I really don't want to be reborn.

Hongcheng is a small city with a slow pace of life. People who get off work ride bicycles on the streets in groups of three or two. Chen Hansheng and Wang Zibo walk slowly in the afterglow of the sunset. The dusk brings charming light and shadow, stretching the figures of the two people very long.

Chen Hansheng has been looking at the landscape with interest along the way. Some buildings no longer exist after more than ten years, so it feels unreal to witness them again.

Just as he was observing with relish, a crisp bell sound suddenly came from behind. Chen Hansheng looked back and couldn't help complaining in his heart: "On the first day of rebirth, how can I be entangled with them?"

It turned out that Chen Hansheng and Wang Zibo were walking slowly, and they were soon caught up by Xiao Rongyu and the group of classmates riding bicycles.

Wang Zibo also waved politely, Chen Hansheng thought it was troublesome and turned his head away pretending not to see it, but Xiao Rongyu called him.

"Chen Hansheng, Wang Zibo, you two are the only two who haven't left a message in my yearbook."

Xiao Rongyu stopped the car and took out a delicate hardcover notebook from his bag: "You can write anything you want, just as a souvenir."

At this time, Xiao Rongyu supported one leg on the ground, inadvertently revealing half of her beautiful and round calf, which made the other boys embarrassed to look at her for a long time, and they turned their heads at the same time.

Chen Hansheng didn't have much interest at first, but when he saw such a scene, the soul of a middle-aged uncle guided him to look at the beautiful face carefully.

Xiao Rongyu smiled, and the dimples on both sides were looming, which was really pretty.

"Chen Hansheng, you should write the yearbook well, where are you looking!"

Gao Jialiang had also shifted his sight, but he couldn't bear to give up the beautiful scenery in front of him, and was ready to secretly scan with his peripheral vision, but when he turned his head, he saw Chen Hansheng staring at Xiao Rongyu from top to bottom.

Gao Jialiang was so angry that he cursed loudly. In fact, even Wang Zibo was wondering. Chen Hansheng was indeed a person with no taboos, but he used to respect Xiao Rongyu very much and rarely looked at her so rudely.

Xiao Rongyu was not the kind of gentle girl who would let anyone rub her. When she found that Chen Hansheng's eyes were not serious, she immediately sneered and raised her fist to warn: "If you look at me again, I will dig out your eyes. I will tell Aunt Liang later."

The young girl who was about to enter the university campus had begun to develop physically. Chen Hansheng took the yearbook with a smile. The words on it were really old-fashioned and nostalgic.

There is a female version:

No matter how long the future is, please cherish every bit of our time together. No matter how many reincarnations we go through, I will still be your friend.

There is also a literary version:

Friendship will not disappear because of going our separate ways; fate will not be cut off because of graduation; blessings will not be forgotten because of the ends of the earth.

There is also a simple version:

I wish Xiao Rongyu will always be happy and blessed in college.

There is also a doggerel version:

Green mountains and clear waters, young people,

We have been together for several years.

There is no other gift to give,

Write a blessing as a commemoration.

Even Chen Hansheng found Gao Jialiang's love poem-like message:

I wish we were a pair of white birds on the crest of the waves, the shooting star has not yet fallen, but we are tired of its shining; the blue star hanging low in the sky, the faint light in the morning light, awakens a ray of immortal sadness in your heart and mine Gao Jialiang's handwriting.

The damn Gao Jialiang is too shameless, plagiarizing Yeats's "White Bird" and insisting that it was written by himself.

Xiao Rongyu obviously knew that this was a love poem. She blushed and then pretended to be serious and said to Chen Hansheng: "Don't flip around. Find an empty space and write quickly!"

Chen Hansheng handed it to Wang Zibo: "Here, you write first."

Wang Zibo was racking his brains to think of sentences, trying to leave a deep impression on Miss Xiao. He took the pen in a panic and muttered dissatisfiedly: "I haven't thought about it yet."

It was a hurry, and Wang Zibo didn't have much preparation. He could only write in a conventional way: "I wish classmate Xiao Rongyu to grow more and more beautiful and always happy."

Next it was Chen Hansheng's turn. He originally wanted to write "May you walk out half of your life and return as a young man."

However, this sentence was too literary and not interesting enough. After thinking about it, he finally wrote: "You live well in the pond. Loaches are ugly but can say festive words. Toads are sloppy but interesting. Snails are gentle autistic. Small crucian carp is your common goddess."

Gao Jialiang stood far away at first, but when Chen Hansheng put down his pen, he couldn't help but approach because of a sense of crisis. As a result, he saw Chen Hansheng write a group of amphibians and laughed contemptuously: "Elementary school student composition."

Immediately, a girl shook her head and said: "Not necessarily. It seems boring at first glance, but it is very interesting after reading it twice. Isn't Rongyu your goddess?"

Although Gao Jialiang's level of conduct is low, he graduated from No. 1 Middle School after all, and his Chinese literacy is still qualified. After savoring it carefully in his heart, he knew that he was right, but he was unwilling to admit it, and urged impatiently: "It's getting dark, let's go home quickly."

Xiao Rongyu could naturally feel the innocence and liveliness in this sentence, as well as a hint of personification, but she was not too surprised. Chen Hansheng was usually very smart and interesting.

The head teacher, Lao Xu, once commented on him, "If he is willing to calm down and study, he will definitely be a good candidate."

"It's well written. I won't tell Aunt Liang about smoking for now, but you are not allowed to do it again."

Xiao Rongyu spoke crisply. She has grown up in a smooth environment for so many years, so her tone of voice is inevitably a little proud.

It was not until the group of prospective college students on bicycles left that Wang Zibo, who had been a coward, bared his teeth at Chen Hansheng: "I was not ready just now, and you forced me to write first."

Chen Hansheng did not refute, but just asked back: "No matter how brilliant your writing is, it's useless. Are you going to pursue Xiao Rongyu?"

"How is it possible!"

Wang Zibo was shocked: "I only say bad things about her behind her back, and I dare not raise my head in front of her."

This kid is somewhat self-aware and dares to admit it. Chen Hansheng smiled and hugged his neck, just like 17 years ago.

"Then don't talk nonsense, go to Shuangqiao Square another day, and treat you to the newly opened McDonald's."

"Why not tonight?"

Wang Zibo asked, McDonald's is still a rare thing in Hong Kong City.

"Not tonight."

Chen Hansheng refused directly: "I have to accompany my parents for dinner."

Wang Zibo was stunned for a moment: "Don't you always complain that they are nagging?"

"You don't understand."

Chen Hansheng didn't explain much, just waved goodbye: "Go home."

Looking at the back of his friend under the dim street lights, Wang Zibo inexplicably felt as if there were many stories.