哎哟我操！林峰捶了自己胸口一拳，有点疼，但不是那种假的。他翻身下床，光着脚丫踩在地上，冰凉冰凉的，还能听见楼上传来老王喊做饭的声音，滋啦一声，锅里有油了。

这出租屋真他娘的够呛。 walls are peeling, corners are hollow, and the air is thick with dust. He found a damp towel under the bed, mopped his feet on the floor, and then scoffed at his own reflection in the cracked mirror. What the hell did I go back for? He scratched his head. He had been kicking around the idea of opening a store for a while, but the timing always felt off. Now that he was back in 1993, he felt like something big was about to break, like the world was on the verge of changing.

林峰走到门口， lite the cigarette, and looked out the window at the bustling street. The early morning sun had not yet fully risen, casting long shadows on the ground. A yellow taxi rumbled past, its siren sounding like the arrival of a train. People were hurrying to work, their faces. filled with the hustle and bustle of life.

He knew that this was it. This was his chance. He had to act fast, or the opportunity would slip away like sand through his fingers.