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, and his mouth

Li couldn't help but shout: "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 reprimanded rudely: "Why are you making such a noise? The whole building can hear your voice. You are such an adult, so go out."

No keys."

"It's still a familiar recipe, and it's still 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 ladies 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 and stored them on 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 of getting along with him.

Entering the house with his mother's eager eyes, Chen Hansheng didn't feel anything 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, "You will turn on the air conditioner as soon as you get back. Your dad hasn't gotten off work yet."

Seeing the iced watermelon, Chen Hansheng smiled: "My mother still loves me."

"There is only one mouth left."

Liang Meijuan looked at her son who was alive and kicking. She was actually quite satisfied, but her tone still pretended to be harsh: "Where is 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 there was no watermelon juice on the envelope. Then she hit Chen Hansheng moderately with a spatula: "Little bastard, do you still want to go to college?"

Liang Meijuan carefully took out the admission notice and smiled even more when she saw the words on 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."

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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, Chen Hansheng devoured half of the watermelon, patted his belly and went 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 a solar water heater at home, and we have to boil it for a while before taking a shower. Chen Hansheng didn't listen, picked up his clothes and walked in: "On such a hot day, of course a cold shower is more comfortable."

"Brat!"

Liang Meijuan couldn't persuade her, so she could only let Chen Hansheng do it. She turned her head and looked at the admission notice again, and suddenly felt 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 will be able to relax and help take care of our grandchildren. We will have nothing else to do in this life."

This is the little day Liang Meijuan, a middle-aged woman in Hong Kong, is looking forward to.

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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. When he covered his eyes, he had 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 will definitely do something. Although I will not be short of money for normal development, it will be 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, walked out of the door and shouted: "Old Chen is back!"

Standing in the living room was a tall and handsome middle-aged man. Chen Hansheng looked very similar to him.

This is Chen Hansheng's father, Chen Zhaojun, but their personalities are very different.

Chen Zhaojun talked very little, and Liang Meijuan often said that he "couldn't fart in a long time." However, this son had an active mind and didn't care much about the 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 droplets on his back, Chen Zhaojun silently walked over and turned up 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, have you learned to smoke secretly?"

This is the Hongjinling that Chen Hansheng "seized" 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: "Lao Xu forced it on me. He said that my performance in the college entrance examination was average. 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 didn't want to get involved in the "war" between mother and son at all, and was planning 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, at least you have to wait until you officially go to college. I will put away this pack of cigarettes first."

As Chen Zhaojun said that, he put the cigarette in his pocket. Chen Hansheng thought that after going around and around, he would finally get the advantage of Old Chen, but he was embarrassed when he returned from time travel and didn't carry anything in his hand.

Forget it, this pack of cigarettes is just a welcome gift!

Chen Hansheng thought generously, and then the family started to eat. Liang Meijuan discussed with Chen Zhaojun while eating: "Remember to ask for leave, and then we will send Hansheng to college together."

Chen Zhaojun nodded and Chen Hansheng shook his head.

"I'll just report it myself, and you can just do whatever you're supposed to do."

Liang Meijuan glared: "It's several hundred kilometers away, and there are still thousands of dollars in tuition fees."

"I'm still carrying it," Chen Hansheng said.

Chen Hansheng never asked his parents to send him to report 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 he was very nervous.

"in addition."

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."

"gab!"

Liang Meijuan put down her chopsticks and said: "Although our family is not rich, we can still provide for you to go to college. Don't play tricks on me, and learn some knowledge honestly."

Liang Meijuan knows her son very well and has too many ideas that are out of control.

Chen Hansheng didn't listen at all: "In short, I have thought about it. Except for the first semester, I will not ask for tuition and living expenses from you in the future. I will find a way to make money by myself!"

"you dare!"

Liang Meijuan's eyebrows stood upright.

"Why don't you dare!"

Chen Hansheng scratched his neck and replied.

"Chen Zhaojun, please make an evaluation!"

It was still the old rule. Whenever mother and son had differences, Lao Chen would be the referee. This habit continued into the future.

Chen Zhaojun thought about it seriously and said calmly: "Han Sheng is a man, and it is right for him to want to try something new, but he cannot fall behind in his studies."

Seeing that Chen Zhaojun also supported Chen Hansheng, Liang Meijuan was unhappy: "How good this kid was when he was a child. Later, you said that boys should develop independent character, toughness, and sense of responsibility. You always supported him to complete some strange ideas, so

Until the end of the training, I didn’t even listen to what I said.”

However, the family democratic vote was 2 to 1, which formally approved 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: "Hansheng may not be the best in studies, but if you pay attention, his practical ability and emotional intelligence are better than many of his peers. This will be more obvious when he enters the society."

In his previous life, Chen Hansheng started his own business right after graduating from university. He struggled and failed again and again, and finally succeeded. His resilience and communication skills actually had a lot to do with Chen's deliberate cultivation.

"Little bastard, you are starting to become sensible before you know it."

Liang Meijuan murmured to herself.

Old Chen chuckled: "My son has just grown up."
Chapter completed!