In the class reunion of class 22, Humen High School in 2003, in Xiguang Province, the boys and girls of that year sang and danced, drank and talked, and some were secretly sending each other a surprise. The couples of that year were also in a turbulent atmosphere here. Some were happy to see the classmates of that year, and some were happy to relive the old dreams of that year and see their white moonlight.

Everyone is happy, some are doing well, while others are doing poorly.

Of course, everyone missed the youthful days of those years, and the flying feeling.

At this time, a handsome young man in a sunny suit walked in outside the door, and there was a beautiful and bright girl next to him.

After this man came in, the classmate's eyes were attracted by this sunny and handsome boy.

One of the fat men waved excitedly.

"Wheels! I'm waiting for you!"

"Little fat! Damn you have become a big fat!" Zeng Lun came over and saved the fat man hard, patted his arm: "Long time no see, you are fucking..."

Zeng Lun's eyes were a little wet. This was the time when the memories of youth were washing their brains and sweating freely on the basketball court.

"Brother Chewun, is this sister-in-law, let me introduce it?"

"Hahahahaha, by the way, I will introduce my wife to you and come with me today." Zeng Lun said embarrassedly: "I'm not worried that I'll come alone."

"Brother Chewl, you were so popular back then, of course you were not relieved to be here alone, but my sister-in-law is so beautiful, so she should have more confidence in herself."

"Naughty, my sister-in-law is so familiar... Damn, isn't this the beauties of Wu Fanxin of the next class? You've been soaked!"

"Brother Chewl is still the same as high school, awesome!"

Then, Zeng Lun, a high school celebrity, naturally sat upright in the C position like he was in high school and began to talk about his experience.

Although he did not do well in college, he still successfully became the management of his own factory with some help from his father. In the eyes of most students, he is already a "successful" person.

Here, there are some poor students who made a comeback from that time, doing some business, earning a lot, and speaking loudly.

Some of the top students of the past were just a mediocre person, but they just laughed while drinking.

There are still ordinary poor students.

There are also still excellent academic masters.

Life is full of flavors. Some people have changed roles compared to high school, while others have not changed.

The class reunion is continuing, but people have not arrived yet.

Some people came one after another, Zeng Lun’s brothers were harsh and now they are kind-hearted teachers.

Zeng Lun, who is the C position, also greets you all.

Until a clean, clean man wearing glasses and always lowered his head, walked in, wearing a T-shirt, jeans and white cloth shoes, had some messy hair, and was not very tall.

His name is Lu Jiayu.

"You...hello..."

Lu Jiayu, who was not speaking smoothly, reached out his hand tremblingly and greeted him actively.

Zeng Lun glanced at the young man in front of him, and didn't think of his name for a moment, but he also maintained the enthusiasm he deserved and grinned.

"Hello, old classmate, long time no see, come on."

Zeng Lun warmly invited Lu Jiayu to come in.

The arrival of this white, thin and short young man did not cause much trouble in the class reunion. The classmate did not notice him, nor did the teacher back then.

Or, I didn't pay attention to him.

Lu Jiayu raised his head and looked at the tall, sunny and handsome face in front of him.

A feeling of inferiority arises naturally.

Originally, the words I wanted to say were stuck in my throat and were half pushed to the table next to me by Zeng Lun.

On the other side, there was Zeng Lun's stick man. They chatted and laughed, and they were talking about interesting things from that year.

Results, class beauty, basketball game.

"I remember the big guy in the next class. He has a super blocking shot. I haven't beat him several times. I'm more than 1.8 meters tall, and he's more than 1.9 meters tall!"

"I remember that the avant-garde is still the fat guy."

"It was my youth back then, when will we play a friendly basketball game?"

"Now they are all social animals, so there is no time here. I can only wait for everyone to have time."

Everyone is commemorating their youth, not only them, but even teachers have joined this memorializing their youth.

Back then, there were still some students, even teachers, who were hard to forget.

"Zeng Lun, Ma Xiaopang, and Peng Zhu, you were naughty in the class back then. You were troubled by us teachers every day."

"Teacher! I'm not naughty anymore? I'm now a teacher and a role model. I'm still from your subject!" said a beautiful young woman named Peng Zhu.

"Hehe, the student turned into a colleague back then. This feeling...is very good, very good."

Let’s recall the bitterness, sweetness, sourness and slightly drunkenness together.

Wine, delicacies.

It's very fragrant with memories.

When they discussed sweet memories, Lu Jiayu finally stood up, as if he had organized his own language and came to Zeng Lun.

"Zeng...Brother Chelun, I'll have something to say to you."

"Oh? This classmate, what's wrong?" Zeng Lun turned around and looked at Lu Jiayu in confusion.

"I..."

When Lu Jiayu faced this face, he began to speak inconveniently again, and memories of that year came to his mind.

Unlike their memories, Lu Jiayu's high school is not sour, sweet, and slightly intoxicating.

It is pain, torture, suffering.

Even though so many years have passed, he still can't forget what he experienced in high school.

Fat brother beside him saw Lu Jiayu's ingenuity and said impatiently: "Student, what do you mean by saying quickly? Didn't you see that we are recalling the beauty of youth?"

"Yes, it's hard to get together to remember your youth. This opportunity is not easy." Peng Zhu, who was standing beside him, also said impatience, staring at Lu Jiayu with a slightly frown, full of impatientness.

Lu Jiayu only felt that the skin needle was pricked and it hurt. Finally, he held it in for a long time and said.

"I...I'm just here to find Brother Chelun... to ask for an explanation."

"Give me an explanation? What's the explanation?"

"Just...those things back then..."

Zeng Lun recalled for a long time and stared at Lu Jiayu's face.

Lu Jiayu could only lower his head in fear and fear.

It seems that he is a little expectant that Zeng Lun, who is polite and friendly, is completely different from that time, can give him an explanation.

Give him an apology.

After a while, Zeng Lun touched his chin and said a little distressed.

"Talk to the classmate...you..."

"Who is it? I didn't remember it."
Chapter completed!