I Really Didn’t Want to be Born Again

The two wandered to the school gate. Wang Zibo talked a lot along the way, but Chen Hansheng basically didn't respond. He was trying to adapt to the Hong Kong city seventeen years ago.

After graduating from university that year, Chen Hansheng felt that the economic development of his hometown was not good, so he stayed in Jianye, the provincial capital, to work hard. Occasionally he went home to see his parents, but he came and left in a hurry, and had no time to pay attention to the changes in his hometown.

Only in the early morning of drunkenness would there be inexplicable touches and memories from the bottom of my heart, but the next day was quickly replaced by the busy reality.

What's the point of rebirth for a person like me?

Chen Hansheng felt very depressed. In 2019, he had money and status, a company and subordinates, and he did not meet the basic conditions of a reborn person who wears a cuckold, both parents died, is poor, and suffers from hunger and cold.

A few dogs, I really don't want to be reborn!

Chen Hansheng couldn't help cursing, Wang Zibo was talking about the embarrassment that Chen Hansheng insisted on confessing his love in front of Xiao Rongyu despite being drunk last night, he was stunned for a moment: Did you listen to me?

Oh, I see.

Chen Hansheng fooled around, and then touched his pockets. There was no wallet, no mobile phone, and no quick payment. He sighed and said to Wang Zibo, Do you have any money with you? I want to buy something in the canteen.

Do you want to buy water?

Wang Zibo is considerate, he knows that after a hangover, his mouth will be dry, and today is also quite hot.

What do you drink, Jianlibao or Coke?

Wang Zibo is preparing a treat.

Mineral water is fine, and I can buy a pack of cigarettes by the way. Chen Hansheng replied.

Wang Zibo's eyes widened immediately, and he couldn't stop looking at Chen Hansheng: When did you learn to smoke, why don't I know?

Chen Hansheng was a little impatient. He didn't think his childhood friend was so wordy before. He waved his hand and said, I'm in a bad mood. Take one to relieve boredom.

Wang Zibo hesitated for a moment, and went to buy cigarettes obediently. The canteen was just outside the gate of Gangcheng No. 1 Middle School. Chen Hansheng looked at this spacious iron gate and thought to himself that this is the memory of my three years in high school, more than 1,000 years ah.

After a while, Wang Zibo came back: No, your cigarette.

Heh, I haven't seen Hongtashan for a long time.

Chen Hansheng couldn't help laughing. He seldom smoked this brand since he started working. He skillfully tore open the package and handed one to Wang Zibo: Do you want to smoke?

Wang Zibo struggled for a while, and finally decided to smoke one with his brother.

Wang Zibo still has a typical student mentality, and his face is relatively thin. Unlike Chen Hansheng, who has suffered from the devastation of society, the standard of doing things is obviously different.

Chen Hansheng rolled his trouser legs up to his knees, sat down on the curb, swallowed, squinted his eyes and thoughtfully looked at the students passing by;

Wang Zibo wobbled, turned his head away when he smoked, took a quick puff and then hid the cigarette butt behind his back, then spit out wisps of smoke from his mouth, like a fucking spout pot.

Wang Zibo himself smoked carefully, but after looking at Chen Hansheng, he commented again: Xiao Chen, your smoking posture is very chic.

Chen Hansheng is an old smoker, and he has a sense of rhythm even playing soot.

Practice makes perfect.

Chen Hansheng replied lightly, and Wang Zibo was even more envious. Chen Hansheng's expression at this time was both pretentious and beating, but he was really handsome.

Before he finished smoking a cigarette, a group of people came on bicycles not far away. Wang Zibo quickly extinguished the cigarette butt, and then reminded Chen Hansheng: Throw it away quickly.

Wang Zibo's actions also startled Chen Hansheng: Is there a teacher inside?

There is no teacher, just our classmates. Wang Zibo explained.

Chen Hansheng was about to throw it away, but when he heard this sentence, he went around and took it back. He respected the profession of a teacher very much.

But what are the high school classmates to take to heart, what if they all graduated?

This group of students probably also came to get their admission notices. With longing and yearning for university life, they talked and laughed along the way. When they passed by Chen Hansheng and Wang Zibo, they all stopped.

