The street is still the same, the building is still the same, and even the broken street lamp has not changed. Chen Hansheng stood at the door of his house. He originally wanted to knock on the door gently, but when he raised his hand, there was a "dong-dong" sound. He couldn't help shouting: "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 sight. As she opened the door, she scolded rudely: "What are you making noisy about? The whole building can hear you." The voice is so grown up that you don’t even take the key when you go out.”
“It’s still a familiar recipe, and it still has a familiar taste.” Chen Hansheng thought to himself.
The environment has a memory function. For example, on a thundering night, the staff on duty at the Forbidden City often see palace maids walking on the painted red walls. It is said that this is because when there was thunder in the past, the magnetic field memorized the previous scenes. Down storage to the wall.
Chen Hansheng was still a little nervous at first, but his mother Liang Meijuan's words suddenly brought him back to the memory of 17 years ago, and there was almost no change in the way he got along with her.
Entering the house with his mother’s eager eyes, Chen Hansheng didn’t feel much at all. 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 I don’t know how to turn on the air conditioner. Where is my dad? "
Liang Meijuan took out the iced watermelon from the refrigerator and said, "I'll turn on the air conditioner as soon as I get back. Your dad hasn't gotten off work yet."
Seeing the iced watermelon, Chen Hansheng said. "Hehe" smiled: "My mother still loves me."
"There is only one mouth left."
Liang Meijuan was actually quite satisfied when she looked at her lively son. Still pretending to be stern: "Where's the admission notice?"
Chen Hansheng threw the envelope containing the admission notice casually on the dining table: "Here it is."
"I'm going to die!" "
Liang Meijuan quickly picked it up and made sure that there was no watermelon juice on the envelope. Then she hit Chen Hansheng with a spatula moderately and said, "You little bastard, do you still want to go to college?"
Liang Meijuan carefully took out the admission notice and looked at the red cover, "We hereby admit Chen Hansheng to study in the 'Public Management Major'. Please present this notice to report to our school on September 1, 2002." This sentence made him smile even more.
Although domestic universities began to expand enrollment in 1999, the current influence is not that far-reaching, and the value and reputation of college students can be maintained for a while.
In particular, none of Liang Meijuan’s nephews were admitted to college. Although her own son was not very obedient, he was still very good at studying.
Although it is only the second book, you can still take the postgraduate entrance examination in the future.
Liang Meijuan was thinking about Chen Hansheng wolfing down half of the watermelon, patting his belly and going to the bathroom to take a shower. Only then did Liang Meijuan react: "Let the water boil for 10 minutes first, otherwise you will catch a cold."
Now we still have solar water heaters at home, and we have to burn them for a while before taking a shower, Chen HanshengHe refused to listen, picked up his clothes and walked in: "On such a hot day, of course it will be more comfortable to take a cold shower."
"You bastard!"
Liang Meijuan couldn't help but persuade her. She could only leave it to Chen Hansheng. She turned her head and looked at the admission notice again, suddenly feeling 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 four more years, Lao Chen and I can relax and help take care of our grandchildren. We will have nothing else to do in this life."
This is Hong Kong Liang Meijuan, a middle-aged woman in the city, is looking forward to her little life.
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Chen Hansheng took a quick cold shower, and then stared blankly at himself in the mirror. He was young, healthy, and energetic. Just an 18-year-old face.
If you open your eyes, you can always find a depth that is beyond your age.
Chen Hansheng suddenly stretched out his finger, poked the mirror heavily and said: "Since I have been sent back, I must do something. Although I will not be short of money for normal development, but in that case How boring!"
At this time, Chen Hansheng heard the sound of the iron door and the voices in the living room. He calmed down his serious expression, put on a loose home shirt and underwear, and walked out of the door and shouted. : "Old Chen is back!"
Standing in the living room is a tall, middle-aged handsome guy. Chen Hansheng looks sixty-nine times like him.
This is Chen Hansheng’s father, Chen Zhaojun, but their personalities are very different.
Chen Zhaojun talks very little, and Liang Meijuan often says that he "can't beat a fart for a long time." However, this son has an active mind and doesn't care much about rules.
