Chapter 1 (Chapter 1 Drinking and Not Driving)
Chen Hansheng smiled, then flicked, the exquisite business card slipped through an arc in the night and fell to the ground, then the Land Rover tires crushed over without mercy.
Adult Vanity Fair is always a playground, whoever takes it seriously is a fool.
In the Land Rover, the melody of “Five Hundred Miles from Home” drifted back and forth.
If you cross my train
You'll know I'm far away from home
You can hear its breath hissing
A hundred miles away
The lyrics of this song are far from Chen Hansheng's current life, but the mood is deeply infectious. The frequent use of counting words and repetition expresses the hardship of life's journey.
Throughout history and modern times, people who have left their homes to make a living are either rich or poor, but whether they are rich or poor, the sadness of separation in their hearts is forever indelible.
“It's been a long time since I've been to see my old parents, why don't I go see them overnight.”
Thinking this way, under the effect of the foreign wine's aftertaste, Chen Hansheng actually subconsciously turned the steering wheel.
Suddenly, a dazzling white light shone in from the side, and with a loud bang, Chen Hansheng didn't know anything anymore.
“Xiao Chen, wake up, the bus is coming to the station.”
In a daze, Chen Hansheng was woken up by a voice, opening his eyes was the dazzling sunlight, his head was the sting of alcohol.
“Damn, next time, I resolutely can't drink so much alcohol.”
Chen Hansheng frowned and cursed.
“Yesterday was the last class party in high school, everyone drank a lot, besides it's okay for you to get drunk in your love life.”
The one who spoke was a teenager around 17 or 18 years old, slightly chubby with a dark complexion, he grinned again, “I've long advised you not to confess to Xiao Rongyu, you insisted on taking advantage of the end of the college entrance exams to try one out, how did it turn out?”
“There are so many that like her, you are just a ghost in vain.”
The black fat man finished gloating, saw Chen Hansheng's eyes looking straight at himself, he was still a little upset: “Saying two bad words about Xiao Rongyu, you're angry?”
“We are playmates who grew up together, you and her have only been high school classmates for three years, I suggest treating last night as a memory and letting it drift away with the wind.”
Looking at him to keep on nagging, Chen Hansheng couldn't help but interrupt, “Who are you?”
“Me!?”
This teenager's face was first surprised, then turned into anger, after the vehicle arrived at the station, he pulled Chen Hansheng, who had a weak footstep, out of the car, and said loudly, “Losing love is not amnesia, I'm your good brother, Wang Zibo, will you forget that your name is Chen Hansheng!”
“Wang Zibo?”
Chen Hansheng did have a good friend named Wang Zibo, but he was currently not in the country.
“Isn't Wang Zibo in Iraq?”
“Son of a b***h Chen Hansheng, are you cursing me to die early?”
This time Chen Hansheng did not speak, because he was staring at the reflective glass on the bus stop platform in a daze, the reflection on it was also a teenager, familiar but strange, with a little hairy beard on his mouth.
The sky is blue and cloudless, the road is still dirt, the flying dust raised in the sunshine a grain to see clearly, the roadside barbershop speakers play tweeters with abandon.
“Accompany you to watch the meteor shower fall on this earth, let your tears fall on my shoulder ......”
Combined with the scene in front of him, coupled with the songs playing in the streets and alleys, Chen Hansheng's head was suddenly a little dizzy, this cheesy bridge actually happened to himself, suddenly his stomach was again churning, Chen Hansheng couldn't help but walk to the side of the road and vomit.
Wang Zibo didn't mind, walked over and patted his back and comforted, “It will be fine after vomiting.”
After all the things in his stomach were vomited out, Chen Hansheng's sanity gradually came to his senses, and Wang Zibo's current image finally gradually overlapped with his memories.
“Where are we going now?” Chen Hansheng raised his head with difficulty.
“To the school to get the acceptance letter ah.”
Now that Wang Zibo wasn't surprised anymore, he just assumed that his best friend's abnormality came from last night's confession that had a beginning but no end.
Saying this, Chen Hansheng really remembered when he was going to the school with Wang Zibo to get the acceptance letter, he was an ordinary second degree and Wang Zibo was a first degree.
This year is also not 2019, it is 2002.
Chapter 2 (Chapter 1 Who are you?)
The two wandered to the school entrance, along the way Wang Zibo said more, Chen Hansheng basically do not respond, he is trying to adapt to seventeen years ago in Hong Kong City.
When he graduated from college, Chen Hansheng felt that the economic development of his hometown was not good, so he stayed in the provincial capital of Jianye to fight, and occasionally went home to see his parents, but also came and went in a hurry, and did not have time to pay attention to the changes in his hometown.
It was only in the early hours of drunkenness that inexplicable touches and memories would well up from the bottom of his heart, but the next day was quickly replaced by the busyness of reality.
“What's the point of rebirth for someone like me?”
Chen Hansheng felt very stifled, in 2019, he had money and status, a company and subordinates, and did not meet the basic conditions of “cuckolded, parents dead, poor, hungry and cold” of a reborn person at all.
“Damn it, I really don't want to be born again!”
