I really don't want to be reborn.

What kind of experience is it to see the girl you like hugging and kissing someone else?

If there was no Zhihu in 2003, Chen Hansheng would have gone crazy @Wang Zibo to answer this question.

Wang Zibo would probably say that his mind was blank at that moment, and his entire trachea seemed to be pressed down, blocking his throat and feeling very uncomfortable. His heart first beat nervously, and then it felt like it was being cut by a knife.

Wang Zibo couldn't help but open his mouth and take a deep breath into his lungs. The wine in his stomach was also rolling, but he was still pretending to be strong on his face: "How do I know where they are going to live?"

Chen Hansheng looked at Wang Zibo: "I guess they might go to the Internet cafe to play games all night, or go to karaoke."

Wang Zibo forced a smile, which was even uglier than crying: "Maybe."

At this time, Zhao Zheng and Huang Hui happened to pass by the car window hand in hand. They didn't know that there was a sad person sitting in this taxi, and they had drunk some wine, so they pecked each other mouth to mouth from time to time.

Wang Zibo forced himself to lower his head.

Chen Hansheng was still analyzing carefully beside him: "Either is possible, but it is absolutely impossible to go to a hotel. What are a man and a woman doing in a hotel? How can they play games all night without a computer..."

"Stop talking!"

Before Chen Hansheng finished speaking, Wang Zibo suddenly threw the flowers in the car in anger, and the bright petals scattered everywhere.

This was the first time that Wang Zibo got so angry in front of Chen Hansheng. Chen Hansheng also turned his head and looked out the window in silence.

The driver's mouth moved. He wanted to say something, but he touched the 100 yuan bill in his pocket and endured it.

After Wang Zibo roared, he suddenly covered his mouth, quickly opened the car door and vomited on the side of the road, mixed with tears and snot.

Chen Hansheng was about to get off the car to comfort them, when the driver handed him a roll of paper from the front: "Take it, I was young once, and I understand the feeling of heartache."

"Thank you." Chen Hansheng thanked him.

After getting off the car, Chen Hansheng handed the paper over, and Wang Zibo took it without saying a word. He looked up and saw Zhao Zheng and Huang Hui leaning against each other, gradually disappearing on the road ahead.

1912 was still noisy, and there were people who were happy on the street, but there were also a lot of people crying. Alcohol can indeed paralyze people's nerves in a short period of time.

"Do you have a cigarette?"

Wang Zibo wiped his tears and asked suddenly.

Chen Hansheng took out a cigarette and lit it for Wang Zibo himself.

"Hu..."

Wang Zibo smoked a cigarette, and regardless of the clothes he had saved for lunch, he sat on the ground and spoke with a heavy nasal tone: "Xiao Chen, this world is no longer romantic. Enthusiasm is regarded as licking dogs."

Chen Hansheng sighed and patted Wang Zibo on the shoulder: "Zibo, your three views are very positive, but unfortunately your facial features are not good. Love is never licked. Both parties must have the characteristics of attracting each other."

Wang Zibo was a little confused: "Don't I have any advantages?"

"Yes, and many."

Chen Hansheng flicked the ash and said: "It's just that you didn't show it correctly, or your advantages are not liked by Huang Hui. I reminded you to change people quickly, but you are stubborn, and Huang Hui is also deliberately hanging you."

"You said so much, but you were a licking dog like me in the early years."

Wang Zibo said sullenly, "When you were chasing Xiaoyuer, you always pretended to ask for help with your homework after class. You thought we didn't understand. It was so funny!"

He finished speaking in a venting tone, and threw his cigarette butt heavily on the ground. The cigarette butt with sparks rolled for a long time before stopping.

Chen Hansheng looked up at the sky. There was not a single floating cloud in the blue sky. He said slowly, "Do you really think Xiaoyuer has no feelings for me?"

Wang Zibo was stunned for a moment.

"I did pretend to ask for help with my homework."

Chen Hansheng said in a faint tone, "But have you ever thought about why Xiaoyuer didn't go out to play immediately during the break, but deliberately waited in his seat for a while."

This sentence was like a bolt from the blue, hitting Wang Zibo's heart. It has been less than two years since high school, and those memories are still very clear.

"No wonder, after Xiaoyuer finishes class, she always likes to stay in her seat for two minutes before leaving."

