From the bed he struggled to sit up, Chen Jianghai felt like his head was going to explode.

"This...this is where?"

Looking at the dilapidated brick house before him, he shook his head, feeling a little disappointed.

Weren't you drunk in the shop yesterday? How did you end up here?

Could this be a dream?

Just as Chen Jianghai was lost in thought, the wooden door of the room creaked open and a young man walked in.

She was tall and slender, with two pigtails. She had big, sparkling eyes, a high nose bridge, fair skin, and plump, rosy lips, resembling the former Jade Master Zhou Huimin of yesteryear.

"Wǎn... Wǎn Qiū!"

Chen Jianghai's eyes widened in disbelief as he stared at the person before him, blurting out their name dumbly.

"Are you awake? Breakfast is ready. I'm going to work."

After finishing his words, the person took a gray coat and was about to leave.

"Wan Qiu, don't leave!"

Chen Jianghai unconsciously shouted out loud.

The person stiffened slightly.

"I... I only have a few coins left, take them all!"

Having said that, the man took out two crumpled tickets from his pocket and threw them on the table. A flash of sadness crossed his eyes, and he left without looking back.

Not until the other party had left did Chen Jianghai realize what was going on, and he sprang up from the bed in surprise.

By the time he stumbled after him, the person was already far away.

"Wan Qiu... could it really be Wan Qiu?"

"Am I dreaming?"

Chen Jianghai's face flushed with excitement, and he muttered to himself.

Lin Wanqiu is Chen Jianghai's daughter-in-law and a well-known person in the surrounding villages.

Initially, Lin Wanqiu's father was seriously ill at home and urgently needed a large sum of money.

Through a personal introduction, Chen Jianghai's family gave the Lin family a substantial dowry and married Lin Wanqiu.

Because he wanted to make a lot of money and be his own boss, Chen Jianghai didn't want to work after getting married. He was determined to do business, no matter how much people tried to persuade him.

Lin Wanqiu could only swallow this bitterness silently, supporting the family alone. She always hoped that one day Chen Jianghai would settle down and stop causing trouble.

After Chen Jianghai's business failed, he was deeply in debt. Despite this, Lin Wanqiu remained by his side, supporting him through those difficult times when they slept in straw huts and ate only coarse grain porridge.

When Chen Jianghai finally came to terms with himself and honestly went to work at the factory to earn a living, life for the couple was just starting to improve. However, Lin Wanqiu fell seriously ill due to years of overwork and quietly passed away.

This ending also left Chen Jianghai filled with regret, but the tragedy had already happened and could not be undone.

He suddenly woke up and left his hometown, the place that had caused him pain. He stopped dreaming of being a boss and went to work in a big city, but whenever night fell and it was quiet, he would drink to drown his sorrows and weep bitterly for what he had done in the past.

"Wanqiu, you still resent me, even in your dreams you only allow me a glance."

Chen Jianghai let out a pitiful smile and punched the dilapidated wooden table with all his might.

"Ah!"

A piercing pain came, and Chen Jianhai couldn't help but shake his hands repeatedly.

He shook his hand a few times, and suddenly Chen Jianghai forgot the pain. He stared blankly at his right hand, which was already somewhat swollen.

Pain, it hurts so much, but can you feel pain in a dream?

Could this be a dream?!

Thinking of this, Chen Jianhai immediately pushed open the door and walked out. A blinding light shone on him, making him instinctively shield his eyes.

After a while, Chen Jianghai finally put his hand down and turned to look at the nearly empty house behind him.

His eyes fell on the calendar on the back of the door.

July 24, 1991, an ordinary day, also the second year after his marriage to Lin Wanqiu.

I'm back, I really am back to how things used to be.

Chen Jianghai was so excited that he couldn't contain himself, but when he thought of his past actions and Lin Wanqiu's lifeless eyes in the hospital, he couldn't help but slap himself hard.

"Chen Jianghai, you're a real bastard!"

Gritting his teeth, Chen Jianghai looked out the window and said with unusual determination.

"Wanqiu, don't worry, for the rest of my life, I will only live three words: Lin Wanqiu! I will absolutely never let you suffer even a little bit more."

