I pamper the little baby in 80

"Unfortunately, I'm still going to die..."

Yuan Hongjun was lying on the hospital bed, with the ear-piercing alarm of the ECG monitor.

He turned his head with difficulty, looking at the new leaves sprouting outside the window.

As he was dying, the most regrettable thing was that he suppressed his emotions all his life due to congenital heart disease.

Never cried, never laughed.

When I was young, I realized later that I liked the same sex, but I didn't meet a person who was attracted to me.

Life is like boiled water, dull and tasteless.

In the next life, he would like to change his way of life, a way of living in a willful, unrestrained way.

Yuan Hongjun, the youngest professor of economics at Q University, died of a heart attack at the age of 42.

"Mom, I didn't push him on purpose, the second brother won't die, right?"

"His life is hard, he can't die. San'er, mom will tell you, if someone asks you later, you can say that he fell by himself, and mom will testify to you."

"Mom, I'm afraid. You see, the second brother's face is pale. Should...or we should send him to the hospital."

"Hey, it costs 1 cents to go to the hospital to register, it's a waste of money. I think he is just lazy and doesn't want to work. Go get Mom a basin of cold water, pour it down, and wake up!"

One old and one young in the ear, whispering, it is annoying.

Yuan Hongjun frowned impatiently, thinking to himself, could it be that ghosts also chatter?

Suddenly, there was a sound of footsteps from far to near, followed by a basin of cold water being poured on the head.

"scare!!!"

Yuan Hongjun sat up abruptly, feeling dizzy and pain in his head instantly.

Pain, dizziness?

Isn't he dead?

Suddenly, countless complicated memories rushed into his mind.

Yuan Hongjun shook his head, waiting until the dizziness passed.

He lowered his head, and only then could he see his palms clearly. They were thin and rough, and the palms were full of calluses.

The bare forearm was covered with a thin layer of muscle.

Indigo sweatshirt, black linen trousers, washed white.

Yuan Hongjun clenched his fists tightly, and his pupils shrank with a sense of strength he had never experienced before. This is not his body!

He raised his head abruptly, his pupils constricted, and he looked around in disbelief.

The cramped living room has a dark concrete floor.

The black steel frame at the height of one person will be used as a partition on the second floor.

There is a damp and musty smell in the air, and there are black and green mold spots on the corners of the walls.

There is a calendar hanging on the door of the room, and 1983 is written impressively, the Year of the Dog in Renxu.

On the slap mirror next to him, Yuan Hongjun's face similar to his previous life was reflected.

He has sharp eyebrows and eyes, he is serious when he is not smiling, and gentle when he smiles.

This is just the current body, darker and thinner.

Numerous advanced physics, parallel time and space ideas jumped in his mind.

Cold sweat rolled down Yuan Hongjun's forehead, and he had a bad premonition.

"What a fool! You can't get up quickly after waking up, and you still want to pretend to be an uncle?"

The woman's sharp and mean voice carried a strong Modu dialect.

Yuan Hongjun didn't react for a while, and was beaten on the arm by a woman with a feather duster.

There was a burning pain in his arm, Yuan Hongjun came back to his senses suddenly, his soul had been pierced.

The headache relieved a lot, and the memories came to mind bit by bit.

The original owner was the second child of the Yuan family, with an introverted and silent temperament, and was not taken seriously since childhood.

When Yuan's mother gave birth to him, she almost died of dystocia, and she has blamed him ever since.

In special times, in order to keep the eldest brother in the family, the original owner went to the countryside to be an educated youth for his eldest brother at the age of 14.

After nine years of hard work, I finally made it back to the city and got a job as an accountant in a canning factory. I can now eat public food.

I don't want to, my third brother has taken a fancy to the job spot.