What is the meaning of class reunion?

On the surface, it is about connecting with each other, chatting and reminiscing about the past, finding people you liked before, and rekindling old feelings. In essence, it is about gathering status, money, finding resources, and building connections.

Those who are doing well want to show off, while those who are doing poorly want to be helped by those who are doing well.

The female classmate is meticulously painted and well-dressed. The male classmate is in a suit and leather shoes, and looks like a human. The thoughts between the two are obvious.

In conclusion, the older you get, the more utilitarian the purpose of class reunions, and the more emotional things become.

Fortunately, high school career is not far away for Li Peifeng, and his classmates are not old and not so worldly.

Class 2 was originally a key liberal arts class in the city at Ningyuan City No. 1 High School. The students in the class generally had good college entrance examination scores, 985/211, and two of them were admitted to Yanda and Qinghua University. Currently, they are either just starting to work or studying abroad.

For further studies, we had just entered the society, and our thoughts were not so utilitarian. We still retained some reserve and simplicity of students. We sat together and simply ate and chatted.

But the topic at the dinner table basically revolved around Li Peifeng, after all, he had been in the limelight not long ago.

He is famous, rich, and connected to the entertainment industry. He has been trending on TV and is famous all over the Internet. If he doesn't make fun of Li Peifeng, who are he going to make fun of?

"Are Nazha's hands good to touch? How does Zhong Chuxi look in person?"

"Too thin and doesn't feel good to the touch. Real Chu Xi is just like that. She looks better than in front of the camera."

"Hey, do you have their WeChat accounts? We don't usually talk to each other?"

"No chatting, we meet each other occasionally at work, just a little social interaction."

"Ban Cao, I saw you on Douyin last time. Are you still engaged in self-media? How about it? Are you making money?"

“I’m a fan of short videos, so I don’t make much money from them.”

"Oh, then you should be quite profitable from writing online, right?"

"Just so so, I remember...Ajie, did you tell me before that you were writing online articles?"

"Hey, it was my sophomore year. I wanted to try writing, but I couldn't hold anything in front of the computer, so I gave up."

"Persistence will always pay off. Your writing skills are not bad."

Li Peifeng didn't want to be the one who stood out, so he just ate in silence. If his classmates took the initiative to chat with him, he would chat for a few words. If not, he would have a drink with Liu Zhengqi and the others to reminisce about his three years in high school.

The three-year cold window was extremely long at that time,

It was also very bitter. But looking back now, it was only a short moment. It seemed that everyone was still in the classroom and the teacher was teaching tirelessly on the stage. They looked at the sunset outside the window through the mountains of books on the table in a daze, holding on.

Arms taking a nap…

How come it has been six years since I graduated from high school when I just took a nap?

How many people want to go back to the past, but they clearly remember that they wanted to leave so much at that time.

"Monitor, do you still remember the time when I was a sophomore in high school and I didn't know the questions in a mock test, so I wanted to copy them as you did?"

Liu Zhengqi looked at the male classmate and said suddenly: "That question...Li Qingzhao?"

Zhao Ruiming smiled and nodded: "Yes, fill in the blanks and ask what sect Li Qingzhao is from. I don't know how. I'll whisper and ask you to open the paper and let me see it."

Liu Zhengqi finally recalled it and laughed loudly: "I didn't tell you that I covered up the roll of paper and taught you that plagiarism is not a skill and you have to rely on your true strength... What did you write in the end?"

"Wu-Tang Clan!"

"Hahaha~"

As soon as he finished speaking, the whole place burst into cheerful laughter.

Zhao Ruiming was not ashamed, but continued to preach with great interest: "After the results of that mock exam came out, Lao Sun was so angry that he pounded the table and shouted, 'This time it's too much, especially some people's answers, I You can invite your parents to come over and talk about it. I have been teaching for more than 20 years, how could I teach such an idiot? It is simply a shame to me and a shame to our class!

"

"I was so frightened that I thought that Lao Sun must be talking about me and I'm going to die this time. You also know the temper of our head teacher. That was really a beating!"

Zhao Ruiming seemed to still have Yu Ji's heart, and the others expressed their agreement with sympathy.

"Yes, almost all the boys in our class have been beaten by him. The sound of the little ruler is so loud and crisp that it can be heard in the corridor!"

But the next moment, Zhao Ruiming changed the topic: "But then I looked at the paper of our class teacher Liu, and I felt a lot more relaxed instantly. I knew that it was definitely not me that our class teacher was scolding. You know the answer he wrote to that question. What is it?"

