I really don't want to be reborn.

The street is still the same street, the building is still the same building, even the broken street lamp has not changed. Chen Hansheng stood at the door of his house. He wanted to knock gently, but when he raised his hand, he heard a "dong dong" sound. He couldn't help shouting: "Mom, I'm back."

"Creaky".

The wooden door inside was opened first, and a middle-aged woman in her forties appeared in Chen Hansheng's sight. She opened the door and scolded him rudely: "What are you making noise for? The whole building can hear your voice. You are so old, but you don't even bring your keys when you go out."

"It's still the familiar formula, and it's still the familiar taste." Chen Hansheng thought to himself.

The environment has a memory function. For example, on thundering nights, the staff on duty in the Forbidden City often see palace maids walking on the red painted walls. It is said that this is because when there was thunder in the past, the magnetic field memorized the previous scenes and stored them on the wall.

Chen Hansheng was still a little nervous at first, but when his mother Liang Meijuan opened her mouth, "suddenly" pulled him back to the memory of 17 years ago, and the way they got along with each other has hardly changed.

Chen Hansheng didn't feel anything when he entered the house under his mother's fierce gaze. Instead, he felt that the living room was too stuffy. He turned over the sofa to find the remote control: "It's so hot and you don't know how to turn on the air conditioner. Where's my dad?"

Liang Meijuan took out an ice watermelon from the refrigerator and said, "You turned on the air conditioner as soon as you came back. Your dad hasn't gotten off work yet."

Seeing the ice watermelon, Chen Hansheng smiled and said, "My mother still loves me."

"There's only one mouth left."

Liang Meijuan looked at her lively son. She was actually quite satisfied in her heart, but she still pretended to be very stern in her tone: "Where's the admission letter?"

Chen Hansheng threw the envelope containing the admission letter on the dining table casually: "Here."

"You're going to die!"

Liang Meijuan quickly picked it up and confirmed that there was no watermelon juice on the envelope. She hit Chen Hansheng lightly with a spatula: "Little bastard, do you still want to go to college?"

Liang Meijuan carefully took out the admission letter and smiled when she saw the words on the red cover: "Chen Hansheng is admitted to study in the 'Public Administration' major. Please report to our school on September 1, 2002 with this letter."

Although domestic universities began to expand enrollment in 1999, the current influence is not so far-reaching, and the value and reputation of college students can be maintained for a while.

Especially since Liang Meijuan's nephews and nieces did not get into college, although her son was not very obedient, he still made her proud in his studies.

Although it was only a second-tier university, he could still take the postgraduate entrance examination in the future.

Liang Meijuan was thinking, Chen Hansheng wolfed down half a 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, otherwise you will catch a cold."

Now the family still has a solar water heater, and it has to boil for a while before taking a shower. Chen Hansheng didn't listen, picked up his clothes and walked in: "It's so hot, of course it's comfortable to take a cold shower."

"Stinky boy!"

Liang Meijuan couldn't persuade Chen Hansheng, and could only let him do it. She turned her head and looked at the admission letter, and suddenly felt a sense of relief in her heart.

Supporting a child until he goes to college actually requires a lot of effort, both financially and mentally.

"In another four years, Lao Chen and I can relax, and then help take care of the grandchildren, and we don't want anything else in this life."

This is the small life that Liang Meijuan, a middle-aged woman in Gangcheng, expects.

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Chen Hansheng took a cold shower and stared at himself in the mirror. He looked young, healthy and energetic. If he covered his eyes, he would look like an 18-year-old.

If he opened his eyes, he could always find a depth that did not belong to his age.

Chen Hansheng suddenly stretched out his finger, poked the mirror hard and said, "Since I have been sent back, I must do something. Although I will not be short of money if I develop normally, it is so boring!"

At this time, Chen Hansheng heard the sound of the iron door and the voices in the living room. He restrained his serious expression, put on a loose home shirt and underwear, walked out of the door and shouted, "Old Chen is back!"

In the living room stood a tall middle-aged handsome man. Chen Hansheng looked six points similar to him.

This is Chen Hansheng's father, Chen Zhaojun, but the personalities of the two are very different.

Chen Zhaojun is a man of few words. Liang Meijuan often says that he "can't say a word for a long time", but this son has an active mind and doesn't care much about the rules.

