In the luxurious private room of Jianye International Hotel, a group of well-dressed men and women were drinking until their faces and ears were red.
"President Chen, please take care of our business in the future."
"President Chen, let me propose another toast to you. Bottoms up."
"President Chen, I wish you all the best in the future. I wish you all the best."
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The main character at the table was Chen Hansheng. Basically, all the toasts and flattery had something to do with him.
"I wonder which woman is so lucky to be able to marry a man like President Chen."
A woman with a flushed face raised her wine glass and said in a sweet voice.
The 35-year-old Chen Hansheng was at the peak of a man's energy, experience, and ability. His social status gave him a free attitude. Coupled with his good conversation style, it was common for him to attract the attention of women.
"Miss Zhang, you probably don't know that President Chen is still unmarried. He is a real eligible bachelor." Immediately, someone chimed in.
"That must be because President Chen's standards are too high. He doesn't like women like us."
The woman replied with a smile. Then, she handed over a business card with both hands. Her eyes were watery as she said softly, "Mr. Chen, your business is very big, but you also need to find a balance between your family and your career."
Chen Hansheng took the business card politely. However, at the moment when the two touched, he suddenly felt an itch in his palm. It turned out that this Miss Zhang stretched out her index finger and gently slid it in his palm. Then, she looked at him affectionately.
Chen Hansheng smiled and sat down without batting an eyelid.
After the social meeting, most of the people at the table were drunk. When the beautiful woman surnamed Zhang left, she looked at Chen Hansheng reluctantly.
Chen Hansheng understood and gestured for her to make a call. Only then did she smile.
His subordinate walked over and said, "President Chen, I'll send you back."
"No need."
Chen Hansheng waved his hand, "I bought a new house in the community opposite. I can drive back by myself. It's less than 100 meters away."
After his subordinate left, Chen Hansheng slowly walked back to the Land Rover. He raised his head and leaned on the leather seat. His face showed deep fatigue.
Every time after a social event, other than the fact that his stomach was full of wine, his mood was always inexplicably depressed. There was even a kind of emptiness that made him feel at a loss.
In Jianghu, one had no choice.
"Hu."
Chen Hansheng heaved a heavy sigh of relief. If money was a vulgar way of evaluating happiness, he was already happier than most people. He really shouldn't complain.
When Chen Hansheng turned on the car's stereo, fastened his seat belt and prepared to start the car, he suddenly felt a hard object in his pocket. It turned out to be the business card of the beautiful Miss Zhang during the dinner.
"Zhang Mingrong, not a bad name."
Chen Hansheng smiled and flicked his wrist. The exquisite business card glided in an arc and fell to the ground. Then, the Land Rover's tires rolled over it mercilessly.
An adult's vanity fair was always full of tricks. Whoever took it seriously was a fool.
In the Land Rover, the melody of "500 Miles from Home" drifted back and forth.
IfyoumissthetrainI'mon
If you cross paths with my train
You'll know I'm far away
You can hear it wheezing and hissing
A hundred li away
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The content of the lyrics of this song was far from Chen Hansheng's current life, but the artistic conception deeply influenced him. The frequent use of numerals and repetitive means expressed the hardships of life.
Since ancient times, people who left their homes to make a living, some were rich, and some were poor. But no matter rich or poor, the sorrow of separation in their hearts would never be erased.
"It's been a long time since I went to see my father and mother, why don't I go to see them tonight."
Thinking like this, under the aftereffect of the foreign wine, Chen Hansheng actually subconsciously turned the steering wheel.
Suddenly, a dazzling white light shone in from the side. "Boom!" With a heavy sound, Chen Hansheng lost consciousness.
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"Hansheng, quickly wake up, 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 sunlight, and his head was tingling due to the wine.
"Damn it, next time I definitely won't drink so much wine."
Chen Hansheng frowned and scolded.
"Yesterday was the last class gathering in high school, and everyone drank quite a lot. Moreover, it's okay for you to get drunk because you failed in love."
The person who spoke was a 17 or 18 years old teenager. He was slightly chubby and had a dark complexion. He grinned again and said, "I have long advised you not to confess to Xiao Rongyu, but you insisted on giving it a try after the college entrance examination. What happened in the end?"
"There are so many people who like her, and you are just a ghost who died in vain."
After the dark fatty finished gloating, he saw Chen Hansheng's eyes staring straight at him, and he was somewhat unhappy, "I said a few words about Xiao Rongyu, and you are angry?"
"We are playmates who grew up together, and you were only high school classmates with her for three years. I suggest that you treat what happened last night as a memory, and let it drift away with the wind."
Seeing that the dark fatty was going to continue nagging, Chen Hansheng couldn't help but interrupt, "Who are you?"
"Me!?"
The teenager's face was first shocked, and then it turned into anger. When the bus arrived at the bus stop, he pulled Chen Hansheng, who was walking unsteadily, off the bus and said loudly, "Falling out of love is not amnesia. I am your good brother, Wang Zibo. Have you forgotten that you are Chen Hansheng?"
"Wang Zibo?"
Chen Hansheng did have a good friend called Wang Zibo, but he was not in China at the moment.
"Isn't Wang Zibo in Iraq?"
"Damn Chen Hansheng, are you cursing me to die early?"
This time, Chen Hansheng did not speak, because he was staring at the reflective glass of the bus stop in a daze. The reflection on the glass was also a teenager, familiar yet unfamiliar, with a little furry beard on his mouth.
The sky was blue and cloudless, and the road was still muddy. The flying dust could be seen clearly under the sunlight, and the barbershop by the roadside was playing loud music.
"Watching the meteor shower fall on the earth with you, letting your tears fall on my shoulder …"
Combining the scene in front of him with the song playing on the street, Chen Hansheng suddenly felt dizzy. This cliché scene actually happened to him. Suddenly, his stomach turned again, and Chen Hansheng could not help but walk to the roadside and vomit.
Wang Zibo did not mind. He walked over and patted his back, comforting him, "You'll be fine after vomiting."
After vomiting everything in his stomach, Chen Hansheng gradually regained consciousness. The image of Wang Zibo now finally overlapped with his memory.
"Where are we going now?" Chen Hansheng raised his head with difficulty.
"To the school to get the admission letter."
Now, Wang Zibo did not find it strange anymore. He thought that his friend's strangeness came from the confession last night.
Chen Hansheng really remembered that he and Wang Zibo went to the school to get the admission letter. He got the second ordinary admission letter, and Wang Zibo got the first ordinary admission letter.
This year was not 2019, it was 2002.
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