personal problem

Fan Jian was lying on his desk, tearing his hair weakly. The word document created the previous afternoon was empty, and the time was mercilessly displayed on the lower right corner of the desktop computer——04:02.

Taking a deep breath, he opened □□Recent Contacts, and clicked on the top dialog box.

The man's note is the monitor of the second class.

There are only two pages in the chat history, and the first page is the greetings when I just added friends.

Class Two monitor: Fan Jian?

Fan Jian is not cheap: yes.

Class Two monitor: Long time no see, how are you doing recently?

Fan Jian is not cheap: It's okay, I just bought a house in the East Third Ring Road, and I'm tired of repaying the loan.

The monitor of the second class: Hehe, that's it, come on!

Don't blame Fan Jian for being glamorous and noble, it's just that the old classmates who haven't seen for many years, if they only think of contacting after three years after graduation, either they have something to ask for, or they have a holiday and now they are acting like a dog to show off , and then find balance and pleasure in other people's jealousy, self-pity and self-pity.

Fan Jian is just an advertiser who is neither tall nor short, nor handsome, nor ugly, nor rich, nor poor, nor bad. He is the only one who begs for help, and no one begs him, so the first situation does not hold.

The second page took place today, and the tone of the monitor of the second class was happy and pure.

The monitor of the second class: in?

Fan Jian is not cheap: Yes.

Class Two monitor: That's it. It's almost ten years since you graduated, and the school is going to hold a reunion. I hope that every class can encourage old classmates to participate as much as possible.

Fan Jian's hands on the keyboard trembled. At their age, they are not as naive and ignorant as they were ten years ago, but they are not completely sophisticated in the vicissitudes of life ten years later. I have also tasted a lot of tears, and the edges and corners have been smoothed, but my self-esteem still cannot be thrown away.Although everyone can't say that the situation is very different, the dust has already settled, and they are each moving forward on the established track.

After these ten years, if there is a chance to connect with each other, they will definitely still be friends.

If there is no reason and no intention, it will be embarrassing to meet each other, so why meet again?

□□Avatar flickers tirelessly.

Class [-] monitor: Are you busy?You know that I happen to be the Youth League Committee of our year, so the school asked me to contact you.

It was only then that Fan Jian remembered that he was actually a cadre and monitor in high school...

But the situation back then...

He glanced at the overcrowded office and replied with a wry smile.

Fan Jian is not cheap: I know, but many students are in other places or abroad, and I am not sure how many people can participate.

The monitor of the second class: Oh, there is no way, you always have to sneak in from your busy schedule, don't you?You see, I've been so busy in the office recently, and the director is not here, it's all up to me...

Fan Jian suddenly realized that he must have been promoted to deputy director. No wonder this kid is so active.

Fan Jian is not cheap: Well, I will go to the meeting right away, I will try my best to inform, and talk back.

The other party smiled, and Fan Jian made a traditional expression of waving.

FlashbackEnds

Fan Jian picked out a cigarette from the cigarette case, lit it with a match, poured himself the second cup of coffee tonight, and added a Weibo status - coffee in the left hand and cigarette in the right hand, unkempt and thinking about Huanian.

He waited for a while, at four o'clock in the night, naturally no one would reply.

With a long sigh, he opened the phone's address book and sent a group message to Class Five: "The 20th anniversary class reunion on the [-]th of this month. Those who are interested in participating, please sign up. Those who do not intend to participate do not need to reply. ——Fan Jian"

Seeing the message that the message was sent successfully, Fan Jian took a deep breath, sat down on the office chair contentedly, and smiled wickedly.

Sure enough, within 2 minutes, replies came one after another.

"Fan Jian, you are so fucking mean, how can you send text messages at this hour? Also, I'll go." After Dong Xia graduated from the Department of Culinary Nutrition of Yangzhou University, he opened a private restaurant in the imperial capital to sell real goods at real prices. The official Huaiyang cuisine.

"Okay, I'll post the exact time and place. How do you know I'm working overtime today?" After graduating from Harbin Institute of Technology, Qiu Ming went to Imperial T University to finish his Ph.D., dedicating his life to the aerospace industry.

"I work overtime and don't let others sleep well, villain." After Jiang Wan returned to China, he became a glorious university teacher. He didn't say it clearly, but Fan Jian directly acquiesced that he and Qiu Ming shared the same fate.

"Fan Jian, I hate you!" Zhen Qian seems to be in a real estate company?A girl of this age is still so delicate and naive, which makes Fan Jian tremble all over.

"Fan Jian, didn't the teacher teach you that texting in the middle of the night is very impolite?" Meng Yan Wang! ! !

Fan Jian was shocked and replied decisively: "I'm sorry teacher, please continue, sweetdreams!~~~"

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In short, as of noon on the second day, 48 of the 37 students in the class were confirmed to attend, and 11 were absent for some reason.

The process of class reunion is as follows. In the morning, everyone goes back to their alma mater for a visit, holds a celebration in the auditorium and presents various official and private awards, each class gathers on its own in the afternoon, and has dinner in the evening.

Fan Jian called Qiu Ming and complained: "Oh, it's really annoying. Let's have a dinner together. There are 37 people with 36 answers. You and Jiang Wan are the only ones who agree."

"Nonsense, if I dare to disagree with him, is there still a way to survive?"

"Hehe, brother, you are getting more and more shameless..."

"Oh, don't mention it, I heard from Jiang Wan today that someone in his class is gone."

"Ah?" Fan Jian was really surprised.

"Well, I don't know if you still remember, during the military training, Jiang Wan and I went to live in the dormitory of the second class, but we were bullied and almost got into a fight. Yes, because of Lin Meng, you go and beat him up." Wang Huaijin, that kid who almost broke your ribs."

"Is your surname Feng?"

"Well, my name is Feng Feng. I died in a car accident the year before last or last year."

Fan Jian was silent for a long time: "Fortunately, everyone in our class is still working together."

Qiu Ming smiled lowly at the other end: "I said it long ago, our class is going to unify the martial arts, so naturally everyone will be blessed."

"By the way," after being emotionally melancholy for a while, Fan Jian revealed his true nature, "You have to take care of Jiang Wan, Zhen Qian is waiting for him wholeheartedly. Look at Jiang Wan, the returnee's Kochi, how much The girl's eyes turned green when she saw him. Why should you follow a poor boy like you, eh?"

"Yeah, I'm not afraid. He's been outside for so many years, and American girls haven't snatched him away. Are you still afraid of Zhen Qian?" Qiu Ming raised his eyebrows, "I think you're just jealous, Fan Jian, I didn't mean you, you It's time to settle down, you see, Jiang Wan and I have been together for so many years, Dong Xia's son is in a small class, and you are still single, are your parents in a hurry?"

Fan Jian sighed quietly: "You don't understand, girls nowadays are too demanding. They have a house but no mortgage, their parents are dead, and they have to be Ivy League or tall, handsome and rich. If it's not enough, I can only engage in foundational affairs like you. gone."

Qiu Ming sneered: "Then you have to hurry up, because you not only have to fight with men, but you also have to fight with women."

"Fuck off, by the way, in the end, according to the principle of democratic centralism, choose one from Jiangbian City, Fengbozhuang, and Lukang Town."

A whisper came from over there, and for a moment Qiu Ming shamelessly said: "Let's go to Fengbozhuang!"