So even if his only son greets him, Chen Zhaojun just says "hmm". However, noticing that Chen Hansheng had just taken a shower and there were still water drops on his back, Chen Zhaojun quietly walked over to turn up the air conditioner in the living room.

Before Chen Hansheng had time to talk to the old man, Liang Meijuan took Chen Hansheng's change of pants, took out a pack of cigarettes from it, and put it on the table with a "pop": "Chen Hansheng, you learned to smoke secretly?"

This is the Red Gold Ling that Chen Hansheng "seized" from his class teacher, Old Xu. He forgot to hide it just now, and Liang Meijuan found it.

Chen Hansheng's expression didn't change: "Old Xu forced it on me. He said that I didn't do well in the college entrance examination this time, so he gave me a pack of cigarettes to comfort me."

"Bullshit!"

Liang Meijuan didn't believe it at all: "How can a class teacher give cigarettes to students? Chen Zhaojun, do you care about your son?"

Chen Zhaojun didn't want to get involved in the "war" between the mother and son, and was about to quietly walk into the bedroom, but Liang Meijuan didn't let him go.

Old Chen glanced at his indifferent son and his angry wife, and finally decided to stand on his wife's side.

"It's too early to smoke now. Even if you consider the need for socializing, you have to wait until you officially go to college. I'll put this pack of cigarettes away first."

Chen Zhaojun put the cigarettes in his pocket as he said this. Chen Hansheng thought that after all the twists and turns, Old Chen got the better deal, but he felt embarrassed that he didn't have anything in his hands after traveling back in time.

Forget it, this pack of cigarettes will be a gift for meeting!

Chen Hansheng thought generously, and then the family started to eat. Liang Meijuan discussed with Chen Zhaojun while eating: "Remember to take leave, and then we will send Hansheng to college together."

Chen Zhaojun nodded, and Chen Hansheng shook his head.

"I will go to report by myself, you can do what you need to do."

Liang Meijuan glared: "It's hundreds of kilometers, and there are thousands of yuan in tuition fees."

"I'll carry it with me." Chen Hansheng said.

Chen Hansheng didn't ask his parents to send him to report before, and he won't do it now. However, in 2002, college tuition was basically paid in cash. He was very nervous when he took the bus with thousands of yuan in his pocket.

"Besides."

Chen Hansheng paused and said, "If our family conditions were not suitable for applying for student loans, I would not bother to falsify materials to take advantage of the country. I would have wanted to apply for student loans."

"Nonsense!"

Liang Meijuan put down her chopsticks and said, "Although our family is not rich, it is still no problem to support you to go to college. Don't play tricks on me and learn some knowledge honestly."

Liang Meijuan knew her son very well. He had too many ideas and was out of control.

Chen Hansheng didn't listen at all: "Anyway, I have thought about it. Except for the first semester, I will not ask you for tuition and living expenses in the future. I will find a way to make money myself!"

"You dare!"

Liang Meijuan's eyebrows were raised.

"What's there to be afraid of!"

Chen Hansheng replied with his neck stiff.

"Chen Zhaojun, you make an evaluation!"

It was still the old rule. Whenever there was a disagreement between mother and son, Lao Chen would be the referee. This habit continued until later.

Chen Zhaojun thought about it carefully and said slowly: "Hansheng is a man, it is normal for him to have the idea of ​​trying something new, but he should not fall behind in his studies."

Seeing that Chen Zhaojun also supported Chen Hansheng, Liang Meijuan was unhappy: "This child was so well-behaved when he was young, but later you said that boys should cultivate independent character, tenacity, and sense of responsibility, and always supported him to complete some strange ideas, so in the end, he didn't listen to me."

However, the family democratic vote of 2 to 1 was considered to be formally passed by Chen Hansheng's proposal of "reporting alone" and "working to earn money". Liang Meijuan was still unhappy when she rested at night.

Chen Zhaojun comforted his wife: "Hansheng may not be the best in learning, but if you pay attention, you will find that his hands-on ability and emotional intelligence are better than many of his peers. This will be more obvious when he enters society."

In his previous life, Chen Hansheng started a business right after graduating from university. He failed again and again, and finally succeeded. His resilience and communication skills were actually closely related to Chen's deliberate cultivation.

"Little bastard, you have grown up without me noticing."

Liang Meijuan murmured to herself.

Old Chen laughed: "My son has grown up."