I really don't want to be reborn

Xiao Hongwei took the initiative to help his daughter lie.

Lu Yuqing was a little surprised: "She rarely woke up so late before."

"It's a holiday, and it's normal to sleep a few more hours."

Xiao Hongwei pretended to be a little impatient, and Lu Yuqing didn't ask any further questions.

After a while, Xiao Hongwei casually said: "I remember you and Chen Zhaojun's wife are quite familiar."

"Liang Meijuan?"

Lu Yuqing said: "I used to be quite familiar with each other, but I haven't had much contact with them recently."

"Then make an appointment to have a meal when you have time, and you should hang out more with friends." Xiao Hongwei said while picking vegetables.

"Why, is Chen Zhaojun going to be promoted?"

Lu Yuqing, who was also in the system, immediately thought of this possibility.

Xiao Hongwei couldn't help but laugh: "We are all at this age and still want to promote something, just make an appointment to sit and sit."

Seeing that her husband was not telling the truth, Lu Yuqing stopped asking. Xiao Hongwei's work often involves the principle of confidentiality, and the family members are not allowed to ask more questions.

"Okay, I'll help Xiao Yu'er tie her hair. I'll make an appointment when I'm free."

After Lu Yuqing left the kitchen, Xiao Hongwei wiped the water stains on his hands and sighed: "We have almost reached the peak, now we need to make plans for our children."

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A similar scene happened in Chen Hansheng's house, but the atmosphere was completely different.

"Why is my life so hard? I haven't had a good day after marrying into the Chen family. It's so easy to hope that my son will grow up, but he turned out to be a heartless bastard."

Chen Hansheng was going back to school before the holiday was over, and Liang Meijuan nagged beside him if he couldn't persuade him.

"I'm the class monitor now. Time doesn't belong to me. It belongs to all the students in the second class of public management. Mom, I can't help myself."

Chen Hansheng was talking nonsense while packing his luggage.

"Bah, I really don't know why the head teacher chose you as the head of the class."

Liang Meijuan knew her son, and when he didn't want to tell the truth, his words could run the gamut.

Chen Hansheng always packed his luggage by himself, and Chen Zhaojun and Liang Meijuan would not intervene. This is a habit formed over the years, but seeing two Hong Kong specialty phoenix geese in the package, Liang Meijuan asked, "Bring it to the students in the dormitory?"

"No, it's for the head teacher." Chen Hansheng said.

This time I specially brought home souvenirs for Guo Zhongyun, firstly to thank him for helping to quell the storm of beating people last time, and secondly to continue to maintain my personal relationship with him.

Chen Hansheng couldn't even give Guo Zhongyun a dime of red envelopes, let alone whether he would accept it or not. Once money was involved, this relatively simple teacher-student relationship would immediately deteriorate.

Before leaving, Liang Meijuan took out another 1000 yuan for Chen Hansheng to take with her, but Chen Hansheng didn't want it at all: "I'm not short of money now."

"How much do you have for living expenses of the 2000 yuan you brought with you when you started school?"

Liang Meijuan is worried and must ask clearly.

"Half done."

Chen Hansheng spoke the truth.

Liang Meijuan froze for a moment: "It's only been a month, how do you use it?"

When Chen Hansheng was studying at home, the monthly living expenses of a family of three were only about 1000 yuan. Now that Chen Hansheng has gone to college, Liang Meijuan and Chen Zhaojun only need a few hundred yuan for daily expenses every month.

"Eat, drink, buy groceries, men always have to socialize." Chen Hansheng said indifferently.

"You don't even have a girlfriend, and you still socialize like others."

Liang Meijuan was almost laughed out of anger, but she was also a little strange: "Then why don't you want the 1000 yuan?"

"I earned another 2500 in other places, and there is always no shortage of money."

Chen Hansheng didn't want to explain too much, so he pushed open the door and said, "Old Chen, my mother, I'm leaving first, you all take care of yourself at home, quarrel when you have nothing to do, just don't fight."

