I Really Didn’t Want to be Born Again

The street is still the same street, the building is the same building, and even the broken street lights have not changed. Chen Hansheng is standing at the door of his house. He originally wanted to knock on the door gently, but when he raised his hand, there was a dong dong sound. Li couldn't help shouting: Mom, I'm back.

Crackling.

The wooden door inside was opened first, and a middle-aged woman in her forties appeared in Chen Hansheng's line of sight. She opened the door and reprimanded rudely: What are you making a noise about, the whole building can hear your voice, you are such an adult, go out No keys.

It's still a familiar recipe, and it's still a familiar taste. Chen Hansheng thought to himself.

The environment has a memory function. For example, at night when there is thunder, the staff on duty in the Forbidden City often see maids walking on the painted red walls. It is said that this is because when there was thunder in the past, the magnetic field memorized the previous pictures and stored them on the wall.

Chen Hansheng was still a little nervous at first, but when his mother Liang Meijuan opened her mouth, she suddenly brought him back to the memory of 17 years ago, and the way of getting along has hardly changed.

Entering the house with his old lady's staring eyes, Chen Hansheng didn't feel anything, but felt that the living room was too stuffy. He flipped through the sofa to find the remote control: It's so hot and I don't know how to turn on the air conditioner. Where's my dad?

Liang Meijuan took out the iced watermelon from the refrigerator, and said, I knew to turn on the air conditioner as soon as I came back. Your dad hasn't got off work yet.

Seeing the ice watermelon, Chen Hansheng smiled hehe and said, My mother still loves me.

There's only one mouth left.

Liang Meijuan looked at her son who was alive and well, and she was actually quite satisfied, but her tone was still pretending to be strict: Where's the admission notice?

Chen Hansheng casually threw the envelope containing the admission notice on the dinner table: Here.

Die!

Liang Meijuan quickly picked it up and made sure that there was no watermelon juice on the envelope, and then she hit Chen Hansheng with a spatula: Little brat, do you still want to go to college?

Liang Meijuan carefully took out the admission notice, and looked at the words on the big red cover, Student Chen Hansheng is hereby admitted to study in the 'Public Administration Major'. Please use this notice to come to our school to report on September 1, 2002. She smiled even more .

Although domestic universities began to expand their enrollment in 1999, the current influence is not so far-reaching, and the value and reputation of college students can still be maintained for a while.

In particular, Liang Meijuan's natal nephew did not pass the college entrance examination. Although her son is not very obedient, he is still very proud of himself in his studies.

Although it is only the second book, you can still take the postgraduate entrance examination in the future.

Liang Meijuan was thinking in her heart that Chen Hansheng gobbled up half a watermelon, patted his belly and went to the bathroom to take a shower. Liang Meijuan finally realized: Let the water boil for 10 minutes first, or you will catch a cold.

Now there is still a solar water heater at home, and it has to be heated for a while before taking a bath. Chen Hansheng didn't listen, picked up his clothes and walked in: It's such a hot day, of course it's comfortable to take a cold shower.

Brat!

Liang Meijuan couldn't persuade her, so she could only let Chen Hansheng go. She turned her head and looked at the admission notice again, feeling a sudden sense of relief in her heart.

It takes a lot to support a child until he goes to college, both financially and spiritually.

In another four years, Lao Chen and I will be able to relax, and then help take care of our grandchildren, and we won't do anything else in this life.

This is the small day that Liang Meijuan, a middle-aged woman in Hong Kong, is looking forward to.

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Chen Hansheng quickly took a cold shower, and then stared blankly at himself in the mirror. He was young, healthy, and full of vitality. If he covered his eyes, he was an 18-year-old face.

Let go of your eyes, and you can always find the depth in it that doesn't belong to this age.

Chen Hansheng suddenly stretched out his finger, poked heavily on the mirror and said, Since I have sent Lao Tzu back, I must do something,

Although I will not be short of money for normal development, but so much is boring!

At this time, Chen Hansheng heard the sound of the iron door and the voices in the living room. He restrained his serious expression, put on a loose home shirt and underpants, walked out carelessly and shouted: Old Chen is back!

In the living room stood a tall and straight middle-aged handsome guy. Chen Hansheng was about six points like him in appearance.

This is Chen Hansheng's father, Chen Zhaojun, but the characters of the two are very different.

Chen Zhaojun doesn't talk much, and Liang Meijuan often says that he can't say a fart for a long time, but this son has an active mind and doesn't care much about the rules.

