In KTV, people drink wine and change cups. They wear suits and shoes.
Thirty three year old Chen Jia lingered in the ecstasy with a foreign wine cup.
He could not even recognize all the men in the room. The reason why he called so and so numbly was that he knew from the bottom of his heart that the people in the room might just be his lifeline.
So he kept his heart to himself and would not refuse anyone who came to drink with him.
I don't know how long it took Chen Jia to drink too much.
He slumped on the sofa, his consciousness gradually blurred.
Sometimes he also thinks, is this life really what he wants? If I had finished college, I would have found a serious girlfriend and a normal job from nine to five
Will you be able to take off your disguise and be true to yourself? Maybe you won't be so tired.
Just thinking of this, Chen Jia laughed at himself and immediately overturned his hypothesis.
He never thought of this when he was in high spirits.
After years of rolling, he clearly knew that people's dreams, or desires, were like a flood with no end.
Before she knew it, Chen Jia fell asleep in the noisy box.
He had a dream that he was back in high school. At that time, he also liked basketball, DOTA and only a girl.
At the end of spring and the beginning of summer, the Qili Fragrance in the campus is in its flowering period, and the unique fragrance wafts in the campus with the breeze.
When she suddenly opened her eyes, Chen Jia looked at the slowly rotating electric fan overhead, feeling both familiar and unfamiliar.
"We stood in the corridor and slapped our palms, but we paid attention to the dragonflies near the window. You followed me closely wherever I went, and many dreams were waiting to be carried out..."
The familiar rhythm of Zhou Dong hit his heart. Before he could taste it carefully, an anxious voice pulled him back from his trance.
"Chen Jia, the first class in the afternoon is the class teacher's class. Get up quickly and stop writing."
This cry is also very familiar. Chen Jia even knows who is talking without looking back. The owner of this voice is the brother and best friend he believes is his life.
But the environment is not right!
Isn't this a high school dormitory?
Why is Zheng Jing's goods here? How can I be here?
Yes, I must be dreaming.
While Chen Jia was thinking, all the students in the dormitory had already gone out. The song of Zhou Dong had come to an end. The song was over, and the first class in the afternoon began.
But Chen Jia, who thought she was in a dream, was still unhurried. She slowly climbed down from the top bunk, washed and dressed, and put on her sneakers slowly. Then she walked out of the bedroom door.
In front of him is the basketball court that has shed countless sweat during his high school years. He walks along the track and field track at the edge of the court to the teaching building. The scorching sun is so real that it doesn't seem to be in a dream.
However, Chen Jia is still immersed in this.
The memory of high school in his mind is gradually becoming clear, and the text knowledge that has long been forgotten is also gradually filling in his mind. It's a wonderful feeling. There is no need to think carefully. Chen Jia knows where his classroom is.
Those who have not been beaten by the society will never know how valuable a carefree academic career is. If all this is a dream, let this dream last longer.
The classroom of Class 1 of Senior Three is on the second floor, but Chen Jiagang just walked to the stairs and saw two students on duty guarding the stairs.
This week, I was on duty in the art class, perhaps because being late is rare in this school. Two girls stood on both sides of the stairs, talking and laughing.
Chen Jia remembered that when he was late in high school, he would be deducted from his class's moral conduct.
This dream is too real. It can be restored in detail.
One of the girls seemed to notice Chen Jia coming. She folded her smile and whispered, "You are late, classmate. What class are you in? What's your name?"
At this time, another girl also paid attention to Chen Jia. When she saw the person clearly, her face was obviously shocked. It was obvious that she knew Chen Jia.
Chen Jia was also stunned. He even remembered the girl's name, Ling Jingjing.
Chen Jiazhi remembers Ling Jingjing not because he has something in common with Ling Jingjing, but because Ling Jingjing is the best friend of his secret crush in high school.
Chen Jiahao, who thought he was in a dream, looked at Ling Jingjing rudely.
The height of 1.7 meters, blue jeans shorts, white T-shirts, flat shoes, long and straight ponytail, and some hasty looks did not affect her beauty and refinement. When she stands and does not speak, she is like a dog tail grass swaying with the wind. It is quiet and natural, which is enough to eclipse any beautiful flower.
"Am I blind? Why was I so determined in high school? If I liked Lingjing at that time, it would be interesting." This was Chen Jiaxin's first idea.
Seeing Chen Jia looking at herself directly, Ling Jingjing was a little angry. She would not show weakness to others because of her character, so she also looked up at Chen Jia's eyes.
After a long time, another girl interrupted the two people's eyes. Seeing that Chen Jia ignored herself, her voice became louder: "Classmate, what do you want to know?"
