I Really Didn’t Want to be Born Again

Hong Kong City is a small city with a slow pace of life. People who get off work ride bicycles on the street in twos and threes. Chen Hansheng and Wang Zibo pace slowly in the afterglow of the sunset. It's very long.

Chen Hansheng was looking at the landscape with great interest along the way. After more than ten years, some buildings no longer exist, so seeing it again, this feeling is very unreal.

He was observing with gusto, when suddenly there was a crisp bell sound from behind, Chen Hansheng looked back, and couldn't help complaining in his heart: On the first day of rebirth, why did you get entangled with them on the first day of rebirth.

It turned out that Chen Hansheng and Wang Zibo were both walking, and their speed was slow, and they were quickly chased by Xiao Rongyu and the group of students riding bicycles.

Wang Zibo also waved politely. Chen Hansheng thought it was troublesome, so he turned his head and pretended not to see it, but Xiao Rongyu stopped him.

Chen Hansheng, Wang Zibo, you two are the only ones in my classmate record who haven't left a message.

Xiao Rongyu stopped the car and took out an exquisite hard-covered notebook from his bag: You can write whatever you want, and it will be a souvenir.

At this time, Xiao Rongyu supported one leg on the ground, inadvertently revealing half of her beautiful and round calf, which was so white and tender that the other boys were embarrassed to look at it, and turned their heads in unison.

Chen Hansheng was not very interested at first, but seeing such a scene, the soul of the middle-aged uncle guided him to start from the ivory-like legs, look along the slender waist, round and smooth pearl shoulders, and finally stopped at That pretty pink face.

Xiao Rongyu laughed, the dimples on both sides were looming, it was really pretty.

Chen Hansheng, write your classmate records carefully, where are your eyes looking!

Gao Jialiang also averted his gaze at first, but he was reluctant to part with the beautiful scenery in front of him, and was about to glance around quietly with his peripheral vision, but when he turned his head, he saw Chen Hansheng staring at Xiao Rongyu from top to bottom.

Gao Jialiang yelled and cursed, in fact, even Wang Zibo was puzzled, Chen Hansheng was indeed a character with no taboos, but he still respected Xiao Rongyu before, and rarely looked at him so rudely.

Xiao Rongyu is not the kind of gentle girl who can be rubbed by others. When she found that Chen Hansheng was still resting on her chest, she immediately bluffed her face and raised her fists to warn: If you look around again, I will goug out your eyes. Go and tell Aunt Liang.

A young girl who is about to enter the university campus, her body has already begun to develop, and Xiao Rongyu's chest also has a three-dimensional sense of little lotus just showing its sharp corners. Chen Hansheng smiled and took the classmate over. nostalgia.

There is a girls version:

No matter how long the future is, please cherish the little things we get along with, no matter how many reincarnations we go through, I will still be your friend.

There is also a literary version:

Friendship will not disappear because of going to different places; fate will not be cut off because of graduation; blessings will not be forgotten because of the ends of the world.

There is also a simpler version:

I wish Xiao Rongyu happy and happy forever in the university.

There is also a limerick version:

Qingshan Qingshui teenagers,

We got along for several years.

No other gift to give,

Write a blessing to commemorate.

Even, Chen Hansheng turned to Gao Jialiang's message like a love poem:

May we be a pair of white birds on the top of the waves, the shooting star has not yet passed away, we are tired of its brilliance; the sky hangs low, the faint light of the blue star in the morning light, awakens in you and me, a ray of undying sadness—— — Gao Jialiang's own handwriting.

Gao Jialiang is too shameless, he plagiarized Yeats' White Bird and insisted that he wrote it himself.

Xiao Rongyu obviously knew that this was a love poem, she blushed a little, and then pretended to be serious and said to Chen Hansheng: Don't flip through it, find an empty space and write it quickly!

Chen Hansheng handed it over to Wang Zibo: Come on,

You write first.

Wang Zibo was racking his brains to come up with sentences, trying to leave a deep impression on Miss Xiao, he took the pen in a panic, and muttered dissatisfiedly: I haven't figured it out yet.

Things happened in a hurry, and Wang Zibo didn't have any preparations, so he could only write in a regular manner: I wish classmate Xiao Rongyu grows more and more beautiful, and will always be happy.

Then it was Chen Hansheng's turn. He originally wanted to write May you leave half your life and come back as a teenager.

But this sentence is too young and not interesting enough. After thinking about it, I finally wrote it correctly: You live very well in the pond, loach is ugly but can speak festive words, toad is sloppy but very funny, snail is a Gentle autistic, little crucian carp is your common goddess.

Gao Jialiang stood far away at first, but when Chen Hansheng wrote the pen, his sense of crisis drove him to approach. When he saw Chen Hansheng write a group of amphibian worlds, he said with a contemptuous smile, Primary school students' composition.

Immediately, a girl shook her head and said, Not necessarily. It seems boring at first glance, but it will be very interesting after reading it twice. Isn't Rong Yu your goddess?

Although Gao Jialiang's standard of conduct is low, he came out of No. 1 middle school, and his Chinese literacy is still up to standard. After savoring it carefully in his heart, he knew that it was true, but he didn't want to admit it, and urged impatiently: It's getting dark soon. , let's hurry home.

Xiao Rongyu can naturally feel the innocence and liveliness in this sentence, and there is a faint anthropomorphism in it, but she is not too surprised. Chen Hansheng usually has a flexible mind and is very interesting.

Lao Xu, the head teacher, once commented on him that if he is willing to study quietly, he must be a seedling in the book.

It's well written. I won't tell Aunt Liang about smoking, but you are not allowed to do it again.

Xiao Rongyu preached crisply. She has grown up in a smooth environment for so many years, and her tone of voice is inevitably a little proud.

It wasn't until after the group of prospective college students on bicycles left that Wang Zibo, who had been cowardly, grinned at Chen Hansheng: I wasn't ready just now, you just forced me to write first.

Chen Hansheng didn't refute, but just asked a question: It's worth the eggs to write brilliantly, are you going to pursue Xiao Rongyu?

How can it be!

Wang Zibo was taken aback: I also speak ill of her behind my back, and I dare not raise my head in front of her.

This kid was somewhat self-aware and dared to admit it. Chen Hansheng smiled and put his arms around his neck, just like he did 17 years ago.

Then stop talking nonsense, go to Shuangqiao Square another day, and treat you to the newly opened McDonald's.

Why don't you go tonight?

Wang Zibo asked, McDonald's is still a rare thing in Hong Kong City.

Not tonight.

Chen Hansheng directly refused: I want to have dinner with my parents.

Wang Zibo was stunned for a moment: Don't you always think they are long-winded?

You do not understand.

Chen Hansheng didn't explain much, and waved goodbye directly: I'm going home.

Looking at the backs of his friends under the dim street lights, Wang Zibo inexplicably felt that there seemed to be many stories.

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