Chen Hansheng's current image is very sloppy. He is tired after a hangover and confused after being reborn. He is sitting unkempt, with a cigarette in his mouth. If it weren't for this 18-year-old face, he would be a complete middle-aged man. Greasy uncle image.

The classmates all looked at Chen Hansheng in surprise. In an education-oriented school like Hong Kong No. 1 Middle School, female students are not allowed to have long hair, so smoking is almost a sign of depravity.

Are you all going to get the admission letter?

Wang Zibo felt the need to say something.

The group of students didn't speak, and they turned their eyes to a girl in the middle.

This little girl is really handsome. The knee-length skirt of floral flowers flutters gently in the summer wind in the evening, exuding a bright and lively look. She is at least 1.67 meters tall. Because of the hot weather, her face is rippling A faint blush, a straight nose bridge, red lips, a rounded chin, clear eyes under thick eyelashes, and soft hair that naturally hangs down to her shoulders.

When the girl stopped the orange bicycle and walked over, Chen Hansheng could even smell a faint fragrance of lilies.

Chen Hansheng, how can you smoke!

The voice is nice, but a little angry.

Chen Hansheng couldn't remember who she was at all, so he could only turn his head to look at Wang Zibo. Wang Zibo didn't understand the intention, and stared at him with big eyes and small eyes. Chen Hansheng had no choice but to ask, Who are you?

Wow.

This group of prospective college students riding bicycles let out a burst of sighs, especially the girls couldn't help shaking their heads. What was said in the TV series was indeed true. Men change their minds really quickly. They confessed to others last night, but they were rejected. Can pretend not to know.

Han Sheng, you shouldn't be doing this.

Another boy walked out of the crowd. He was tall and had a warm smile: Smoking is not your style. I hope you can come out of the shadow of broken love and welcome a better tomorrow. We all look forward to your progress.

These words sound like consolation and encouragement, but there is always a kind of hypocrisy and condescension. Chen Hansheng has been the boss for so many years. Although he is not arrogant, he is not willing to be stepped on by others to perform, especially the two are not familiar with him. .

Although Chen Hansheng was sitting on the ground, he raised his head, raised his chest, and stared at the boy who was talking silently, until he looked uncomfortable, and then said with a sense of scrutiny: You fucking Who is it again?

A man with a successful career has both a generous attitude and a majesty of accumulation and explosion. How can he be compared to a milk doll who has not entered the society? Even if he is in the realm of pretense, he probably can't see Chen Hansheng's exhaustion. So as soon as you touch it, you lose the battle.

You are such a disappointment.

The boy threw down a stern sentence, and then said to the pretty girl: Rongyu, let's go, don't worry about this kind of person.

The girl didn't listen, and walked a few steps closer and said to Chen Hansheng: If you pretend you don't know each other, then I can't help it, but I made it very clear last night that I don't want to have friends until I graduate from university.

If you smoke again, I'll tell your mother.

Chen Hansheng was stunned for a moment, he had just returned to 18 years ago, and he was unwilling to greet his parents in this way, and today was the day to get the admission notice, and many passing students stopped to watch.

Chen Hansheng thought for a while, and obediently threw away the cigarette butt.

The girl smiled slightly, with a hint of complacency, and took out a bottle of mineral water from the car basket: Wash your face, and get the admission notice later.

Thanks, I have it myself.

Chen Hansheng directly refused.

Tch, it's the old way of playing hard to get, pretending to be cold when you fail to confess your love. The boy just now said disdainfully.

But the girl was quite stubborn, even though Chen Hansheng didn't want it, she still put the water at Chen Hansheng's feet, then snorted coldly, pushed the cute little orange bicycle into the school.

After they left completely, Chen Hansheng suddenly realized: She must be Xiao Rongyu.

Stop pretending in front of me.

Wang Zibo said with some dissatisfaction: I know it feels uncomfortable to be rejected when you confess your confession, but we are good brothers, if you have anything to say to me.

Wang Zibo also thought that Chen Hansheng did it on purpose to save face.

Chen Hansheng didn't know how to explain it, so he could only pat Wang Zibo on the shoulder: You're already an adult after you've been admitted to university, and being alone is an excellent quality of an adult.

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