"Dad, I gave my sister a place to replace me and gave me money. Let's come to see me now. Isn't it a bit unkind?"

The young man was very delicate, medium-sized, and a little thin.

He looked a little bookish, and his weak voice, and he looked like a weak scholar.

What Anne cares about is not his temperament and appearance, but his clothes.

The young man was wearing a light blue yori shirt, with a dark blue suit pants underneath. The shirt was tied into his pants, a black belt was tied around his waist, and his feet were wearing black cloth shoes sewn by his own home.

The shirt doesn't look too new, but it's ironed very smoothly and a pen is stuck in the pocket.

The pants are also a bit old, and the legs are worn, but they are washed very clean.

The shoes are sewn by themselves, and the fabric is also the most ordinary black cotton cloth, but the stitches are fine and the workmanship is also fine.

Well, this is a typical dress from the 1970s and 1980s.

However, since the man did not wear a great man's badge, Anne speculated that it should have passed the 1970s.

In other words, it is now the 1980s?

Or the countryside in the 1990s?

Annie thought to herself, her eyes couldn't help looking at the body she was traveling through.

Well, the young man just now called "Dad". Obviously, Anne dressed again this time.

And he is an old man in his sixties.

Although she is old, the people Anne traveled through time this time are very particular.

She was wearing a new dark blue Zhongshan suit, and two pens were pinned in the large pocket on the upper right.

I was wearing not black cloth shoes, but black leather shoes from some years ago. Although they were old shoes, they were very well-built, polished with shiny shoe polish and clean uppers.

I was holding a black file bag in my hand, which was the old style, and the metal buttons on the file bag were a little painted.

Annie's thoughts moved slightly, and she reached out to touch her head, yes, she was indeed wearing a hat.

Anne took off her hat and put it in front of her eyes and looked carefully. The black star anise hat.

It was indeed the standard clothing from the 80s or even the 90s. When Annie saw such a dress, the first thing that came to her mind was Mr. Zhao from the Northeast.

Perhaps in later generations, when you see such a dress, you will only feel rustic.

But in the 1980s, this was definitely a piece of equipment that only cadres, intellectuals or workers could have.

Just now, the young man was talking about "substitute quota". Combined with their current standing position, well, at the entrance of a factory with the soy sauce factory in xx County, Annie couldn't help but guess: Could it be that the person wearing a worker this time?

“What is authentic or not?”

Annie didn't know what the original owner had, but she didn't think she was kind and easy to get along with.

Putting aside the "best system" she bound, Annie can guess something by looking at the cowardice, shrunk and fear of the young man in front of her.

She snorted coldly as if she was majestic, "I don't have to talk too much when doing things. You can stay honest with me."

When the young man heard the familiar reprimand, he instinctively shrank again.

He hurriedly lowered his head and did not dare to look at his father.

But he couldn't pass the level of his conscience, especially this time it was all because of him, which made him feel even more guilty.

After struggling over and over again, the young man spoke carefully, "Dad, I, I am still young, and I don't want to rush to get married. My teacher said that although I couldn't get into college, my article was well written-"

"That's a bad thing!"

When Annie saw the young man reacting like this, she knew that she had guessed it right.

The original owner is indeed not a good-tempered person, and he is very authoritative in front of his children, and can even be called domineering.

"You trash, you can't even be reliable in college, and you still want to become a writer?" Annie cursed contemptuously.

Sure enough, I saw that although the young man looked ashamed and angry, he didn't feel something was wrong.

"Don't you want to get married yet? Do you don't want to, or is there no one willing to marry you?"

Anne speculated again based on the words of the young man just now and deliberately cursed like this.

The young man's face suddenly turned red, he was both ashamed and angry.

But apart from shame and embarrassment, he had no other reaction, and he didn't even clench his fists and grit his teeth to vent his anger.

Annie narrowed her eyes, it turned out, this child was a little cowardly.

No wonder I can't say I'm a wife.

Anne roughly affirmed that the current time should be in the eighties and nineties.

At this time, reform and opening up had been made, and ordinary people did not only have to farm, but also go to factories.

But human aesthetics are still at the level of strong body, thick eyebrows and big eyes.

And the young man in front of him is obviously not in line with the aesthetic of this era.

He is thin, has too fine eyebrows and eyes, and has too white skin. In future generations, he can still be transformed into a traffic-produced young man.

In this era, it can also be called "cream boy", but this word is obviously ambiguity.

"Okay, I've come here. What's the use of saying this?"

Seeing that the young man was so embarrassed that he found a crack in the ground, Annie felt a little reluctant, and said something angrily.

After hearing this, the young man's head lowered and his chin almost touched his neck.

"Raise your head and raise your chest. You are a man. What are the ladies doing? Is it embarrassing to lose it!"

Although Anne couldn't bear to make things difficult for a young man, she suddenly felt annoyed when she saw him curling up like a quail and blurted out her scolding words.

Annie knew that this was the original owner's remaining consciousness at work.

Yes, she had just been wearing it for less than ten minutes and had not completely controlled this body. If the original owner had a tough heart and strong mind, even if he left, he would have some consciousness.

And this kind of consciousness will be stimulated once it is stimulated.

Obviously, the one thing that the original owner looked down on the young man in front of him was his cowardly look with his hands and feet!

The young man was so frightened that he hurriedly raised his head and thrust his thin chest hard, but his eyes were already red and tears were even more circling inside.

OK, are you crying now?

This time, even Annie herself sighed a little. She was a young man in her twenties, but why was she really like a little girl, and she wiped her tears at any time.

"Oh~"

Before he knew it, Anne sighed.

This sigh stimulated the young man again. He finally couldn't help it and roared in a low voice, "Dad, I know I'm cowardly. You don't like me. Since you don't like me, then don't worry about me."

"I didn't get into college and didn't have a job, so I deserve it if I can't find a wife."
Chapter completed!