When he walked to the lake, he was blown by the cool breeze and retched several times.
The cell phone rang, Luo Xiaofei let go of the hand that was holding Chen Zihan, opened her small bag and took out the cell phone.
Not knowing who called, Luo Xiaofei actually started arguing with the other party.
Chen Zi Han broke free from her hand and leaned against the willow tree by the lake, catching his breath.
Another wave of nausea came over him, and he subconsciously spat into the lake.
However, he didn't expect that he would miss a step and lose his balance.
In a daze, he only heard the woman's scream and the coldness of the world.
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"Zi Han, wake up quickly."
Chen Zi Han was awakened by a voice while he was drowsy.
"Damn, where am I?" Chen Zi Han couldn't help but shiver at the feeling of being wet and cold all over.
"I told you to drink less, but you didn't listen. Look, you almost fell into the lake and drowned." The speaker was a young-looking black-faced boy with two black hairs on his lips.
Chen Zihan frowned even more tightly.
Why does this guy look so familiar?
The black boy with a youthful face said with a hint of indignation, "I didn't expect you to actually flirt with Luo Xiaofei. You're just a freshman, and Luo Xiaofei is a sophomore at Zhijiang Medical University who's the most beautiful of all. It's a wonder she'd be attracted to you!"
"Also, you said before, don't give up the whole forest for a single tree. Remember what you said, Zhijiang University is full of beautiful girls, seven years is enough time for you to have fun."
“…”
Seeing Chen Zihan staring at him, the black boy couldn't help but curse, "You swam around the West Lake, and you're still not awake?"
Chen Zihan felt a little uneasy and couldn't help but interrupt the black boy: "Who are you?"
"..." The black boy was stunned for a moment, then his face turned angry: "You motherfucker, you can't even recognize me? I'm Wang Zhenjun!"
Chen Zihan's eyes suddenly widened.
Wang Zhenjun was his classmate for thirteen years in junior high school, high school and college, and they had been very close friends since childhood.
But Wang Zhenjun already had a big belly and little hair!
I heard a crisp "BB" sound and turned to see someone pulling out a Motorola pager from their waistband. After glancing at it for a moment, they walked towards a pay phone. Someone was walking towards me, talking on a cell phone. It turned out to be an antique Nokia 5110.
"Fuck! Who am I? Where did I come from?" Chen Zihan's legs went limp with excitement. "Where am I now?"
"Are you crazy?" Wang Zhenjun grabbed Chen Zihan's hand and said, "Go back and change your clothes quickly. You're soaked to the skin. You're not afraid of losing face, but I am! Let's go, take a taxi back."
Chen Zihan staggered a few steps, but was eventually pulled away by Wang Zhenjun.
After walking for a while, Chen Zi Han stopped at a corner and looked around.
The scenery of West Lake is still beautiful at night, but there is no shadow of Leifeng Pagoda on the left.
The Baochu Pagoda on the right stands silently in the night, but the tower is pitch black and there are no beautiful lights illuminating it.
After walking a few more steps, Chen Zihan glanced at the electronic clock in the lakeside shop - September 11, 2001, 20:20.
"Hahaha!" Chen Zi Han couldn't help but laugh wildly in his heart.
It is no longer 2020, the Gengzi Year in the lunar calendar, the year that many people cannot bear to look back on, but 2001, the day when I first entered college.
Damn life, really started all over again!
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