So even if his only son greeted him, Chen Zhaojun only said a faint hmm, but noticed that Chen Hansheng had just taken a shower and there were still drops of water on his back, so Chen Zhaojun walked over silently and turned up the temperature of the air conditioner in the living room.

Before Chen Hansheng could talk to the old man, Liang Meijuan took out Chen Hansheng's changed pants, took out a pack of cigarettes, and put it on the table with a snap: Okay, Chen Hansheng, have you learned to smoke secretly?

This is the Red Jinling that Chen Hansheng captured from the homeroom teacher Lao Xu. He forgot to hide it just now, but it was found by Liang Meijuan.

Chen Hansheng's expression didn't change much: Old Xu forced it to me. He said that I didn't perform well in the college entrance examination this time. Give me a pack of cigarettes to comfort me.

fart!

Liang Meijuan didn't believe it at all: There is no class teacher who gives cigarettes to students, Chen Zhaojun, you still don't care about your son.

Chen Zhaojun didn't want to get involved in the war between the mother and son at all, and was planning to sneak into the bedroom, but Liang Meijuan didn't let him go at all.

Lao Chen glanced at his indifferent son and his angry wife, and finally decided to stand by his wife.

It's too early to smoke now. Even if you consider the needs of communication, at least you have to wait until you officially go to college. I will put away this pack of cigarettes first.

As Chen Zhaojun said, he put the cigarette in his pocket. Chen Hansheng thought that after going around, it would be cheaper for Lao Chen in the end, but he felt embarrassed that he didn't have anything in his hand when he came back from time travel.

Forget it, this pack of cigarettes will be a meeting gift!

Chen Hansheng thought generously, and then the family began to eat. Liang Meijuan discussed with Chen Zhaojun while eating: You remember to ask for a good leave. Then we will send Hansheng to college together.

Chen Zhaojun nodded, and Chen Hansheng shook his head.

I'll just report it myself, and you can do whatever you want.

Liang Meijuan stared at her: It's a few hundred kilometers, and there are still thousands of dollars in tuition.

I'm holding it too. Chen Hansheng said.

In the past, Chen Hansheng didn't ask his parents to send them to report, and now he doesn't do it anymore. However, in 2002, when he went to college, he basically paid in cash. Back then, he was very nervous when he took a bus with thousands of dollars.

in addition.

Chen Hansheng paused and said, If it weren't for the fact that our family's conditions are not suitable for applying for student loans, and I don't bother to use fake materials to take advantage of the country, I would like to apply for student loans.

gab!

Liang Meijuan put down her chopsticks and said, Although our family is not rich, it is no problem for you to go to college. Don't play tricks on my old lady. Learn something honestly.

Liang Meijuan still knows her son very well, she has too many thoughts and is out of control.

Chen Hansheng didn't listen at all: Anyway, I've made up my mind. Except for the first semester, I won't ask you for tuition and living expenses in the future. I will find a way to make money myself!

you dare!

Liang Meijuan raised her brows upside down.

Why don't you dare!

Chen Hansheng answered with a stiff neck.

Chen Zhaojun, come and make an evaluation!

It is still the old rule that whenever there is a disagreement between the mother and the child, Lao Chen will be the referee, and this habit has continued to the future.

Chen Zhaojun thought about it seriously, and said slowly: Han Sheng is a man, and he should have the idea of ​​making a breakthrough, but he should not be left behind in his studies.

Seeing that Chen Zhaojun also supported Chen Hansheng, Liang Meijuan was not happy: This child was so good when he was young. Later, you said that boys need to cultivate independent character, tenacity, and sense of responsibility. You always support him in completing some strange ideas, so At the end of the training, my mother didn't listen to her words.

However, the family democratically voted 2 to 1, which means that Chen Hansheng's proposal of reporting alone and working to make money was formally passed. Liang Meijuan was still unhappy when she was resting at night.

Chen Zhaojun comforted his wife: Han Sheng may not be the best at studying, but you should pay attention to observation. His hands-on ability and emotional intelligence are better than many of his peers. This will be more obvious when he enters the society.

In his previous life, Chen Hansheng started his own business right after graduating from university. He failed repeatedly and failed again and again, and finally succeeded. The resilience and communication skills in this actually have a lot to do with Lao Chen's deliberate cultivation.

You little bastard, you've become sensible before you know it.

Liang Meijuan muttered to herself.

Old Chen chuckled: My family has a son who has just grown up.

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