Old Domain Weirdness

"Mom, what are you doing, grandpa?" Zhang Wenda, wearing children's shoes, held his mother's cold fingers and walked through an unusually empty garden square.

As he looked around, he saw a group of old people in the park wearing aluminum pots, their eyes covered by the edge of the pot, hovering straight in mid-air, holding hands with each other and forming an oval.

Under the setting sun, this scene, like a waxy yellow photo, was deeply reflected in Zhang Wenda's mind.

"We are practicing qigong, don't look blindly, walk quickly!"

Zhang Wenda was pulled by the big hand and staggered suddenly. In an instant, his feet were in the air. A strong feeling of weightlessness came, and he fell into the endless darkness.

"Ha!!" He suddenly sat up from the bed in a cold sweat. The moment he opened his eyes, he finally got rid of the feeling of despair.

When he looked at the zippered wardrobe in front of him, he realized that he was just dreaming.

"Damn, this dream is really weird." Zhang Wenda muttered to himself.

He remembered that the little old man had practiced Information Pot Qigong for a period of time in the past. However, as far as he knew, his grandfather practiced Qigong back then just to take the opportunity to contact middle-aged and elderly women on a large scale.

He himself has never believed this, and he has never been suspended in the air.

But later he stopped practicing qigong until he reached his waist. He stayed at home all day long and decided to use the remaining energy of his life to contribute to the four modernizations of the motherland. He invented a perpetual motion machine without sleeping or eating.

"Ha~" He opened his mouth and yawned, straightened his hands and stretched hard.
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As he spoke, he reached out and scratched his back and got out of bed. As he skillfully picked up the clothes placed at the end of the bed, he put them on himself. However, after putting on the obviously larger sneakers, he was suddenly startled, sneakers? What I wore yesterday were not sneakers.

Just when his thoughts came back from his grandfather's dream, he subconsciously looked around and finally realized something was wrong.

What appeared in front of him was a small house of about 30-40 square meters, old and a little messy.

This is a single room. The red bricks exposed behind the peeling wall prove its age.

His eyes looked from the black briquettes piled up behind the door to the sky blue zippered wardrobe with white doves on it.

The entire wardrobe looked a little slanted and bloated because of too many things.

I moved from the old wooden table with money and old photos pressed under glass to the black and white TV with two retractable wires next to it.

Looking at everything familiar and unfamiliar in front of me, my eyes gradually changed from confusion to shock.

"This...this...is...this is my hometown? Is this the Tongzilou where I lived when I was a child?! Am I still dreaming?"

With a "pop", he raised his hand and slapped himself. The pain made him wake up instantly, but nothing happened around him.

"I...I have traveled through time? Have I traveled back to my childhood?"

At this moment, his breathing was rapid and his heart was beating so fast. He quickly walked towards the box next to him and picked up the pink flower-shaped mirror with a woman's painting on the back.

When he looked at the young face in the mirror, he still felt a strong sense of unreality, but when he touched his excellent hair quality and volume with his hands. He was so moved that he almost cried.

Back then, I just thought it was normal. I didn’t realize how thick my hair was until I grew up.

"For my hair, I will never stay up late this time! Damn it, if I want to go to bed after 9 o'clock, I will be a dog!"

He touched his smooth and tender skin tremblingly, and he couldn't control himself with excitement.

"I'm back? I'm really back?" Zhang Wenda no longer cares about how he came back. He only remembers one thing now, and that is that he got rich! !

The most important thing is that he has memories of the past. He can buy stocks, Bitcoin and a house.

With the memory of the past, he can make money by buying with his eyes closed, and he can become wealthy and free!

"I don't have to be a social beast anymore! When I have money, I want to be like my old uncle! I will do whatever I want! I want to travel all over the world! I want to have a harem!!"

Zhang Wenda wandered back and forth in the room, and even started to think about how to spend the money when he had money, when suddenly he stood still and his eyes were fixed on the black and white TV in front of him.

He reached behind the TV and took out a Wu Song card from Water Margin. It was a Water Margin card showing Wu Song carrying a spear with a wine gourd and walking in the heavy snow.

Back then, I was deceived by my deskmate, saying that Wu Songka was the rarest and 108 generals were the hardest to collect. What did his precious one look like? However, I later discovered that these things were all over the street.

Looking at the treasure he had hidden back then, touching the familiar touch and smelling the familiar smell of ink on the card, all kinds of exciting thoughts in Zhang Wenda's mind gradually dissipated.

He looked at the certificate that had not faded yet on the wall, and then looked at the pencil case and exercise book next to him that had not been put into his schoolbag. He couldn't help but smile from the bottom of his heart. It was great to be back.

At this moment, all the money-making ideas in his mind have disappeared. Those things only require making the right choice at the right moment. What he has to do now is to cherish this precious youth.

As if recalling something, Zhang Wenda's eyes really showed a trace of emotion and struggle, but when he looked at the familiar environment in front of him, he slowly exhaled and stood up.

He reached out and touched everything in the small room, tracing his fingers everywhere and touching all the traces of the past. This feeling almost made him burst into tears.

When flowers bloom again, people are no longer young, and everything starts over, then he can make up for all the regrets in the past and avoid all wrong choices.

Just when he looked at everything around him and sighed, he felt that something was not right. Every inch of this place was where he lived, and he should know it very well.

He knows when the world map on the wall was posted, when some of the things at home on the floor were purchased, and he even knows where some of his treasures are hidden.

This is his home, and he should be very familiar with it, but now this home feels a little inconsistent for him, but he can't tell what is wrong. "Strange."

After he looked around carefully, his eyes suddenly fixed on the wall clock hanging on the wall. It was his own alarm clock, but when he got closer and took a closer look, he realized where the inexplicable feeling of dissonance came from.

It is obviously a wall clock, but the numbers on it are not 1-12 o'clock, but densely packed and doubled, from 1-24 o'clock.

"What the hell?" Zhang Wenda thought he was dazzled, but he rubbed his eyes and found that it was really like this.

"My uncle resold the remaining parallel imports and sent them to my house. No, I don't remember that my house has never used this kind of clock." The inexplicable clock made Zhang Wenda feel a little uneasy.

"What year is this year?" Zhang Wenda said and came to the TV and reached out to turn on the TV switch. He had to determine the time first.

The next second, accompanied by the sound of rushing, flashing snowflakes appeared in front of Zhang Wenda, with a very vague female voice in the harsh sound of rushing.

"No one will want this piece of shit after giving it away for free." Zhang Wenda complained while starting to adjust the channel.

But after tuning several channels in a row, they were all noisy snowflakes. He reached out and slapped the top of the TV with familiarity.

There are also skills in taking pictures of TV sets. Fortunately, after so many years, he has not forgotten this skill.

As he patted left and right, some pictures appeared on the TV. It seemed that a woman was staring ahead to broadcast the news, but it was quickly covered by noisy snowflakes. This scene made Zhang Wenda instantly angry.

"Damn! Can you give me some strength?" As he slapped the big butt of the TV, the whole TV shook forward, and then something unexpected happened.

I saw the snowflake noise in the TV being shaken out of the TV like sticky lava, and a large puddle directly stuck to Zhang Wenda's arm.