My 1983

"The fever is gone, the fever is gone!"

Lu Xiaofeng slowly opened his eyes, and the first thing that came into view was the face of a middle-aged woman

: "Xiaofeng!" How do you feel, are you better?

"I'm ... Where is it? Lu Xiaofeng obviously remembered that he fell from the stairs, but where is this?

"This kid is confused? This is in our house, silly child. The middle-aged woman said and stretched out her hand to touch Lu Xiaofeng's forehead.

"Our family? ..., so who are you? "

Bastard thing, you don't even recognize your mother?"

At this time, the middle-aged man sitting at the door squatting and smoking stood up with a cigarette bag and pot and said.

"And you are?"

Lu Xiaofeng looked suspicious, where did his parents die early and grew up in an orphanage such an old mother? Was he sold by traffickers to poor mountainous areas to be used as a son?

But it's not right to think about it! In the news, I have heard of selling women as daughters-in-law, but I have not heard of selling men!

Could it be? As if thinking of something, Lu Xiaofeng lifted the quilt, fortunately, the kidney is still there.

"I'm your daddy!" The middle-aged man replied angrily!

"I'm your daddy!" Lu Xiaofeng replied, after all, those who said this in his own time were all scolding.

"You little rabbit cub dares to go to the house to reveal the tiles, pretend to be confused for Lao Tzu, right, see if Lao Tzu doesn't break your dog's leg today."

The middle-aged man said and raised the cigarette bag pot.

"Okay! The child just woke up, and your donkey's temper came up, didn't it? It's still long, you try it! The

middle-aged woman guarded Lu Xiaofeng.

"Ahem! So what! If you don't fight, you see this kid is too lawless, then I'll go to the field to see the crops. The

middle-aged man rubbed his hands awkwardly, turned around and walked out the door, not forgetting to look back and glare at Lu Xiaofeng.

"You lie down first, my mother will go and make you something to eat, I have scared my mother these days."

The middle-aged woman said and stood up, tugged the quilt for Lu Xiaofeng and turned to go out.

At this time, only Lu Xiaofeng was left in the room, and he had a chance to look at the surrounding environment.

The light in the room was a little dim, and Lu Xiaofeng looked at the peeling wall skin of the adobe walls around him like a huge map with no rules.

There are also a few messy cobwebs hanging from the wooden beams overhead, and the ground is all loess, but it is very porcelain, and in some places it even reflects light.

In the room is a table of eight immortals and a few rattan chairs made of bamboo. A worn-out wall calendar hangs aside.

Wait a minute! In 1983? Lu Xiaofeng couldn't help but almost shout out when he saw the words on the wall calendar!

"Reborn yourself?"

The plot of the rebirth novel in the past life Lu Xiaofeng is no stranger, but all of this seems to tell himself this fact.

Lu Xiaofeng closed his eyes to calm himself down, and then opened his eyes to go out to confirm.

So he got out of bed and walked outside the house, and the harsh sunlight made Lu Xiaofeng adapt to it for a long time.

The courtyard is covered with cyan stone slabs, and the whole village is made of gray bricks and yellow adobe.

Slowly some memories emerged, the male protagonist is called Lu Dashan, that is, Lu Xiaofeng's so-called cheap daddy.

The middle-aged woman's name is Han Fengxia. The eldest brother, Lu Xiaoguo, was a soldier in the army and did not return for several years. There is also a little sister Lu Xiaojuan.

Everything was sorted out, but Lu Xiaofeng was sure that this was not his memory, could it really be reborn? And those memories are the previous owner of this body?

"Come, it's too hot, you wash your face first."

Mother Han Fengxia said and brought a basin of water to Lu Xiaofeng.

Lu Xiaofeng looked down at how the reflection in the water was so thin and small, although he was very thin in his previous life, he was very strong in his physique!

"That... Mother... Where is our mirror?

Lu Xiaofeng hesitantly called out that word, in his previous life, he had not called someone else's mother for more than twenty years, and he was still a little uncomfortable.

"Isn't it hanging on the wall of the hall?"

Han Fengxia glanced at her son, and somehow she always felt that Lu Xiaofeng was a little wrong today.

"This is me?"

Lu Xiaofeng looked at the yellowed little face in the mirror with two cracks, and then looked at the thin body, and lowered his hair and was stunned.

Soon the deep memory resurfaced, the original owner of this body was 15 years old, but in this era there was simply not enough to eat, and a year's food was simply not enough to eat, let alone any nutrition.

"Xiaofeng, go and call your father and Xiaojuan back for dinner!"

Han Fengxia shouted to

Lu Xiaofeng in the kitchen, and Lu Xiaofeng answered and before he could go out, he saw his father Lu Dashan carrying a hoe in one hand and a little girl into the yard with the other.

After seeing Lu Xiaofeng, Lu Dashan put away the smile on his face and glared at Lu Xiaofeng.

Lu Xiaofeng knew that Lu Daan must still be angry with him because of what happened in the morning, but he didn't care.

"Second brother, are you well?" The little girl saw Lu Xiaofeng and said in surprise, she knew that this was her sister Lu Xiaojuan. Before Lu Xiaofeng could answer, Han Fengxia opened the meal.

After taking the bowl of noodles handed over by Zhang Fengxia, he looked down and saw that the noodles in the bowl did not have any oil flowers at all, and there were a few unknown wild vegetables floating alone on the soup noodles.

To be honest, Lu Xiaofeng really didn't have a little appetite, but seeing that the family was eating, especially Xiaomei was eating quite fragrantly, he was embarrassed not to eat.

"My mother is biased, I can still eat white noodles when my brother is sick, but I still have black noodles when I am sick," Lu Xiaojuan put down the bowl and said.

"You little unconscionable, when did you get sick and I didn't cook you white noodles? Just that one time to make black noodles, it's not that you pretend to be sick and don't want to go to school. Han Fengxia said and nodded the little girl's head.

The little girl smiled and stuck out her tongue, and took the bowl and drank the remaining noodle soup in the bowl.