1、Don't drink and drive

homesickness in their hearts remains eternally unyielding.I haven't seen my parents in a long time. Why don't I go see them tonightThinking about it, under the influence of liquor's aftertaste, Chen H...In the opulent private room of Jianye International Hotel, a group of well-dressed men clinked glasses and drank to their heart's content.

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

"Mr. Chen, I'll raise a toast to you again. Please feel free to have some, I'll drink it."

"Mr. Chen, I wish you continued prosperity and success."

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At the dinner table, Chen Hansheng is usually the one pouring drinks or giving compliments.

"I wonder who the lucky person is who got to marry a man like Mr. Chen."

A flushed man lifted his glass and spoke in a slurred voice.

At thirty-five, Chen Hansheng embodies the peak of a man's physical prowess, life experience, and capabilities. His social standing grants him an effortless composure, coupled with his refined eloquence, making him a captivating figure to many.

"Ms. Zhang probably doesn't know, but Mr. Chen is still single to this day. He's a true diamond bachelor." Someone immediately chimed in.

"That must be because Mr. Chen's standards are too high, he doesn't look down on us common folk."

The man smiled back, then offered her a business card with hands that seemed to glimmer. His eyes held a mischievous glint as he said, "Mr. Chen, your business is very successful, but remember to find a balance between family and work."

Chen Hansheng politely took the business card, but in that instant, he felt a jolt run through him. It turned out that Ms. Zhang had gently touched his palm with her index finger and then stared at him with a meaningful look.

Chen Hansheng smiled faintly and sat down silently.

After the dinner, most people at the table were slightly drunk. When Zhang, a beautiful woman, left, she took one last glance at Chen Hansheng with regret.

Chen Hansheng understood, made a gesture of making a phone call, and then showed a smile.

The subordinate walked over and said, "Mr. Chen, I'll send you back."

"No."

Chen Hansheng waved his hand: “I just bought a new apartment in the opposite district. I can drive back myself, it's only about 100 meters away.”

After his subordinate left, Chen Hansheng slowly walked back to his Land Rover, leaning his head against the leather seat with a deep weariness on his face.

After every social gathering, besides the fullness of alcohol in my stomach, my heart always feels inexplicably heavy, even with a kind of bewildering emptiness.

A person in the rivers and lakes, cannot be their own master.

"Whew."

Chen Hansheng let out a heavy sigh, "If happiness is measured by money, I'm actually happier than most people. There's really no need to complain so much."

As Chen Hansheng was about to start the car, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a name card. It turned out to be from Miss Zhang, a beautiful woman he had met at a social event.

"Chang Mingrong, the name is quite good."

Chen Hansheng smiled, then tapped lightly. The exquisite card flew through the air in an arc and landed on the ground, only to be run over by the Land Rover tire without hesitation.

In the world of fame and fortune, people always put on a show. Anyone who takes things seriously is just a fool.

Inside the Land Rover, the melody of "500 Miles Away from Home" echoed back and forth.

If you miss the train I’m on

If you miss my train,

You will know that I am gone

You will know I have gone far away.

You can hear the whistle blow

You can hear it roar and wheeze.

A hundred miles

Leave a hundred miles away.

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The lyrics of this song are quite different from Chen Hansheng's current life, but the mood deeply resonates with him. He frequently uses numerals and repetition to express the hardships of life's journey.

Throughout history, people who have left their homes to seek a living have experienced both affluence and poverty. Regardless of whether they are wealthy or destitute, the homesickness in their hearts remains eternally unyielding.

I haven't seen my parents in a long time. Why don't I go see them tonight

Thinking about it, under the influence of liquor's aftertaste, Chen Hansheng unconsciously turned the steering wheel.

Suddenly, a blinding white light shone in from the side. "Boom!" A loud explosion sounded, and Chen Hansheng knew nothing more.

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"Hansheng, wake up quickly, the train is arriving at its station."

Between a haze of sleep, Chen Hansheng was woken by a sound. He opened his eyes to a blinding light and a throbbing headache from the previous night's drinking.

"Damn it, next time I absolutely cannot drink this much alcohol."

Chen Hansheng frowned and cursed.

Yesterday was the last class reunion in high school, everyone drank a lot, and it's okay to get drunk if you're feeling down.

The speaker was a young man around 17 or 18 years old, slightly chubby with tanned skin. He grinned and said: "I told you not to confess your feelings to Xiao Rongyu a long time ago. You insisted on taking a chance after the college entrance exam ended, so how did it go"

"You liked so much, you're just a ghost who died for nothing."

After the fat man gloated, seeing Chen Hansheng staring straight at him, he became a little unhappy: "You got angry just because I said a few bad things about Xiao Rongyu"

"We grew up together as playmates, and we were also high school classmates for three years. I suggest treating last night's incident as a memory and letting it blow away with the wind."

Looking at him going on and on, Chen Hansheng couldn't help but interrupt: "Who are you"

"Me!"

This year, his face was first surprised, then angry. After the vehicle arrived at the station, he pulled up the unsteady Chen Hansheng and got out of the car, shouting loudly: “Is this forgetting I am your good brother Wang Zibao, will you forget who you are, Chen Hansheng!”

"Wang Zibao"

Chen Hansheng does indeed have a good friend named Wang Zibao, but he is currently abroad.

"Where is Wang Zibao He's not in Iraq, is he"

"Damn Chen Hansheng, with Iraq the way it is now and the US about to attack Saddam, aren't you wishing I'd die sooner"

This time Chen Hansheng remained silent, because he was staring intently at the reflection in the glass panel of the bus stop. The image reflected back was that of a young man, yet strangely unfamiliar, with a hint of stubble on his upper lip.

The sky is a brilliant blue with no clouds. The road is still dirt, and you can clearly see each puff of dust kicked up. A loudspeaker from the barbershop on the side of the road blasts out loud music.

"Come watch the meteor shower with me, let your tears fall on my shoulders······ "

As Chen Hansheng looked around at the scene before him, combined with the songs playing on the streets, his head suddenly felt a little dizzy. This cliché plotline had actually happened to him. A wave of nausea hit him again, and Chen Hansheng couldn't help but walk to the side of the road and vomit.

Wang Zibao wasn't disgusted, he walked over and patted him on the back and said, "It's better now that you've vomited."

After everything in his stomach was vomited, Chen Hansheng's mind gradually cleared, and Wang Zibao's current image finally began to overlap with his memory.

"Where are we going now" Chen Hansheng struggled to raise his head.

"Go to school to get your acceptance letter."

Now Wang Zibao was no longer strange, he just treated his friends' strangeness as coming from last night's endless confession.

That brings back memories! Chen Hansheng suddenly remembered that he and Wang Zibao had gone to school together to collect their acceptance letters. He was admitted to a normal second-tier university, while Wang Zibao got into a first-tier university.

This year is not 2019, it's 2002.

······nt image finally began to overlap with his memory."Where are we going now" Chen Hansheng struggled to raise his head."Go to school to get your acceptance letter."Now Wang Zibao was no longer strange,...