Wolves are reborn

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"Should you be in junior high school?" Zheng Jiajun asked.

Yang Tiancheng nodded and said unhappily, "I don't want to go to school."

"Why?" Zheng Jiajun was puzzled.

"Jijing is too far away. I have to live in school all the time, so I can't see my mother." Yang Tiancheng replied.

2. This person and that person...

"My brother was just like you when he was a child. He started to live in school when he was in the first grade of junior high school. He could only go home during the winter and summer vacations. When he was homesick, he would hide under the covers and cry secretly at night." Zheng Jiajun persuaded, "However, my brother likes going to school very much. Because, after acquiring knowledge, you can earn a lot of money in the future and let the whole family live a good life.”

Thinking back to the poverty and hardship of those years, Zheng Jiajun only felt illusory like a nightmare.

He shouldn't have experienced this dream.

Because, he was stolen from the hospital by his so-called parents and carried into the poor mountain valley.

And the mother who did not hesitate to break with everyone in order to keep him, slept on the delivery bed, too late to protect her beloved son.

"Is there any other way to make my mother live a better life besides going to school?" Yang Tiancheng asked seriously.

"No." Zheng Jiajun shook his head, "Knowledge is power. School is a good place where you can quickly acquire a lot of knowledge in a short period of time."

Yang Tiancheng squatted quietly on the spot with a serious expression, as if he was thinking about major events in life.

Zhou Junyu returned to the bamboo house under the scorching afternoon sun and explained the situation with apologies.

"Can't get through, both numbers can't get through."

How could this be?

Should not be!

Zheng Jiajun frowned and thought for a while, then asked, "What date is it today?"

"July 7th." Zhou Junyu replied.

"I slept for more than a month?" Zheng Jiajun asked in surprise.

"You slept with me for three days and three nights. I don't know what happened before." Zhou Junyu replied.

Zheng Jiajun was silent for a while, and asked: "Sister Yu, when do you plan to send Xiao Chengzi to Jijing to go to school?"

Zhou Junyu glanced at Yang Tiancheng who was standing aside, and replied: "The school will report on August 8, and I plan to go to the city to buy a train ticket a week in advance."

"Can you buy a ticket for me? I will go with you." Zheng Jiajun said, "You go home with me first, and I will pay you back the money, and then I will drive you to school."

"You don't have to rush to pay back the money." Zhou Junyu said bluntly, "Chengzi's father will pick us up at the train station and send us to school. When you recover well, you can go to Fangcao Middle School to find Chengzi and return the money to him. "

Zheng Jiajun nodded and said nothing more.

Zheng Jiajun dreamed that he was shuttling through the battlefield where bullets were raining and limbs were flying everywhere. He dreamed that he was fighting with vicious enemies.

He dreamed that he was sitting next to the scattered corpses, devouring steamed buns that were as hard as rocks, and was almost suffocated by choking.

Because there was no water at hand, he cut off the carotid artery of a man who had just died, and leaned over to suck the gurgling warm blood.

Zheng Jiajun woke up from this bloody and terrifying nightmare panting heavily, his stomach was overwhelmed.

In the dark, he tore off the cloth towel hanging by the head of the bed, and wiped off the sweat from his head and face.

Feeling that every wound on his body was screaming in pain, he doubted whether the little herbal medicine collected by Zhou Junyu could heal himself.

But at this time, I can't contact my uncle and the others. What kind of broken place is this? I can't even make a phone call!

Zheng Jiajun complained in his heart, remembering that he had been shot by Xue Mingzhu in the thigh artery of his left leg, he quickly reached out to touch the left thigh, but found that it was smooth.

He touched his right thigh again, but still found no wound.

He wondered secretly, with his mind full of doubts, he gradually fell asleep in the dark.

The next day, Zheng Jiajun borrowed a mirror from Zhou Junyu, and when he looked at it, his face turned pale with shock.

With three-dimensional features, European outline, and stern eyebrows, this is obviously not his face.

Zheng Jiajun turned to look at Zhou Junyu who was beside the bed, and asked, "What year is it now?"

Zhou Junyu looked worriedly at the pale Zheng Jiajun, and replied, "1985."

Finished!

Zheng Jiajun closed his eyes weakly, and smiled wryly.

He has never been a fashionista, but unfortunately he caught up with the time-traveling fashion for a while.

No wonder both phone numbers couldn't get through.

At that time, there were no mobile phones in mainland China, and the Yu family did not live in that high-end community.

His uncle, Yu Yongping, is not yet 11 years old. He is not the head of a business empire, nor is he a famous biologist.

His mother, Yu Yonglan, is not yet 10 years old, and she is still a carefree little princess.

His father, Yang Tiancheng, should be 12 years old now...

Zheng Jiajun suddenly had an idea, which shocked him a lot.

He opened his eyes and looked back and forth at Zhou Junyu, trying to recall the family members of his biological father Yang Tiancheng in his mind, but found nothing.

When he first learned of his real life experience, he didn't inquire about Yang Tiancheng at all because he had a grudge against Yang Tiancheng.

