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In the year of 2016, for some reason, there was an evil trend of alumni reunion.

Neither graduation anniversary, nor any special happy event.

Probably because the class WeChat group has just been established, a large group of older and middle-aged young people in their thirties who have already passed the best marriage age are very excited. Drink tea, drink tea, drink tea, of course, there are also people who drink alcohol.

Yu Jinle flipped through the chat records in the WeChat group, and roughly estimated that in less than half a year, as far as he knew about the class reunion, today was already the fifth meeting.

It is said that it is a classmate reunion, but the relationship between everyone is far from good enough to meet five times in half a year—otherwise, how could there be no gathering in the past 20 years?

Well, maybe there was, it's just that no one came to inform him.

Some people might avoid the classmate reunion, but for him, he really stayed out of the classmate group.

It was nearly five in the afternoon, and the sun showed no signs of abating.

Yu Jinle flipped down the sun visor above the passenger seat, propped up his chin, and pondered absentmindedly.

The black Geshitu turned around neatly at the intersection, switched to the far right lane and slowed down.

"Jin Le, did you also buy a car? Didn't you drive it back this time?"

Zhang Hongkuan, an old driver in the driver's seat next door, pulled over at the right turn signal, stretched his neck to look at the gates of a row of shops on the side of the road, and said "tsk" in disgust: "What kind of club can there be in this place?"

"Well, it's back." Yu Jinle narrowed his eyes, his eyes fluctuating with the shaking of the beeswax car hanger hanging on the rearview mirror.

Sunlight shines into the car through the windshield, and even squinting can clearly see the dust flying and jumping in the air.

Compared with Zhang Hongkuan, who is equipped with brand-name clothes, brand-name belts and brand-name perfumes, he looks more student-like in casual white T-jeans, and also, petty.

"What did you buy?" Zhang Hongkuan lay down on the steering wheel, feeling like his neck was about to twist into a twisted strip, "Fuck! Who found the place? Didn't they just turn around at the intersection? I've been looking for it for a long time!"

"Anksaila." Yu Jinle thought for a while, and added, "It's Ma San."

Zhang Hongkuan continued to swear, and Yu Jinle picked up his mobile phone and clicked it, "I'll ask, and let them send a location directly."

Only now did Zhang Hongkuan have time to return to him, "Ma San? It's a small car, right?"

"It's okay, enough."

"Let me tell you, if you want to buy this car, buy a big and spacious one. It looks grand and is comfortable to drive. What do you mean by buying such a small car? It's like a toy, and you will regret it soon."

"It's okay." Yu Jinle smiled. He knew that Zhang Hongkuan might not even know what kind of model the Angkesaila was. He just needed someone to express his admiration for him in a timely manner.

Some people are like this, born rich and honorable, and can go smoothly for the rest of their lives, but they are not capable enough to make up for their family background, not to mention that his level is much higher than that of the group of dudes who just eat and wait to die.

"Your car is pretty good. It has a lot of space inside and is suitable for you." Yu Jinle thought silently in his heart for a car with a floor price of more than 30 yuan. I also want a big one, but I can't afford it.

"It's okay, this car." Zhang Hongkuan patted the center console, "This is my old man's, and I fancy the XC60, but thinking about the impact of driving it to work, I didn't buy it, and I drove the old man first. This, Honda, keep a low profile."

Well, a Honda with more than 30 yuan is indeed quite "low-key".

"Volvo is good." The group posted the location, Yu Jinle opened his eyes and said, "20 meters ahead."

Found the place quickly this time.

Located between a physiotherapy shop and a Hong Kong goods store, there is a courtyard gate that only allows two cars to enter and exit at the same time.They have a good grasp of time, they are neither the first batch to arrive, nor will they make people wait for the meal.

Geshitu drove into the courtyard gate, just in front of him, a dark blue Angkesai with the license plate ending in 510 pulled out.

Broad shoulders, narrow hips, and long legs.

Against the golden sunset, Yu Jinle recognized the person just by the beautiful and smooth lines on the side of his face.

He smiled barely audibly.

"Thinking about it?" Zhang Hongkuan obviously recognized the person coming, and as soon as the car stopped, he couldn't wait to stick his head out of the window, "Squad leader! Squad leader! You're always bubbling!"

That attitude was so excited that he almost jumped out of the car window.

While trying to lock the car and turn around, he smiled calmly and calmly.

"What a coincidence, Zhang Hongkuan."

He stood still and waited for the two of them to get off the car. Afterglow gave him a fluffy layer of gold. After more than 30 years of honing, this man has forged a transformed and calm atmosphere.

It's just that this smile falls in the eyes of another person, which is a typical coquettish one.

