Back to the prime of life

Chapter 4 Carrying the past, facing the future.

The story of Lu Changge has been told.

What Zhu Xingyu wants to say is very simple, which is to learn to drive and get a driver's license.

This guy is quite nice. He has already taken care of everything, such as finding a good coach, and now he just wants to find them together.

"How much is the registration fee?" He Feier asked.

"2800."

"So expensive? I need to go back and ask my dad."

"Is this expensive? This is a friendly price, okay? And if you join me, you can save yourself the trouble of giving cigarettes to the coach and treating him to a meal."

Lu Changge could understand, so he agreed without saying anything. It would definitely be better if he didn't have to worry about it anymore.

After finishing the business here, they went to play football in the afternoon.

Zhu Xingyu didn't even stretch, he just rushed onto the court.

Lu Changge had become more steady with his age. He did the warm-up honestly and then played as a libero. Later, when he felt that he had gradually adapted to the speed and agility of his young body, he became active on the court.

When he was a child, he also loved to show off. He liked forwards and didn't like defenders. He would not even touch the goalkeeper.

So his footwork is okay.

He will also pay attention to the actions of the defensive players. For example, if someone rushes over and stops to make a defensive move, he will seize this opportunity and directly pass the ball to speed up.

Even he himself was a little uncomfortable with this sudden outburst.

He Ye, who was in front of him on the left, also accelerated and ran without the ball, creating space for him.

Suddenly feeling younger, Lu Changge felt like he couldn't stop. He reached the edge of the penalty area with a few big strides and made good use of the space that He Ye had created for him.

“Shoot now!!”

Mr. He shouted this.

I swear to God, if Lu Changge was really eighteen years old, he would definitely kick as cleanly and neatly as a peerless swordsman.

But now, He Ye's explosive line made him feel confused.
He glanced at her out of the corner of his eye. Maybe it was because he was short of oxygen from running or something, but a shadow appeared on He Ye in his sight. The person in the shadow was wearing a miniskirt and showing off her long legs. She was very impactful. It was the model He Ye in his memory.

But just because of this moment of distraction, the opportunity was gone, and he was attacked and pushed down by someone, and the opponent started to attack.

This made He Feier so angry that she came over and kicked him lightly, "Your legs are weak before you even shoot?"

"mine."

"What's mine and yours? Hurry up and don't be silly next time. Can you make a fortune by being silly?"

Lu Changge later thought that it was probably because the time he was reborn was too short. Sometimes he would habitually feel that he was in 24 years old, as if he was still having the nightmare of tutoring his son.

Now that I am gone, my family doesn’t know what’s happening to them.

He has never dared to think about this.

In fact, he is not worried about money. He has saved some money for his parents, and his wife's income is higher than his. There is no loan on the house or car, so there is no financial pressure. The main thing is his parents' feelings.

But what can be done.

As for reuniting with his ex-wife, he hadn't considered it. The old saying goes, "A husband and wife once married are bound by a hundred days of love," but by the end of their relationship, there wasn't much love left. If they hadn't had a child, they would have divorced long ago.

As she later earned more and became more powerful in life, many of her words and actions shattered his illusions about her. He even felt that his life was rather boring from time to time.

Is such a boring day worth living again?

However, he really missed his son so much that he even had an urge to go back to his original wife, marry her, and have another son.

But he knew that love was gone, so how could he get married? He couldn't let his child grow up in a cold family just for his own sake.

Many parents cannot tell whether what they do is really for their children or to satisfy their own desires.

After playing football, he took the initiative to suggest, "Let's go for a barbecue. It's my treat."

The two naturally agreed.

But when they got to the table, Lu Changge shook his head as soon as he saw the beer, "I'll have some flat white, forget the beer."

“Who drinks white?”

"Then you guys have beer, I'll have white wine."

Zhu Xingyu even teased him, saying that he was now imitating adults in everything.

After a few skewers and a few glasses of wine, their relationship became more intense. Zhu Xingyu began to talk about school, saying that his homeroom teacher, Old Zhou, was snobbish and took advantage of others, and that he was about to succeed the girl he liked, Fu Wenqian. He also said that his mother was preparing a graduation banquet and had accepted all the gifts, but he was worried that he would not do well in the exam.

As for He Fei'er, she seemed to be shielded from men and didn't talk about these things. She only said that she wanted to go to college as soon as possible and was unwilling to stay in this dilapidated county town. She also told them all the stories she heard from somewhere about what BJ looked like and what Shanghai looked like.

Lu Changge listened quietly, drank quietly, and watched them having a 'crazy' time. He himself seemed not so good at being as unbridled as the youngsters. More because he had developed a control over his desire to talk during his struggles with life.