Taking a deep breath and suppressing the urge to go straight to the factory to look for Lin Wanqiu, Chen Jianghai returned to his room. He first rolled up his sleeves and cleaned the messy room thoroughly.

Although the house is old, it looks much more comfortable after cleaning.

After finishing the bowl of light brown barley porridge on the table, Chen Jianghai walked out of the room and into the small kitchen next door, built with asbestos tiles.

When I lifted the lid of the rice jar, there was only a thin layer of rice left. There were also only a few coal balls remaining.

Under these circumstances, Chen Jianghai naturally understood in his heart. Because of his shirking responsibilities, life at home had always been difficult.

To earn money and let Wanqiu live a good life, Chen Jianhai's thoughts became increasingly firm.

Putting on a coat, Chen Jianghai strode out of the small courtyard and onto the street.

Today's Linghai is still just a small county town. There are no towering buildings lining the streets, only low, single-story houses. The ground is uneven concrete, and the sky remains a brilliant blue.

Along the way, there aren't many shops on the street, and there aren't so many dazzling goods, which fully shows that this is an era of everything waiting to be developed.

Chen Jianghai also saw a nearly vanished business from the past: shoe repair stalls.

In the distance, Xiao Hu Du's song floated over, "String together your heart and mine..."

"Huh, where did the sound go?"

A sound coming from beside him caught Chen Jianghai's attention.

He turned his head and saw an old man with white hair sitting at his own doorstep, frowning and fiddling with a radio in his hand.

At the sight of this, Chen Jianghai's eyes lit up immediately.

Before his rebirth, Chen Jianghai had always been involved in household appliance repair. After the year 2000, he even owned a household appliance repair shop, and his craftsmanship was unparalleled. Everyone called him Master Chen.

Fixing a radio was child's play for him.

Although it might not be profitable in the future, right now it's a lucrative trade, a truly skilled job.

What can reflect the changes of the times?

Undeniably, there are the "Four Essentials" of a wedding.

Four major household items in the 1950s and 1960s were bicycles, watches, radios, and sewing machines. They are commonly known as "San Zhuan Yi Xiang".

After the reform and opening up, ordinary people had more money in their pockets, so the four major appliances changed: color TV, refrigerator, washing machine, and tape recorder.

All are household appliances.

Especially the radio, a once-valuable rarity, is now almost an essential product for information acquisition in every household.

High usage naturally leads to an increase in failure rates.

These days, ordinary people can't afford to throw things away, they can only repair them. Once they're fixed, they use them again.

And repairing household appliances, in this day and age, can be quite a clever skill.

One must master the principles and techniques of electrical construction and repair.

Chen Jianghai felt that his unique skill had finally found a way to be utilized!

"Grandpa, the radio is broken?"

Chen Jianghai took two steps forward and said with a smile.

The old man glanced at Chen Jianghai and nodded, saying, “Yes, he was fine last night. I don't know what happened!”

Chen Jianghai smiled and said, “Grandpa, shall I take a look for you?”

"Will you fix it?" The old man's eyes held suspicion.

Chen Jianghai said calmly, "Well, I can fix it, but if I can fix it properly, I'll need some repair fees, won't I?"

"That's fine, as long as you repair it well, I'll give you... five!"

The old man hesitated for a moment, then said, "Here's one palm technique."

Chen Jianghai shook his head: "Master, about five?"

"What? Five is still too little, why don't you just rob it?"

The old man raised an eyebrow and said.

Chen Jianghai said slowly, "Master, a brand new radio would cost at least forty or fifty yuan. Can you afford to buy another one?"

Just as the old man was about to speak, Chen Jianghai spoke first.

"If you send it for repair, I'd have to charge you at least two or three dollars for the repairs. So, let me take a look first. If I can fix it, how about you just give me one dollar?"

In 1991, the average monthly income was only around two or three hundred yuan.

This must be the working class of a big city.

If it's a small town or rural area, the cost would be even lower.

Therefore, buying a new radio would certainly be a considerable expense for a household.

Chen Jianghai's words completely made the old man give up on bargaining.

"Okay! Just one piece, but if you don't fix it, I won't pay!"

The old man nodded and said.