Yu Jinle thought silently.

"I came back in a bit of a rush this time, so I didn't visit my uncle and aunt. Are they in good health?"

The smile in the sun looks simple and beautiful.Even the casual attire in a white shirt, jeans and white shoes is subtly different from Yu Jinle's student spirit.

How hypocritical!

Yu Jinle rolled his eyes in the back, it's not like he hasn't been back for so many years, if he really wants to come to visit, why not choose this time?

The two people over there chatted happily without any regard, as if there had never been any disagreement or conflict.

From the female classmate who went abroad and married a high school student and gave birth to a son worth hundreds of billions, to the male classmate who got promoted and became rich and died of his wife.

Yu Jinle realized that what Zhang Hongkuan said in the car just now was just the tip of the iceberg, and just this small tip of the iceberg was enough to remind him of the restlessness he felt in the past three years of high school.

Thinking of being different from him.

Bian Xiang and Zhang Hongkuan lived in the same dormitory area of ​​the Political and Legal Committee until the second year of high school.The father in the family is also an old comrade in arms who retired from the army and joined the system, so the topics they talked about were not as blunt as they were chatting with Yu Jinle on the road.

It was just a distraction, and the topic of the two of them has jumped from greeting each other to the elders to whether a certain classmate has been promoted to a department in a certain unit, or who has gone to the grassroots level to gain experience, etc. Does he understand the content.

After all, there are still people from different worlds.

As soon as this idea came to his mind, he saw the squad leader who was walking in front stretched out his hand towards him, with the car keys and driving license in his hand.

Yu Jinle hurriedly connected, and the two hands separated as soon as they touched, and the movements were naturally and familiarly connected. When they parted, Yu Jinle's palm was scratched vaguely.

Walking on the sidelines, Zhang Hongkuan, who was thinking about the next door, didn't notice the small movements of the two of them at all.

After the above "eight major items" come down, one of the most influential industries is the catering industry.Now let alone high officials, even small shrimps and millets are trying to survive with their roots between them.The classmate who decided on the venue for this meeting is said to have a small official position. Now he dare not go to a high-end dinner, but he always wants to show himself in front of his former classmates, so he booked this one that looks both stylish and hidden. private club.

Walking through the long corridor, the three of them came to a spacious and bright lobby under the leadership of a waiter in a neat uniform.A simple and grand crystal chandelier hangs from the ceiling of the lobby, and the warm yellow light covers every corner. The thick coffee-colored carpet with curly flowers absorbs the decibels of several people walking, leaving only a slight "rustling" sound from the rubbing of clothes.

Some murals were sparsely hung in the lobby. Before Yu Jinle had time to look at them, he was brought to one of the paintings, and then the door opened.

So behind every painting is a box door?

Yu Jinle was taken aback by the door that appeared out of thin air, and entered the box as dazed as a newcomer to the city.

Cheers erupted in the box because of the thought of coming, and as soon as he entered, Yu Jinle found that the people around him had been hooked and left.

"Haha! We were able to invite the squad leader this time! It's such a surprise and a surprise! We've been looking forward to this year from the beginning of the year to the middle of the year, but we've finally been looking forward to you!"

"No way, it's not easy to make a living, and I don't have much rest during the Spring Festival, unlike all the bigwigs here."

While wanting to throw his arms around and laugh, he was able to handle this kind of social occasion with ease, and he didn't even need to use his usual tricks in business dealings, and he could mingle with this group of old classmates who didn't have much contact with each other with just a little gesture.

"What's the big guy? We don't like to hear what you say, class monitor. Who's not a fool!" A male student in a pink T-shirt with floral underpants pointed to the side and said seriously, "Wait Punishment, let you speak nonsense."

He wanted to hand over the two RemyMartins he was carrying, "Punish, punish, must punish, you see, I'm ready for my buddies!"

A group of people formed a circle with side thoughts as the center.

I don't know who is who's buddy, and who really knows whom well enough to be punished. This class reunion style is really evil.

It's obviously not a close relationship, but I have to find a reason for it again and again: Spring Festival, Lantern Festival, Qingming Festival, May Day...

Today a certain classmate came back from outside the province, and tomorrow a certain classmate returned to China... A group of people who might not have talked to each other when they were in the same class more than [-] years ago, but now they are racking their brains to think of reasons and ways to get together again.

Wanting to laugh at his naivety, he just asked him casually if he knew any of these students who were keen on the alumni reunion had any business, and did any of them urgently need to open up any business in which unit?Nowadays, no one is the brat who is so awesome that he can contract the entire canteen to hire the whole class with ten yuan in his pocket. Who is so idle all day long and wants to do group activities?One and two have clear goals and clear goals!

