"I Don't Want to Come Back"-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- 17 years old, what a terrible age. I have not lost weight this year, have no double eyelids, have no ear cartilage, have no rhinoplasty,

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"I don't want to come back"

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17 years old, what a terrible age. I have not lost weight this year, have not had double eyelids, have no ear cartilage, have no rhinoplasty, have no systemic liposuction surgery, and have not received whitening injections. I have replaced my yellow and black skin with cold white skin.

17-year-old black fat Fu Meng at the end of the crane and the 32-year-old urban beauty Fu Meng is not a little bit big.

I don't want to come back at all, really.

So when I woke up and returned to my senior year class, my deskmate Yu Er slept so hard that my saliva flowed all over the table, I was in a bad mood.

Of course, this is not the reason for me to play Scholar II. Later, I couldn't help but hit him in the alley because he told the class teacher that he wanted to change his deskmate.

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I remember this happened in my third year of high school. At that time, I could only be transferred to the first row obediently - there was no way, who made Shu Er's father a major leader of the Education Bureau - Later, Shu Er was successfully admitted to a 985 university with a "high score" of 1 point in the second-tier line, which was thanks to this good father.

But who made me grow up and mature? I chose to break him in the dark, so that he would not have to be a deskmate with me for a long time.

has been hurting the muscles and bones for a hundred days.

The college entrance examination is going to take a few months to go, and I am very sure that with my current cultural level, I can take the exam at most.

Taking advantage of the free time of physical education class, I went over the wall to buy a pack of cigarettes. The living expenses were not enough, so I could only buy Yuxi. The aunt from the off-campus convenience store looked at me with gossip and enthusiasm, "Booked for my boyfriend?"

I nodded without blushing, "Yes."

leaned against the wall and sucked the smell of smoke, comforting the little bit of spiritual smoke addiction, and I was thinking about where to go.

The most important thing is, how did I go back to being 17 years old?

This unlucky age.

Fuleen, 15 years later, this name will become the existence of many young girls who gritted their teeth and cursed every night, but now they are just a high school student who is nothing.

The newly signed little dog from the company, I slept with the wife of the thirteenth-line singer, the little dog has three dramas to be launched this year, and this matter must be suppressed...

The newbie of the film school, the big boss of the film company said that I would do whatever resources to support it. The girl even said that the lines were not good, she looked that way, and she refused to have plastic surgery...

The old acting male actor wanted to act in a gay-themed award-winning film, which was contrary to the positioning given by the company now. If she said she would not act for him, she would pay a penalty to terminate the contract...

There is also that hot boy group, with only 7 people in total, and there are more than a dozen girlfriends in total...

I miss the days of being a boss of an agency. It is so bloody and challenging.

is of course very profitable.

Who would like to be an ugly and poor high school student?

"Fu Meng?"

"Ah?"

"If you are caught and smoke, you will be fired. Don't smoke."

"...Why do you look familiar?"

"Hello, I am Zheng Jiawei from Class 3, 3rd year."

I was so scared that my cigarette fell off.

Zheng Jiawei, more than ten years later, is a producer who dominated the entertainment industry, the kind who is the one who takes the little gold.

He also has another identity, which is my fixed bed companion, the kind who almost got the certificate.

The surname Zheng is the same as me in high school? Or the next class? Why did I never know?

"I want to tell you today that I saw it that day."

"What did you see?"

"The day the Sword was beaten."

Now he is very different from his temperament more than ten years later. He is just a refreshing and delicate high school student. No wonder I didn't recognize it at a glance.

I carefully identified the subtle expression on Zheng Jiawei's face, looked at his thin lips and the high-quality jawline that beat the young and handsome guys, and then saw the familiar smile in his eyes.

"I don't want to come back"

17-year-old black fat Fu Meng at the end of the crane and the 32-year-old urban beauty Fu Meng is not a little bit big.

I don't want to come back at all, really.

So when I woke up and returned to my senior year class, my deskmate Yu Er slept so hard that my saliva flowed all over the table, I was in a bad mood.

Of course, this is not the reason for me to play Scholar II. Later, I couldn't help but hit him in the alley because he told the class teacher that he wanted to change his deskmate.

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But who made me grow up and mature? I chose to break him in the dark, so that he would not have to be a deskmate with me for a long time.

has been hurting the muscles and bones for a hundred days.

The college entrance examination is going to take a few months to go, and I am very sure that with my current cultural level, I can take the exam at most.

I nodded without blushing, "Yes."

leaned against the wall and sucked the smell of smoke, comforting the little bit of spiritual smoke addiction, and I was thinking about where to go.

The most important thing is, how did I go back to being 17 years old?

This unlucky age.

