Chapter 1 Rebirth in 1990

  "Eighty... one hundred... one hundred and twenty pulses." Feng Sicheng glanced at the speedometer in the BMW with his spare vision. On the Kyoto Third Ring Road, it can be said that driving at this speed is already quite astonishing, thanks to the fact that it's not rush hour now, and there aren't many cars on the road. Otherwise, even a world-class racing driver would probably not be able to handle this speed.

  Feng Siche is not a person who likes to drive racing cars, but this is also not his first time driving a racing car. As the third generation of an official family, he has also played racing games with many so-called friends, and his mental quality is very good, having won first place many times. However, when there's nothing going on, he wouldn't drive a racing car in broad daylight.

  He can be considered a law-abiding citizen, usually driving at an average speed of 40 km/h within the Third Ring Road in the capital. But today he couldn't do that anymore because his second uncle had just called him to say that his grandfather was dying in the hospital. Upon hearing this news, Feng Sicheng changed his usual gentle and elegant demeanor, accelerating his car speed, rushing all the way to see his grandfather for the last time.

  As the old saying goes, "goods are not sold alone", and now it's getting closer and closer to 301 Hospital. Suddenly, a red traffic light appeared in front of him, and Feng Sicheng was so anxious that he didn't have time to step on the brakes. So he didn't brake but instead stepped on the accelerator, and the car rushed towards the intersection ahead.

  Day and night are not the same, unexpected situations are too many, Feng Si Zhe's pupils slowly enlarged, he saw the endless stream of cars, saw his own car about to crash into a Volkswagen, while a heavy-duty Hummer seemed to be rushing towards the side of his BMW.

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  "Feng Siche, Feng Siche, get up quickly! What's wrong today? You usually wake up early to practice, don't you? If you don't want to go to the youth class, then just don't go. Why make things difficult for yourself?" A gentle and pleasant female voice rang out, and then Feng Siche turned over in bed, and after hearing this shout, he sprang up from his pillow with a start.

  The first thing that caught his eye was the wooden table he had claimed to be antique when he was young. It was considered an antique because it was made of high-quality pine wood, exceptionally sturdy, and in the 80s and 90s, this type of table was basically the first choice for families with some background, while ordinary people couldn't even get their hands on such a material, let alone use it to make a table. And now it was placed right in front of Feng Sicheng.

  "What a joke." Feng Sizi muttered to himself before getting out of bed. He had only slept for a while, but he felt a strange feeling, as if the environment had changed. Who was playing such a prank, putting that old pine wood table and chair in this room? And where was this place? It looked just like the west wing of his own courtyard house when he was young, but that couldn't be right, could it? He had moved out of there many years ago. What was going on?

  Feng Siche walked towards the wooden door of the room with a head full of fog, he wanted to go out and take a look, who was behind this unprofessional and vicious farce.

  Just as Feng Si Zhe had just stood up, he suddenly felt as if he had been cast a spell and was fixed in place. All of this was because he inadvertently saw the mirror hanging above the washbasin at the entrance to his room, and through that mirror, he saw a different version of himself.

  It's not entirely correct to say it's different, because the person in the photo is still him, but not the current him, rather the younger version of himself who had just returned from Britain.

  "What, what's going on?" Looking at himself in the mirror, Feng Sizi was a head of fog. His habitual self reached out to touch his mustache by his mouth, and only when he touched it did he realize that there were only tender buds growing there, completely unlike the somewhat prickly mustache he remembered.

  He sat back down on the wooden bed with a thud, and it was only then that Feng Si Zhe began to think about the whole situation.

  In his impression, Feng Zhe seemed to be driving towards the 301 Hospital to see his grandfather for the last time, but somehow he found himself back in the quadrangle courtyard. The arrangement of objects here seemed to be from his youthful years, and Feng Si Zhe felt a strong sense of familiarity with these objects.

  "Could it be that I've traveled back to my own youth?" Feng Si Zhe thought to himself, and couldn't help but chuckle twice. He had read many popular rebirth and transmigration stories online before, but those were just fabrications by people with nothing better to do - how could such things possibly happen in the real world? Was he dreaming perhaps? Thinking this, Feng Si Zhe reached out and pinched his own arm hard.

  "Ouch, it hurts." Feng Si Zhe stretched out his hand and pinched himself, and indeed felt pain. Afterwards, when he looked at his arm, he was stunned again.

  Look, this is how white and tender the skin is. I'm also a person who loves beauty, afraid of aging too early, and have used some well-known international men's cosmetics. But no matter what, old skin is still old skin, how can it become as smooth as when you were young? But now my skin is just like that of a 20-year-old young man.

  The environment has changed, the appearance has changed, even the texture of the skin has changed. All these are reminding Feng Si Zhe that he seems to have really been reborn.

  Lying on the bed, Feng Zhe thought for a while. He still didn't have the courage to face reality and was afraid to open the door and see what the scene outside looked like, whether the world had really returned to its state of twenty years ago.

  "Feng Siche, Feng Siche, are you up or not? If you don't get up, I'll go inside and lift your quilt!" The female voice outside the door sounded again. Upon hearing this voice, Feng Siche was even more stunned. Earlier in his dream, he hadn't heard it too clearly, but this time he had truly heard it - wasn't this the voice of his Aunt Zhao Lizhu? Hadn't she gone abroad after being ostracized and having a tough time at work? How could she possibly appear by his side again?