Wang Zibo suddenly realized: "So she was waiting for you... No, why did she reject you later?"

"Because at that time, no one thought it was love."

Chen Hansheng smiled: "I only realized it later. In fact, I didn't pursue Xiaoyuer seriously. This relationship happened in a muddle, which means that there was already a foundation for love."

"It happened in a muddle, and you accepted it?"

Wang Zibo asked hesitantly.

"Otherwise, Xiaoyuer is so beautiful, why shouldn't I accept it?"

Chen Hansheng patted his butt and stood up: "Let's go, let's go drink again."

Wang Zibo had this plan a long time ago, and immediately got in the car.

Although the driver couldn't speak, he wanted to express his thoughts. The music radio in the car was playing Lin Zhixuan's "Single Love Song".

I can't catch love;

I always watch her slip away;

There are happy people everywhere in the world;

Why can't I be one of them.

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Wang Zibo started to cry again as he listened, tears falling silently along his dark cheeks, the neon lights outside the car reflected in his tears, crystal clear.

The driver saw Wang Zibo crying and smiled smugly. It was obvious that he thought his methods were still good. People who were heartbroken should cry.

Chen Hansheng felt helpless: "Damn, the driver is so dramatic."

The two stopped at a crayfish stall in Xianning University Town. Chen Hansheng ordered a large pot of lobsters and a whole box of beer. The two drank and talked about their previous campus stories.

With someone to accompany and talk, Wang Zibo felt much better.

At around 11:30, a box of beer was quickly drunk under the stimulation of spicy crayfish.

"Would you like another box?" Wang Zibo asked.

Chen Hansheng shook his head: "After talking so much, I suddenly miss Xiaoyuer. This place is not far from Dongda University. I want to go see her."

"Will she come down to see you?"

Wang Zibo said drunkenly: "Xiaoyuer is not an ordinary girl. She is arrogant."

"So you call their dormitory."

Chen Hansheng handed over the phone: "Just say that I was drunk downstairs and vomited stomach acid."

"Fuck, let me lie again."

Wang Zibo took the phone dissatisfiedly. The two came to the downstairs of the girls' building of Dongda Xianning Campus. Wang Zibo picked up the phone and dialed: "Hello, is this Xiao Rongyu?"

"Oh, wait a minute."

A girl on the phone shouted: "Xiaoyuer, looking for you."

After a while, Xiao Rongyu asked: "Hello, who is this?"

"Xiaoyuer, I'm Wang Zibo."

"Zibo, why are you calling my dormitory?"

"That, that..."

Wang Zibo glanced at Chen Hansheng, but he was still too embarrassed to lie.

Chen Hansheng came over and yelled "Wow, wow" twice into the phone, pretending to vomit, and patted Wang Zibo's head to tell him to speak quickly.

"Well, Xiao Chen is downstairs from you. He vomited a lot and even cried..."

"Fuck, when did I cry? Don't make up stories about me!"

Chen Hansheng kicked Wang Zibo in dissatisfaction. "

"This is more realistic, and Xiaoyuer will be easier to come down. "

Wang Zibo touched his buttocks and said that he participated in Chen Hansheng's deceptive story and even forgot his own tragic experience. This can be regarded as an alternative solution.

There were few people downstairs in the girls' dormitory late at night. Chen Hansheng couldn't help yawning while waiting. He thought that the girls were really slow to change clothes, and rubbed his eyes impatiently.

But this rubbing was good. He didn't wash his hands after eating spicy crayfish just now, and the smell all rushed into his eyes.

"Fuck!"

His eyes immediately felt hot and painful, and Chen Hansheng was about to find a tissue to wipe it.

Suddenly, someone said next to him: "I thought you never cry?"

This was Xiaoyuer's voice. Chen Hansheng tried hard to open his eyes that were stimulated and misty with tears. Xiaoyuer was standing beside him. She handed over a stack of tissues with a complicated expression on her face.

"It's really a match made in heaven. "

Chen Hansheng didn't take the tissues directly. He suddenly pulled Xiao Rongyu into his arms, hugged her tightly and whispered in her ear: "If I didn't really miss you, how could I get drunk and cry?"

As he spoke, he winked mischievously at Wang Zibo behind him.

Bad brother, learn from me!