Just when Zhao Fusheng thought that he had successfully persuaded Zheng Yao, he didn't expect Teacher Zheng to suddenly slap him on the shoulder.

"Smack!"

There was a crunch.

"Stinky boy, fool me or not, do you know what entrepreneurship is not entrepreneurship. Zheng Yao glanced at Zhao Fusheng angrily, his eyes flowed, and he was beautiful and moving.

Zhao Fusheng looked helpless, he couldn't tell her that he had seen too much of this kind of young man who wanted to do a big career when he patted his head in his previous life, but he ran into a young man with a broken head.

Thinking about it, he shrugged: "I just don't think it's that simple to do business." ”

"Okay, you don't have to worry about the teacher's business. Zheng Yao patted Zhao Fusheng on the shoulder: "Go back, I'll help you solve it over there, Professor Qin, don't make trouble in the future." ”

With that, she turned and left.

Zhao Fusheng sat there with deep eyes, but he didn't look back at Zheng Yao.

He realized that he was thinking things too simply.

Maybe I have more advanced ideas than others and know a lot of things that are coming, but the problem is that in the eyes of many people, as a sophomore, I don't have the ability to take responsibility.

To put it bluntly, even if you say something out of the blue, people may not listen to it.

The impression of being hairless and not doing things firmly is one thing, and more importantly, if there is no evidence, why should people believe you?

A person's life is actually like a practice, it is easy to be distorted by unreliable ideas, any idea that is not well thought out, if put into practice, may change a person's fate.

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When Zhao Fusheng returned to the dormitory, Wang Zhen and Wen Yu were not there, so they should have gone to play basketball. On the contrary, it was Tan Kaixuan, sitting there biting the pen and not knowing what he was pondering.

"What are you doing?" walked to Tan Kaixuan's side, Zhao Fusheng said coldly.

"Scared me to death!"

Tan Kaixuan was obviously taken aback, jumped up and glared at Zhao Fusheng: "Go aside, don't delay me to do business." ”

"What's going on?" Zhao Fusheng asked with a grin.

He probably already guessed what it was, Tan Kaixuan should be writing a love letter to his crush goddess Zhou Qing, Zhao Fusheng remembers it clearly, it was at this time in his last life that this guy wrote a nondescript love letter to Zhou Qing, but he was thrown away.

It is said that Zhou Qing later went abroad to marry a foreigner, and divorced due to domestic violence within a few years.

"Well, I want to write to Hu Xia. Tan Kaixuan said with a squirming expression, looking embarrassed.

But at that moment, Zhao Fusheng was stunned.

"Who?Hu Xia?"

"What's the matter, do you like her too?"

Tan Kaixuan was stunned and asked in surprise.

Zhao Fusheng felt as if something was burned in his chest, and there was darkness in front of him, like an endless night enveloping him, he turned his head and took out his address book, and the moment he opened the notebook, Zhao Fusheng's heart began to be entangled.

Zhou Qing, Zheng Yuanfeng, Ji Zhijie, Yuan Lu......

The names in my memory are gone.

Instead, Hu Xia, Lin Hai, and Yu Xiaoxiao......

After a long time, Tan Kaixuan's cautious voice sounded in Zhao Fusheng's ears: "That, where are you uncomfortable?"

Zhao Fusheng came back to his senses at this time, but saw Tan Kaixuan looking at him with concern.

He smiled: "I'm fine, it's just that my heart was a little uncomfortable just now." ”

"Startled me, I thought you were upset when you heard that I was going to confess to Hu Xia. Tan Kaixuan patted his chest.

Zhao Fusheng shook his head: "No, I don't know her well." ”

It's really unfamiliar, because Zhao Fusheng has never heard of this name, and he has no memory of this person, and he finally realized that the place he is in is still different from the original world after all.

Some parts of life are torn apart by the power of time, and finally separated from one's own life, which is a kind of helpless pain and suffering.

Fortunately, the important people in the life left behind are still there.

At that moment, Zhao Fusheng felt that his chest was stuffy.

"Fusheng, do you think Hu Xia will accept me?" At this time, Tan Kaixuan's voice sounded in Zhao Fusheng's ears, pulling his thoughts back to reality.

"It should be......" After hesitating for a moment, Zhao Fusheng said listlessly. He really didn't know, because he didn't know who this Husha was.

"The problem is, I don't know what poems to write to her. Tan Kaixuan looked bitter.

"Writing poetry?"

Looking at Tan Kaixuan's bitter expression, Zhao Fusheng looked dazed, and immediately realized that it was still 1999, and the method of chasing girls in college was either love letters, or going to sing in people's dormitories with a guitar.

But if I remember correctly, Tan Kaixuan, this guy, whether it's a love poem or a love song, won't be able to.

Turning over and lying down, Zhao Fusheng felt that he was still honestly thinking about how to make money, this kind of love and love thing, it is better to mix less.

"Hey, hey, you're a person who doesn't have any righteousness at all. Tan Kaixuan didn't intend to let Zhao Fusheng go like this, he rushed over and pulled Zhao Fusheng's body over, and the two of them faced: "My lifelong happiness is all in your hands." ”

Zhao Fusheng rolled his eyes, and wanted to tell him that you don't have to dream, your true daughter is not Hu Xia at all.

But the most depressing thing is that no one knows this truth except himself, and Zhao Fusheng does not dare to guarantee that in this world that is not the same as in his memory, Hu Xia will not make the same decision to reject Tan Kaixuan as Zhou Qing.

Thinking of this, Zhao Fusheng pushed Tan Kaixuan away and stretched out a finger: "Jixianju." ”

The meaning is very simple, help write a love letter to this guy, the best barbecue restaurant near the school Jixianju, Tan Kaixuan has to treat him once.

Tan Kaixuan hesitated for a long time, gritted his teeth for his own happiness, and nodded: "Okay, but if she rejects me, it doesn't count." ”

The implication is that if Hu Xia refuses himself, then Zhao Fusheng's meal will be ruined.

Zhao Fusheng thought for a while, but it was fair, and nodded in agreement.

Finding a piece of paper, Zhao Fusheng spread it out, picked up the pen, and began to bow his head and ponder.

After a few moments, he put pen to paper and wrote a few words.

"That night, I listened to Sanskrit chanting all night, not for enlightenment, but for a trace of your breath.

That month, I turned all the prayer chakras, not for excess, but for touching your fingerprints.

That year, I kowtowed and hugged the dust, not for the Buddha, but for your warmth.

In that life, I climbed 100,000 mountains, not to cultivate the next life, but to meet you on the road.

At that moment, I soared into an immortal, not for immortality, but for your peace and joy. ”

This world is still the world in my memory, although many things are different, but what creation gives itself is not only a chance to start over, but also those who have left around him, perhaps just to connect with their share and start over together.