Fuleen, 15 years later, this name will become the existence of many young girls who gritted their teeth and cursed every night, but now they are just a high school student who is nothing.

The newly signed little dog from the company, I slept with the wife of the thirteenth-line singer, the little dog has three dramas to be launched this year, and this matter must be suppressed...

There is also that hot boy group, with only 7 people in total, and there are more than a dozen girlfriends in total...

I miss the days of being a boss of an agency. It is so bloody and challenging.

is of course very profitable.

Who would like to be an ugly and poor high school student?

"Fu Meng?"

"Ah?"

"If you are caught and smoke, you will be fired. Don't smoke."

"...Why do you look familiar?"

"Hello, I am Zheng Jiawei from Class 3, 3rd year."

I was so scared that my cigarette fell off.

Zheng Jiawei, more than ten years later, is a producer who dominated the entertainment industry, the kind who is the one who takes the little gold.

He also has another identity, which is my fixed bed companion, the kind who almost got the certificate.

The surname Zheng is the same as me in high school? Or the next class? Why did I never know?

"I want to tell you today that I saw it that day."

"What did you see?"

"The day the Sword was beaten."

Now he is very different from his temperament more than ten years later. He is just a refreshing and delicate high school student. No wonder I didn't recognize it at a glance.

"Grass, you're back too! What's going on?"

Zheng Jiawei was wearing a blue and white school uniform, and she had the smell of a senior in white. Now I exposed it, and he stopped pretending, showing a familiar smile, "I don't know, I woke up from the hotel and I'm here."

I still remember the last memory of being in the hotel to catch a male artist who was auditioning for the gay-themed movie in private. I found that the producer was Zheng Jiawei. As I talked to him, I fell down from the terrace on the third floor.

I slapped myself in the face, and with a "pop", it hurts so much.

is really not a dream.

is the same. It has been two weeks since I was back, so it can't be a dream.

"It's so fucking."

Zheng Jiawei took out a cigarette from my pocket and lit it skillfully, "Don't you think it's beautiful to go back to the youthful age?"

I patted my belly that had not yet been liposuction, "Is it beautiful? Congratulations, you finally met me in the original."

"It's very cute."

I rolled my eyes.

Zheng Jiawei was happy, "You are not happy to praise you?"

I was about to argue with him, but the ringtone rang, and I had to climb over the wall and go back to attend the gathering before get out of class.

Zheng Jiawei grabbed my sleeve, "I rented a house in the neighborhood, come to me at night, let's discuss it."

"Send me the address." After saying that, I remembered that I don't have a cell phone yet, "Wait and have someone send a note to our class."

"How can that be done? Others will suspect that I like you."

"I've slept so many times, don't pretend to be pure!"

I kicked Zheng Jiawei away and climbed over the wall and returned to the playground.

0 Evening self-study time, a girl screamed from the back of the classroom.

Discipline Committee roared with the duckling during the voice change period: "I'll remember my name again!" The girls did not restrain themselves.

Not long after, I clicked my back on the back desk, "Someone will give you a note."

I turned my hand and took the note. Zheng Jiawei's handwriting was as iron-painted silver hook as usual, not like an ordinary high school student at all.

note reads the address of the house he rented outside, with two small hearts of love, and was passed by an arrow. The girl who passed the notes on the back desk of

asked excitedly: "Are you with Zheng Heng? Who are you chasing whom? Tell me quickly!"

Zheng Heng?

I reacted for a moment before I remembered that this was the rumored class grass in the next class in high school.

No wonder I don’t know that Zheng Jiawei and I were in the same high school as me. He even changed his name and I don’t know the people in their class, so I never found it.

"No, I asked him to help me bring breakfast."

I remember that in high school, the breakfast in the cafeteria was particularly unpalatable. Many students on campus would ask day students in the same class to help bring breakfast outside the school, such as tenderloin cakes, grain pancakes, , and meat buns, which are all the most delicious in the world.

I wanted to find an excuse to fool me, but I didn’t expect that the girl at the back table refused to admit her account, “Who are you cheating? Why should I bring you breakfast? You must be together!”

“No, I am his relative, you know, his parents asked him to help take care of me.”

“Really?”

“Really, I am his distant cousin aunt.”

Although I am already 32 years old, I am still too simple. I never expected that the reason I randomly wrote in the first evening self-study was spread throughout the school by the third evening self-study.

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“Have you heard that a fat man in Class 2 of Senior High School is Zheng Heng’s distant cousin aunt!”

After the dormitory lights were turned off, I successfully avoided my aunt’s patrol and sneaked out of the school through the wall.

When I was studying in the past, I felt that the school rules and regulations were not violated. Now I have no psychological pressure. Even if I weigh 130 kilograms, I was just a kite and flew out.

