Jean Love

I don’t remember how many reunions I have turned down. Middle school, technical secondary school, big gatherings, small gatherings, simple meeting of one or two people, I basically don’t attend, I find various reasons to decline, slowly, broken got in touch.I received a call from Lao Du that day, and a silly aunt-like call came from the other end of the phone: "This old Chen Wen, we all thought you were missing."

"No grades, no face to others." I laughed.

"Are you afraid that we will ask you to borrow money?" Lao Du was always eloquent.

"It's my honor to catch up with Lao Du and ask me to borrow money." I still laughed.

Lao Du is my classmate in junior high school, and at the same time my classmate in technical secondary school. When we were in school, especially in technical secondary school, we were like buddies, talking, laughing and cursing haha. After graduation Have not met.When I received her call suddenly, the pure classmate love between family and friendship caused a wave of relaxation in my heart for a while, and I was delighted and greeted each other.

"Hey, I don't want to borrow money from you, but I want you to chip in for the class reunion, why don't you come? You must come." Old Du said.

"What reunion? When? Where?" I asked.

"Middle school students, National Day, everyone, go back to your alma mater, in the classroom where our class used to be."

"Oh, are they all going back? Are they all there?"

"Basically, I will go back. Pay attention to the Q group information. We have already prepared and started division of labor and cooperation. The old squad leader appointed me to call the students and told everyone to go back." Old Du said this like a cadre.

I was happy when I received the call, and I was happy to join the Q group, but I was undecided whether to go or not, and the final decision to go was also very hasty. When my mother heard that I was going back to attend the class reunion, I had to pay a few hundred With a puzzled expression, he said in a low voice, "Now the whole family needs money everywhere. They don't have money in the first place. You don't know how much it will cost you this time."

"A lot of classmates are in the same town, and they haven't seen each other for 15 years. Some time ago, they opened a Q group, and on the Internet, everyone basically got in touch. This time I went back to get together. I heard that there were very many people. In the past Teachers from the school will also come, and there will be donations and gifts to the school and teachers. I want to go back and have a look at the work and living environment of the students, and see why other people's small days are so prosperous. I can’t learn from it.” Seeing my mother’s puzzled expression, I explained it to her slowly until she stopped objecting.

As the National Day approached, several people called Lao Feng, Lao Li, and the old squad leader to ask me when I would leave. I said I would be there on time on the first day. The students who were teaching, they formed a group, discussing how to arrange the arrangement, discussing how to arrange the activities in the middle of everyone, and considering what to donate to the alma mater with something more practical.

At 2 o'clock in the morning on the 2st, I arrived at the middle school I used to attend in advance according to the time they specified. There was a spacious cement road at the entrance, with big trees on both sides, and fallen leaves under the trees. Banner, writing: Celebrate the Mid-Autumn Festival and celebrate the National Day.The two stone lions on both sides of the school gate are as lifelike as they used to be, squatting there, guarding and watching.Inside the gate, outside the security guard room, a small group of people sat and stood around a rectangular wooden table with several bottles of mineral water on the table, a piece of red paper, and a notebook with red paper pasted on the side of the table, writing: Next to the sign-in place for the students of Class [-] ([-]) of Grade [-], there is an erected plaque, divided into two vertical lines, which reads: Welcome to the alma mater of the Student Union of Class [-] ([-]) of Grade [-].Bright red paper, clean white fonts, and a peaceful atmosphere.

Lao Li, Lao Huang, Lao Wang, Lao Ye, Lao Wu, Lao Lai, and...A group of men and women who are actually not old, neatly dressed, ostentatious, meet each other, laugh, surround, greet and greet, I am wearing a white T-shirt with short sleeves, a pair of black casual trousers, a pair of black low-quality sandals, and I am walking towards the pile of sandals. People, get close, lean over, sign your name on a thick red paper like an invitation, and someone behind you is giggling, jokingly muttering: "You are not big, the writing is quite big, flamboyant, at least occupying It took the positions of the three of us girls."

"Hey, Chen Wen. We all thought you were missing, so we didn't contact you." Ban Hua was still as beautiful as before, smiling like a flower, a little more mature, a little more charming, wearing fashionable clothes and beautiful glasses, With the satchel in his left hand, he patted my shoulder with his right hand, expressing emotion.

"Fortunately, there is a Q group, who opened it? Everyone pick it up and throw it a few times." I laughed.

"That one, we can't carry it or throw it away, it's too heavy." Lao Feng pointed to the biggest male student in the class, and laughed out loud.

"Hehe, Lao Feng, I haven't seen you for many years, why are you still so beautiful, even more beautiful than before." I grinned, and there was a little compliment in my truth.

