personal problem

On the 19th, Fan Jian got up early, went to get a haircut first, and then leisurely found a restaurant to cook hot pot.

Ignoring his mother's call, Fan Jiancai suddenly remembered that it seemed that he hadn't dated for more than half a year.

Every day is like a spinning top, and it will never stop. Fan Jian does not think that he is a procrastinator, but it is an indisputable fact that his work efficiency is not high.

why?Life is like a huge net, but also like a thin cocoon, trapping him in it, he can't find enthusiasm, but there is no special reason to be sad.

This kind of emotion, people call it numbness succinctly.

Weibo is still very lively, people with different or the same views are arguing endlessly about hot current events and official tweets, extreme left, extreme right, center left, center right, plus Fan Jian who doesn't care about politics middle pie with soy sauce.

Aggressive creatures like men seem to be naturally irresistible to all confrontational activities, whether it is competitive sports or political and military.

Five years ago, Fan Jian would be eager to join the debate, but now he just feels irritated, brushing up groups like "classmates and friends", "scarf jokes", and "beauty stars", and then decisively go offline, filling the full Negative energy and dirty resentment are left behind.

"Waiter," Fan Jian put down his phone and said, "One more tofu skin."

The waiter's eyes were more or less sympathetic. After all, on a Friday night, a young man on his third year of life was sitting alone in a hot pot restaurant.

When the bean curd skin jumped in the red soup and slowly changed from bean yellow to pale white, Fan Jiancai let out a soft breath.

Tomorrow, I will see my old classmate.

The next morning, Fan Jian came to the school early and found Meng Linwei at the door of the class by accident.

"Hi, teacher!" Some people have such magical powers, even after so many years, they can still make people blush, although it is not out of embarrassment.

Meng Linwei was a poor-faced scholar back then, but now he has a bit of wind and frost on his face. He looked at Fan Jian with his hands behind his back, and smiled slowly, "You were also the first to arrive back then."

Fan Jian was stunned, but couldn't help laughing: "At that time, teacher, you also arrived very early, and you stood in the same position and posture."

"Come talk with me." Seeing Meng Linwei taking out the cigarette case, Fan Jian quickly took out the lighter and lit a cigarette for the teacher.

The two men puffed at the door for a while, and Meng Linwei said, "When did you learn to smoke?"

Fan Jian shrugged: "Maybe in college, who remembers clearly."

"Smoking is bad for your health," Meng Linwei held the cigarette butt between his arms, "If you can quit, let's quit."

"How to quit the teacher taught me?" Fan Jian said poorly.

Meng Linwei kicked him in a gesture: "I've said it for so many years, I originally expected you to improve a little bit, now I'll see, how come you still live up to your name?"

Fan Jian was shameless: "It means that my parents have strong foresight." He glanced at his watch, "Teacher, how many people have visited you after graduation?"

"Well, good question," Meng Linwei took a puff of cigarette, "the education industry rarely has repeat customers, and the frequency of after-sales service is the opposite of that of electrical appliances. Generally, children who are born in the wind are too busy to come back, or they don't bother to come back. They feel ashamed and embarrassed to come back. Those who are not up or down or who feel good about themselves, such as you, will come back and take a look."

Fan Jian said seriously: "Teacher, I actually have feelings for the school."

Meng Linwei glanced at him and sighed. Fan Jian was actually quite good-looking, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, the standard appearance of a Communist Party member in an old movie of the 70s and [-]s.But I don't know why, no matter how sincere he is, the expression on his face is always full of unspeakable cynicism, to put it bluntly, cheap.

"Hello, teacher!" A voice came, and the two turned their heads to find a few girls coming together, dressed in fancy clothes, and each of them was carrying the best bag that could be named.

Meng Linwei nodded: "Let's all go in."

People arrived one after another, and everyone moved to the school auditorium again. Hundreds of people from one grade squeezed in and chattered inside, which was a grand sight.

The seats have not changed—Dong Xia is on the left, Fan Jian is in the middle, Qiu Ming is on the right, and Jiang Wan, a family member, is on the right.

"Hey," Dong Xia murmured, "what do you think the school is doing, and it even gives out awards. There are so many tricks."

Qiu Ming sneered: "Are you moved by the attached high school? Then I will vote for Jiangwan."

Casting a disdainful look, Fan Jian thought for a while: "Do you remember that before graduation, each class seemed to have a class meeting to gather some students to enroll."

Everyone recalled it, and suddenly realized that the trend of classmate recording was prevalent back then, causing countless students to brush and write in the drawer during class. Meng Linwei strictly prohibited this unhealthy trend and criticized the whole class, but in the end a special class meeting was held. Say goodbye to each other and exchange souvenirs.

"At that time, did you vote?" Fan Jian was a little uncertain, "Write down the names of the students who have the most potential and the most promising prospects in your heart?"

Looking at each other, Jiang Wan concluded, "It's cruel."

Dong Xia sighed: "Rather than saying it's cruel, I think that in the selection of class flowers and class grass there was a class match, that was even worse than that."

The principal began to read a lengthy speech, and Fan Jian couldn't help but thank God. Although he didn't like this old-fashioned bureaucratic "ruler" at all back then, seeing the old principal still standing here tough, he had to feel his life kindness.

"I heard..." Qiu Ming whispered beside him, "This time the second class is also scheduled to be in Fengbozhuang."

Fan Jian nodded. Everyone knew about the rivalry between the two classes, so that even after ten years, they still felt like they were on a narrow road.

"The Distinguished Alumni Award will be presented here!" the host whispered.

Fan Jian just thought it was funny, everyone is only 27 or [-] years old at this time, how can they be outstanding?Sure enough, the recipient of the award was an Ivy League returnee Ph. D., who is now starting a business in Zhangjiang Science and Technology Park, and he is so eloquent that he can't wait to engrave the three characters Gaoshuaifu on his forehead.

"This award should go to our class, Ji Xiaoxuan!" Dong Xia was extremely unconvinced, "That is really a celebrity."

"He's called Ji Li now," Fan Jian corrected him, "Besides, you saw that he didn't come today."

Ji Xiaoxuan can be regarded as a legend in this class. When he was studying, he was thin and small, and he was completely unobtrusive. After graduation, he took the drama examination and became an actor. He was reborn, and he just won an award not long ago.

Jiang Wan coughed lightly, and they realized that because they were too involved in the conversation, everyone on the stage looked over at the same time.

At this moment, the "Most Social Conscience Award" has been awarded, and the winner is Wang Huaijin from Class Two.

Back then, Wang Huaijin was already the embryo of an elite. After years of influence, he has become a mainstay in every gesture.He accepted the certificate with a polite smile, bowed to thank everyone, and resolutely stepped down.

"He must feel ashamed." Fan Jian said suddenly.

Qiu Ming raised his eyebrows: "Oh? You know again"

Fan Jian shrugged: "I know him well, after all, I beat him up."