While drinking, Chen Bo's past was mixed with emotion, like beer in a bottle, poured out by his complex mood and poured into the cup. Some of them could not be hung for long on cold nights, while others lay alone in the cup for a long time, and eventually they would be drunk by him in one sip.

Troubles and sorrows, feelings and sadness, pour out and drink them in.

Chen Bo's story is like a replayed movie, and Gou Shuhan is the only viewer.

Gou Shuhan originally held his cousin for so long, reminiscing about the past, bragging, and then went back. As a result, in Chen Bo's nagging words, he roughly listened to Chen Bo's story over the years, and the past that had been buried in his heart slowly emerged.

Gou Shuhan looked at the time. It was past one o'clock in the morning and he had to go to work tomorrow.

"I have to go to work tomorrow. Do you still have a public morality?"

After Gou Shuhan accompanied Chen Bo to drink a glass of beer, he thought of this classic line in his mind.

The two of them drank two beer together. At first, they drank fast, but later they slowed down. After all, they were in their thirties, not a young man of seventeen or eighteen years old.

Chen Bo drinks a lot and Gou Shuhan drinks a little. For those who don’t know how to drink, this little drink is a life-threatening party, but for Chen Bo and Gou Shuhan who grew up in the mountains, this little drink is really nothing.

The two of them did not persuade each other to drink, nor did they say anything boldly that they would finish drinking before leaving.

But, after all, the wine was finished.

After drinking, Gou Shu used the excuse to go to the toilet, then bought the order, and came back to tell his cousin Chen Bo that it was getting late and he had to go to work tomorrow morning, and asked Chen Bo where he would sleep at night.

Chen Bo burped and said, "I have been staying in a hotel for more than ten days."

Gou Shuhan thought to himself, the accommodation expenses are very high, and he wanted to invite him to stay at home for a few days. The words were right? He swallowed them again, thinking to himself, "I have to go back and discuss this with my mother and wife."

The two chatted for a few more times, and then Chen Bo called the waiter and said he wanted to pay the bill. Gou Shuhan said softly that the bill had already been bought.

Chen Bo was very unhappy. How could his cousin rush to pay the bill? But he felt that his cousin was very good, so he couldn't help but pat Gou Shuhan on the shoulder? He started to talk again.

Seeing this, Gou Shuhan called two drivers on the mobile APP? He simply chatted with Chen Bo patiently.

After a while, the delegate driver arrived? The two brothers said farewell reluctantly.

Before leaving, Chen Bo held Gou Shuhan's hand? He kept saying: "Brother, I really want to go back to 2011!"

On the way back? Gou Shuhan leaned against the back seat and fell asleep with a little drunkenness.

Waiting to the road outside the residence, the driver woke him up and asked him which community he parked.

There is no spacious parking lot in the community where Gou Shuhan rents a house? At this time, don’t expect another location, so he asked the driver to park on the side of the road? Get off the car and walk back slowly.

It was almost 2:30 in the morning when I got home. I cleaned up, took a shower, lay in the bed, and couldn't sleep.

Looking at his wife lying beside him, recalling the past, his mind became clearer and clearer.

Perhaps it was alcohol that started to cause excitement.

Or maybe it was what Chen Bo said when he was leaving.

Gou Shuhan thought, can he go back to the past?

If I could go back to 2011, I would definitely spend all my money to buy a house.

I can't help but sigh again, good fortune is so good!

But time cannot be reversed, the past cannot be changed, so I can only reminisce.

What was Gou Shuhan doing in 2011?

I haven't written the story on Gou Shuhan's computer seriously for a long time.

He simply got up, opened the computer lightly, waited for a while, and found the folder named "Returning to the Hometown of Poverty".

The name of this folder is very consistent with his own mood. After working in Shenzhen for more than ten years, he was unable to return home in glory and could only return to his hometown in poverty.

There are five documents in the folder. Gou Shuhan clicked on the document titled "I Love You in Big City, But Goodbye", and looked forward and found the beginning of the part of memory in 2011.

How should we describe the rapid passage of time? Gou Shuhan thought to himself, forget it, I can’t sleep anyway, just look at the story he wrote.

...

February 2, 2011, New Year's Eve.

I returned to my hometown in western Hunan to celebrate the New Year with my mother.

I arrived at home at noon on New Year's Eve.

My home is a wooden house, dilapidated. Looking from a distance, I always feel that it will collapse at any time.