Yu Jinle has always refused to participate in this kind of class reunion, but this time he was caught by Zhang Hongkuan when he came back. He had invited him four or five times, and it would be too ignorant to refuse any more.

"A few days ago when Zheng Manman returned to China, we went fishing in the South Bay to eat seafood."

They are classmates in simple terms, but their relationship is not simple at all.

It can only be said that it was basically a gathering of people from the same school district: some lived in the same dormitory area of ​​the Political and Legal Committee, some were classmates from elementary school, some were from junior high school, and some were from the same school in high school.

There are single items, there are two mixed, and there are also three mixed.

Like Zheng Manman just mentioned, she was actually a classmate of Yu Jinle Kindergarten in elementary school, and went abroad immediately after graduating from elementary school; and I think he only came to Fucheng in the second year of junior high school, if it wasn’t for high school with Zhang Hongkuan and Yu Jinle If you make friends, he probably won't know who Zheng Manman is.

Those who live in the dormitory of the Political and Legal Committee are basically mixed in various institutional units, and there is another group of people who have inherited the family business-it is these two kinds of people who are very keen on organizing parties.

People like Yu Jinle and Bian Xiang, who have neither entered the system nor inherited the family business, stand out from the crowd.

It's just that he has a family connection since he was a child, and he started a business early in college, and he has a bright and outgoing personality, so he blends into the crowd effortlessly, let alone being out of place.

Oh, except for the looks.

Yu Jinle looked at the middle-aged men in front of him who were either pot-bellied or had a receding hairline that caused their foreheads to shine, and praised Bian's still handsome and handsome image.

Everyone drank Kung Fu tea for a while, and moved to the round dining table when everyone arrived.

When he got up, he wanted to take a few steps behind, and consciously or unconsciously walked beside Yu Jinle, and only then did someone in the crowd notice him.

"Eh? Yu Jinle, right? You have changed a lot, where are you now?"

Back then, the young man who timidly hid behind others with a hidden brilliance was easy to be ignored. He was the complete opposite of Zhang Hongkuan's aggressive presence.

"Ah?" Yu Jinle smiled, and prevaricated in a few words, "I'm in Pengcheng, doing odd jobs."

Obviously, he just asked casually in words, so he didn't need to take it too seriously.

"Oh, it's good, it's good!" Businessmen seem to have a skill that can judge whether the other party can bring any benefits to them in a few seconds.As for Yu Jinle, it was obvious that he was not in this range, so this person quickly turned around to greet the others to take their seats.

China's thousands of years of dinner table culture has always been extensive and profound. When you meet for the first time and discuss business with a few cups of yellow soup, you can call yourself brothers and sisters, not to mention this kind of dinner party that is also crowned with the title of "Classmates Association". Talk with me, remember the past time and feel the difficulty of today.

Thinking about the fact that Tucheng, who came here at the age of 14, might not be classmates with them, but his personality is straightforward enough. In addition, he had the title of squad leader in high school. It became one piece.

The price of being one with is that more than half of the two centaurs brought into the belly, the foreign wine is over, and the red wine brought by others.

Yu Jinle held Wanglaoji in his hands and sipped it, secretly reminding him while thinking, "Take it easy, I won't care about you if you fall here, I'll just throw you on the curb."

Once the Chinese toast button is turned on, it will not be considered as the end until the round is completed.A large table of more than 20 people came down, and except for a few female classmates, they basically gathered around and wanted to have a fight—oh no, Yu Jinle, who sat next to him and worked hard, didn't participate.

This is so embarrassing.

"Yu Jinle, why don't you respect the class monitor? You two were good brothers back then, why are you so estranged now?"

Classmate Hua Pants pointed at Yu Jinle, "Hey? Why do you old men still drink like your female classmates? Where's the wine glass? Pick it up!"

Yellow, dry, black and thin underpants, with a cigar in his left hand and a wine glass in his right, took the lead in yelling. Yu Jinle tilted his head and thought for a while but couldn't think of his name, so he could only smile awkwardly.

"That's right! What kind of drink are you drinking here? You don't even respect our monitor!"

This sounded like calling for a big girl to accompany a guest.

Yu Jinle twitched the corners of his mouth indistinctly, thinking that if your squad leader drinks more, you won't have to go back to your room tonight and go directly to be the head of the department.

It's just that what should be dealt with is still to be dealt with back, lest the two of them won't be able to go back later.

Clearing his throat, he was about to make a sound when he saw the man next door wave his hand and cover his wine glass with his left hand.

"Mr. Jie, if you want to be punished, go directly to it. What's the matter with using Xiao Yu'er as a token?"

