The perfect future of rebirth

Zhao's father frowned: "It's not that there is no room at home, why don't you sleep at home?"

After Fan Baobao went to university, Li Yuan and Fan Beibei lived in Zhao Fusheng's bedroom. Zhao's father and Zhao's mother shared a room. If Zhao Fusheng came home, Zhao's mother could sleep with Li Yuan. one room.

After coughing dryly, Zhao Fusheng glanced at his father with a half-smile, then shook his head: "Dad, I don't want to be like my mother and go out to move bricks in the middle of the night."

"Ok?"

Father Zhao was taken aback, and before he could speak, he saw Mama Zhao stand up abruptly, and glared at her son: "Boy, get out of here, there won't be any buses in a while."

His intuition told Father Zhao that something was wrong, but since his son was at home, he didn't want to ask too many questions, so he could only watch Zhao Fusheng being pushed out of the house by his wife.

When Zhao's mother turned around, Zhao's father asked strangely: "What are you doing moving bricks in the middle of the night?"

"It's okay, it's okay, that kid is talking nonsense." Mother Zhao smiled awkwardly and said casually.

"Oh." Dad Zhao didn't think much about it.

But at this moment, Zhao Fusheng was strolling leisurely in his own community.

This happened when he was in high school. Once when Zhao Fusheng got up to go to the bathroom in the middle of the night, he saw his mother moving three bricks from the door. He followed his mother curiously, watching her walk into the bedroom , and pressed the brick on the quilt on his side.

At the beginning, Zhao Fusheng didn't understand, but later he heard his mother chatting with Li Yuan, complaining that his father didn't sleep honestly at night, and he finally understood.

As a smart son, Zhao Fusheng would definitely not expose his mother, so he would occasionally use it to tease him.

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When we returned to the dormitory, only Wen Yu was playing stand-alone games on the computer in boredom. Of course, the other two guys must have gone with their girlfriends.

"What's the matter, have you been abandoned?" Zhao Fusheng said to Wen Yu with a smile.

Wen Yu nodded: "That's right, that bastard Wang Zhen, after having a girlfriend, he pretended to create a space for me to move around alone, but he spent all day next to Dong Chenxi."

"Understand, after all, that guy has been single for so many years." Zhao Fusheng joked with a smile: "His left hand hasn't protested yet, so you can be content."

"Ah?" Wen Yu was taken aback for a moment, and then he understood what Zhao Fusheng meant.

Regarding the important issue between the left hand and the girlfriend, I believe that many male compatriots have their own understanding.

"By the way, let me ask you something." After playing the game for a while, Wen Yu suddenly asked Zhao Fusheng.

"What's wrong?" Zhao Fusheng raised his head.

"That day when Kaixuan and I were fighting with someone, Qin Wentao rushed over to help, do you know what happened?" Wen Yu looked at Zhao Fusheng and asked seriously.

"Then what's the matter, a class, he can't stand by and watch?" Zhao Fusheng said indifferently.

Of course he knew why, but there was no way to say this. He couldn't tell Wen Yu that Qin Wentao made the move because of his relationship with him.

"He's not that kind of person." Wen Yu pouted, shook his head, and said nothing more.

Since he didn't ask any more questions, and Zhao Fusheng didn't mention it anymore, the two simply went about their own business.

In the evening, both Wang Zhen and Tan Kaixuan returned to the dormitory, the four of them chatted for a while, and heard that Yu Wenyu said a few words about the beautiful young girl from the freshman side of the college recently, so they turned off the lights and went to sleep.

When Zhao Fusheng woke up the next day, Wang Zhen and Tan Kaixuan had disappeared, and it seemed that they had gone to dinner with his girlfriend. Regarding this kind of abuse of single dogs, he had no choice but to express his contempt, so he could only tell Wen The two of Yu went to the cafeteria to have breakfast together, and then came to the classroom.

When I entered the door, I saw Tan Kaixuan and Hu Xia bored with it. I don't know what Tan Kaixuan said. Hu Xia's cheeks were slightly red, and he giggled.