This is the third wooden house built by our family in my memory.

In the first building, my memory was very vague. I was only two or three years old at that time. I only remember that every summer, there were many young sisters coming to play in the thirst farm in front of our house. I would walk naughtyly between the thighs of the sisters in the village, looking up at their fair and slender thighs, as if I had walked into the white wood forest by myself.

Later, we wanted to build a hydropower station, and the entire village immigrated, and our family built a second and third wooden houses. But what is strange is that I remember clearly when I was two or three years old, but I had no impression of the construction of the second and third houses.

I arrived at the door of my house and shouted to the east end, Mom.

My mother ran out with a spatula in her hand. The excitement scene was exactly the same as when I was a child when I made a mistake and she was angry and chased me with a spatula and wanted to hit me. I couldn't help but smile.

But my mother was terrified and said, are you back?

I said, you are a little confused before you get old. I'm back now. Just forget it if you ask nonsense. Why are you still going to cry?

My mother ignored me and hurriedly called me into the room.

I didn't bring anything, and I didn't even bring any clothes for changing.

My mother asked me to sit by the fire pit and muttered, why didn't I bring any things when I got home?

I smiled and told my mother that I am not an outsider. I have to bring you gifts when I get home. Those supplements are all cheating money. I also want to buy some for you, but when I look carefully, I think the content of the advertisement is too exaggerated.

Mom, think about it, if those health products work, how could the rich still grow old?

If this medicine and that medicine have such great effect, so many leaders of the world will not live forever. So, the most important thing is to pay attention to your health and exercise more.

My mother's tears fell down.

I said, hey, why are you crying? Am I back now?

My mother wiped her tears with her sleeve and said, "It's good if you're back, it's good if you're back, and don't do stupid things next time."

My mother is really right about the stupid thing.

Just a few days ago, I sat on the street in Huaqiangbei and saw a little boy about three years old walking anxiously with barefoot. He ended up crying loudly and calling his mother in front of me.

Many people around him pointed at him, but no one took the initiative to ask about anything.

I thought to myself, which child from the family got lost with his parents, so I took the initiative to go forward and coax the little boy, let him sit next to me and wait for his mother to come, but the little boy could not sit still, crying and making trouble.

I had to buy him candy and buy him some small toys toys to coax him.

If you have candy, it’s your father. The little boy started calling me dad, and he was no longer so noisy.

I tease him, do you have many dads, little kid, just call you dad if you give you candy?

But he ate the lollipop, smiled at me, and shouted again, Dad.

I touched his head and said with a smile, "Good son, is your mother good-looking?"

He nodded and said, it looks good.

I said, it’s useless to look good, and anyone can lose it, what do you want her to do?

He was frightened by my harsh look and forgot to chew the sugar in his mouth.

I said, OK, Dad just said it casually, you should eat candy as soon as possible.

Then, I picked up my cell phone, called my girlfriend, and told her that I had picked up a little boy, come and help me.

My girlfriend told me that she would take a while to get off work, and she suggested that I call the police first.

I went to Huaqiangbei just to wait for her to get off work.

I accepted her advice, but before I could call, three men came, one was in his fifties, and the other two young men were about the same age as me.

One of the young men picked up the child and coaxed the child with concern.

Another young man walked up to me and thanked me, saying thank you for helping me take care of you. No matter if the child is lost, the trouble will be great.

I said without being polite, but I was extremely puzzled.

Because the little boy cried very hard and his hands kept waving in the air.

The young man holding him walked away quickly.

Seeing this, I hurriedly shouted, "Hey, wait."

The middle-aged man stopped me, took out his wallet, and said he wanted to thank me and thank me for helping him take care of his grandson.

I saw that the middle-aged man had a fat face and didn't look like a good person no matter how he looked. He didn't accept the money he handed over, but only cared about the situation of the little boy.

The young man holding him walked in a hurry, while another young man followed behind him, and was about to turn into the alley behind Suning Store.

I couldn't care about so much, and shouted: "Human traffickers rob the child!"

Then he spread his legs and ran towards the little boy.

Unexpectedly, the middle-aged man also ran with me and shouted, "Human trafficker, rob my grandson!"

I thought to myself, could this guy be really a little boy grandfather? The two young men in front are human traffickers?

When the two young men saw me running towards them, they not only did not run away, but instead ran towards me.
To be continued...