  Feng Sichu rubbed his head, really couldn't understand. Now his life trajectory seems to have undergone a major change, and he is now completely trapped in confusion.

  "Feng Siche, you little brat, do you want your aunt to come in and drag you out? I'm telling you, even though you're all grown up now, but in front of me, you're still just a kid. If you don't get up, I'll really go inside and drag you out. Otherwise, I'll be scolded by your grandfather later." Feng Siche's aunt's voice came from outside the door again.

  Suddenly hearing Auntie say that she would be scolded by Grandfather, Feng Si Zhe suddenly woke up again. Ah, he had indeed returned to his youthful era, he had been reborn!

  In his impression, his grandfather had been bedridden for several years. The sudden onset of a cerebral thrombosis made him lose the ability to take care of himself and unable to speak or make any gestures. At that time, Feng Si Zhe would often go to the 301 Hospital to visit his grandfather. Sometimes he thought that if his grandfather could get out of bed, even if it was just to scold him a few times, it would be a wonderful thing. Now, this has finally become a reality. He himself has miraculously returned to his youth due to a car accident, and Grandpa should naturally return to his healthy self during that period as well.

  Thinking that he would soon see his grandfather's talkative and cheerful face, Feng Si Zhe couldn't help but feel a hint of excitement. He quickly got dressed from bed, then loudly cleared his throat before stretching out his hand to open the door to his bedroom.

  Outside the door, everything is still the same, just like the memories of one's youth. In the courtyard, there are two sturdy paulownia trees standing tall, just as they were in the past. I recall that in the previous world, due to Kyoto's climate, one of the paulownia trees had withered and died, leaving only one tree standing alone, looking desolate. But now, both paulownia trees are once again standing here, radiating a unique vitality, just like Feng Zhi's own youthful energy.

  Under the wutong tree, Feng Si Zhe saw his little aunt, with a mushroom head that was most popular in the early 1990s, looking as young and full of vitality as ever.

  Seeing Feng Sicheng staring at her, Zhao Lijuan hastily lowered her head to examine her clothes and found nothing wrong with them. She then somewhat angrily shouted at Feng Sicheng: "What's going on? You're teasing your little auntie early in the morning, are you looking for a fight?"

  Listening to Little Auntie scaring herself again, Feng Siche couldn't help but smile foolishly. The young Little Auntie was back, and at that time, she was so cheerful and talkative. It was far from the later period when she was deceived by that Huang Dongren, who looked refined and handsome, but was actually a big scammer. He still remembered how Little Auntie had been cheated of her emotions and body by Huang Dongren, and had not been happy or joyful since then. At this moment, Feng Siche suddenly made a decision in his heart - he must use his hard-won rebirth experience to protect Little Auntie and not let her get hurt again. As for that scammer Huang Dongren, it would be best if he never saw him again, otherwise, he could go to hell.

  "The young aunt is really beautiful." Looking at Zhao Lijuan, Feng Sicheng couldn't help but let out a soft sigh.

  "Hey, little kid, you're looking for a fight, huh? Daring to tease your aunt at such an early hour. Just wait and see if I don't tell your sister about this. You'd better behave yourself." Zhao Lizhu knew that Zhao Sicheng was just speaking out of emotion, besides being called pretty was also a pleasant thing, let alone she understood her own sister, Zhao Liurong's feelings towards her son, which were absolutely treasured like a precious gem, afraid to drop it if held in hand, or melt it if put in mouth. How could she bear to do anything to her precious son?

  Feeling that his aunt was joking with him, Feng Si Zhe chuckled and said, "Then how should I put it? Should I say that Aunt is an ugly monster? Isn't that also too conscienceless? I really can't say that."

  As soon as Feng Sicheng said he was ugly, Zhao Lijuan wanted to get angry, but after hearing the next sentence, she immediately became happy again. "Really, this nephew of mine is a bit strange, although he usually has a good relationship with me, but he won't say so many words." Zhao Lijuan also had a strange feeling in her heart.

  Looking at Little Aunt, it seemed like she was deep in thought. Feng Si Zhe chuckled and didn't pay attention to her, only asking a question, "Little Aunt, is Grandpa still exercising in the East Wing?"

  "What's wrong? Has your brain gone mushy? At this time, the old man is of course exercising! What, do you also want to go to the East Wing to join in the fun?" Zhao Lijuan said this with the intention of forcing Feng Sicheng, she knew that although Feng Sicheng and the old man were close relatives, even if the old man was very fond of Feng Sicheng, it was just a superficial affection. Feng Sicheng had nothing to say to his grandfather beyond basic politeness. That's why she deliberately provoked Feng Sicheng, wanting to see how this clever and quick-witted young nephew would respond.

  Completely beyond Zhao Lijuan's expectations, Feng Sicheng nodded, "Alright then, I'll go to the East Wing with Little Auntie to see Grandpa."

  As soon as he finished speaking, Feng Si Zhe actually ran towards the East Wing with a small running posture and speed. Looking at Feng Si Zhe's back, Zhao Li Zhu suddenly had a feeling of the sun rising in the west, this little guy actually dared to go to the East Wing to find his grandfather, usually he would avoid him as much as possible.