In the splendid box of Jianye International Hotel, a group of well-dressed men and women pushed glasses and changed glasses, and their faces were red and their ears were red.

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

"Mr. Chen, I'll toast you again, you are free, I will do it. ”

"Mr. Chen, I wish you a prosperous future with abundant financial resources. ”

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The protagonist at the wine table is called Chen Hansheng, and basically toasting or flattering always has something to do with him.

"I don't know which woman is so lucky to be able to marry a man like Mr. Chen. ”

A red-faced woman picked up her wine glass and said delicately.

Thirty-five-year-old Chen Hansheng is at the peak of a man's energy, experience, and ability, and his social status gives him a relaxed mentality, coupled with good conversation, it is common to attract women's attention.

"Miss Zhang doesn't know yet, Mr. Chen is still not married, he is the real diamond king. Immediately someone sang and harmonized.

"It must be that Mr. Chen's vision is too high, and he can't look down on us rouge fans. ”

The woman replied with a smile, then handed over a business card with both hands, and said softly between her eyes: "Mr. Chen's business is very big, but he also has 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 in the palm of her hand, and then stared at herself with affection.

Chen Hansheng smiled and sat down quietly.

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

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

The subordinate came over and said, "Mr. Chen, I'll send you back." ”

"No, I don't. ”

Chen Hansheng waved his hand: "I bought a new house in the opposite community, and I can drive it back by myself, which is less than 100 meters." ”

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

After every party, in addition to the stomach full of wine, the mood is always inexplicably depressed, and there is even a kind of emptiness that I don't know what to do.

People are in the rivers and lakes, and they can't help themselves.

"Whew. ”

Chen Hansheng exhaled heavily, if you vulgarly use money to evaluate happiness, in fact, you are already happier than most people, and you really shouldn't complain more.

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

"Zhang Mingrong, the name is not bad. ”

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

Adult Vanity Fair is always indispensable for playing on the spot, and whoever takes it seriously is a fool.

In the Land Rover, the melody of "500 Miles from Home" wafts back and forth.

If you miss the train I'm on

If you intersect with my train

You will know that I am gone

You will know that I am far away

You can hear the whistle blow

You can hear it roaring

A hundred miles

Leave a hundred miles

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The lyrics of this song are far from Chen Hansheng's current life, but the artistic conception deeply infects him, and he frequently uses numeral words and repetition to express the hardships of life.

In ancient and modern times, people who have left their hometowns to seek a living, some are rich, and some are poor, but whether they are rich or poor, the sorrow in their hearts is forever indelible.

"It's been a long time since I've seen my father and mother, so why don't I go and see them overnight. ”

Thinking about it this way, under the effect of foreign wine, Chen Hansheng actually subconsciously turned the steering wheel.

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

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"Hansheng, wake up, the bus is about to arrive. ”

In a daze, Chen Hansheng was woken up by a voice, his eyes were dazzling sunshine, and his head was stinging after drinking.

"Damn, I can't drink so much next time. ”

Chen Hansheng frowned and scolded.

"Yesterday was the last class party in high school, and everyone drank a lot, so it's okay if you're frustrated and drunk. ”

The one who spoke was a young man of about 17 or 18 years old, slightly chubby and dark-skinned, and he grinned again: "I have long advised you not to confess to Xiao Rongyu, you have to try it at the end of the college entrance examination, what is the result?"

"Like her so much, you're a dead ghost. ”

After the black fat man gloated, he was still a little unhappy when he saw Chen Hansheng's eyes looking straight at him: "Say two bad things about Xiao Rongyu, and you will be angry?"

"We've grown up together, and you've been high school classmates with her for three years, so I suggest treating last night's events as a memory and letting it drift away in the wind. ”

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

"Me!?"

The young man's face was first surprised, and then turned into anger, after the car arrived at the station, he pulled up Chen Hansheng, who was vain in his steps, and got out of the car, and said loudly: "Lost love is not amnesia, I am your good brother Wang Zibo, will you forget that your name is Chen Hansheng!"

"Wang Zibo?"

Chen Hansheng does have a good friend named Wang Zibo, but he is not in China at present.

"Isn't Wang Zibo in Iraq?"

"Chen Hansheng of the dog day, now that Iraq is in such chaos, the Yankees are preparing to fight Saddam, are you cursing me to die early?"

This time, Chen Hansheng stopped talking, because he was staring at the reflective glass on the bus stop in a daze, and the reflection on it was also a teenager, familiar but unfamiliar, with a little shaggy beard on his mouth.

The sky was blue and cloudless, the road was still dirty, the dust was clearly visible in the sunlight, and the barbershop horn on the side of the road played the tweeter uncontrollably.

"Accompany you to watch the meteor shower fall on this earth, and let your tears fall on my shoulder······"

Combined with the scene in front of him, coupled with the songs played on the streets and alleys, Chen Hansheng's head suddenly felt a little dizzy, this cliché finally happened to him, and suddenly there was a surge in his stomach, Chen Hansheng couldn't help but walk to the side of the road and vomit.

Wang Zibo didn't dislike it, he walked over and patted his back and comforted: "It's good to vomit." ”

After vomiting all the things in his stomach, Chen Hansheng gradually became conscious, and Wang Zibo's current image finally gradually overlapped with his memory.

"Where are we going now?" Chen Hansheng raised his head with difficulty.

"Go to the school and get the admission letter. ”

Now Wang Zibo is no longer strange, the strangeness of him being a friend comes from the confession last night.

In this way, Chen Hansheng really remembered that he went to school with Wang Zibo to get the admission letter, he was an ordinary two, and Wang Zibo was one.

The year is not 2019 either, it is 2002.

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