Quick travel starts from tearing apart the plane management bureau

"That's better. We'll go later. You and I can rest for a while first." Jiuli said as she cleaned up the dishes neatly.

The two of them went on to watch a group of people dancing in the square downstairs when the lights came on. Looking to the side, they saw Zhao Hua and Lin Jiamo, Chen Xun and Fang Hui all dancing gracefully, looking younger and younger.

"Hey, you guys are coming down here too?" Zhao Hua saw the two of them coming hand in hand and teased, "Do you want to come together?"

"Are you all here?" Qiao Ran smiled and looked at them.

"Aren't I just waiting for you? I'm so busy that I can't find you all day long. Unlike us, who are so idle?" Chen Xun joked, his every move was full of calmness.

"Hey, there's a class reunion in a few days, why don't you go too? We're getting older now, and we'll see each other less and less." Zhao Hua took Lin Jiamo to sit next to him, smiling.

"Go, aren't you going? Or do you have other plans?" Qiao Ran handed the newly bought donkey rolls to Jiuli and sat aside.

"Of course we went together." Zhao Hua laughed proudly.

He has to show off that he is living better than anyone else.

"We don't have any plans." Chen Xun glanced at Fang Hui.

At this time, Fang Hui was leaning next to Jiuli, whispering something, with a smile on her face, and it was obvious that she was very happy.

"That's probably it," Fang Hui said with a hint of melancholy.

"Why are you in such a hurry? There will always be a way when you reach the mountain." Jiuli comforted casually. Who knew that this could turn out to be a positive and a negative?

"That's the only way to look at it." Fang Hui smiled again, "What have you been busy with these past few years? You hardly have any vacation time?"

"The company doesn't give us many holidays, but I'm retired now." Jiuli just mentioned it briefly without saying anything more.

"That's good. We can dance square dance, practice Tai Chi, and go shopping together in the future." Fang Hui counted carefully.

"Okay, as long as those two naughty boys in your family have no objection." Jiuli poked Fang Hui's forehead with a smile.

"Why would they have any objections?" Fang Hui thought for a moment and said affirmatively.

Lin Jiamo was still lively and cheerful, and she could easily get along with others. After a simple conversation, she started dancing.

The six of them went upstairs together at around ten o'clock, and each of them agreed on a departure time, and went out together on the day of the classmate party.

Before I even walked into the private room, I was already alerted by the noise inside. It became even more noisy once I entered the room. A group of old men with their spouses were talking in groups of three or five.

"Chen Xun, you're living a good life now. People would believe you're thirty." One of them turned around, with some surprise in his eyes. It was the doorbell that had a crush on Chen Xun back then.

"How can you say that? They are all good." Chen Xun took Fang Hui's hand and sat aside, not hiding his love for her.

"You guys look like you've eaten preservatives. How enviable." One of them looked at them and said, "Come on, have a drink."

There were compliments everywhere as the glasses were clinking. The one who was doing well among them was the big boss Zhao Hua. As for the other two, few people mentioned their names now.

All of a sudden, everyone's focus shifted from the squad leader of that year to Zhao Hua, and Qiao Ran only said a few words, found an excuse to go out with Jiuli, and walked slowly on the road.

"Why did you come out?" Jiuli shook the hand she was holding.

"It's a bit noisy in there. They have all changed." Qiao Ran hesitated slightly, but still said the rest of the sentence.

He began to doubt whether the group of classmates from that year had ever appeared, but he knew that time had changed too much.

"A lot has changed. After all, many years have passed." Jiuli held Qiao Ran's hand tightly, "But I'm still by your side."

"Yeah, luckily I still have you." Qiao Ran smiled, "I didn't eat much just now, shall we go eat something else?"

"What do you want to eat?" Jiuli looked around.

"I remember there is a snack street not far from here. Let's go take a look. It can be considered as a way to relive the past." Qiao Ran pulled Jiuli and walked towards another path.

Not long after they ran out, Zhao Hua pulled Lin Jiamo out, followed by the impatient Chen Xun and Fang Hui. As expected, they were brothers and their emotions were not much different.

"Is this store still there?" I stopped by a spicy hot pot restaurant and asked, "How about we just eat this?"

"Okay," Jiuli nodded, "but after a while you won't be able to eat it because you have no teeth anymore." She said with a smile after a moment.

"Grind it into powder so you can drink it as a paste?" After ordering the dishes, Qiao Ran sat down slowly beside them and made a suggestion.

"This is a good idea, but it tastes a bit bad." Jiuli agreed, "Forget it, I can have porridge."

We finished eating the spicy hot pot while chatting and laughing, and went home together.

Jiuli was nominally retired, but privately he also led a group of young people, and did not retire completely until a few years later.

The development of the country can almost be described as changing with each passing day. After several years, Qiao Ran left first in this life.

As for Jiuli, she followed him not long after and was buried on the same day. As soon as the girl assigned to take care of Jiuli entered the house, she saw two gray-haired old people leaning against each other.

"Passed away." These two words sound heavy and sad.

The funeral was handled by the government, which changed its previous low-key style and was held in an extremely grand manner. Almost everyone could hear it during that period and was confused.

How could such an unknown person mobilize so many media? It was not a big deal. In the days that followed, I began to realize that this was not the death of one person but the end of an era. She was a treasure given by God.

"No wonder we hardly see her in normal times." After offering incense, Fang Hui looked back at the long queue of people outside, full of pride, "She is really amazing."

"Yes." Lin Jiamo was proud and distressed. He was too powerful and was the most powerful one they would ever meet in their life.

"We're almost there, right? I hope she goes slower," Fang Hui glanced at Lin Jiamo and said quietly, "Take another look here," take a look at the world she had personally participated in.

"What are you talking about?" Lin Jiamo glared at Fang Hui unhappily, "I'm still young and can live a long time."

"I said the wrong thing." Fang Hui pursed her lips in embarrassment, vaguely seeing the shadow of the shy girl back then, "It will take a long time, then we will tell her about the changes."

The two pairs of old couples supported each other as they walked away, while there was an endless stream of people coming and going in front of the tombstone. Most of them were not related by blood, but they would come every Qingming Festival.

A separate page was opened in the school's history, which was a photo of Jiuli when she was young. She was stunningly beautiful and aggressive.

Year after year, more and more people remember it, it spreads farther and farther, and an endless stream of merits gathers into the void.

Jiuli didn't stop and stepped directly into the next plane.

"Master," Ling Ling called out, compressing his memories into a memory ball and throwing it to Jiuli.