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 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. All of them, and two of them were admitted to Yanda University and Qinghua University. Currently, they are either just starting to work or studying abroad for further studies. Everyone
I had just entered society, and my thoughts were not so utilitarian. I still retained some reserve and simplicity of students. Everyone 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 well-known on the entire Internet. Who would he be teasing if he didn't tease Li Peifeng?
"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."
"It's better to persist. Perseverance 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 and reminisce about his three years in high school.
The three-year cold window was extremely long and bitter at the time. But looking back now, it was only short for a moment. It seemed as if everyone was still in the classroom and the teacher was teaching tirelessly on the stage. They looked through the mountains of books on the table.
Looking out the window at the sunset in a daze, I dozed off with my arms propped up...
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 asked you to spread the paper in a low voice and let me see it."
Liu Zhengqi finally recalled it and laughed loudly: "I didn't tell you that I covered up the scroll 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 a fool? 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 will definitely die this time. You also know the temper of our class teacher, it 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!
"
"Ahahaha~"
The whole audience burst into laughter, and Liu Zhengqi also felt a little ashamed: "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?"
The scene became quiet for a few moments after these words came out. 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, let's start!"
Du Jiahui looked at Li Peifeng, smiled lightly, with two dimples on her face: "Come on."
"Okay, let's sing the song we sang when we graduated."
Mr. Li nodded slightly, thought for a while, and then started humming using the "Round the Liang Zhi Yin".
"~en~"
"How can we forget our old friends and not miss them in our hearts~"
"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.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! 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 followed it.
He sang together, singing 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!"
"I am over-flattered!"
"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 while riding a 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!"
"ah?!"
Zuo Dongxu was stunned. Li Peifeng sighed: "The class group has been notified of the cerebral infarction, what happened the year before last, don't you know?"
Zuo Dongxu smiled bitterly: "I really don't know, I didn't pay attention to the group chat."
Once this topic was brought up, it couldn't be stopped. Everyone present talked about who in the class had a situation similar to that of 'Zhang Wenyan' and 'Lao Sun'. Talking in detail, in the class of fifty-three people
There were at least ten people who couldn't appear in front of everyone and attend this party.
Excluding Zhang Wenyan, who died in a car accident, and class teacher Sun Anzhi, who died of illness.
Of the remaining eight, two classmates also died due to accidents or diseases. One of them, we couldn't even tell whether it was a suicide or an accident.
One made a mistake and got into the fence, and is currently working on his sewing machine frantically, striving to be released from prison as soon as possible;
One of them suffered emotional setbacks, had mental problems, and had severe hallucinations. He was fighting wits with the doctors in the mental hospital to prove that he was not mentally ill.
There was a man who was admitted to a secret scientific research military unit and studied missiles at a military base in the mountains and forests. He was destined to remain anonymous for the rest of his life;
After graduating from college, there was a man who joined a secret department of the military or national security. He was also involved in a very high-level secret service. He might have shed his blood on the secret front, but he was also destined to remain unknown.
The last one simply disappeared from the world. No one knows where he went or what he is doing now...
Could it be that he is the protagonist through time travel? What kind of classmates are I?! Death from illness, car accident from car accident, mental illness from mental illness, suicide from suicide...
Li Peifeng didn't like it. On the other hand, he felt deeply that the atmosphere of the dinner had been ruined, so he wanted to improve it.
"Let's talk about something fun. Hui Jia, I just finished singing. You can lead us to sing another song."
Du Jiahui frowned and said, "My name is not Huijia!"
I know, wasn't this a deliberate mistake to ease the awkward atmosphere?!
"Sorry, sorry, I drank too much, so my mouth is full."
Li Peifeng snorted secretly, apologized, and then said: "Jiahui, please sing a song."
Du Jiahui thought for a moment and then spoke slowly: "The flowers bloom in spring, the wind in autumn, and the setting sun in winter. In my melancholy youth, I once thought this ignorantly..."
The song "The Story of Time" was melodious and melodious. At ten o'clock in the night, the dinner ended and the students went back to their homes.
"Where do you live? Shall I take you there?"
At the door of the hotel, some people were waiting for a driver, and some waved for a taxi. Du Jiahui took the initiative to find Li Peifeng, took out the car key in her bag, pressed the unlock button, and the lights of the brand new Mercedes-Benz C-Class next to her came on.
"No need, I'll just take a taxi with them."
Li Peifeng pointed to the stopped taxi, then waved his hand and said: "Let's go, bye."
Liu Zhengqi reminded loudly: "Send me a WeChat message when you get home."
"clear."
Get in the car and leave.