Seeing Chen Hansheng's leaving back, Liang Meijuan suddenly felt a little lonely.

"Old Chen, are we getting old?"

"Why do you say that?"

"I feel that Han Sheng doesn't need us anymore, neither does he need money, and he doesn't talk about things. He has his own world."

Chen Zhaojun smiled, and gently put his arms around Fa's wife's shoulders: "This is not very good, and we can worry less in the future."

"That can't be done!"

Liang Meijuan suddenly turned her eyebrows upside down: "I still have to bring up a child for this little bastard. Do you have any colleagues and friends who have modest daughters, and let them get married as soon as they graduate from university."

"Maybe... yes."

Chen Zhaojun didn't know that Chen Hansheng and Xiao Rongyu had "broke up", and this delicate figure couldn't help but appear in his mind.

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Chapter 40

This time Chen Hansheng did not call Wang Zibo when he returned to Jianye. He took a long-distance bus for more than five hours alone and arrived at the school at 6 o'clock in the evening.

The sky was gloomy, and it was raining lightly. Although it was not heavy, it was sticky and uncomfortable.

Chen Hansheng cursed in his heart, Jianye is like this, when it rains, the historical atmosphere of the ancient capital of the Six Dynasties fills the air, it can't be grasped or seen, but it can always be felt.

When you are in a good mood, you can write a poem; when you are in a bad mood, you can only add more loneliness.

Chen Hansheng ran towards the dormitory against the light rain, but when he passed the library, he suddenly saw a familiar figure and shouted: "Stop!"

Shen Youchu had just finished her part-time job in the library. After a day, her arms were sore from placing books. She was about to go to the cafeteria to eat and then go back to the dormitory to review her homework, when she suddenly heard a fierce voice.

It seems to be a man, and a little familiar.

Shen Youchu turned her head cautiously, and saw Chen Hansheng standing behind her, she was so scared that she almost threw the umbrella away.

"I won't eat you again, why do you have such an expression?"

Looking at Shen Youchu with a defensive face, Chen Hansheng became even more unhappy.

"No, no."

Shen Youchu didn't dare to face Chen Hansheng directly, so she turned half her body.

Chen Hansheng snorted coldly, stared at Shen Youchu, and said suddenly: I don't want to eat alone at night, so you can accompany me. "

"what?"

Shen Youchu raised her head in panic, the experience of eating at the same table with Chen Hansheng last time was a nightmare for her.

"Why, don't you want to?"

Chen Hansheng's attitude was domineering and a bit harsh.

Shen Youchu didn't say a word, the eyes of the peach blossoms under the umbrella already had some wet marks, and her rosy lips were tightly pressed.

"Damn, I really want to take a deep breath, the taste must be very sweet."

With great difficulty, Chen Hansheng shifted his gaze away from Shen Youchu's mouth, and said solemnly: "We are classmates, we should help each other. I'm in a bad mood today. Why don't you treat me to dinner?"

Shen Youchu raised her head aggrievedly, wanted to say something but didn't dare to say it, hesitated for a while and finally said in a low voice: "Then, then what do you want to eat?"

Shen Youchu probably wanted to pay back the favor, because Chen Hansheng helped her pay the class fee, and she planned to pay back the money after the income from the part-time job came down.

But to Chen Hansheng, it doesn't matter. After all, they will be boyfriend and girlfriend in the future, so he suggested: "Recently, there is a new small hot pot in the second canteen, let's go and cook it."

"Oh, how much is that?"

This is what Shen Youchu is most concerned about.

"Mutton and shrimp together, about 50 yuan."

Chen Hansheng threw an "astronomical figure".

Shen Youchu froze for a moment, then said after a while, "I want to go back to the dormitory first, is that okay?"

Chen Hansheng thought she was going to change clothes, and Shen Youchu was still wearing the old and loose overalls from the library.

