Opening his eyes, Zhu Yi looked at his small hand. Turning his head, he saw the calendar on the wall. It was December 3rd, 1980 in the Chinese calendar. The thick, solid black characters told Zhu Yi that this was not a dream.,I originally thought that my life would be fleeting, but now I realize that this is not the end, but the beginning.,I don't want to come either, it's a pity. There are some things I didn't have the chance to explain clearly to you, so I had to come.。