There seemed to be a distant voice coming from my ears.

"Hey, brother, wake up, wake up, you're going to get off the plane all night!"

Wang Wenzhe felt someone patting his arm. He opened his eyes desperately, and the dazzling white light shone into the corners of his eyes and felt dizzy.

What's even more unbearable is that half of the arm is numb, as if it doesn't belong to me.

etc……

He is not dead?

Congratulations solo!

Wang Wenzhe opened his eyes, then stood up suddenly, and grabbed the collar of the person in front of him...

"Fuck! Are you crazy?"

"Are you crazy?"

"Hey hey, Lao Wang, what are you doing?"

"Hey, hey, hey, let go!"

"Brother, the network administrator is just to let you make a seat, not to, not to…"

...

After a chaotic war, the scene finally calmed down. Wang Wenzhe was pressed back to his seat, and at this time he could finally see the situation in front of him.

In the narrow and narrow space, eight retro computers are placed in an L-shaped wall, and the old black and white lump-shaped monitors can basically be classified as antiques.

The three ventilation fans on the top of his head were spinning weakly, making a "crunch, crunch" noise, but his eyes were attracted by the picture displayed on his screen.

What was being shown in front of him was the game scene of StarCraft, the classic LOST    TEMPER map. All the maps that can be seen in the picture are filled with the turrets of the gods. A bunch of farmers gathered the mines into a group, forming an abstract painting of Van Gogh in Wang Wenzhe's mind...

The air inside was very poor, and the heavy inferior cigarettes mixed with the smell of sweat, which made people feel suffocated and his mind began to get even more messy. Finally, he realized that things were going to be big, when his eyes fell on his hands...

What kind of hands are these? They are fair and slender, with clear joints and tight skin. Except for the pen holding, there are no traces of calluses...

Wang Wenzhe was very sure that his hands had not looked so good after graduating from college. It was obvious that these were hands that had not had time to experience social slap. They should not appear on his body at all. He was not worthy!

Wang Wenzhe quickly calmed down his experience of being an undercover reporter for many years, and then found that he could no longer bear the turbid air inside the room that was almost suffocating him.

"Sorry, I just had a nightmare, I'll leave first."

Wang Wenzhe dropped this sentence, stood up immediately, and walked out of the small Internet cafe.

The people around him hurriedly followed Wang Wenzhe and chased him out.

...

In the small Internet cafe, no, it should be said that outside the computer game room, Wang Wenzhe took a deep breath and instantly felt that he was much more energetic and his emotions began to stabilize. It was just that his companions who played all night together chased him out.

Wang Wenzhe glanced at the face that was three-point strange, seven-point familiar and strange, and subconsciously asked: "You are, Wang Yubo?"

"Fuck? You really hit a ghost today? I don't know each other anymore?" Wang Yubo said angrily.

It actually makes sense to be angry.

There is a kind of fate called being born on the same day of the same year, the same sex, the same surname, the same classmate and the same deskmate...

So the two have always been good friends in high school.

Well, yes, it's just high school.

Although the straight-line distance between the two of them was no more than two kilometers, their contact gradually faded due to some reasons. After graduation, they naturally lost contact.

But Wang Wenzhe knew that after graduating from university, Wang Yubo returned to this small town in northwestern Hubei and became a glorious procuratorate soldier. He began his own journey of bravely exploring the world, and from then on, his life had no intersection.

I don't know what happened after that.

After more than twenty years, when I saw this young face again, my emotions could only be mixed.

"Come on, come on, meet nineteen..."

"Come on, come on, meet in 1998..."

The song floated along the air, causing Wang Wenzhe's thoughts to dissipate again. He could already be sure that he had encountered a strange thing that violated physics and materialist philosophy.

Wang Wenzhe asked: "Xiao Wang, what years is this year?"

He spoke very casually. In theory, the young man around him called him uncle and would not suffer any loss.

"Get out! I'm too lazy to pay attention to you. I'll go home first. If my dad wants to call your house, remember to say that I slept at your house last night, and I'll meet at Wenshan Square at 2:00 in the afternoon. Remember to comfort Zhu Lin, otherwise she will give up going to the provincial capital to study for a tutor, and don't cry for me! We'll go to the provincial capital tomorrow."

After saying that, Wang Yubo shook his head in a daze and left.

...

Although this guy did not answer this question directly, Wang Wenzhe had already roughly known that it should be the summer vacation of the college entrance examination in 1999.

The dusty memory begins to rewind.

This year, he took the college entrance examination and his total score of 503 in the liberal arts department was just past the second-tier line, but it was very embarrassing. In this era, he filled out his application before the exam. Therefore, the three second-tier schools he applied to were all less than ten points without exception.

The good news is that this year, the National Planning and Development Commission and the Ministry of Education jointly issued an emergency notice a month before the college entrance examination. On the basis of the 230,000 enrollment at the beginning of the year, the number of college admissions increased by 337,000.

So when he had the opportunity to choose a school-choice fee of 30,000 yuan, he could choose to go to a second-tier school without skipping to a third-tier school.

The family chose to pay because he was the only son in the family.

The money at this node should have been paid and can't be recovered.

The money is still borrowed!

Because Wang Wenzhe remembered it very clearly, when he advised Zhu Lin to go to the provincial capital to attend Chunan University of Finance and Economics to become a professor, he had already obtained the admission letter from Chunan University of Nationalities.

That's right, Zhu Lin is his high school girlfriend.

The point where Wang Wenzhe and Wang Yubo are destined is that their girlfriends are also very good friends.

This is also the reason why the two broke off after college.

He broke up with Zhu Lin, and he was very bad in this matter.

Wang Yubo is more principled than him in this regard. After graduating from college, he married his girlfriend who he had started talking about since high school.

...

His mind was messy, but this did not prevent him from subconsciously taking the bus home.

His family lives in the factory.

In 1999, the factory area did not have such a high-end entertainment venue as a computer game room.

Along the way, he smelled the black smoke that exploded when the old diesel engine started, and looked at the buildings that exceeded six floors along the way outside the window, and he was sure that he was indeed back.

According to the principles of physics, the latter one probably died and passively abandoned his wife and children.

After accepting the reality, Wang Wenzhe began to consider a very important issue.

Congratulations solo!

Are you dead?

No, death must be a complete death. After being hit by so many swords, he can still survive. That is Wukong, that person is not worthy of...

But are you alive?

After all, he was a roommate in college for four years, and Wang Wenzhe really wanted him to death at this time.

Fortunately, tomorrow is the day for school registration, so Grandpa Sui has to go to see his grandson.

After seeing this, you will know that no matter how well such a thing is covered up, it will reveal flaws, or He Soo-chan dare not appear in front of him.

Now he has more worrying questions to face.

I'm going to see my parents soon...

In 1999, the glass revealed his tender and white face and reminded him that he was only eighteen years old. This year, his parents were 46 and 41, and their dear mother was even two years younger than when he was hung up.

It's very urgent to get along with parents of the same age...
Chapter completed!