June 30, 1981.
Late at night, late at night, Xiangjiang Bay.
On the sparkling sea, under the moonlight, you can vaguely see a man's deep breath and shallow swim, and his eyes are cold and firm to swim to the front coastline, which is the coastline of Yuen Long District of Xiangjiang River.
After a long time, the man climbed onto the bank, and his true face was revealed under the moonlight. He was about seventeen or eighteen years old, but his eyes were deep and silent.
Wang Mozun looked at the Xiangjiang Night City not far away. Even in the late night, it was still hard to hide the prosperous scene.
At this moment, he was standing at the edge of a muddy field, his eyes were calm, but his heart was not calm.
This is his third life as a human being. Being a human again, he felt the desire of a human body, joy, anger, sadness and joy, constantly impacting his mind. The memory of this eighteen year old body slowly flowed through. The orphan without father and mother only heard people talk about the prosperity of Xiangjiang River, and his heart yearned for it. So he swam to Xiangjiang River, but unfortunately he was exhausted and drowned on the way.
After receiving the memory, Wang Mozun may have been affected by the mortal body. After clearing the information, he frowned.
"This is not the real hometown, even the timeline is wrong."
"This is the Xiangjiang River in the parallel world."
"More accurately, Xiangjiang in 1981."
Wang Mozun began to recall the past of the previous two generations.
In my first life, I was the most mediocre. Living in the 21st century, I was hot blooded when I was young, angry when I was young, and flat when I was middle-aged. I was a mediocre social animal. I saw through everything and became a reclining family. After an accident, I crossed to the world of truth building.
At the second time, he was the most magnificent. He reincarnated into the cruel and merciless world of Xiuzhen, and finally became the number one devil in the world of Xiuzhen. Ninety nine times of purple nights and thunderstorms passed, but finally he fell into the trap of the Gate of Ascension.
Wang Mozun entered Yuen Long District and passed a lot of farmland and vegetable fields. At this time, Yuen Long had not been greatly developed by the Xiangjiang government, but was a dilapidated and backward rural field. He barely found the road by moonlight, and he walked slowly without hurry.
At this time, he was dressed in shabby clothes, white and yellow sandwiches and gray and black pants, and slowly moved towards the far downtown.
As time went by, the sky was getting brighter and the sun was rising. A minivan had already passed by. The driver of the minivan looked at Wang Mozun in shabby clothes and said:
"Another mainland boy has come to Xiangjiang to beg for food."
Wang Mo Zun's eyes flashed with a cold light, and a little invisible divine light poured out, and the sword shot into the back of the van driver's head.
Even though he is a mortal without any magic power, he still has the power of mind and spirit that has been downgraded from the near immortal level to the mortal level.
He can't kill people at once, but it's OK to give him some unforgettable lessons.
A minute later, the driver of the minivan suddenly felt dizzy and lost his mind for a few seconds while driving the van. When he woke up, he howled and found that his car had veered off the road, and the minivan plunged into the roadside farmland.
The truck overturned, and the goods in the van spilled all over the ground. A moment later, the driver of the van climbed out of the van with a miserable face, covered with mud and water, and wanted to cry.
At this time, Wang Mozun was thinking that it might be the reason for his reincarnation into the third life, which had wiped out most of his evil nature in his last life, so that he didn't have too much sinister and domineering murders. Otherwise, the minivan driver would never live today.
Now his mind is more similar to the mind of the first generation of abandoned house mortals, of course, he should be more mature and cautious.
After all, he is a mortal again.
Before long, Wang Mozun walked slowly by the place where the minivan driver overturned, and saw that he and the owner of the nearby farmland were shouting at each other for compensation. He was happy to think that you should be cheap!
However, although the small truck driver's cheap words are hard to hear, they are true in some sense in this era.
At this time, Xiangjiang was no less attractive to the mainland than the United States on the other side of the ocean.
