I really don’t want to be reborn-1. Drink and don’t drive.

In the splendid private room of Jianye International Hotel, a group of well-dressed men and women exchanged glasses and drank with red faces.

"Mr. Chen, please take care of your future business."

"Mr. Chen, let me toast you again. You can do whatever you want. I'll do it."

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

The main character at the wine table is Chen Hansheng, and basically any toast or flattery has something to do with him.

"I don't know any woman who is so lucky to marry a man like Mr. Chen."

A woman with a blushing face picked up the wine glass and said coquettishly.

Thirty-five-year-old Chen Hansheng is at the peak of his energy, experience, and ability as a man. His social status gives him a free-spirited mentality. Coupled with his good conversation, it is common for him to attract the attention of women.

"You don't know, Miss Zhang, that Mr. Chen is not married yet, but he is a real diamond king." Someone immediately started singing along.

"Then Mr. Chen must have too high a vision and look down on us rouge fans."

The woman replied with a smile, and then handed over a business card with both hands. Her eyes were watering as she said softly, "Mr. Chen's business is very big, 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 itchy in the palm of his hand. It turned out that Miss Zhang stretched out her index finger and gently slid it on the palm of his hand, and then stared at him lovingly.

Chen Hansheng smiled casually and sat down calmly.

After the entertainment, most of the people at the wine table were drunk. When the beautiful woman named Zhang left, she reluctantly glanced at Chen Hansheng.

Chen Hansheng understood and made a gesture of making a phone call, and then she smiled happily.

The subordinate came over and said, "Mr. Chen, I will take you back."

"Need not."

Chen Hansheng waved his hand: "I bought a new house in the opposite community. I can just drive back. It's less than 100 meters away."

After his subordinates left, Chen Hansheng slowly walked back to the Land Rover, leaning back on the leather seat with deep tiredness on his face.

After every social gathering, besides having a stomach full of drinks, my mood is always inexplicably depressed, and there is even a feeling of emptiness that I don’t know what to do with.

People in the arena involuntarily.

"call."

Chen Hansheng exhaled heavily. If he used money to evaluate happiness in a vulgar way, he was actually happier than most people. He really shouldn't complain too much.

When he turned on the car stereo, fastened his seat belt and was about to start the car, Chen Hansheng suddenly touched a hard object in his pocket. It turned out to be the business card of the beautiful Ms. Zhang at the party.

"Zhang Mingrong, your name is not bad."

Chen Hansheng smiled, then flicked it, and the delicate business card slid through an arc in the night and fell to the ground, and then the Land Rover tires crushed it mercilessly.

The vanity fair for adults is always about playing tricks, and whoever takes it seriously is a fool.

In the Land Rover, the melody five hundred miles away from home floated back and forth.

If you miss the train I'm on

If you cross my train

You wi know that I am gone

You will know that I have gone far away

You can hear the whiskey bow

You can hear it roaring

A hundred mies

A hundred miles away

The lyrics of this song are far from Chen Hansheng's current life, but the artistic conception deeply affected him. The frequent use of numerals and repetitions expresses the hardships of life's journey.

At all times and in all over the world, people who have left their hometowns to seek a living are either rich or poor. However, no matter whether they are rich or poor, the sorrow of separation in their hearts is always indelible.

"I haven't seen my parents for a long time, why not go see them overnight."

Thinking of this, Chen Hansheng turned the steering wheel subconsciously under the influence of the foreign wine.

Suddenly, a burst of dazzling white light shone from the side, and there was a loud "bang", and Chen Hansheng didn't know anything.

"Han Sheng, wake up quickly, the bus is about to arrive."

In a daze, Chen Hansheng was woken up by a voice. When he opened his eyes, he saw the dazzling sunshine, and his head felt the stinging pain after drinking.

"Damn it, I won't 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 doesn't matter if you were frustrated in love and got drunk."

The speaker was a 17- or 18-year-old boy with a slightly chubby figure and dark complexion. He grinned again: "I have long advised you not to confess your feelings to Xiao Rongyu. You must try it while the college entrance examination is over. As a result, How about it?"

"If you like her so much, you are just a deadbeat."

The fat black man finished speaking with gloating, and when he saw Chen Hansheng looking directly at him, he was still a little unhappy: "You said a few bad words about Xiao Rongyu and you got angry?"

"We are playmates who grew up together. You and she have only been high school classmates for three years. I suggest you treat what happened last night as a memory and let it drift away in the wind."

Seeing that he was about to continue nagging, Chen Hansheng couldn't help but interrupt: "Who are you?"

"I!?"

The young man's face was surprised at first, and then turned into anger. After the bus arrived at the stop, he pulled Chen Hansheng, who was walking sloppily, out of the bus, and said loudly: "Broken love does not mean amnesia. I am your good brother Wang Zibo, will you? I forgot that my name is Chen Hansheng!"

"Wang Zibo?"

Chen Hansheng does have a good friend named Wang Zibo, but he is currently out of the country.

"Isn't Wang Zibo in Iraq?"

"You damn Chen Hansheng, Iraq is in such chaos right now, and the Americans are preparing to attack Saddam, are you cursing me to die early?"

Chen Hansheng didn't speak this time, because he was staring blankly at the reflective glass on the bus stop. The person reflected 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 dirt, and the flying dust was clearly visible in the sunshine. The loudspeaker of the barber shop on the roadside played loudly.

"I will 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 playing in the streets, Chen Hansheng's head suddenly felt a little dizzy. This cliché scene finally happened to him. Suddenly, his stomach was churning again, and Chen Hansheng couldn't help but walk to the roadside. Vomited.

Wang Zibo didn't mind it either. He came over and patted his back to comfort him: "It'll be fine after you vomit."

After vomiting out all the contents 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 and get the admission notice."

Now it's no longer strange for Wang Zibo. The strangeness of him being a good friend comes from the confession that had no beginning and no end last night.

Saying this, Chen Hansheng really remembered that he and Wang Zibo went to school to get the admission notice. He had two ordinary letters and Wang Zibo had one.

This year is not 2019, it is 2002.