When he arrived at Zheng Jiawei's rental house, he had already changed into his plaid pajamas and opened the door for me with a lollipop in his mouth, "Cousin, you are here."

I walked in awkwardly and changed my shoes, "Just kidding, who knew that those girls were so shaky."

put on the bright yellow small-size slippers with cartoon patterns. I was stunned for a while and asked carefully: "Well, do you have a girlfriend now?"”

“No.”

“Then why do you have ladies’ slippers at home?”

Zheng Jiawei was stunned, and he didn’t seem to think of how to explain.

I patted his shoulder with clarity, "It's okay, I understand, high school students, the demand is relatively large."

Zheng Jiawei grabbed my shoulder and the exhaled heat hit the bridge of my nose. "Boss Fu will help me solve my needs?"

"Gogun, can I, a minor yellow girl, be cheap for you?" I sat on the only three-person fabric sofa, took the coffee table and washed it, and went to the strawberry to eat.

Zheng Jiawei was really a wealthy family. Such a big Dandong big strawberry is so precious. I only realized strawberry freedom five years after graduation, and he is just a big basket here.

"Mr. Zheng has any thoughts on how we go back?"

"Not yet."

"Why would you find a master?"

Zheng Jiawei poured me a cup of hot water, and I waved my hand, "I want ice cola, don't have hot water."

"Are you not menstrual period these few days?"

"How many years will it happen, When I was a teenager, I didn’t have a period of menstruation. "

He still handed me the hot water, "then I need to drink more hot water, , and take good care of it."

"This doesn’t matter. Who can stay here forever? I have to go back quickly."

Zheng Jiawei sat next to me, "I just had a clue, and I was bad for you."

I looked confused.

"Shu Er's grandfather is the 'master' I want to find, but unfortunately you beat Shu Er. His grandfather has a weird temper and doesn't see outsiders easily. Without Shu Er, we can't see him."

Who could have thought of this? Isn't Shu Er's family outstanding party members atheists?

"Then... I'll go to the hospital to find him, think of a solution? Anyway, he doesn't know that I'm calling it."

Zheng Jiawei nodded, he leaned closer to me and took a closer look. The soapy water on his body smelled very good, completely different from the cigar-flavored boss Zheng Jiawei many years later.

His lips are also beautiful, and now they look pink and tender, very clean.

He is very close to me, so close that I thought he was going to kiss me.

After all, I am a "old" friend for many years. I think we still have this tacit understanding between us. Just as we were about to respond enthusiastically, I heard Zheng Jiawei chuckling, "You were really fat in high school."

I fucked... I was about to smash the water cup, but Zheng Jiawei hugged my waist and pressed me tightly to him.

I heard him whisper, "You are so afraid of pain, why are you going to have plastic surgery?"

I don't answer. People like them who are naturally good-looking in genetic lottery will not understand the pain of people with our natural big cake faces, squinting eyes, arms are thicker than others' thighs.

"Is it for An You?"

Hearing that name, I immediately wanted to break free from Zheng Jiawei, but was tighter by him.

"Fu Meng, even if you give someone one percent of your tolerance to An You, you won't be able to get married in your thirties."

"I don't want to get married, Mr. Zheng doesn't have to worry about me."

Zheng Jiawei didn't say anything, but just kept holding me. The picture should not be beautiful -

Many years later, I used various technical means to have a good face and figure. When I was with Zheng Jiawei, I was photographed by paparazzi and wrote "Golden Medal Producer secretly met an unknown woman, kissing passionately", but now if I was photographed, the title would probably be changed to "Golden Medal Producer secretly met a female rich man, and he would do anything to make money for the new film."

But we have indeed not hugged like this for a long time. Since the film he invested in won an award and since my company was established, we have been so busy that we have no jokes. Occasionally, he sent me the hotel and room numbers, and I went to him, or vice versa, there was no difference.

Several friends in the circle advised me to marry him, saying that he is relatively clean compared to the big guys in other circles, and has been with me for the longest time, which is also helpful to my career, but...

But why didn’t we get together in the end?

has experienced too much and I forgot it.

put on Zheng Jiawei's men's plaid pajamas and they fit so well.

Other girls wear boyfriend style. I wear it, just tailor it to me. Who can I ask for advice!

Zheng Jiawei poured hot water into the thermos cup and placed it on the bedside table. He took out a pillow from the cabinet and replaced the original pillow, "You sleep on the bed, I sleep on the sofa."

I looked at the three-person fabric sofa, and then looked at Zheng Jiawei who was nearly 1.9 meters tall, "Why sleep together, you haven't slept..."

"This bed is one meter two wide, and we can't lie down."

We looked at each other for a long time, and both sighed.

Me: "Too fat..."

He: "Too poor..."

It's really not good to be young! Not good at all!

