Chapter 1

In the resplendent box of Jianye International Hotel, a group of well-dressed men and women pushed cups and changed glasses, and drank red in the face.

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

"Mr. Chen, I'll give you another toast. Feel free. I'll do it."

"Mr. Chen, I wish you a wide range of financial resources and prosperity in the future."

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The protagonist on the wine table is Chen Hansheng. Basically, toasting or flattery has something to do with him.

"I don't know which woman is so lucky to marry a man like President Chen."

A blushing woman picked up her glass and said Jiao Didi.

At the age of 35, Chen Hansheng is at the peak of a man's energy, experience and ability. His social status gives him a relaxed attitude. Coupled with his good speech, it is common to attract women's attention.

"Miss Zhang doesn't know yet. President Chen hasn't married yet. He's the real king of diamonds." Someone will sing soon.

"It must be that President Chen's eyes are too high to see our Rouge powder."

The woman smiled and whispered back, and then handed over a business card with both hands. She had to drip water between her eyes. She said softly, "President Chen has done a lot of business, but she also needs to find a balance between family and career."

Chen Hansheng politely took the business card, but the moment they touched, he suddenly felt an itch in the palm of his hand. It turned out that Miss Zhang stretched out her index finger to slide gently in the palm of her hand, and then stared at herself affectionately.

Chen Hansheng smiled and sat down quietly.

After the party, most people on the table were drunk. When the beautiful woman surnamed Zhang left, she took a reluctant look at Chen Hansheng.

Chen Hansheng understood and made a gesture to make a phone call, which made her smile.

Subordinates came over and said, "Mr. Chen, I'll take you back."

"No."

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

After his subordinates left, Chen Hansheng walked slowly around the loop tiger car, leaned back on the leather seat, and showed deep fatigue on his face.

After each party, in addition to the full wine in the stomach, the mood is always inexplicably depressed, and even a kind of emptiness at a loss.

you can't control everything in a traits ' world.

"Hoo."

Chen Hansheng exhaled heavily. If he vulgar used money to evaluate happiness, in fact, he is happier than most people. He really shouldn't complain more.

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

"Zhang Mingrong, the name is not bad."

Chen Hansheng smiled and then flicked it. The exquisite business card slid across an arc in the night and fell to the ground. Then the Land Rover tire rolled over mercilessly.

Adult Vanity Fair is always full of fun. Whoever takes it seriously is a fool.

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

IfyoumissthetrainI'mon

If you cross my train

YouwillknowthatIamgone

You will know that I have gone far away

Youcanhearthewhistleblow

You can hear it roaring

Ahundredmiles

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 infected him. He frequently used numerals and repetition to express the hardships of life.

At all times and in all countries, some people who have left their homes for a living are rich and some are poor, but whether rich or poor, the sadness of separation in their hearts is always indelible.

"I haven't seen my parents for a long time. It's better to see them all night."

On this thought, under the influence of the aftereffect of foreign wine, Chen Hansheng subconsciously turned the steering wheel.

Suddenly, a dazzling white light shone from the side, and Chen Hansheng didn't know anything.

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"Hansheng, wake up. The bus is coming to the station."

In a daze, Chen Hansheng was awakened by a voice. When he opened his eyes, he was shining sunshine, and his head was tingling after drinking.

"Shit, you can't drink so much next time."

Chen Hansheng frowned and scolded.

"Yesterday was the last class party in high school. Everyone drank a lot. Besides, it doesn't matter if you are frustrated in love and get drunk."

The speaker was a 17-18-year-old boy, slightly fat and dark. He grinned: "I advised you not to confess with Xiao Rongyu. You have to try at the end of the college entrance examination. What's the result?"

"If you like her so much, you are a dead ghost."

The black fat man gloated and saw Chen Hansheng looking straight at himself. He was still a little unhappy: "say two bad words about Xiao Rongyu, and you'll be angry?"

"I'm a playmate who grew up together. You and she have been high school classmates for three years. I suggest taking last night's event as a memory and let it drift with the wind."

Seeing that he wanted to keep nagging, Chen Hansheng couldn't help interrupting: "who are you?"

"Me!?"

The young man's face was surprised at first, and then turned into anger. After the bus arrived, he pulled up the vain Chen Hansheng out of the bus and shouted, "lovelorn is not amnesia. I'm your brother Wang Zibo. Will you forget 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?"

"Dog day Chen Hansheng, now that Iraq is so chaotic and the Yankees are preparing to fight Saddam, do you curse 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. The reflection above was also a teenager, familiar but strange, with a little hairy beard on his mouth.

The sky is blue and cloudless, and the road is still muddy. The flying dust can be seen clearly in the sun. The horn of the barber shop on the side of the road plays the tweeter wantonly.

"Accompany you to see the meteor shower fall on the earth and let your tears fall on my shoulder..."

Combined with the scene in front of him and the songs played in the streets, Chen Hansheng suddenly felt a little dizzy. This vulgar bridge section finally happened to him. Suddenly, there was another surge in his stomach. Chen Hansheng couldn't help but go to the roadside and vomit.

Wang Zibo didn't dislike it either. He came over and patted his back and comforted, "just spit it out."

After all the things in his stomach were vomited out, Chen Hansheng was gradually sober, 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 the school to get the admission notice."

Now Wang Zibo is no longer surprised. His strange act of being a good friend came from the confession that had no beginning and no end last night.

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

This year is not 2019, it is 2002.

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