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The surroundings were very noisy, heavy metal music, the sound of howling ghosts and wolves, and the undisguised insolent laughter of men and the noise of women screaming and laughing.

When Zhan Zishu opened his eyes again, what he was facing was a face with white paint, bright red lips, and false eyelashes thicker than a brush. Under the dim light, Zhan Zishu almost thought he had seen a ghost up.

"Yah~ Third Young Master is awake!" the female ghost shouted.

It was an indescribable scream, which made Zhan Zishu feel dizzy with a headache. Before he could figure out what was going on, he heard another burst of laughter.

A few men's voices came: "Hey, third young master, you can't drink enough!"

"Ha, you're awake, Zimei is dying of anxiety!"

"Third Young Master, can you do it?"

"..."

Zhanzi stretched a bit, propped himself up, and found that he was half lying on the sofa, and his upper body was pillowed on the woman he almost thought was a ghost.

The woman supported Zhan Zishu and leaned over, with a "soft" voice that made people's hair stand on end: "Third Young Master, you finally woke up. Today, you ignore me..."

Zhan Zishu's whole body was stiff, he took a deep breath, pushed the woman away, stood up with a somewhat flamboyant footsteps, and then staggered towards the door at the other end of the familiar box.

Someone shouted, "Third Young Master, where are you going?"

The woman also chased after Zhan Zishu and wanted to pull him, and said anxiously, "Third Young Master, why are you..."

"Go away!"

Zhan Zishu's voice was hoarse and impatient.A group of men who were joking and laughing froze for a moment.Then, under the watchful eyes of everyone, Zhan Zishu entered the door, which was the bathroom in the private room, and the door was slammed shut.

During the gap, another burst of laughter came from outside the door.

"Did San Shao drink too much?"

"Haha, Zimei, don't worry, the third young master is also a human being, so there are three urgencies."

"..."

Rejecting the noise completely, Zhan Zishu breathlessly looked at the familiar yet unfamiliar person in the mirror, as if in a dream!

What exactly is going on?He... isn't he... supposed to be dead?That kind of darkness, that kind of pain, that kind of... unwillingness? !

However, there is no doubt that the person in the mirror is indeed him, but...something is not quite right.Because too young!Like... like when he was a teenager?How many years?ten years? 15 years?

The situation was so unbelievable that Zhan Zishu couldn't help reaching out and touching the mirror. The lips of the person in the mirror were almost bloodless, but his cheeks were a little red due to the alcohol.

Zhanzi suddenly opened the water valve, and the icy cold water rushed out, instantly cooling down his cheeks that were emitting heat.The faintly drowsy mind suddenly became clearer.

He stretched out his hands and stretched them in front of his eyes. There were thin calluses on the tiger's mouth and the bend of his index finger. This was the result of his tossing around with his grandfather in the army compound since he was a child, but these calluses had disappeared after many years. When he thought he was proud of the spring breeze and everything was going smoothly, he disappeared unknowingly, and also forgot his grandfather's words.

He is left-handed, but his grandfather forced him to use his right hand at ordinary times. Only during training, he will work with both hands at the same time.Not many people know about this except his few instructors and his grandfather's guards.His grandfather once told him a lot, to practice more, not to get tired, and to remember to keep one hand at all times, that is, the way out...etc.

Zhan Zishu twitched the corner of his mouth mockingly, retreat?He really forgot!However, when it really comes to that time, there is no way out for anyone.Even his grandpa!What about height and weight?The result is still not... Zhan Zishu's heart suddenly contracted, the hands in front of him trembled violently, and the sharp pain began to spread from the heart...

Zhan Zishu had to hold on to the edge of the sink with both hands to prop himself up, breathing heavily, he could feel the beating of his heart, and even his own slightly rising body temperature.So, is he still alive now?He was back in his former body, still full of youth and vitality.Is he alive again?Did God feel his dissatisfaction?

Zhan Zishu laughed hoarsely, the louder he laughed, the severe pain in his heart seemed to be leaving him, just like at that time, he was just watching with his soul...

So... If, if all this is not a dream, then he will never let himself into that kind of situation again, and he will never trust anyone again.He will no longer leave the so-called back road for himself, the back road is the reason for the weak to find for their own failures, and he will never give himself a chance to fail!

There was a "buzzing" sound from his pocket, Zhan Zishu came back to his senses abruptly, and took out his cell phone from his trouser pocket.He froze for a moment, this was his second mobile phone, Nokia, the latest model at that time, it was also unbelievably expensive, and everyone around him was envious.However, for Zhan Zishu, this phone didn't even cost him a penny. It should be said that since he had a mobile phone, he hadn't spent money on it. Instead, he used all kinds of new models at will.

