The street was still the same street, and the building was still the same building. Even the broken street lights were the same. Chen Hansheng stood in front of his house. He wanted to knock on the door gently, but when he raised his hand, there was a "dong dong" sound. He couldn't help but shout, "Mom, I'm back."
"Creak."
The wooden door inside was opened first, and a middle-aged woman in her forties appeared in Chen Hansheng's line of sight. She opened the door and scolded impolitely, "What are you making so much noise for? The whole building can hear your voice. You're already an adult, but you don't even bring your keys when you go out."
"It's still the familiar recipe and the familiar smell," Chen Hansheng thought to himself.
The environment had a memory function. For example, on nights when there was thunder, the guards on duty in the Forbidden City would often see palace maids walking on the red walls. It was said that this was because when there was thunder in the past, the magnetic field would remember the previous images and store them on the walls.
Chen Hansheng was originally a little nervous, but when his mother, Liang Meijuan, opened her mouth, he was immediately pulled back to the memories of 17 years ago. The way they interacted with each other almost didn't change.
Chen Hansheng didn't feel anything when he entered the house under his mother's covetous gaze. Instead, he felt that the living room was too stuffy. He searched the sofa for the remote control. "It's so hot, but you don't know how to turn on the air conditioner. Where's my dad?"
Liang Meijuan took out the iced watermelon from the fridge and said, "You only know how to turn on the air conditioner as soon as you come back. Your dad hasn't gotten off work yet."
Seeing the iced watermelon, Chen Hansheng chuckled. "My biological mother still loves me."
"You only have one mouth left."
Liang Meijuan looked at her lively son. She was actually quite satisfied, but she still pretended to be very strict. "Where's the acceptance letter?"
Chen Hansheng casually threw the envelope with the acceptance letter on the table. "It's here."
"Do you want to die?!"
Liang Meijuan hurriedly picked it up. After confirming that there was no watermelon juice on the envelope, she used the spatula to hit Chen Hansheng. "Little brat, do you still want to go to university?"
Liang Meijuan carefully took out the admission letter and looked at the big red cover that said, "Student Chen Hansheng is hereby admitted to the School of Public Administration. Please report to the school on September 1, 2002 with this admission letter." She beamed with joy.
Although the universities in China started to expand their enrollment in 1999, their influence was not so far-reaching at the moment. The value and reputation of university students could still be maintained for a while.
In particular, Liang Meijuan's nephew from her maternal family had not been admitted to university. Although her son was not very obedient, he still did well in his studies.
Although it was only a second-tier university, he could still take the postgraduate entrance exam in the future.
While Liang Meijuan was thinking, Chen Hansheng gobbled up half of the watermelon, patted his belly, and went to the bathroom to take a shower. Liang Meijuan then reacted, "Let the water boil for 10 minutes first, or you'll catch a cold."
Now, the house still had a solar water heater. Before taking a bath, they had to heat it for a while. Chen Hansheng did not listen. He picked up his clothes and walked in. "It's such a hot day. Of course, it's more comfortable to take a cold shower."
"Brat!"
Liang Meijuan was unable to persuade Chen Hansheng, and could only let him do what he wanted. She turned her head and looked at the admission letter again. Suddenly, she had a sense of relief in her heart.
To support a child until he went to university, no matter if it was financially or spiritually, it actually required a lot of effort.
"In another 4 years, Old Chen and I will be able to relax. After that, we will help to take care of our grandchildren. We won't ask for anything else in this life."
This was the life that Liang Meijuan, a middle-aged woman in Harbor City, was looking forward to.
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Chen Hansheng took a cold shower, then looked at himself in the mirror. Young, healthy, full of vitality. Covering his eyes, that was the face of an 18 year old.
When I open my eyes, I can always find a profundity that does not belong to my age.
Chen Hansheng suddenly stretched out his finger and heavily poked on the mirror and said, "Since I was sent back, then I will definitely do something. Although I won't lack money if I continue to develop normally, but that would be boring!"
At this time, Chen Hansheng heard the sound of the iron door and the sound of people talking in the living room. He restrained his serious expression, wore a loose shirt and underwear, walked out of the door and shouted, "Old Chen, you are back!"
In the living room stood a tall and straight middle-aged handsome old man. Chen Hansheng's appearance was 60% similar to his appearance.
This was Chen Hansheng's father, Chen Zhaojun. However, the father and son's temperament could be said to be completely different.
Chen Zhaojun was a man of few words. Liang Meijuan often said that he "can't even make a fart after being beaten for half a day".
