The next morning, Chen hansheng woke up with a headache and found himself lying on the bed in the company dormitory.
He tried hard to recall what had happened last night. It seemed that when he was eating barbecue, he drank white wine and beer in order to get drunk. In the end, he fell asleep on the table while Wang Zibo was reminiscing about his youth.
"I really want to sleep and never wake up."
Chen hansheng glanced at the sunlight that seeped in through the gap in the curtains. After a long time, he finally got up.
Wang Zibo was watching TV outside. When he saw his childhood friend come out, he raised Chen hansheng's phone and said, " aunt Liang is looking for you. Ah LAN is also looking for you. She'll be here soon.
"Oh ..."
Chen hansheng responded absent-mindedly while staring at something strange in the living room.
It was a wooden shelf with a lot of candied Hawthorns on it. Chen hansheng did not know why this thing would appear in his house.
