Drink and don't drive

In the resplendent boxes of the Hongyun International Hotel, a group of well-dressed men and women are swapping cups and drinking blushing.

"Huang total, after the business also please take care of more."
"Huang total, I respect you again a cup, you at will, I dry."
"Mr. Huang, I wish you a prosperous future."
The leading role on the table is called Huang Yu, and basically toasting or flattery has a relationship with him.
"I don't know which woman is lucky enough to marry a man like Mr. Huang."
A face blushes the woman of red carry wine cup, delicate and charming of say.
Thirty-five-year-old Huang Yu, it is the man's energy, experience, ability at the peak of the time, social status gave him a relaxed state of mind, coupled with a good conversation, to attract the attention of women is often the matter.
"Miss Zhang doesn't know that Mr. Huang hasn't got married yet. He's a real diamond."
Immediately someone began to sing.
"It must be that Mr. Huang's eyes are too high to look down upon us."
The woman replied with a smile, and then handed over a name card with both hands. With her eyes moving, she said softly, "Mr. Huang is doing a lot of business, but he needs to find a balance between his family and career."
Huang Yu polite took the name card, but the two people touch the moment, he suddenly felt an itch in the palm, the original Miss Zhang stretched out the index finger in his palm gently sliding, and then affectionately staring at their own.
Huang Yu sprinkled a smile, quietly sit down.
After the party, most of the people on the table have drunk, the beautiful woman surnamed Zhang left, reluctant to part of the one look at Huang Yu.
Huang Yu understood, to make a phone call, she just show a smile.
The subordinate came over and said: "Huang, I send you back."
"No."
Huang Yu waved his hand: "I bought a new house in the opposite community, drive back on the line, also less than 100 meters."
After the underlings had left, Mr. Huang walked slowly back to the Land Rover, leaning back against the leather seat, his face visibly tired.
After every social interaction in addition to the stomach full of wine, the mood is always inexplicable depression, even there is a kind of at a loss of emptiness.
People in rivers and lakes, involuntarily.
"Breathe."
Huang Yu heavily exhaled a turbid air, if vulgar use money to evaluate happiness, in fact, they have been happier than most people, really should not complain more.
open the car stereo, fasten the seat belt ready to start, Huang Yu suddenly touched a hard object in his pocket, the original is the beautiful Miss Zhang's business card.
"Zhang Mingrong, the name is not bad."
Huang Yu smiled, and then gently flick, delicate business card in the night slid through an arc to fall to the ground, then the Land Rover tire mercilessly run over the past.
Adult Vanity Fair is always a joke, who take it seriously who is a fool.
Inside the Land Rover, the strains of "Five Hundred Miles From Home" wafted back and forth.
Ifyou go with my train You'll know I'm gone You'll hear it roar Ahundredmiles away
The lyrics of "Huang Yu" are far from Huang Yu's current life, but the artistic conception deeply affected him. The frequent use of numerals and repetition means to express the hard way of life.
At all times and in all countries, people who have left their homes to make a living are rich and poor, but whether they are rich or poor, the sorrow of parting in their hearts is forever indelible.
"I haven't seen my parents for a long time. Why don't I go and see them all night?"
Such a thought, under the influence of foreign wine, Huang Yu unexpectedly subconsciously turn the steering wheel.
Suddenly, from the side into a burst of dazzling white light, "boom" a heavy ring, Huang Yu did not know what.
"Yu, wake up, the bus is coming to the stop."
in a daze, Huang Yu was awakened by a sound, eyes are dazzling sunshine, head is the sting of wine.
"Damn it, don't drink so much next time."
Huang Yu scold with a frown.
"Yesterday was the last class reunion of my high school and everyone had a lot to drink, and it's okay if you're unhappy in love and drunk."
Talking is a teenager of 17, 18 years old or so, small fat, dark skin, he is a grin: "I would have advised you not to and Xiao Rongyu confession, you must take advantage of the end of the college entrance examination to try a, the results?"
"Like her so much, you also be a waste of death ghost."
The black fat man gloated that finish, see Huang Yu eyes straight at himself, he also some unhappy: "say two words of Xiao Rongyu's bad mouth, you angry?"
"We grew up together as playmates, you and she have only been in high school for three years, I suggest last night as a memory, let it go with the wind."
Looking at him to have been nagging down, Huang Yu could not help interrupting: "who are you?"
"Me!!!!!!!
?"
The young face first surprised, and then became angry, after the vehicle arrived at the station, he pulled up the footsteps of the false Huang Yu off the car, loudly said: "Brokenhearted and not amnesia, I am your brother Wang Zibo, you will not forget your name Huang Yu!"
"Wang Zibo?"
Huang Yu does have a good friend called Wang Zibo, but he is not in China at present.
"Wasn't Wang Zibo in Iraq?"
"The Huang Yu of dog day, now Iraq is so disorderly, the American is preparing to hit saddam, are you curse me to die early?"
This time, Huang Yu was silent because he was staring blankly at the reflective glass on the bus stop platform, which reflected a familiar but unfamiliar teenager with a little hairy beard.
The sky is blue and cloudless, the road is still soil, raised dust in the sun one by one to see very clearly, the roadside barbershop horn wanton playing the loudspeaker.
"To go with you to watch meteor shower falls on this earth, let your tears fell on my shoulder......" combined with the current scenario, plus streets play songs, Huang Yu head a little dizzy, suddenly the formulaic plot will actually happened in his body, and a surge in the stomach, suddenly Huang Yu couldn't help but go to the side of the road vomit up.
Wang Zibo also do not mind, came to pat back comfort way: "vomit over."
Stomach things all vomit light, Huang Yu is also gradually conscious, Wang Zibo now image and memory finally gradually overlap.
"Where are we going now?
Huang Yu raised his head with difficulty.
"Get the admission letter from the school."
Now Wang Zibo is no longer strange, he is a friend of the strange from last night that unending confession.
That said, Huang Yu really remembered that he was and Wang Zibo to go to school to take the admission notice, he is ordinary two, Wang Zibo is a.
This year is not 2019, it's 1999.