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"We are alumni" - after graduation, meeting someone who can say this sentence will still make people feel kind.

Although they didn't know each other during the years in school.

And I have known him before.

The heavy rain has stopped, and the clouds in the sky have not dispersed.We stand at the edge of the misty water.

I asked him, "How did you know the password for the blog?"

He said: "I saw it. That night you sat next to me and wrote that blog on your mobile phone. You disconnected from the Internet and logged in again. I saw it at a glance."

Me: "...Okay. Why can't I contact you later?"

He was quite embarrassed for a while, and replied: "Because I know the difficulty and retreat."

"what?"

"Retire in spite of the difficulties. You can tell from the things you write in your blog. It's obvious that you don't really care about me." He replied word by word.

I was surprised for a while, and sighed: "What a misunderstanding you have made... That blog is not mine, but Jiang Lu's, and everything in it is written for Dashao..."

His face was full of disbelief: "You...are you kidding me?"

I couldn't laugh or cry: "What are you doing, if you don't believe me, you can ask Jiang Lu, or show Da Shao his blog, and see his reaction. Their love story is enough to write a novel."

He couldn't help laughing: "Novel..."

Not far from us, a small blue dragonfly was flapping its wings and floating in the air, sometimes falling down, making a circle of ripples on the water surface.

On the way back, I still took Xiao Tong's car.

For some reason, Pepe was very energetic, standing in the back seat laughing and having a good time.

Gu Xiaotong shouted: "Sit down, do you hear me, I'll let you sit down."

I turned around and said, "Pepe, sit down, uncle will ask you a question."

Peipei sat down and looked at me with her small face up.

I said, "When that uncle came to deliver the umbrella at noon yesterday, did he want to take a picture of you?"

Pepe thought for a while and said, "No, I asked him to take pictures for me."

I nodded: "Did he say anything else?"

"He said...he asked where you all were. I said Dad was in the kitchen with Uncle Jiang and Uncle Cheng. He asked me if Uncle Guan was there. I said you were sleeping upstairs."

"That's it." I understood in my heart, and turned around.

Gu Xiaotong said: "Hey, have you noticed that we actually came here this time with a premeditated plan?"

Me: "What premeditated? Who premeditated?"

"That senior brother of yours." He smiled.

"What about my senior brother? I only have a normal relationship with him. I haven't been in touch with him in the past few years. Dashao is still familiar with him." I said impartially and objectively.

Gu Xiaotong simply ignored my words.He said: "I was quite confused at first, but later I realized that he must have asked Jiang Lu about you. He knew Dashao well, and when he met Jiang Lu, he found out that Jiang Lu and you are in the same class and a dormitory. Yes, and then he began to encourage Jiang Lu’s reunion and dragged us to him... Isn’t this just to meet you?”

"Okay, okay, don't talk about it, there's no such thing." I stopped him, and said instead: "Your girl, you have to be careful, she's too familiar, she will ask everyone to take pictures of her, What do you do when you meet someone who is unreliable?"

Gu Xiaotong moved his neck from side to side, and said slowly: "It's stinky, there's no way, she won't listen to what we say. Just keep an eye on it, and it will be fine when you grow up."

"I've grown up!" Pepe said.

"You? You're still early." Gu Xiaotong said in a disdainful tone.

"I've grown up." Pepe refused to budge.

I listened to their father and daughter bickering and opened that blog again.

Scrolling from top to bottom, first there is a photo of Pepe, then a sentence [It’s raining heavily, don’t go out, stay safe], and then there is a photo of the sunset.

When he posted these things, he must have also felt the tension and joy of pranking, and at the same time felt that these things could not be seen by others, so his heart was full of indifference and indifference.Just like when I quietly wrote the first line of this blog a long time ago.

The sky gradually darkened, and soon it was completely dark.

Our car was heading down the road, like any other car coming back to town from a weekend.

There was a faint sound of lively drums in the distance, and the further we moved forward, the clearer the sound of the drums became.On the left front, a cluster of lights flickered, and the sound of drums should be in the middle.

Gu Xiaotong took a look there and said, "It seems that there is a town here, there is a temple fair tonight or something."

Pepe stared at the cluster of lights through the car window, and asked curiously, "Is the temple fair fun?"

Gu Xiaotong said without changing his face: "It's not fun. Let's go home, you still go to school tomorrow."

After a while, the sound of the drum fell behind us and quickly disappeared.

There is an indescribable feeling in my heart, which is about to come out, but it is always stuck in my throat.

I think some things are over when they are over, which is commonplace in retrospect.

But after some things are over, they will quickly disappear and disappear without leaving any trace in memory.

So much so that when it appears in front of you in another form, you will not recognize it at all.

Those fanaticism and restlessness, those eagerness and admiration;

Those feats of singing all night and cycling through the city;

Feelings that should have been real and strong are now as far away as drums from another town.

Even if you try hard to remember and recall all the details, they no longer belong to you, but like a legend heard from someone else.

(Finish)

The author has something to say: Okay, it's over here.

This ending may be a bit strange, I struggled for a while, and finally decided to write it like this.Because this is a story about "forgetting".

Changes in living environment and identity will keep our lives empty and filled with new things.As a result, the most important things and the strongest feelings were all sealed and put in the corner.

We stop thinking about them and gradually forget them.

When one day, they appear in front of us in another form, how will we feel?

The protagonist's forgetting is very simple, he just forgot, because he was busy with work, and because too much time passed, he forgot naturally.

I also thought about whether to give him a reason for forgetting such as selective amnesia, but I always feel that it is too bloody, and the stalk of selective amnesia I wrote in the previous article "My roommate died in bed used in

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