"Must." Xiao Nizi has always been very confident.Then he took a step back, pretending to be surprised: "Hehe, Lao Chen, I haven't seen you for many years. Why are you still so short? You're even shorter than before."

"It's the thread." I pretended to be angry.Whatever she said tasted bad in her mouth, turning into a fermented (laughs) taste.

Time can't block the innocence, and the years have never covered those happiness. This is the subtlety of the friendship between classmates.

"Where's your wife and children? Are you back? Don't bring them for us to see." Lao Feng got to the point.

"I almost missed the trip myself, I was in such a hurry." No one in the class had seen Zhao Xin.

"Double Ninth Festival, we are going to climb Baiyun Mountain. When the time comes, bring your wife and children with you. Let us have a look, don't keep hiding."

"Let's talk about it at that time, what program do we have for this party? How to arrange it?".

"Report at nine o'clock, everyone is full, have a tea party in the original classroom, and then visit the alma mater, including the newly built teaching building, the original laboratory building, the current multi-purpose hall, the kitchen dormitory, and a basketball game In the evening, we have dinner at Boss Lai’s hotel, and after dinner we go to the city to sing karaoke, it’s quite rich, and the itinerary is full, so you’ll be satisfied.” Old Feng patted me on the shoulder again.

"Isn't there a donation ceremony? What is the donation?" I asked.

"Marble stone benches have been installed on the basketball court, and you will see them when the basketball game is over."

There are 40 people in our class three. It has been 15 years. It is like washing loach in a big river. More than half of the students were present, which is already considered good, thanks to the efforts of the old monitor and related students.The number of people was counted at nine o'clock, and all those who promised to come came. During the holiday, the school was deserted and deserted. We got together and dispersed. In the teaching building, it seemed lively and joyful. All the students were in good spirits and smiling. Judging by their body shape and dress, it seems that all of them have made some achievements.

The tea party was held in the earliest teaching building, on the second floor, where we used to take classes in the third grade of junior high school. The dilapidated classrooms were still dilapidated, with powder mottled walls, powder foundation peeling off, iron bars on windows, rusty spots, and glass cracks. ,clear and distinct.The desks and chairs in the classroom are still the long wooden double desks that we have used that can now be described as dilapidated. The chairs are also bar-shaped benches, and there is no backrest to sit on.

Two blackboards are mounted on the wall, and the blackboard in front is written with colored chalk: Tea Party in Class 2 ([-]) of Grade [-], written in hollow chalk, vigorous and powerful, round and grand, forming a crescent crescent.On the blackboard behind are blackboard newspapers that seem to have been out for a long time, with crooked handwriting and all kinds of graffiti. The culture, momentum, and overall feeling are not as good as before.

The students had already pieced together the table to form a long conference table, surrounded by stools, we sat on it and formed a circle. On the table were oranges, biscuits, peanuts, melon seeds, mineral water, and... .

I sat at the end near the board newspaper. Each of us took turns to speak. Starting from the student who sat near the chairman of the podium, we each talked about our life experiences over the years and expressed our inner feelings. After half a circle, ten years Grinding swords, each has its own splendor.

In everyone's summary section, I heard a relatively concentrated voice: I want to go out of the countryside, I want to go out of the mountains, and I want to run to the city. This seems to be the root cause of everyone's hard work and hard work. Now most of them have succeeded .

I also heard a more concentrated appeal: These desks and chairs should be replaced. They are too old and too old. Don't make our juniors feel wronged.While talking, the young reporters who were reading beamed with joy, turned their pen holders, and gnawed melon seeds, while the school staff sitting on the side showed sad faces, supported the frame of the mirror, and pinched the bridge of their noses.

When it was my turn, I stood up, stretched my hands, pressed on the table, and put on a posture like the highest leader in the conference room. Facing the three-foot podium, I looked up and saw the black video camera carried by Boss Lai. Immediately there was a burst of tension, my face was flushed, my thoughts were wandering, the lines I had just rehearsed in my head were stuttering, and I vaguely described my chaotic life in these years. The real side, the depressing side, the words came to his lips, but he held back and swallowed them back.

First of all, because there are still a few middle school students who are studying, acting as small reporters on the side.Also, I don't know how it would make others feel to say it here.Is it to gain sympathy?Or is it to spread awareness?Or just an emotional outlet?I suddenly felt that doing this would be very dangerous, so in the end I just pouted, sat down on the rough and simple bench, and added: Yes, these tables and chairs should be replaced. The most important thing right now.

There was applause from all around, the tea party was over, we stood up, and under the leadership of the school leaders and the students who stayed at the school to teach, we visited the school's new teaching building, multi-functional hall, dining hall, dormitory building...Later, when I came to the basketball court, there were a few bright marble benches scattered outside the court, and the words donated by a certain class, a certain class, and a certain class were written on the edge, which was bright red and eye-catching.