All he knew was that his so-called grandfather, in order to cling to the powerful, would marry the daughter of a high-ranking official without hesitation.

His grandma died of illness at a young age.

The young Yang Tiancheng has been living in a boarding school, just like an orphan.

If this Yang Tiancheng is the other Yang Tiancheng, then this Zhou Junyu should be the grandmother who died young.

Such a simple and kind woman has to encounter misfortune again and again. Is it true that good people don't live long?

Zheng Jiajun sighed secretly, thinking: "God arranged for me to appear here to make up for the mistakes I made? Can I really turn things around with my own power?"

While actively cooperating with Zhou Junyu's treatment, Zheng Jiajun followed the barefoot doctor to learn about Chinese herbal medicine and medical skills, and soon became acquainted with her.

Seeing that Yang Tiancheng was very enthusiastic about learning English, but he seldom spoke and his pronunciation was not standard, Zheng Jiajun offered to teach Yang Tiancheng to learn English.

Starting from the English letter A, he systematically taught Yang Tiancheng Phonics, patiently corrected his pronunciation, and carefully pointed out his learning methods.

Yang Tiancheng is full of reverence for Zheng Jiajun, a true English teacher, and obeys him.

Zheng Jiajun took the opportunity to inquire about the situation of the Yang family, and learned that Yang Tiancheng's father was Yang Guangyao, who was admitted to the Department of Economics and Management of Jijing University in 1977, and then went north to study.

At the beginning of 1979, Yang Guangyao went back to the village to go through the divorce procedures with Zhou Junyu, and was scolded by the whole village.

More than two months ago, Yang Guangyao sent a letter and sent money back, asking Zhou Junyu to take Yang Tiancheng to Jijing to attend a famous boarding middle school.

Since Yang Tiancheng knew little about his father Yang Guangyao, Zheng Jiajun decided to investigate after returning to Jijing.

Zheng Jiajun's current body has a very strong recovery ability.

Even with a simple diet, he still recovered in just one month and became alive and well again.

Zheng Jiajun tried running, jumping, rock climbing... He was very happy when he found that this body was as light as a swallow and as agile as an ape.

Seeing that Zheng Jiajun had fully recovered, Zhou Junyu took out a small cloth bag and showed him the dagger and bullets inside.

"When Chengzi found you, you were already in a coma with a high fever, but you kept holding this dagger tightly in your hand. I will put it away for you. These two bullets were taken out of your body."

Zheng Jiajun thanked Zhou Junyu, grabbed the cloth bag and left the bamboo house.

He walked to a big rock in the woods and sat down, opened the cloth bag and examined the contents carefully.

He picked up the brass bullets and immediately identified the model, as if he were an expert in firearms.

Holding the leather handle with anti-slip grooves, he slowly pulled out a sharp, black and dull dagger from the brown cowhide scabbard. Immediately before his eyes, he could see the blood of it cutting the throat and disemboweling the stomach again and again. Scenes.

He twisted his wrist, and the dagger immediately shot into the trunk of a big tree two meters away like a gust of lightning, as if he had always been a skilled knife thrower.

Zheng Jiajun easily pulled out the dagger whose blade was completely submerged in the tree trunk. Thinking that this body is likely to be a ruthless killer who has been exterminated, he couldn't help feeling extremely heavy.

In the early morning of August 8, Zheng Jiajun tied the dagger close to his body, and put on gray coarse cloth pants and black cloth shoes sewn by Zhou Junyu himself.

Basking in the sun, he and his mother trekked across mountains and rivers, and arrived at the overcrowded train station full of pickpockets in the evening.

Being in such a noisy and chaotic environment, Zheng Jiajun discovered that he had the ability to see and listen to all directions.

He grabbed a handful of pebbles in his palm, popped them out several times silently to disrupt the pickpocketing of Zhou Junyu by different pickpockets, and escorted the unsuspecting mother and son onto the train bound for Jijing that night.

The hard-seat carriages are crowded and smoky, and it is still a paradise for pickpockets.

Discovering that several dozing passengers had their money stolen, but he himself knew nothing about it, Zheng Jiajun sighed secretly.

He traveled from 2012 to 1985, and was reborn on the body of a killer. He had no relatives, no reasons, no money, and no identity certificate.How dare you meddle in your own business?

The only thing he can do is to escort Zhou Junyu and Yang Tiancheng to Beijing safely.

After more than 30 hours of turbulence, the three finally arrived at Jijing Railway Station safely at noon on the 30th.

Seeing a young man looking left and right on the platform, holding up a white card and writing a letter in six characters of Zhou Junyu and Yang Tiancheng, Zheng Jiajun led the mother and son forward and asked, "Excuse me, who are you?"

The young man looked at Zhou Junyu and Yang Tiancheng, who were busy in the world, and said enthusiastically: "Is it my sister-in-law? I am Fan Lekang, the secretary of Director Yang. You can call me Xiaofan. Director Yang is on a business trip. He