In the magnificent private room of Jianye International Hotel, a group of well-dressed men and women were drinking and drinking.
"Mr. Chen, please take care of our business in the future."
"Mr. Chen, I'll toast you another glass. Please do as you please. I'll drink it."
"Mr. Chen, I wish you a prosperous future."
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The protagonist at the table was Chen Hansheng. Basically, toasting or flattery was always related to him.
"I don't know which woman is so lucky to marry a man like Mr. Chen."
A woman with a flushed face picked up the wine glass and said delicately.
Thirty-five-year-old Chen Hansheng was at the peak of a man's energy, experience, and ability. His social status gave him a free-spirited mentality. Coupled with his good conversation, it was common for him to attract women's attention.
"Miss Zhang, you don't know yet, Mr. Chen is still unmarried. He is a real bachelor." Someone immediately sang along.
"That must be because Mr. Chen has too high standards and doesn't look down on us vulgar women."
The woman replied with a smile, and then handed over a business card with both hands. Her eyes were about to drip with water, and she said softly: "Mr. Chen has a big business, but he also needs to find a balance between family and career."
Chen Hansheng politely took the business card, but the moment the two touched, he suddenly felt an itch in his palm. It turned out that Miss Zhang stretched out her index finger and gently slid it across the palm of his hand, and then stared at him affectionately.
Chen Hansheng smiled and sat down calmly.
After the social event, most people at the table were drunk. When the beautiful woman surnamed Zhang left, she looked at Chen Hansheng reluctantly.
Chen Hansheng understood and made a phone call gesture, and she smiled.
The subordinate came over and said, "Mr. Chen, I'll take you home."
"No need."
Chen Hansheng waved his hand: "I just bought a new house in the community opposite. I can drive back by myself. It's less than 100 meters."
After the subordinate left, Chen Hansheng slowly walked back to the Rover, leaned his head back on the leather seat, and his face showed deep fatigue.
Every time after socializing, in addition to the full stomach of wine, the mood is always inexplicably depressed, and even a kind of emptiness that is at a loss.
People in the rivers and lakes, they can't help themselves.
"Huh."
Chen Hansheng exhaled heavily. If you use money to evaluate happiness in a vulgar way, in fact, you are happier than most people, and you really shouldn't complain too much.
When turning on the car audio, fastening the seat belt and preparing to start, Chen Hansheng suddenly touched a hard object in his pocket. It turned out to be the business card of the beautiful Miss Zhang during the social event.
"Zhang Mingrong, a good name."
Chen Hansheng smiled, then flicked it lightly, and the exquisite business card slid across an arc in the night and fell to the ground, and then the Land Rover tires rolled over it mercilessly.
The fame and fortune of adults is always full of showmanship, and anyone who takes it seriously is a fool.
In the Land Rover, the melody of "Five Hundred Miles Away from Home" floated back and forth.
If you miss the train I'm on
If you cross my train
You will know that I am gone
You an hear the whistle blow
You can hear it roaring
A hundred miles
A hundred miles away
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The lyrics of this song are far from Chen Hansheng's current life, but the artistic conception deeply touched him. The frequent use of numbers and repetitions expresses the hardships of life.
Throughout history, people who left their hometowns to make a living are either rich or poor, but no matter whether they are rich or poor, the sorrow of separation in their hearts is forever indelible.
"I haven't seen my parents for a long time, why not go to see them tonight."
With this thought, under the influence of the aftereffects of foreign wine, Chen Hansheng subconsciously turned the steering wheel.
Suddenly, a dazzling white light shone in from the side, and with a loud "boom", Chen Hansheng knew nothing.
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"Hansheng, wake up quickly, the bus is about to arrive."
In a daze, Chen Hansheng was awakened by a voice. When he opened his eyes, he saw the dazzling sunlight and his head was stinging after drinking.
"Damn it, I must not drink so much next time."
Chen Hansheng frowned and cursed.
"Yesterday was the last class party in high school. Everyone drank a lot. Besides, it's okay for you to get drunk because you are frustrated in love."
The speaker was a boy about 17 or 18 years old, slightly fat and dark-skinned. He grinned again: "I have long advised you not to confess to Xiao Rongyu, but you insisted on trying it after the college entrance examination. What happened?"
"There are so many people who like her, and you are just a ghost who died in vain."
The black fat man said gloatingly. Seeing Chen Hansheng looking straight at him, he was still a little unhappy: "You get angry when I say a few bad things about Xiao Rongyu?"
"We grew up together as playmates. You and her have only been high school classmates for three years. I suggest that you treat what happened last night as a memory and let it go with the wind."
Seeing that he was going to keep nagging, Chen Hansheng couldn't help interrupting: "Who are you?"
"Me!?"
The young man's face was surprised at first, then turned into anger. When the bus arrived at the station, he pulled Chen Hansheng, who was walking unsteadily, off the bus and said loudly: "Love breakup is not amnesia. I am your good brother Wang Zibo. Have you forgotten that your name is Chen Hansheng!"
"Wang Zibo?"
Chen Hansheng does have a good friend named Wang Zibo, but he is not in the country at the moment.
"Isn't Wang Zibo in Iraq?"
"Damn Chen Hansheng, are you cursing me to die soon?"
This time Chen Hansheng didn't speak, because he was staring at the reflective glass on the bus stop in a daze. The reflection on it was also a teenager, familiar but unfamiliar, with a little furry beard on his mouth.
The sky was blue and cloudless, the road was still muddy, and the flying dust was clearly visible in the sun. The barber shop speakers on the side of the road were playing the tweeters wantonly.
"I'll watch the meteor shower fall on this earth with you, and let your tears fall on my shoulders..."
Combined with the scene in front of him, plus the songs playing in the streets and alleys, Chen Hansheng suddenly felt a little dizzy. This clichéd plot finally happened to him. Suddenly, his stomach was churning again, and Chen Hansheng couldn't help but walk to the side of the road and vomited.
Wang Zibo didn't despise him, and came over to pat his back and comforted him: "It will be fine after vomiting."
After vomiting out all the food in his stomach, Chen Hansheng gradually became conscious, 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 school to get the admission letter."
Now Wang Zibo is no longer strange. He treats the strangeness of being a friend from the confession that started but never ended last night.
After saying this, Chen Hansheng really remembered that he and Wang Zibo went to school to get the admission letter. He was an ordinary second-tier university, while Wang Zibo was a first-tier university.
This year is not 2019, it is 2002.