Du Jiahui is just the youth he once was, and now Li Peifeng has his own story.
There are mountains and rivers, and tired birds don’t know where to go. It’s hard to seek refuge in adversity, but the origins are lingering. If you can’t go back, it’s meaningless to just remember the past. It’s very dangerous to keep looking back...
"What are you doing (cute)? Log in to TT quickly and check out your book club."
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! The first time he entered the house after returning home, Huang Tianxuan sent a WeChat message. Li Peifeng was reminded by this, and when he turned on the computer, he realized what his book friend was doing.
Yao Mozi.
After more than two hours of fermentation, the incident of 'taking photos of flesh to impress the author' has become more and more serious. Book friends are united and working together to make Li Peifeng break the news, otherwise the photos will be exposed, and they have given the last time to do so.
Before midnight tonight.
"How scary, it seems like there are readers crawling on me with small blades!
"
Li Peifeng is really a little worried. If his dark history of asking for red envelopes with photos of his flesh is exposed, the consequences may not be very bad, but the fun-loving netizens may not necessarily damage him. The pen name of "One or Two Winds in the World" is more useful.
Few will be affected.
But it is impossible to just bow down and agree to update. This kind of thing happens twice once, and they are holding the hand. Even if Li Peifeng has saved 500,000 words of manuscripts, he still cannot satisfy them.
Because of his appetite, in the future, he will definitely use his nude photos to coerce him into doing more extreme things!
Therefore, even if Li Peifeng did not read all the chat messages, he made up his mind that this hole should not be opened. At worst, he would let them publish the photos of their flesh. Black and red are also red. After all, he relies on his talent and works to make a living, and he has a lot of fame.
A little peach color doesn't hurt either.
And what makes Li Peifeng fortunate is that not everyone in the 4,000-strong book friend group is threatening him. There are still people who are helping him to speak up, such as Huang Tianxuan's "Lao Huang next door", such as "Yun Xin Yuexing"
'Zhao Qingge. The latter is particularly determined and decisive...
"No, you can't post it! What you are doing is tantamount to leaking people's privacy. You are not joking with the author. It is against the law. Do you know the consequences?"
Yun Xinyuexing: "Publishing other people's private photos online infringes on other people's portrait rights and privacy rights. The victim can ask for compensation from the publisher and the website. If the circumstances are serious and widespread, they will be suspected of spreading obscene materials.
, shall be sentenced to fixed-term imprisonment of not more than two years, surveillance or criminal detention. If it does not constitute a crime, it may also be suspected of violating Article 42, Item 6 of Public Security Administration Punishment for spreading other people's privacy. Depending on the seriousness of the case, he shall be fined not more than five hundred yuan or five to ten days.
Administrative penalty of detention. A person whose private photos are distributed can file a lawsuit for infringement of reputation in court, demanding compensation for mental and economic losses... Even if the author does not pursue the case, wouldn't the author's family be angry? If you are a true fan of his books
, just think about it!"
Lao Zhao has spread the law in the group! It seems that other book lovers have also realized the seriousness of the problem and feel that this method of urging people to update is indeed a bit excessive. Therefore, they did not continue to discuss "taking photos of flesh to persuade the author", but simply urged them to do so.
Even.
My director must be able to deal with it. If something happens, she will really come forward and settle the matter as soon as she comes in! I am invincible and conquerable!
Li Peifeng was so moved that tears filled his eyes, and he said in the group: "It's time to code. Dear relatives, please don't post photos randomly. It will cause trouble to my life. I will work hard to update it!" Then he clicked on Yunxin.
Lunar dialog box, typed;
"I love you, sister~ Thank you for speaking out for me, otherwise it would be inappropriate for me to say this."
Yun Xinyuexing: "Is it just a verbal thank you?"
One or Two Winds in the World: "Well, I'll give you a red envelope? How much?"
After the chat box displayed "The other party is typing" for a while, Yun Xinyuexing said: "Ten photos."
Yun Xinyuexing: "(Kiss) You'd better wear less clothes... Well, I definitely won't spread the word, believe me!"
I believe in you so much, Zhao Duoduo!
Li Peifeng chuckled, stood up and picked up his phone, just as he was about to take a photo, Huang next door sent him another message.
"Is Lao Zhao also in the group?"
"How come Yun Xinyue Xing looks like her to me?"
One or Two Winds in the World: "I don't know, no, it's impossible...where did you see it?"
Huang next door: "The tone is very similar, and the behavior is also very similar. They both look serious, but can't stop being sultry."
One or Two Winds in the World: "(Gotou) don't say that about my director! Even if it's true, you can't say that!
"
"..."
This chapter has been completed!