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Chen Hansheng understood, made a gesture of making a phone call, and then showed a smile.,Between a haze of sleep, Chen Hansheng was woken by a sound. He opened his eyes to a blinding light and a throbbing headache from the previous night's drinking.,This time Chen Hansheng remained silent, because he was staring intently at the reflection in the glass panel of the bus stop. The image reflected back was that of a young man, yet strangely unfamiliar, with a hint of stubble on his upper lip.。