0 At 5:30 in the morning, I was awakened by the sound of closing the door. Zheng Jiawei came back with soy milk and mixed grain pancakes, and his lips were a little blue.

"Get up? I bought breakfast."

"I don't like that mixed grain pancake. The boss's hair is so oily. They all say that he doesn't need to add oil to make pancakes, and he will shake his hair."

Zheng Jiawei had already taken a big bite, and after hearing what I said, he started to retching.

"Fu Meng, don't disgust me."

I went to the small kitchen and looked at it. There was a small gas stove with vegetables noodles and eggs in the refrigerator. I asked him, "Do you eat noodles?"

He gritted his teeth and said, "Eat!"

The house he rented does not have air conditioning. It is still cold at this time. When cooking noodles, the kitchen is full of heat. Zheng Jiawei held his arm and leaned against the wall outside the kitchen to watch me cook. When I looked back at him, he turned his head and pretended not to look at me.

Soon, he took out a cigarette from somewhere and lit it.

"Smoke in the morning?"

"The lollipop is finished."

I remembered that once he took me to an island in the middle of the night and said he wanted to see the stars. The relationship was brewing. I was in the safe period again, so I didn't wear any condoms. My aunt didn't come for two months.

We were both frightened. When we went to the hospital for examination, I wanted to smoke, but he didn't smoke it for me, so he went to a convenience store to buy a bag of lollipops.

Fortunately, it was a false alarm. I didn’t get pregnant, but after that, he and I rarely smoked. I really got addicted to it and ate lollipops.

We lived together for a short time. In the past six months, the artist I brought was filming in Shanghai. He had gout and had to stop work and recuperate. We bought an apartment in Shanghai to live together. Lollipops of various flavors were placed in every corner, which tasted very sweet.

Later, my artist scene was finished and he had a new film to be released. We left the apartment, and even our luggage was collected by our assistants.

Not to mention that, the apartment was sold two years later and earned more than one million yuan, which was also an unexpected joy in the cohabitation life.

"Don't smoke on an empty stomach, otherwise you will have stomachache ."

He pinched the cigarette, searched under the coffee table, and finally found a fruit hard candy, throw it into his mouth and chewed it ripped.

"What does it taste like?"

Zheng Jiawei walked into the kitchen, hugged my waist from behind, and gave me a good morning kiss with orange smell.

The noodles in the pot were cooked gustoically, and the water vapor filled the air. For a moment, I couldn't see his face clearly, and I just felt that he seemed to be smiling.

I poked his waist with my elbow, "Don't bother me, I'm cooking here."

He glanced at his watch, "It's almost six o'clock, when will you go back to the dormitory? Will those people in your dormitory sue you?"

"No, I told them last night."

I still remember when I told them last night that I was going out for one night, the shock and a hint of envy in those girls' eyes were quite cute.

High school students are really, climbing over the wall is the most unimaginable thing in life.

Zheng Jiawei didn't say anything anymore, pressed his head on my shoulder, and surrounded me like a sloth, waiting for the noodles to be cooked.

After eating noodles, he washed the dishes, and we walked to school - I first took his day student certificate, threw the day student certificate to him through the wall, and he went in again.

A little girl on the way saw me and Zheng Jiawei walking together, and quietly signaling to the people around her to see as if she had discovered a new world.

Although the sound is low, girls when gossiping are always hard to ignore.

"Look, look! Zheng Heng has a girlfriend!"

"What, haven't you heard anyone say? That's his cousin's aunt."

"Oh, I just said Zheng Heng's vision would not be that bad!"

I speeded up and didn't want to continue walking with Zheng Jiawei. Unexpectedly, Zheng Jiawei followed, "Don't be angry, do you want me to lead you?"

"Do you want someone to ask me to help my cousin cross the road!"

I became more and more angry the more I thought about it. When I trotted, I wanted to shake him off. Zheng Jiawei, Zheng Jiawei, "Don't be angry, do you want to be told to help my cousin cross the road!"

I became more and more angry the more I thought about it. I trotted and wanted to shake him off. Zheng Jiawei, But he took out a cell phone from his schoolbag and gave it to me, "You use this first, I bought a new one and call you."

"Just come to me after class."

"It's convenient for mobile phone."

"I don't want it."

Zheng Jiawei's expression was strange, "This is what you said, don't blame me then."

"What do you blame you for doing? I'll leave first, don't follow me."

Results, after the first class, I understood why he told me not to regret it.

A girl's scream came from behind the classroom again. As soon as I turned around, I saw Zheng Jiawei standing at the back door, laughing foolishly in my direction.

girl from the back desk sighed: "This is so handsome! I envy you for having such a cousin, lemon..."

-This article comes from Zhihu "I don't want to come back"

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