Chapter 0391: Fate and Reincarnation

After making Wen Yu treat him to lunch, Zhao Fusheng didn't feel the slightest bit happy. The reason was simple: that bastard Wen Yu actually had Han Meimei feed him at the table.

"Ahhh!" Zhao Fusheng silently screamed in his heart, "Couples who show off their love deserve to be struck by lightning!"

Interestingly enough, the couple Wen Yu and Han Meimei didn't seem to love as passionately as Wang Zhen and Dong Chenxi usually did, yet their relationship was very stable.

In contrast, Wang Zhen and Dong Chenxi, who had once been so passionate, were now like strangers.

The fate of life is indeed unpredictable.

In the afternoon, Wen Yu and the other weren't going to the library. Han Meimei had class, and that guy Wen Yu was going to be the perfect boyfriend, accompanying his girlfriend to class. Although they "sincerely" invited Zhao Fusheng to join, he was too lazy to continue being their third wheel and getting a face full of their love, so he simply refused and went back to the dormitory.

When he returned to the dormitory, Wang Zhen was actually there too. Seeing Zhao Fusheng, he was surprised: "You're back?"

"Yeah, not long ago." Zhao Fusheng nodded.

After saying this, neither of them had anything more to say, each minding their own business.

"Did Dong Chenxi go back to work?" Wang Zhen asked Zhao Fusheng after a moment of silence.

Zhao Fusheng was startled, then nodded: "She went back. She just came back yesterday to help me deliver documents."

Wang Zhen nodded and fell silent again.

Zhao Fusheng sighed inwardly. In this life, Wang Zhen had really changed, changed to the point where he almost didn't recognize him. Although he knew that Wang Zhen still considered him a friend, and he still considered Wang Zhen a friend, he always felt there was a barrier between them.

"Is she... doing okay?" Wang Zhen hesitated for a moment before asking.

Zhao Fusheng looked up: "Who?"

"Chenxi." Wang Zhen said softly.

He paused, hesitated, and finally whispered: "If I said... I don't know how things turned out this way, would you believe me?"

Zhao Fusheng nodded: "Of course I believe you."

He answered quite decisively, which caught Wang Zhen off guard. After a pause, he asked: "Why?"

"Because you're Wang Zhen."

"I..." Wang Zhen's lips trembled. He wanted to say something but didn't, and said bitterly: "I let you down, I let Chenxi down..."

Zhao Fusheng tilted his head and thought for a moment, then nodded: "You did let me down, and you let Dong Chenxi down. But everyone chooses their own life direction and path differently. You have your own considerations, which is actually normal."

Hearing his words, Wang Zhen almost cried. Lately, he had been feeling terrible inside. After all, he had truly loved Dong Chenxi, and now things had come to this. Even Wen Yu and Tan Kaixuan, though they didn't say it out loud, felt in their hearts that he had let down Zhao Fusheng's support and Dong Chenxi's feelings.

But he never expected Zhao Fusheng to say that to him.

"No matter what, we're brothers." Wang Zhen said to Zhao Fusheng, word by word: "I want you to do well, and I want Dong Chenxi to do well too. You must tell her that for me."

"I know." Zhao Fusheng said with a smile.

He still believed Wang Zhen's words. But everyone is actually a different existence; people have different perceptions of themselves and others. Some love others more than themselves, while others, perhaps, love no one except themselves. It has nothing to do with right or wrong; it's just that everyone's choices are different.

It was like the old China in deep distress, when countless young people shed their blood and sacrificed their lives seeking a path to save the country and the people. But everyone's choices were different: some chose the Three Principles of the People, some chose communism. From today's perspective, they were all advancing along the path they believed to be correct, and all deserve respect.

Perhaps because of Zhao Fusheng's attitude, Wang Zhen's mood improved a lot.

"You know, I feel really strange now." Wang Zhen said with a smile. "I think you've really changed a lot. Back in the dorm, although you didn't talk much, you were rarely this tolerant..."

Zhao Fusheng smiled: "People have to learn to grow up, whether it's me or you, it's the same."

"Yeah, learn to grow up."

Wang Zhen muttered to himself, then laughed: "Do you have anything to do this afternoon?"

Zhao Fusheng shook his head: "No. That guy Wen Yu went to class with Han Meimei and wanted me to tag along, but I didn't go."

"Alright, let's go get some drinks." Wang Zhen suddenly said to Zhao Fusheng.

Zhao Fusheng was taken aback and was about to refuse, but Wang Zhen dragged him out of the dormitory without giving him a chance to argue.

Alcohol is a good thing—it can soothe feelings and relieve worries. No matter how many troubles you have, a jug of cheap wine down the hatch, and your worries vanish. At seven or eight parts drunk, you feel you can conquer the whole world, and life is incredibly beautiful. Things you wouldn't dare say or do on a normal day seem like nothing to a drunk person; cursing the emperor's ancestors is just a trivial matter.

Seven or eight parts drunk is a state of life. When you reach that state, you can do many things you normally wouldn't dare, yet you don't completely lose your senses. Your head is a bit dizzy, but you're strong as an ox and your thoughts are lightning-fast. You know what you're saying and doing. Perhaps these words and actions are things you wanted to say or do when sober, but you just lacked a little courage and a spark of inspiration that seemed to touch the truth. With that seven or eight parts drunk, it perfectly makes up for that slight deficiency.

Zhao Fusheng was drunk by Wang Zhen. Originally, he didn't want to drink, but Wang Zhen acted as if they wouldn't be friends if he didn't, so Zhao Fusheng had no choice but to drink with him.

And so they both got drunk.

"You know, I really envy you and Old Tan." Wang Zhen said to Zhao Fusheng with bleary eyes.

"Envy us?" Zhao Fusheng was startled.

"Yeah. At least you can do whatever you want, and your parents don't control you. Me, my parents want to control everything I do. Hah, in their eyes, I probably can't do anything right..." Wang Zhen's voice was low, and his expression was grim.

Zhao Fusheng could feel his tangled and helpless mood.

No one can choose their parents. Many times, life is really helpless.

"Forget it. No matter what, they mean well for you." Zhao Fusheng hesitated for a moment, then said to Wang Zhen.

"Yeah, mean well for me. But do they know what I need?" Wang Zhen gave a bitter smile, which inexplicably made Zhao Fusheng's heart ache, because in his previous life, he had heard the same words.

Fate, sometimes, is just a fucking cycle.