So even when his only son greeted him, Chen Zhaojun just said a faint "Hmm". However, noticing that Chen Hansheng had just taken a shower and there were still water drops on his back, Chen Zhaojun silently walked over to increase the temperature of 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 bang: "Okay, Chen Hansheng, learn how to do it secretly." "Smoking?"
This is the Hongjinling "seized" by Chen Hansheng from his class teacher, Lao Xu. He forgot to hide it just now, but Liang Meijuan found it.
Chen Hansheng's expression didn't change much: "Old Xu forced it on me. He said that my performance in the college entrance examination was average, so he gave me a pack of cigarettes to comfort me."
"Fart! ”
Liang Meijuan didn’t believe it at all: “How can a class teacher give cigarettes to students? Chen Zhaojun, you still don’t care about your son.”
Chen Zhaojun doesn’t want to get involved in the “war” between mother and son. He was about to quietly walk into the bedroom, but Liang Meijuan refused to let him go.
Lao Chen glanced at his indifferent son and his angry wife, and finally decided to side with his wife.
“It’s too early to smoke now. Even if you take into account the social needs, you have to wait until you officially go to college.Let’s learn more, I’ll put this pack of cigarettes away first. ”
Chen Zhaojun put the cigarette in his pocket as he spoke. Chen Hansheng thought that after going around and around, he would finally get the advantage of Old Chen, but when he returned from time travel, he was embarrassed not to carry anything in his hand.< /p>
Forget it, this pack of cigarettes can be used as a meeting gift!
Chen Hansheng thought generously, and then the family began to eat. Liang Meijuan discussed with Chen Zhaojun while eating: "Remember to ask for leave!" , then we will send Han Sheng to college together. "
Chen Zhaojun nodded and Chen Hansheng shook his head.
"I'll just report it myself. You can do whatever you need to do. ”
Liang Meijuan glared: “It’s several hundred kilometers away, and there are still thousands of dollars in tuition.” ”
“I’m still holding it. "Chen Hansheng said.
Chen Hansheng never asked his parents to send him reports before, and even more so now. However, in 2002, he basically paid in cash for college. At that time, he took a bus with thousands of dollars in his pocket, and his mood was It’s also very nervous.
“Also. ”
Chen Hansheng paused and said: “If our family’s conditions were not suitable for applying for student loans, and I wouldn’t bother to use fake materials to take advantage of the country, I would have applied for a student loan.” "
"Nonsense!
Liang Meijuan put down her chopsticks and said: "Although our family is not rich, we can still support you in college. Don't play tricks on me, and learn some knowledge honestly." "
Liang Meijuan knows her son very well, and she has too many ideas that are out of control.
Chen Hansheng didn't listen at all: "In short, I have thought about everything, except for the first semester. , I will never ask you for tuition and living expenses in the future, I will find a way to make money by myself! ”
“You dare! "
Liang Meijuan's eyebrows stood up.
"Why don't you dare! "
Chen Hansheng frowned and replied.
"Chen Zhaojun, make an evaluation! ”
It’s still the old rule. Whenever mother and son have differences, Lao Chen will be the referee. This habit will continue into the future.
Chen Zhaojun thought about it carefully and decided that it was too slow. He said rationally: "Han Sheng is a man, and it is right for him to want to try something new, but he must not fall behind in his studies. "
Seeing that Chen Zhaojun also supported Chen Hansheng, Liang Meijuan was unhappy: "This child was so good when he was a child. Later, you said that boys should cultivate independent character, toughness, and sense of responsibility, and always support him. He came up with some strange ideas, so in the end, he didn't even listen to my mother's words. ”
However, the family democratic vote was 2 to 1, which was formally approved by Chen Hansheng’s proposal of “reporting alone” and “working to make money”. Liang Meijuan was still depressed when she rested at night.
Chen Zhaojun comforted his wife: "Han Sheng may not be the best at studying, but if you pay attention, his practical ability and emotional intelligence are better than many of his peers. This will become more obvious after he enters the society. ”
In his previous life, Chen Han was promoted to universityHe started his own business right after graduating from school. After repeated failures and repeated failures, he finally succeeded. The resilience and communication skills actually had a lot to do with Lao Chen’s deliberate cultivation.
"Little bastard, you are starting to become sensible without even realizing it."
Liang Meijuan murmured to herself.
Lao Chen chuckled: "My son has just grown up."
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