Chen Hansheng couldn't help but curse, Wang Zibo was rambling about the embarrassing incident last night when Chen Hansheng drunkenly ignored the obstruction and insisted on going to Xiao Rongyu to confess in front of her, he froze for a moment, “Are you listening to me or not?”
“Oh, listened.”
Chen Hansheng casually fooled around, then felt his pockets, no wallet, no cell phone, and no fast p*****t, he sighed and said to Wang Zibo, “Did you bring any money, I want to go to the kiosk to buy something.”
“Is it to buy water?”
Wang Zibo was understanding, he knew that his mouth would be dry after a hangover, plus it was also quite hot today.
“What do you drink, Guinness or Coke?”
Wang Zibo was ready to treat himself.
“Mineral water will do, and buy a pack of cigarettes on the way.” Chen Hansheng returned.
Wang Zibo immediately opened his eyes wide, couldn't stop measuring Chen Hansheng: “When did you learn to smoke, how come I don't know?”
Chen Hansheng a little impatient, how did not feel the childhood friend so nagging, waved his hand and said: “mood is not good, smoke one to relieve boredom.”
Wang Zibo hesitated, or obediently went to buy cigarettes, kiosk in the “Hong Kong City First Middle School” outside the door, Chen Hansheng looked at the spacious iron gate, thinking that this is my three years of high school, more than 1,000 years of memories ah.
Not long after, Wang Zibo came back: “No, your cigarettes.”
“Heh, how long has it been since I've seen the Red Tashan.”
Chen Hansheng could not help but laugh a little, since the work of this brand is rarely smoked, skillfully ripped open the package, but also handed one to Wang Zibo: “Do you smoke?”
Wang Zibo tangled for a while, and finally decided to accompany his brother to smoke one.
Wang Zibo is still very typical of the student mentality, the skin is also relatively thin, unlike Chen Hansheng such a full of social destruction, the scale of things is obviously not the same.
Chen Hansheng directly rolled up the trouser leg to the knee, sat on his butt on the curb and swallowed the fog, squinting thoughtfully surveying the passing students.
Wang Zibo twisted and turned his head when he smoked, took a quick puff and then hid the butt behind his back, and then spit out wisps of smoke from his mouth, just like a f*****g crane pot.
Wang Zibo himself smoke is careful, but looked at Chen Hansheng, he again puffed and puffed commented: “Little Chen, your smoking posture is quite elegant ah.”
Chen Hansheng was an old smoker, even flicking the ashes was rhythmic.
“Practice makes perfect.”
Chen Hansheng lightly back, Wang Zibo more envious, Chen Hansheng at this time the expression of both pretentious and beaten, but really is quite handsome.
Not waiting for a cigarette to finish, not far away there is a group of people riding over, Wang Zibo hurriedly extinguished the cigarette, and then reminded Chen Hansheng: “Hurry up and throw it away.”
Wang Zibo's action also startled Chen Hansheng: “There are teachers inside?”
“There are no teachers, all of them are our classmates.” Wang Zibo explained.
Chen Hansheng was almost going to throw it away, but when he heard this, he circled around and put the action back, he respected the profession of a teacher, but what's so good about high school classmates to put on your mind, what else can you do when you've graduated?
This group of students probably also came to get the acceptance letter, with the longing and yearning for college life, talking and laughing along the way, when they passed by Chen Hansheng and Wang Zibo, they all stopped.
Chen Hansheng's current image is very disheveled, both the fatigue of a hangover and the confusion of being born again, sitting on all fours without any grooming, with a cigarette dangling from his mouth, if not for this 18 year old face, complete with the image of a middle-aged greasy uncle.
Classmates are surprised to look at Chen Hansheng, in the Hong Kong City First Middle School this kind of education-oriented school, female students are not allowed to keep long hair, so smoking is almost a manifestation of depravity.
“Are you all going to get your acceptance letters?”
Wang Zibo felt the need to say something.
The group of students didn't say anything as they shifted their eyes to a girl in the center.
This little girl is really handsome, the broken flower knee-length skirt in the evening summer breeze gently fluttering, flooded with a bright and lively, she is at least 1 meter 67 tall, because of the heat of the day, her face swirls with a faint blush, straight nose, rosy lips, rounded jaws, thick eyelashes under the eyes clear and bright, soft hair naturally falling to the shoulders.
When the young girl stopped her small orange bicycle and walked over, Chen Hansheng could even smell a faint lily fragrance.
“Chen Hansheng, how can you smoke!”
The voice was quite nice, but there were some angry emotions.
Chen Hansheng couldn't remember who she was at all, he could only turn his head to look at Wang Zibo, who didn't understand the intention and was also staring at him with wide eyes, Chen Hansheng had no choice but to open his mouth and ask, “Who are you?”
“Wow.”
The group of prospective college students on bikes let out a sigh, especially the girls can't help but shake their heads, what the TV show said is really right, men change their hearts really fast, last night they were still confessing to someone else, only to be rejected and then be able to pretend to be unrecognizable.
“Han Sheng, you shouldn't be like this.”
Another boy came out from the crowd, tall and with a warm smile, “Smoking is not your style, I hope you can walk out from the shadow of your lost love and welcome a better tomorrow, we all look forward to your upward mobility.”