she bear to do anything to her precious son?

Feeling that his aunt was joking with him, Feng Sizhe laughed, "Then what should I say? Saying that my aunt is an ugly freak? Isn't this too conscienceless? I can't say it."

When Zhao Lizhu heard Feng Sizhe call her ugly, she wanted to get angry, but after hearing the next sentence, she immediately became happy again. "Really, my nephew is a little weird. Although he has a good relationship with me, he doesn't talk so much." Zhao Lizhu also felt a little strange.

Seeing that his aunt seemed to be in deep thought, Feng Sizhe just laughed and ignored her. He just asked, "Aunt, is grandpa still exercising in the East Courtyard?"

"What? Are you confused? Of course the old man is exercising at this time? What, you also want to join in the fun in the East Courtyard?" Zhao Lizhu said this with the intention of forcing Feng Sizhe. She knew that although Feng Sizhe and the old man were the grandson and grandfather, and the old man even liked Feng Sizhe very much, it was just one-sided enthusiasm. Feng Sizhe had nothing to say to his grandfather except basic politeness. That's why she deliberately provoked Feng Sizhe to see how this sharp-tongued nephew would answer her.

Completely to Zhao Lizhu's surprise, Feng Sizhe actually nodded, "Okay, then I'll listen to my aunt and go to the East Courtyard to see Grandpa."

After saying that, Feng Sizhe actually ran towards the East Courtyard at a trot. Looking at Feng Sizhe's back, Zhao Lizhu felt like the sun was rising from the west. This brat actually dared to go to the East Courtyard to look for his grandfather, who he usually avoided.