Therefore, even if his only son greeted him, Chen Zhaojun would only faintly say "En". However, noticing that Chen Hansheng had just taken a shower and there were still water droplets on his back, Chen Zhaojun silently walked over and increased the temperature of the air conditioner in the living room.
Before Chen Hansheng had the chance to speak to his father, Liang Meijuan took out a pack of cigarettes from Chen Hansheng's pants and put it on the table, "Not bad, Chen Hansheng, you secretly learned how to smoke?"
This was the Red Jin Ling that Chen Hansheng "seized" from his homeroom teacher, Old Xu. Just now, he forgot to hide it and it was found by Liang Meijuan.
Chen Hansheng's expression did not change, "Old Xu forced it on me. He said that my performance in the college entrance exam this time was average and gave me a pack of cigarettes to comfort me."
"Bullshit!"
Liang Meijuan did not believe at all, "Which homeroom teacher would give a student a pack of cigarettes? Chen Zhaojun, are you still going to control your son?"
Chen Zhaojun did not want to get involved in the mother and son's "war" at all. He was about to sneak into the bedroom, but Liang Meijuan did not let him go at all.
Old Chen glanced at his indifferent son and angry wife, and finally decided to stand on his wife's side.
"It's too early to smoke now. Even if you consider the needs of social interaction, you should at least wait until you officially enter university. I'll keep this pack of cigarettes first."
Chen Zhaojun said and put the pack of cigarettes in his pocket. Chen Hansheng thought that after going around in circles, Old Chen still benefited from it. However, since he had transmigrated back, it would be embarrassing if he did not bring anything with him.
Forget it, this pack of cigarettes will be a greeting gift!
Chen Hansheng thought generously, and then the family began to eat. Liang Meijuan discussed with Chen Zhaojun while eating, "Remember to apply for leave. When the time comes, we will send Hansheng to university together."
Chen Zhaojun nodded, and Chen Hansheng shook his head.
"I'll go by myself. You guys do what you need to do."
Liang Meijuan stared at him, "It's a few hundred kilometers away. Besides, there's a few thousand yuan tuition fee."
"I'll take it with me." Chen Hansheng said.
In the past, Chen Hansheng did not let his parents send him to school. Now, it was even more impossible. However, in 2002, the university fees were basically paid in cash. That year, he took the bus with a few thousand yuan and was very nervous.
"Also."
Chen Hansheng paused and said, "If it wasn't for the fact that our family's conditions are not suitable for applying for a student loan, and I don't want to use fake materials to take advantage of the country, I would also want to apply for a student loan."
"Nonsense!"
Liang Meijuan put down her chopsticks and said, "Although our family is not rich, it's not a problem to support you to go to university. Don't play any tricks on me. Just learn some knowledge honestly."
Liang Meijuan knew her son very well. He had too many ideas and could not control them.
Chen Hansheng did not listen at all, "In short, I've thought about it. Other than the first semester, I won't ask you for tuition fees or living expenses. I'll find a way to earn money myself!"
"You dare!"
Liang Meijuan's eyebrows raised.
"Why wouldn't I dare!"
Chen Hansheng replied with a stiff neck.
"Chen Zhaojun, you be the judge!"
It was still the same old rule. Whenever there was a disagreement between mother and son, Old Chen would be the judge. This habit would continue until the future.
Chen Zhaojun thought seriously and said slowly, "Hansheng is a man. It's normal for him to have the idea of going for a break, but he can't fall behind in his studies."
Seeing that Chen Zhaojun also supported Chen Hansheng, Liang Meijuan was not happy, "This child was so obedient when he was young. Later, you said that boys need to develop an independent character, develop tenacity, and develop a sense of responsibility. You always supported him to complete some strange ideas. So in the end, he didn't even listen to me."
However, the family democracy vote was 2 to 1. It was a formality that Chen Hansheng's proposal of "going to school alone" and "working to earn money" was approved. Liang Meijuan was still unhappy when she was resting at night.
Chen Zhaojun comforted his wife, "Hansheng's studies might not be the best, but if you observe carefully, his practical ability and EQ are much better than many of his peers. This point will be even more obvious when he enters society."
In his previous life, Chen Hansheng started his own business right after he graduated from university. He was defeated time and time again before he finally succeeded. His tenacity and interpersonal ability had a lot to do with Old Chen's deliberate nurturing.
"Little brat, unknowingly, he is starting to become sensible."
Liang Meijuan muttered to herself.
Old Chen chuckled, "My son is starting to grow up."
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