It's all a dream of 'coming here to wash dishes can make a fortune'.
Xiangjiang Dream is not very different from the American Dream. Most people can only wash dishes at the beginning.
It's just that it's too far away from the other side of the ocean, so we have to get visas and fly, which is not what ordinary people can go to.
Xiangjiang is different. As long as you have the courage to swim at night and not be afraid to drown halfway, you can apply for a legal Xiangjiang ID card if you can walk into the downtown area of Xiangjiang. Even if you save money for several years and send it back to your old hometown, it will be a huge sum of money.
When the sun rises.
A four eyed boy passing by on a bicycle just swept Wang Mozun's shadow around his eyes.
He was stunned at the mere sight.
This man has an unusual temperament.
Siyanzai has seen a lot of mainland stowaways, but none of them has the calm and upward demeanor of the person in front of them. It seems that he is not a stowaway, but a tourist who comes here to visit the mountains and waters!
Siyanzai was curious about him for some reason, so he stopped his bicycle and asked in Cantonese:
"Hey, from the mainland?"
Wang Mozun nodded and answered in Mandarin:
"Yes, little brother, can you help me take me to the downtown?"
"Can you understand my Mandarin?"
Siyanzai hesitated but nodded and replied in Mandarin.
"Of course, I can understand. I am a senior student of Xiangjiang University. Although I am from the music department, I have also learned history well and Mandarin a little."
"Cantonese and Mandarin are the same mother compatriots, just like simplified characters and traditional characters. Of course I can understand Mandarin, and I can still speak it. How about my Mandarin? Is it OK?"
Mandarin has the same advantages as simplified characters. No matter Xiangjiang people or Bay Island people, they must understand simplified characters and understand Mandarin more. The tone of Hong Kong Pub is a bit strange and funny. Wang Mozun can't help laughing when listening to Liu Yaoxing's Hong Kong Pub, which reminds him of the first generation of "playing with the blue moon: my brothers will kill me".
"Yes, it's very good, but it's still a bit stiff. I'm not used to it. So, you can continue to speak in Cantonese, naturally and slowly. I can understand it."
"By the way, I forgot to introduce myself."
Wang Mozun smiled and held out his hand:
"I'm Wang Mozun, a free wandering singer. Nice to meet you."
Siyanzai looked at Wang Mozun's hand, which was very clean, and there was no black mud in the nail seam.
After swimming all night, even if there was mud in my nails, I soaked them clean.
Siyanzai felt that Wang Mozun spoke calmly and forcefully. Although he looked young, he had an indescribable self-confidence. Wearing shabby clothes on him, he did not have the low self-esteem of many mainland people at this time.
Siyanzai took Wang Mozun's hand and gently shook hands.
"My name is Liu Yaoxing... Hmm? You said you are a wandering singer? Are there any wandering singers on the mainland?"
Wang Mozun nodded and replied, "Of course there are, but not many."
Four eyed boy, no, it's time to call him Liu Yaoxing.
The two talked about each other. Wang Mozun naturally got on Liu Yaoxing's bike and rode slowly to Xiangjiang downtown. They had a good talk together.
Liu Yaoxing, who has just graduated from Xiangjiang, has not experienced too many cruel beatings in the society of Xiangjiang. He is naive and compassionate. After knowing that Wang Mozun has no relatives in Xiangjiang, he actively and enthusiastically helped him to take him to the household registration department of Xiangjiang to apply for an ID card. The process was very smooth, and no face beaters came out to create a story of dog blood.
With the help of Liu Yaoxing, I paid money in advance to take photos and register my name information. Liu Yaoxing, a kind guy, helped me to make a guarantee. After filling in the information, I just need to wait for the certificate.
In the past history, Xiangjiang would stop this loose policy in October 1980.
The Xiangjiang River in the world is now in June 1981, and it is still one year late.
It also proves from another aspect that this is a parallel world, which is very slightly different from Xiangjiang in previous lives.
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