"What did you write? Isn't the correct answer the graceful one?"

"This egg yolk pie is written in such a bad way!

"

"Ah hahaha~"

The whole audience burst into laughter, and Liu Zhengqi was also a little embarrassed: "A good man doesn't mention his bravery in the past. Let's have a drink and it's all in the wine!"

In the blink of an eye, halfway through the meal and the wine was in full swing, someone suddenly made a suggestion.

"Let's sing a song?"

As soon as these words came out, the scene became quiet for two minutes. It was obvious that everyone was somewhat interested in this proposal, but most of their eyes were directed at Li Peifeng.

"Come on, the class grass, our class grass sings beautifully!"

"No way? It's obviously Jiahui who sings the best!"

"Come on, come on, no matter who it is, just start!"

Du Jiahui looked at Li Peifeng, smiled lightly, with two dimples on her face: "You come on."

"Okay, let's sing the song we sang when we graduated."

Mr. Li nodded slightly, thought for a moment, and started humming using the "Round the Liang Zhi Yin".

"en~en~en~en~"

"How can we forget our old friends~

Can I not think about it in my heart~"

"How can old friends forget each other~ Friendship lasts forever~"

"We used to wander all day long~on the green hills of our hometown~"

"We have also gone through a lot of hardships ~ running around and wandering around ~"

"..."

Now Li Peifeng has the technical blessing of "Wandering Sound", and his voice is impeccable. It can be soft or soft, strong or hard, and the real and false voices can switch naturally. He also has the improvement of "Acute Hearing", and his absolute sense of pitch makes his singing better. His talent has been further improved. Although his level has not reached the level of a professional pop singer, and his skills are a bit inferior, his ability to render emotions is definitely not weak, and he will have no problem killing the public music lovers instantly.

Therefore, when Li Peifeng opened his mouth, some students took out their mobile phones to record videos, and some were so mesmerized that they got into the song and sang along with him, with the singing rising from weak to strong.

"We also had fun all day long, rowing on the green waves~"

"But now the work and the swallows are separated~far away from each other by the ocean~"

"..."

"Friendship lasts forever~Friends~Friendship lasts forever~"

"Toast a toast and drink~Sing with one voice Auld Lang Syne..."

After the song was finished, the chorus was sung twice more than the original song. Everyone was still not satisfied with the song. Some emotional female classmates even had red eyes. They were sentimental about the Spring and Autumn Period. Some praised Li Peifeng for his good singing voice: "Classmate, you can go." Joined Dongguk The Voice!"

"A prize, a prize, a prize!"

"Come, drink."

Zuo Dongxu raised a glass of wine. After everyone drank it, Cheng Kuan also put down the glass and suddenly said: "Which of you has contact with Zhang Wenyan? Is he working or studying somewhere?"

"Died."

I don't know who answered suddenly, and the dinner table suddenly became quiet.

"Dead...?"

Cheng Kuan's expression was shocked. He followed the sound and saw a fat girl with a ponytail repeating in a heavy tone: "He passed away."

After she finished speaking, the girl explained that the reason was very simple. Zhang Wenyan had an accident on his motorcycle. At a speed of 80 miles, he hit a car that ran a red light. He was killed on the spot.

"What happened two months ago, his parents just posted a message on WeChat Moments, and many classmates saw it. Feiyue, Xiuting and I went to the funeral...his parents cried like tears.

.”

Some people present knew about it and some didn't. Most of those who didn't know were stunned, and some didn't know what to say, including Li Peifeng.

He remembered Zhang Wenyan, a young man over 1.8 meters tall who was very good at playing basketball. He was the sports committee member of the class and had a cheerful personality with a bit of the arrogance of a young man. He heard that he was admitted to Northeastern University after graduation.

There was no further contact. Unexpectedly, when I heard this name this time, it was the news of his death.

"He, he still owes me thirty yuan."

Cheng Kuan said nonchalantly: "When I was in high school, I went online with him to help him..."

Maybe because he felt that the atmosphere of the dinner was too depressing, Zuo Dongxu pursed his lips and changed the topic: "Has our class teacher Sun retired now? Although I have been beaten by him a lot, but now that I think about it, he is still quite responsible.

, it’s so hard to find a teacher like Lao Sun now. Why don’t you all take advantage of the time you have recently to form a group to visit his old man.”

"..."

The scene became even more silent, and everyone looked at Zuo Dongxu with strange eyes.

Liu Zhengqi couldn't help but slap Zuo Dongxu, frowning and said: "Old Sun has passed away too!"
To be continued...