I Really Didn’t Want to be Born Again

In the resplendent private room of Jianye International Hotel, a group of well-dressed men and women exchanged cups, blushing from drinking.

Mr. Chen, please take care of your business in the future.

Mr. Chen, I'll buy you another drink. You can do whatever you want. I'll do it.

Mr. Chen, I wish you a wealth of wealth and prosperity in the future.

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The protagonist on the wine table is called Chen Hansheng, basically the toast or flattery has something to do with him.

I don't know which woman is so lucky to be able to marry a man like Mr. Chen.

A woman with a flushed face picked up a wine glass and said delicately.

Thirty-five-year-old Chen Hansheng is at the peak of a man's energy, experience, and ability. His social status gives him a relaxed attitude, coupled with his good conversation, it is common for him to attract women's attention.

Miss Zhang doesn't know yet, Mr. Chen is not married yet, but he is the real diamond king. Immediately someone sang in harmony.

It must be that Mr. Chen has too high a vision, and he doesn't like us rouge vulgar fans.

The woman replied with a smile, then handed over a business card with both hands, water dripped from her eyes, and said softly: Mr. Chen has a great business, but he has to find a balance between family and career.

Chen Hansheng took the business card politely, but the moment the two touched, he suddenly felt itchy in his palm. It turned out that Miss Zhang stretched out her index finger and slid it gently on his palm, and then stared at him affectionately.

Chen Hansheng smiled and sat down calmly.

After the entertainment, most of the people at the wine table were drunk. When the beautiful woman surnamed Zhang left, she glanced at Chen Hansheng reluctantly.

Chen Hansheng understood and made a gesture to make a phone call, and then she smiled.

The subordinate came over and said, Mr. Chen, I'll take you back.

Need not.

Chen Hansheng waved his hand: I bought a new house in the opposite community, and I can just drive back by myself, and it's less than 100 meters away.

After his subordinates left, Chen Hansheng slowly walked back to the tiger car, leaning his head on the leather seat with a deep tiredness on his face.

After every social gathering, apart from the full stomach of wine, I always feel inexplicably depressed, and even feel a sense of emptiness at a loss.

People in the arena involuntarily.

call.

Chen Hansheng exhaled heavily. If happiness is vulgarly judged by money, he is already happier than most people, so he really shouldn't complain.

When he turned on the car stereo, fastened his seat belt and was about to start the car, Chen Hansheng suddenly felt a hard object in his pocket. It turned out to be the business card of the beautiful Miss Zhang during the party.

Zhang Mingrong, the name is not bad.

Chen Hansheng smiled, and flicked it lightly, the delicate business card slid across an arc in the night and fell to the ground, and then the Land Rover tires crushed it mercilessly.

Adult vanity fairs are always full of drama, and whoever takes it seriously is a fool.

In the Land Rover, the melody of Five Hundred Miles from Home floated back and forth.

If you miss the train I'm on

If you cross my train

You will know that I am gone

You'll know I'm gone

You can hear the whistle blow

you can hear it roar

A hundred miles

leave a hundred miles

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The content of the lyrics of this song is far from Chen Hansheng's current life, but the artistic conception has deeply infected him. Numerals and repetitions are frequently used to express the hardships of life.

At all times and in all over the world, people who left their homes to seek a living,

Some are rich and some are poor, but whether they are rich or poor, the sorrow of parting in their hearts will never be erased.

I haven't seen my parents for a long time, why don't I go and see them overnight.

Thinking about it this way, Chen Hansheng turned the steering wheel subconsciously under the effect of the stamina of the foreign wine.

Suddenly, a burst of dazzling white light shone in from the side, and there was a loud bang, and Chen Hansheng didn't know anything.

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Han Sheng, wake up, the bus is about to arrive.

In a daze, Chen Hansheng was awakened by a voice, his eyes were opened to the dazzling sunlight, and his head was stinging from alcohol.

Damn it, I will definitely not drink so much next time.

Chen Hansheng frowned and cursed.

Yesterday was the last class reunion in high school. Everyone drank a lot. Besides, it doesn't matter if you get drunk when you are frustrated in love.

The person who spoke was a 17 or 18-year-old boy with a slightly fat body and dark complexion. He grinned again: I have advised you not to confess your love to Xiao Rongyu a long time ago. You have to try it while the college entrance examination is over. How about it?

If you like her so much, you are just a dead ghost.

After the fat man gloated, seeing Chen Hansheng looking straight at him, he was still a little unhappy: You got angry when you said something bad about Xiao Rongyu?

We are playmates who grew up together. You and her have only been high school classmates for three years. I suggest treating what happened last night as a memory and letting it go with the wind.

Seeing that he was going to keep nagging, Chen Hansheng couldn't help interrupting: Who are you?

I!?

The young man's face was surprised at first, and then turned into anger. When the car arrived at the stop, he pulled Chen Hansheng, who was flabbergasted, out of the car, and said loudly: Breakdown is not amnesia, I am your good brother Wang Zibo, will you know? Forgot that my name is Chen Hansheng!

Wang Zibo?

Chen Hansheng does have a good friend named Wang Zibo, but he is currently not in China.

Isn't Wang Zibo in Iraq?

Damn Chen Hansheng, now that Iraq is in such a mess, the Yankees are preparing to attack Saddam Hussein, are you cursing me to die sooner?

This time Chen Hansheng stopped talking, because he was staring at the reflective glass on the bus platform in a daze. The reflection on it was also a teenager, familiar yet unfamiliar, with a little fluffy beard on his mouth.

The sky was blue and cloudless, the road was still muddy, and the flying dust raised could be clearly seen in the sunlight. The loudspeaker of the barber shop by the road was playing the tweeter wantonly.

Accompany you to watch the meteor shower fall on this earth, and let your tears fall on my shoulders...

Combined with the scene in front of him and the songs playing in the streets and alleys, Chen Hansheng suddenly became a little dizzy. This cliche scene finally happened to him, and suddenly his stomach was churning again. Chen Hansheng couldn't help but walk to the side of the road Spit up.

Wang Zibo didn't dislike it either, he came over and patted his back to comfort him, It'll be fine after you vomit.

After all the contents of his stomach were emptied, Chen Hansheng's consciousness gradually became clear, and Wang Zibo's current image finally overlapped with his memory.

Where are we going now? Chen Hansheng raised his head with difficulty.

Go to the school to get the admission letter.

Now Wang Zibo is no longer strange, the strangeness of him being a good friend comes from the endless confession last night.

In this way, Chen Hansheng really remembered that he and Wang Zibo went to school to get the admission notice. He had two ordinary copies, and Wang Zibo had one.

This year is not 2019 either, it is 2002.

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