At the beginning of the meal, the food was not finished, but the wine was drunk a lot, thinking about it, no matter how much it is, it will eventually be a little tired.

He lazily leaned back in the chair, put his left hand loosely behind Jin Le, pointed at him with the other hand and said, "I'm going to fall down later, and I still expect this kid to pick up my body. If you want to do it, do it yourself, don't look for other pretense."

They laughed and concluded: "Squad leader Bian, you have not changed for 50 years, and you are protecting the calf as always, and you are covering the little fish in your pocket!"

Squad leader Bian was noncommittal, holding his cigarette slantly, and pulled out a meaningful smile.

The ignited smoke circle dispersed around Yu Jinle, really forming a protective circle around him.

I thought that he was a rough person, smoking and drinking constantly, turning day and night upside down, not to mention any rules of life, he had no normal work and rest at all, getting up early and staying up late was not a problem; Staying in a city known for its exquisite dishes for so many years has not changed his northern scum.

This person has not grown crippled or crooked so far, which can be regarded as the Bian family's excellent genes are unbreakable.

I think the figure is maintained very well, probably because of the long-term fatigue of traveling outside, which is different from the artificial deliberate training in the gym. His complexion is light wheat-colored, and the muscle lines are beautiful and smooth without exaggeration. When the long left arm rested behind Jin Le, it pulled out a neat muscle curve.

The turntable of the dining table turned half a circle, and a plate of raw salmon stopped in front of them.

The fresh and crystal-clear sashimi is thinly spread on the crushed ice, surrounded by bursts of icy light, and decorated with a few pieces of carved fresh lemon, the slightly sour lemon juice penetrates into the fish, and the sashimi is vividly hooked The fresh and sweet taste——

Yu Jinle's face turned a little blue.

He doesn't eat raw food, but he knows table manners.

It's so strange when people grow up. If it's a child who encounters something he doesn't eat, he will stop eating it immediately after making a fuss. But he is an older unmarried young man who is about to hit the forty middle age mark. He is a stranger in this kind of food. On some occasions, there is no need for him to reveal his likes and dislikes.

He took a deep breath and just raised his chopsticks, when he saw someone stretch out his long arms, and directly and politely picked up the remaining two pieces of sashimi on the plate.

The others talked and ate their own food, and didn't pay attention to what happened to them.

Yu Jinle's eyebrows twitched, and the chopsticks turned and stretched seamlessly to the next plate of cooked food. Only the corners of his mouth could not help but slightly raised to reveal his joy.

"Yeah? Are you married, monitor? Why didn't you let the wind out?"

Probably because the arm resting on the back of the chair was too eye-catching, and finally someone noticed the simple platinum ring on the ring finger of his left hand.

While thinking about it, he lazily raised his left hand, and restrained a group of drunkards just in time.

"What? You are only allowed to marry and have children one by one, and I am not allowed to settle down secretly?"

Perhaps this news made Zhang Hongkuan a little confused. He was stunned for a while, and then he punched the top and thought, "Your boy is well hidden, and there is no leak of wind."

"That's right, we still treat you as Weng Lin back then..." A female classmate over there answered.

"Isn't this a leak?" As he wanted to retract his arm, he lazily interrupted the female classmate's unfinished words, "Mr. Zhang, do you still dare to speak of me? Don't you have any rumors yourself? Don't tell me that the family is so early. Did you hide it?"

This news was a bit explosive, and with the words of a certain female classmate just now, everyone began to recall the well-known love history of the class leader Bian back then.

Thinking back then, the affectionate and gentle image was deeply rooted in the hearts of the people.For girls who are generally dreamy and watch too much romance, that is the curriculum standard that can be used to train their future husbands. Its level of authority is close to that of "Five-Year College Entrance Examination and Three-Year Simulation". Although the image is a bit ruined in the middle and late stages, but After a long time, the experience blurred that unpleasant period, but the impression at the beginning was impressive.

"Hey! It's been so long since I've turned the page, but let me tell you that my wife is very stingy. If I continue, I'll have to kneel to the motherboard tonight."

While he was about to bite his cigarette, he sounded a warning to the group of people who were still discussing the aftertaste enthusiastically.

"Hey? Are you still afraid of guilt?" Zhang Hongkuan couldn't stop laughing.

Yu Jinle stopped his chopsticks, turned his head sideways and thought for a moment.

Thinking about shrugging her shoulders, she bared her teeth and smiled back at him, thank you very much.

What about fear?You kid has the ability to set me up, sir, but I don't have the ability to admit that I am afraid of guilt?

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The copywriting was a passage I saw on Weibo, and then I thought I could write such a story.

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