This year, his face was first surprised, then angry. After the vehicle arrived at the station, he pulled up the unsteady Chen Hansheng and got out of the car, shouting loudly: “Is this forgetting I am your good brother Wang Zibao, will you forget who you are, Chen Hansheng!”,The sky is a brilliant blue with no clouds. The road is still dirt, and you can clearly see each puff of dust kicked up. A loudspeaker from the barbershop on the side of the road blasts out loud music.,"Where are we going now" Chen Hansheng struggled to raise his head.。