Chen Jia came back to his senses and almost without thinking, said, "I'm from Class 8. My name is Zhao Xin."
She burst into a quiet smile, which can be said to be pretty. People familiar with her know that her personality is far from her quiet appearance, and she suddenly found that the potential boyfriend of her friend is too shameless.
The girl did not know Chen Jia, nor did she have too much doubt about what Chen Jia said, so she planned to go through the normal procedure, "Come and sign."
Chen Jia went forward with a red face and panting. She was about to sign her stage name with a pen. Ling smiled quietly and said, "Forget it, get to know him. Let him go."
This was the case in high school. Generally, when it was the turn of the class to be on duty, the behavior score of that class in that week was basically full, which was one of the hidden rules that the school defaulted on. This was the same reason as meeting acquaintances.
The female classmate heard Ling Jingjing say that she knew him, but she didn't argue with Chen Jia about every detail, just said lightly: "This will not happen again."
Chen Jia didn't expect that Ling Jingjing would excuse herself, but she unconsciously felt that she was dreaming. Of course, dreaming well is more comfortable.
"Thank you, Lingda's school flower." Chen Jia blurted out her thanks to Ling quietly.
Hearing Chen Jiaru's name, Ling Jingjing's face was full of red.
The name of "school flower" is generally spread among boys, and it is said to her face, especially when other students are present, which makes her somewhat shy.
Chen Jia also ignored Ling Quiet's response. To him, this is a dream that may wake up at any time. What did he do in the dream? Is it so important?
Chen Jia walked slowly to the classroom and stood at the door. He saw a middle-aged man with an iron face in front of the platform. That was Zeng Zhigang, the head teacher.
After many years, Chen Jia is still a little timid about Zeng Zhigang, the part-time head teacher of the school's teaching director. As a student, he subconsciously said, "Teacher, I'm late."
Zeng Zhigang fought back his anger and tried to calm his voice: "Come in."
The students whispered in the sparrow. Needless to say, most of them were discussing the selection of excellent classes this month. Because Chen Jia was late, most of them failed again. As the only top liberal arts class in the whole grade, the collective sense of honor of female students is too strong in the class where yin flourishes and yang declines.
With the college entrance examination approaching, Zeng Zhigang also felt that he should give the students an explanation so that they could review with peace of mind, so he thought a little and made up his mind, "Chen Jia, come to my office after class."
Chen Jia, who was walking towards her seat, was stunned, said hello and sat down in a familiar position.
What he remembered was not the position, but his high school deskmate, Zheng Jing.
"Brother, this is the critical moment. If you dare to be late, I will obey you without holding the wall." When Chen Jia sits down, Zheng Jing almost immediately gives a thumbs up.
"Is it just being late? It's no big deal." Chen Jia said subconsciously.
In his memory, when he and Zheng Jing were in high school, they didn't let the class's excellent evaluation lag behind, which was not a big deal.
Zheng Jing took a look at him and said, "You won't forget that last week you pretended to be the head teacher and signed the application for leave. You went to the Internet cafe to play games openly. At that time, you were caught. Old Zeng almost let you go home to study for yourself until the college entrance exam began..."
With Zheng Jing's words, the memories of Chen Jia's high school are slowly overlapping, and he just remembered it.
The original perfect plan was caught on the spot because the head teacher on the way back from a business trip had something to do. Zheng Jing was okay, but Chen Jia, the mastermind, was almost ordered to go home for self-study.
It has only been a week, and the limelight has not passed yet. He was caught again for being late! No wonder Lao Zeng's face is not quite right.
Chen Jia sighed and said quietly, "So, I'm going to be a big event?"
"More than that." Zheng Jing sighed sadly, "I don't know if I will be persuaded to leave. It must be an absolute thing to call parents."
Then Zheng Jing added gloating: "Don't you always boast about how open-minded your parents are? This time you have a chance to show me."
Chen Jia thought for a while and muttered, "Whatever, I can't sleep that long anyway. When my parents come, I should have woken up long ago."
Although his voice was small, Zheng Jing heard it clearly. He looked at Chen Jia with an idiot's eyes, and then slapped Chen Jia on the back.
"Pa"!
The intense sound echoed in the quiet self-study class. Chen Jia only felt the burning pain in his back, which seemed to pull Chen Jia back to reality.
It hurts! I'm not dreaming?
As if to verify Chen Jia's conclusion, Zeng Zhigang on the podium was also angry. He pointed at Chen Jia and Zheng Jing with trembling fingers, almost growled: "You two go out and stand for me."
