In the best of times, in fact, there is a shadow of each of us. Because there is no way to erase such a thing as memories, all we can do is to slowly accumulate memories and let new memories bury old memories. Let the years bring us to the table of life and death, and treat ourselves as a bet.

Zhao Fusheng couldn't remember how much wine they drank at the end that day, because in the end, the owner of the restaurant came up and said that there was no more wine.

Fortunately, before losing his memory, Zhao Fusheng remembered to pay the bill.

Everyone was drunk, including Zhao Fusheng, in a trance, he seemed to be in the past life and this life, there were many people around him, a lot of dishes on the table, and a lot of wine spilled in the cup.

That's the proudest of us, that's the most romantic of us, that's the most unscrupulous of us.

That was his proudest youth.

Around, there are best friends, and the circulation of annual rings.

When night falls, those long waits, watches, longings, and loneliness will become unhesitating, and they are worth cherishing for everyone.

There have been people who have burst into tears because they look up to happiness, and they will eventually burst into tears because of happiness.

"One day, I, Tan Kaixuan, will become famous all over the world!"

"One day, I Wenyu is going to soar!"

"One day, I, Wang Zhen, will get ahead!"

"One day, I, Zhao Fusheng, will become the richest man in the world. ”

Four young men held each other's arms, shouting at the sky as they walked.

The moonlight shone on them, stretching the shadows long, fading away, and finally disappearing..................

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Writing something that can be said clearly in one sentence into a poem is called selling. Writing an article is called bullying paper, writing a book is called looking for death, and not saying a word is called smiling.

I don't know how long time has passed, Zhao Fusheng only opened his eyes half-asleep, and after his eyes were focused clearly on the ceiling of the dormitory, he only woke up within at least two or three seconds.

"I drank too much yesterday!"

Such a thought flashed through Zhao Fusheng's mind, and then the whole person felt that he was about to die of a headache.

There was a strong smell of alcohol in the air, as well as a sour smell, and when he raised his head, Zhao Fusheng found that he didn't know which bastard's socks were on the side of his pillow, and he actually threw them there.

Picking up the sock with two fingers and holding his breath, Zhao Fusheng casually threw it in the direction of the door, as for whether the owner of the sock would protest to himself when he woke up, it was not within his consideration at all.

Zhao Fusheng, who had a splitting headache, was now dizzy, his brain was blank, and he even felt that he didn't even have the strength to sit up.

casually went to the bedside to touch the mobile phone to check the time, for him who doesn't like to wear watches, this is already a habit, but his fingers groped by the bed several times, but he didn't catch what he expected.

Zhao Fusheng, who was a little dumbfounded, finally came to his senses and sat up, but found that he was not wearing anything on his upper body at all, and the same was true inside, and more importantly, Zhao Fusheng found that his clothes were actually thrown on the ground next to the bed.

Not only that, but the floor of the entire dormitory was full of clothes and pants.

Fortunately, before going out yesterday, Wen Yu and Tan Kaixuan cleaned up, and it was said that some school leaders would come to inspect the dormitory of the college next week, so they simply cleaned up in advance, otherwise according to the previous health situation, Zhao Fusheng estimated that his clothes could be thrown away directly.

"Fortunately, it seems that after drinking too much, I went back to the dormitory. Zhao Fusheng happily thought that since he was back, he shouldn't have done anything like applauding love after getting drunk.

Sometimes, people's emotions really need to be released after being suppressed for a long time.

looked left and right, the roommates were still asleep, Zhao Fusheng shook his head, got up and dressed, took his toothbrush to the water room to wash, and when he came back, these guys still didn't mean to get up.

Throwing several people's clothes on the bed, Zhao Fusheng walked out of the dormitory.

Good weather for walking.

Today is the weekend, there are a lot of people on campus, groups of three or five, in pairs, Zhao Fusheng did not go to the cafeteria, but went to a steamed bun shop, asked for three steamed buns, ordered a bowl of porridge, and sat there eating breakfast slowly.

He enjoys this kind of life very much, at least, he doesn't have to work hard to make a living like he did in his previous life.

What is the saddest part of poverty, that is, I always feel that there is nothing I can do but carry it with my life, because my life is cheaper than paper.

It is said that when people reach middle age, sometimes they are really tired, and they can't wait to fall asleep, because when you open your eyes, you are firewood, rice, oil and salt, a father, a son, and a husband, but not yourself.

The moment I opened my eyes, my true self could only be put in a dream, even if I was crying and lying on my stomach, I could only play the identity that was expected to be placed.

"It's okay, there's still a chance. Zhao Fusheng raised his head, looked at the clear blue sky, and said to himself.

"Ringing ringing!"

The phone rang for a while, lowered his head, and glanced at the unfamiliar number, Zhao Fusheng frowned, there should be no tricks of telecom fraud these years, not a familiar person, he definitely doesn't know his number.

"Hello, I'm Zhao Fusheng. Pressing the connect button, Zhao Fusheng said politely.

"I know you're Zhao Fusheng. ”

On the phone, Fan Baobao's angry voice rang: "Sobered up?"

"Huh?"

With only three words, Fan Baobao successfully made Zhao Fusheng's body quickly enter a state of combat readiness from a completely relaxed state: "What's going on?"

Asking these four words in his mouth, Zhao Fusheng was frantically recalling in his mind what he did after he got drunk last night.

Listening to Fan Baobao's posture, it seems that he called her last night.

"What's going on, I called me in the middle of the night and said a lot of messy things, I still want to ask you, what's going on?" Fan Baobao snorted and said to Zhao Fusheng: "Come on, come on, you explain to me, what do you mean I must not be unspoken by others? What do you mean to wait for you to make money to film me in the future?"

"Ahem......" Zhao Fusheng had a dry cough, and his whole face turned red, he never thought that he would do such a thing after drinking too much.

You must know that these words are all things that he thought about when he occasionally thought of Fan Baobao in his previous life, but now, he actually said them all when he was drunk.

After hesitating for a moment, Zhao Fusheng asked cautiously: "That, I didn't say anything else, did I?"

"Nothing else, let me tell you, don't call me if you drink too much in the future, do you hear?" Fan Baobao finished speaking, and hung up the phone with a snap.

But Zhao Fusheng always felt that this girl seemed to be a little weak-hearted.