I really don't want to be reborn

"I really don't want to be reborn" Author: Liu Anhua Youming

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Unexpectedly, Chen Hansheng, a social elite and diamond bachelor, was reborn and became a senior high school graduate when he woke up.

Chen Hansheng at the crossroads is also hesitating, the treasure girl Shen Youchu and Bai Yueguang Xiao Rongyu, who should I choose?

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Chapter 1

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 toast you again. You can do whatever you want. I'll do it."

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

......

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.

The 35-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 am 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

......

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 have left their hometowns to seek a living, some are rich and some are poor, but no matter 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.

......

"Xiao Chen, 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, 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, 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 played in the streets and alleys, Chen Hansheng suddenly became a little dizzy. 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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Chapter 2 Who Are You?

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 17 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. 1000 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 [-] 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 teacher's profession very much, but what should he care about his high school classmates? how?

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, both tired after a hangover and confused after rebirth, sitting unkempt, with a cigarette in his mouth, if not 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. [-] 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.