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It took all my luck to meet you in my lifetime, so how do I like you?

On the light blue letter paper, the beautiful handwriting looks a little old because of the long-term blindness, and every stroke is full of tenderness.

At the bottom of the paper is a simple sketch of a q-version portrait in a shirt, with short forehead-length hair, dignified glasses, and a few chats that entrust all the yearning.

This is a girl's mind, left on the letterhead that has not been mailed, and no one will see it except herself.

The man folded the letter, put it in a box and put it in a drawer.He leaned back in the chair, unconsciously tapping the fingers of his right hand on the table.His expression was very light, so light that he was a little indifferent. His eyes didn't know where to fall, and there was a thick fog inside.

The phone on the table rang, he paused for a while, then picked it up.

"Boss, everything is ready."

"it is good."

The man put down the phone, and after another moment of silence, he got up, picked up his coat, and walked out of the room.

Then, let's get started.

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"Shen Ting, why haven't the materials been prepared yet? I told you at noon that I need to use them for the afternoon meeting, and I'm slow, what are I thinking about every day, and do I still want to do it!"

"I'm sorry, I'll be fine soon..."

Shen Ting, who was so busy that he didn't even eat lunch, printed out the materials in a hurry, apologized and walked to the conference room, but was knocked hard by the opposite person, almost knocked off his glasses.

"Be careful, you're such an adult, really..."

"sorry Sorry……"

After the meeting felt like sitting on pins and needles, Shen Ting returned to his seat with a bunch of reports in his hands, rubbed his face, and let out a long sigh.

"Have you been reprimanded again?" Sister Wang from the same group dragged the chair and turned around and patted him on the shoulder, "Don't take it to heart, that's what Gui Jianchou is like, just treat him as a fart."

Shen Ting smiled wryly, endured the protest of his stomach and opened the report to start working.Sister Wang leaned over: "There are so many, and let you do it alone? Really, I always bully you to be honest, bring some, and I will help you."

"No need, Sister Wang, you have a lot to do, I can do it by myself. Thank you." Shen Ting adjusted his glasses and declined her kindness.

"It's okay, I'll help you when I finish my work." Sister Wang looked at him with the caring eyes unique to elders. In her opinion, this young junior has a good appearance, good personality, honesty and cuteness. Everyone likes him and takes care of him like a younger brother.It's a pity that she is only a small employee in this company, and she can't help him with many things, so she can only comfort him more, so as to heal the devastation he suffered from the supervisor.

Apart from him, several other female colleagues in the same group also "cared" Shen Ting, and came to help him with work when they were free, making other male compatriots in the company envious and jealous .

"Shen Ting, go eat hot pot with us after get off work. I heard that the newly opened one is very good."

"Yeah, let's go together. Anyway, you are alone after get off work. It's so boring."

Shen Ting used to push his glasses, although he knew that they had good intentions, but he was really embarrassed to let him, a big man, hang out with women all day long, so he found a reason to decline, and concentrated on his work, trying to get rid of it today Work overtime and go back to have a good meal.

It's a pity that he still worked overtime. After checking the report with great difficulty, the supervisor asked him to make a proposal, which lasted until after seven o'clock in the evening.

Shen Ting has every reason to suspect that the bald and overweight supervisor who has run away from menopause and his wife is jealous of his handsomeness, so he targets him everywhere, but unfortunately he dares not speak out, so he has to hold back.

After leaving the office, he tightened his coat, ate a bowl of noodles at a small roadside restaurant, and caught the last subway home.

There were not many people in the subway, everyone was watching their mobile phones quietly, and Shen Ting was no exception. After swiping Weibo for a while, he saw a message from □□ signed by Yang Wenwen.

"Is Teacher Shen there? I'm Yang Wenwen, do you remember me?"

Shen Ting was stunned for a while, looked at the line of words for a long time without replying.

teacher?

After not being a teacher for many years, he almost forgot the feeling of saying these two words together with his surname. It is strange, but he still has some nostalgia.

"I contacted my former classmates and wanted to hold a class reunion next week. Will the teacher come too?"

Another message came from the other end, Shen Ting was still a little confused.

Class reunion?

Shen Ting hesitated for a while, and replied: "I'll forget it, you guys have a good get together."

The other side quickly replied: "No, everyone misses you very much, and they all wonder if you have become more handsome. By the way, teacher, are you married? If not, choose one of us."

Seeing that funny expression with tongue sticking out, Shen Ting couldn't laugh or cry.

Looking back at the beginning, he graduated from a prestigious school and was a top student at a normal university. With the halo of a teacher, he was considered a human being, but now?

If those female students saw this hopeless, weak and accomplished teacher Shen, their fantasies would probably be smashed into bubbles.

Yang Wenwen was the class monitor at that time, with excellent grades and good looks, I don't know how it is now.

For a moment, Shen Ting really wanted to meet the former students.

"I'll let you know the specific time and place. The teacher must come, bye."

Yang Wenwen's hot-tempered personality hasn't changed at all, and he doesn't give him a chance to refuse.Shen Ting sent a goodbye expression, and his thoughts returned to the past again.

At that time, he was a high school teacher, and he was at the prime of his life. Because of his good personality, he got along very well with a group of freshman students. In comparison, that time was simply the pinnacle of life.

Now he has become a low-level office worker who is bumping into walls everywhere in the workplace. He is almost thirty and has not yet gotten used to the routines in the office.

Why is this happening?

He rubbed his face to prevent himself from reviewing those unbearable memories, watching the site approaching a little bit, he walked out of the subway, returned to the small house of more than ten square meters, and lay on the bed, so that he could completely relax.

He didn't think too much about the so-called class reunion, but one day after a week, his accountant received news from Yang Wenwen again.

"I'll meet you at the east gate of xx square on Saturday at ten o'clock in the morning. If you don't come, we won't leave. The teacher can figure it out." There was still that expression of sticking out his tongue, and Shen Ting was helpless. He happened to be off on Saturday, so he just went Go ahead and have a look.

At this time, he will not know that it will be a journey he will never forget.