"Why, when I see Lao Tan now, I want to kick him." Wen Yu said to Zhao Fusheng, holding the book and notes.

Zhao Fusheng shrugged: "Because he hurt you, he just laughed it off..."

"Well, it makes sense." Wen Yu nodded, agreeing with Zhao Fusheng's words.

It wasn't until the class was about to start that Wang Zhen hurried over and sat down beside Zhao Fusheng and the others with a happy expression on his face.

"Can you stop smiling?" Wen Yu said angrily, obviously, Wang Zhen's smile really stimulated him.

"If I don't laugh, am I crying?" Wang Zhen replied.

Taking a deep breath, Wen Yu controlled himself not to kick the guy next to him out, turned his head and said to Zhao Fusheng: "Old Zhao, have lunch with me at noon."

Zhao Fusheng laughed: "Okay, it must."

There is no way, two people in the dormitory have girlfriends now, only he and Wen Yu are left alone, the two of them naturally have to eat together, otherwise it would be too desolate to be alone.

After lunch, Zhao Fusheng and Wen Yu went back to the dormitory because there was no class in the afternoon.

Zhao Fusheng made some calculations, he really didn't have any big things to do recently, Zheng Yao was busy shooting commercials for Zhu Yushi and expanding the company's scale.On the National Day, Mu Qingqing promised to go to the capital to write a song, and take a look at Fan Baobao by the way.Then rent a house for Wang Zhen and move the computer and server there.

Then, Zhao Fusheng realized that he had become an idler.

September in the north is undoubtedly the best weather. The breeze caresses people's faces, and the wicker swings back and forth in the direction of the wind, like the pendulum of a quartz clock.

Zhao Fusheng was lying on the bed in the dormitory, Wen Yu was still playing games with his computer, yelling, cursing for a while, smiling for a while, as if he was deeply involved.

Zhao Fusheng has long been used to this. It is not surprising that he was addicted to games. He agreed to experience it in his previous life. At that time, he was more deeply involved in it than Wen Yu is now. There are more and more Internet cafes in China. How many boys between the ages of 2000 and 15 have never been to an Internet cafe?

Of course, at this moment, most people surf the Internet to play stand-alone games, or to play forums, browse the web, and go to certain web chat rooms.

That little penguin hadn't come into everyone's sight yet. Zhao Fusheng remembered that he had read an article that mentioned that on the new year's day of the millennium, Mr. Ma also played a guest role as a service staff and chatted with penguin users.

"Well, do you want to complain at that time?" A certain person was lying on the bed, thinking quite bored.

Chapter 1 Eleven: Housewarming

Although the years have smoothed our edges and corners, the child living inside of us still doesn't want to grow up.

Once upon a time, Zhao Fusheng looked at himself in the mirror, as if he was looking at the time in the mirror. There was a smile on the corner of his mouth, vicissitudes in the corner of his eyes, and short gray hair. He was a middle-aged man who was defeated in life.

But now, he knows that there is still a chance for everything, and everything can be repeated.

As long as you are willing to fight, one day, the world will know that you have been here.

It is said that poverty limits people's imagination, and Zhao Fusheng thinks so. When Tan Kaixuan bought Tomson Yipin, there happened to be a very popular post on Tianya called "Tomson, why are you fooling our IQ! ", in the article, the author ridiculed the house price of tens of thousands of yuan per square meter, and ten years later, the price of Tomson Yipin was 34.

34, one square meter!

Zhao Fusheng does not hope that one day in the future, he or his children will look at the news on the Internet and feel that there is such an expensive house.

Poverty is not wrong, what is wrong is living in poverty.

Of course, it does not mean that it is wrong for a person to have ideals, ideals are a good thing, but the premise of practicing ideals is that you have to feed yourself and your family, right?

Zhao Fusheng is not a moral model. He can't do things like sacrificing the ego to achieve the big ego, and it's not that noble. Zhao is at best a petty citizen with extreme egoism.