"Okay, go and come back quickly."

After a while, Shen Youchu trotted back, but he didn't hold an umbrella, his hair was covered with raindrops, and he didn't change his clothes.

"Where's your umbrella?" Chen Hansheng asked.

"My roommate is going to the Yiwu Commodity Center, so I lent her my umbrella."

Shen Youchu explained softly.

"Don't you use it yourself?"

Chen Hansheng didn't know what was wrong, but when he saw Shen Youchu like this, he was very angry, and his voice became louder unconsciously.

"I'm at school, it doesn't matter."

Shen Youchu was taken aback, and waved her little hand to explain.

"Come and support together."

Chen Hansheng put his face on and handed over the umbrella.

Shen Youchu pretended not to hear, and walked quickly in the light rain. It seemed that she would rather get wet than hold the same umbrella with the gangster Chen Hansheng.

"You walk so fast, I carry so much luggage, how can I keep up?"

Chen Hansheng shouted suddenly.

"Oh."

Shen Youchu slowed down obediently, and suddenly felt that there was no rain on his head, and Chen Hansheng had already turned his umbrella over.

She was about to go out, but was glared at by Chen Hansheng, so she could only walk under the umbrella with her body tied up.

There are very few students during the holidays, and the whole campus is wet. The air is mixed with the smell of green plants and soil. It is fresh and moist, quiet and cool. From time to time, couples with the same umbrella pass by, just like the current Chen Hansheng and Shen Youchu.

When he arrived at the second canteen, Chen Hansheng's depressed mood actually improved. If we use an inappropriate metaphor to describe it, the best way to forget a relationship is to start another relationship.

The two found a seat by the window and sat down. This was to make it easier for Chen Hansheng to smoke. When ordering food, Shen Youchu took out a dilapidated small wallet from his pocket, carefully took out the money in it, and even the coins were arranged in rows. a row.

This sumptuous school hot pot meal cost 53 yuan, almost emptied all of Shen Youchu's net worth, and that "worn little wallet" has become an "empty old little wallet".

"You just went back to the dormitory to get money?"

Chen Hansheng reacted and asked.

"Ah."

Shen Youchu replied in a low voice, then picked up the dinner plate and walked to the seat.

"Fool..."

Chen Hansheng was stunned for a moment, and said to himself.

Although the small hot pot in the Second Canteen is a new dish, it has always been very popular, especially in this weather, listening to the sound of drizzle on the window and watching the pieces of meat rolling in the boiling water is really a kind of enjoyment.

Chen Hansheng didn't eat much in the car at noon. He was already hungry, so he started eating with a bowl of rice, but he put down his chopsticks after a while.

"Aren't you hungry?" Chen Hansheng asked.

Shen Youchu didn't eat any meat, and she held 3 cents of white rice in her hand, and occasionally some green vegetables to rinse. There was already a pile of shrimp shells and bones in front of Chen Hansheng, and the sides of her bowl were still clean.

Shen Youchu shook his head and did not speak.

"It's really strange."

Chen Hansheng shook his head and picked up the chopsticks again, but suddenly a thought flashed in his head, and he stared at Shen Youchu with piercing eyes.

"You're waiting for me to eat before you eat yourself, aren't you?"

Shen Youchu was seen through her thoughts, she blushed and didn't respond, but she didn't even pick up the vegetables.

The rain kept falling, and it seemed to become a warm current rushing into Chen Hansheng's heart. Yesterday Xiao Rongyu brought him drinks all the way, and today Shen Youchu waited until he finished eating before moving his chopsticks.

Chen Hansheng sighed and asked: "This hot pot meal cost you living expenses, what will you do in the future?"

He had long thought about it, but he wanted to hear what Shen Youchu thought.

"I still have 100 fast to sew in my schoolbag, and I can also earn income by arranging bookshelves in the library. I can also work part-time in the cafeteria at night, so that the money for eating can also be saved."