"A lot of people ask me when they see me, 'Hey, how come Lu Changge is so close to you? His grades are so good, and yours are shit.'" Zhu Xingyu's cheeks flushed slightly, slightly excited by the alcohol. "I mean, we've been classmates for three years, deskmates for two, so grades don't matter! Brother Lu, don't you agree?"

Lu Changge's face flushed from drinking, but he didn't waver. He nodded and said, "Grades can determine some things, but they can't determine whether we can become friends."

"Yes."

"So, do you regret not studying hard?"

"What's the point of regretting it? Can time go back or something?"

Lu Changge smiled but said nothing. This kid later went on to study at a university, and he knew that Zhu Xingyu always felt a little inferior about this.

He Feier asked again: "Brother Lu, you have indeed changed a lot in the past two days. I can feel it."

Maybe girls are more sensitive.

“Youth shields us from too much suffering and setbacks. In return, we must grow up.”

"Stop pretending to be profound. You're just that Li Ruoqi-chan. If you ask me, you shouldn't waste your time and energy on her. Just change your target and go after Yin Anyan. Even if you're like a moth to a flame, I still admire you. What's Li Ruoqi?"

"Yin Anyan?" Lu Changge remembered the name immediately. "She's the prettiest girl in the class, right?"

"Look, look, you yourself said you are the most beautiful."

I don't know why, but when chatting with these guys, the whole conversation becomes about who likes who and who doesn't like who, as if that's all there is to it.

But he was actually thinking about his son, and the more he thought about it, the more scared he became. He even wondered what he would do if his son was bullied and there was no father to stand up for him.

Fortunately, this old man will not easily break down, and he always comforts himself that Yanyan at least has a mother who can earn a lot of money. Compared with most children in this society, he is already doing well.

Later, on the way back, Zhu Xingyu and He Feier both started singing loudly, and this youthful brilliance finally infected him.

The past is past, and what cannot be overcome must be overcome.

Instead of lamenting about things that are beyond his control, he might as well live this life to the fullest. Here, he still has his parents and relatives.

Before they parted, Zhu Xingyu said, "Brother, Yin Anyan's upbringing is very strict. I'm sure she doesn't have a boyfriend. Do you want to give it a try? And don't say such discouraging words. It's like you're making a fool of yourself."

Lu Changge understood his intention. After all, he was "broken-hearted and in a bad state", and he was trying to use his new love to make himself forget his old love.

As for the fact that rotten mud cannot be helped to climb a wall, there is no need to say that. Why must rotten mud be helped to climb a wall? Rotten mud just wants to be rotten mud.

"I can't quite remember what she looks like. I'll tell you after I've met her. My tastes have changed."

"Come on, you're still picking it."

"I'm not being picky. But you have to let me know whether we're eating coarse grains or fine bran this time."

When I walked him downstairs, a black Santana arrived at the door. Before anyone got out of the car, Zhu Xingyu began to adjust his posture and restrain his frivolous smile.

Lu Changge thought to himself, even when drunk he could still have this kind of awareness, it was really ingrained in his bones.

Afterwards, a middle-aged man in a white shirt, black pants, and black leather shoes got out of the car. He was also wearing big brown glasses.

"dad."

Lu Changge thought to himself that it was as he expected, and then he followed the normal etiquette of greeting people and said "Hello, uncle".

Although you are a leader, there is no need to be too humble.

People say that in this life, one should live happily and die quickly—that's what it means to be straightforward. In his previous life, he only managed to die quickly, which was a huge loss. So, there was no point in him groveling everywhere now.

"Hello. You must be Lu Changge, right? Thank you for sending my son back." Director Zhu did have a sense of majesty, but he spoke very kindly.

"Uncle, you're polite. It's mutual. He also gave me a gift."

"A good friend, that's great. It would be even better if his grades were as good as yours."

Lu Changge said modestly, "Everyone has their own strengths, and Zhu Xingyu also has advantages that I don't have. You certainly understand your son, but as someone of the same age, I also know him well. We are only eighteen years old. Uncle, please keep an eye on him. Zhu Xingyu will definitely not let you down."

Director Zhu was a little surprised. "You're more eloquent than him. Anyway, thank you. I'll help him up. Where do you live? I'll have the driver take you back."

"No, I didn't drink much, so I can go back by myself. Goodbye, uncle."

He smiled and nodded and then left.

Director Zhu lamented, "How could others, without such good circumstances, give birth to such intelligent, sensible, and polite children who would openly greet him? How did he, too, give birth to this child?"
(End of this chapter)