His voice was so familiar that I stopped screaming instantly. I stared intently, and oh my god, wasn't this my grandfather My grandfather’s voice was particularly distinctive, with a heavy nasal tone. Since childhood, I've heard him tell stories, and I could never forget it. 。But, he passed away even before my grandmother. I remember it was the year I turned twenty-five. 。"After ten years or so, where did this old man come from I don't understand! I don't understand!" "Little Jun seems possessed..." Grandma said urgently. 。My arm was still burning with pain, it seemed this wasn't a dream. 。I forced myself to stay calm and tried to organize my chaotic thoughts a little. 。If it isn't a dream, then there's only one possibility — I've traveled through time. 。,"Xiao Jun, eat quickly, finish eating and then go to school." 。Grandma was talking and reached into her bag, pulling out a yellowish cotton bookbag. 。I nodded in agreement, peeled off the burnt shell of the roasted sweet potato, and took a big bite. 。Well, I haven't had roasted sweet potatoes in ages. 。It's really good! 。In my memory, 1976 was a year of extreme scarcity. Not just for children, but for adults too, breakfast might just be one or two baked sweet potatoes. 。It seems like this roasted sweet potato is my breakfast and lunch for the entire morning, I guess I have to keep munching on it.,No, I need to find some quiet time, clear my head and get my thoughts straight.。