Zhan Zishu, who was used to high-end mobile phones, frowned. The mobile phone system at this time was too different from the one he was familiar with. Zhan Zishu felt like he was using an antique.The display screen is pitifully small, with a faint green light, and the buttons are scumbags, but fortunately, there is a name displayed, which is Qi Datou.

Zhan Zishu quickly remembered this person.Qi Datou is a nickname, because he has a big head since he was a child, his real name is Qi Jun, and when he came out of the compound with him, he was still a child.In the beginning, everyone had a good relationship, and the family had a background. Later, his father was transferred to a province that was not rich. They kept in touch for several years. His father wanted to transfer back, but he still Because some things didn't work out, the relationship was a bit stiff, and naturally there were fewer contacts.After that incident, they never contacted at all, and I believe they dare not contact them.

Although Zhan Zishu couldn't remember exactly which stage he was in when he was young and frenzied, Qi Jun should be outside on this occasion, right?Zhan Zishu picked up the phone, and sure enough, before he could say anything, there was a lot of noise on the phone: "Third Young Master, did you fall in? If you don't come out again, Zimei belongs to me!"

Zhan Zishu tried his best to suppress his agitated emotions due to the current situation, tried his best to recall the tone he had when he was still a teenager, and cursed into the phone: "Stay here!" Immediately, he hung up Telephone.Then, his eyes focused on the year, month and day displayed on the phone screen.

1997. 9, 6

It turned out that he was back in 1997... Is this a fucking rebirth?

Zhan Zishu, who finally calmed down, couldn't explain how this unimaginable thing happened, but he barely accepted the reality, and he could even use surprise to describe his mood at the moment.Regardless of whether it is Nanke Yimeng or God's manifestation, as long as his consciousness is still there, as long as he is still breathing, isn't it considered alive?Doesn't living mean hope?Since even God is willing to give him another chance, he will never give up.

After gathering his composure, Zhan Zishu squeezed his phone heavily and pushed open the door.There were noisy voices and turbid smells in the private room, and the voice of laughter was set off again: "Third Young Master, what's the matter? Drink too much, are you soft?"

Zhan Zishu ignored him, the purple beauty wanted to come closer, but was pushed away by Zhan Zishu, he walked to the center of the private room, in front of him was a short table with several bottles of XO.According to age, no one in this box should drink alcohol, but what are they afraid of?At this time, they are not afraid of anything.

Zhan Zishu smiled silently, picked up a bottle of wine, opened the lid and threw it aside, then glanced at the men and women sitting in the box.The five men were not even men, at most they were teenagers. Most of them hugged each other, their faces were still a little green, but their movements were extremely sophisticated.As for the women, they wear heavy makeup and cannot tell their age in the dark. They are smiling, coquettish, trying to please, but there is no place for women in this kind of place.

Perhaps Zhan Zishu's actions were too eye-catching, or Zhan Zishu had always been the most concerned person in this group. The box gradually became quiet, and several teenagers all looked at him. Some people were drunk and noisy Ask: "Third Young Master, what are you doing?"

The women also calmed down. Zimei stood behind Zhan Zishu in a daze. She was pushed away twice tonight, which made her feel bad.

Zhan Zishu's voice was still hoarse, he held the bottle and said in a low voice, "If you don't finish drinking today, no one is allowed to go back."

The teenagers froze for a moment, there were several bottles of XO, more than one bottle per person.Usually they would order so much wine, and to put it bluntly, they were instigated by a few women.Young people, save face, and there is no such word as waste in the concept.Besides, everyone knows that it is impossible to drink them all.But today, what happened to San Shao?

"What? Are you scared?" Zhan Zishu raised his eyebrows.

The temper of the young man could not withstand provocation, he immediately laughed, cursed, and then pushed the woman beside him to pick up the wine bottle.

"Third Young Master, are you fucking interested today?"

"Don't underestimate people, isn't it just a bottle of wine?"

"..."

Zhan Zishu sneered, then lifted the bottle and poured it into his mouth.After a moment of silence in the box, there were exclamations, but these voices did not reach Zhan Zishu's ears.The only thing he can feel now is that the pungent smell of wine stimulates his taste buds, his tongue, throat, and stomach are all burning, and his chest is throbbing with pain.

But what is this pain?It's not as good as one ten-thousandth of that time!

Filled, choked, numb, too late to drink wine overflowed, dripping everywhere on the face, neck, chest, clothes, trousers...even the irritating liquid overflowed from the eyes.The surge of suffocation makes the heartbeat speed up irregularly, which is uncomfortable!Really uncomfortable!But Zhan Zishu laughed, because he felt that he was alive... really alive again!