, he thought, I won't draw pictures tonight, go back to take a hot bath, drink a cup of beef nǎi made by the housekeeper, and then have a good sleep.
The wind rustled the leaves, and the coolness followed the men, women and children on the road, and drilled into their necks mischievously.
it's getting dark.
Huang Dan's eyes fell on the cufflinks of his coat. He casually reached out and dialed it. Just as he was about to get up, the phone in his briefcase buzzed.
It's not a phone, it's WeChat.
Huang Dan turned on his mobile phone and saw that it was a high school WeChat group. In the past, the group was not very lively. After all, everyone went their separate ways and worked hard in their own small worlds, degenerate and lost.
Some people live like a dream, some people don't even have the chance to dream.
Some people are ancestors, some people are grandsons, some people are no longer human, and some people have become masters.
After graduation and reunion, the changes are unimaginable.
Huang Dan glanced at the content in the group. It wasn't watering, gossiping about celebrities, or writing emojis, but talking about old people and things from high school. He flipped up the record and stopped his finger.
On the screen is a screenshot, taken from which Weibo, with photos and accompanying text, the background of the photo is at the airport, a tall figure with his back to the camera, copying one hand into the pocket of his trousers, and holding the luggage with the other box.
There is a line under the photo - I'm back.
Huang Dan frowned, remembering the old classmate who said on the phone who would come to tomorrow's class reunion. The other party seemed to have just returned to China today. He quit the group and stuffed his phone back into his briefcase.
I forgot what day it was, I just remember that it was in the first semester of high school, the summer that Huang Dan didn't like the most, and the hot people wanted to die.
The aunt dragged the floor, and before it was dry, there was a fishy smell in the toilet.
Huang Dan went to the toilet and came out. When he walked to the door, one slipped without noticing, and the man fell forward. He didn't fall on the tile floor, and the man who appeared out of nowhere was lying under him. , made his cushion.
It was only a few days later that Huang Dan learned that the man was in the same class as himself, with poor performance and even worse grades. He was a scoundrel and sat at the end of the first row.
Huang Dan didn't take it seriously.
People in the class thought Huang Dan was a more squeamish young master than a girl. They forgot who called him the young master first. One or two, slowly, even when he passed the next class, some people stretched their necks and called him. Master.
Only a few people called his name, and among them was the bastard.
The love letter can always be seen under Huang Dan's desk, but he has never opened it. Later, he stayed on duty and left the school very late. He accidentally heard the gangster talking to himself in the corridor. Know that one of those love letters was written by the other party.
After the love letter, the gangster dragged Huang Dan to the cāo field, and confessed to him with a blushing face, probably because he was nervous, the other party stuttered and uttered a word for a long time.
At that time, Huang Dan refused on the spot, saying he didn't like it.
The thug was about to hit the yellow ticket, so he clenched his fist and slammed it against the wall, then squatted on the ground and cried.
Huang Dan didn't say anything, just lowered his eyelids and watched him cry condescendingly.
In the second semester, there were rumors in the class, which lasted for a period of time. Huang Dan knew that the gangster had dropped out of school, and after that, there would be no later.
Huang Dan couldn't remember what the gangster was called, let alone what he looked like.
I didn't know each other well. After more than ten years, even face to face, they were strangers.
Huang Dan's thoughts returned to the cage. He looked at his watch. At this time, the housekeeper prepared dinner for him, waiting for him to go back to eat.
The night was gradually sinking, and there were more and more people in the community.
Huang Dan kept walking, he passed the small pavilion without squinting, and walked onto a path.
There was an old coughing sound from the left, Huang turned his head to one side, and saw that an old man was carrying a cardboard box from the car, and it looked like it was a delivery.
The old man stopped Huang Dan and shouted again, "Young man, can you help me?"
When he reacted, Huang Dan had already taken the cardboard box from the uncle's hand and put it on top of the box on the trolley.
The uncle sighed, "Young man, you have such a good heart."
Huang Dan is unclear why.
The uncle leaned against the wall of the car, took out a pack of cigarettes and threw out one, and asked Huang Dan if he wanted it.
Huang Dan shook his head, "Thank you, I don't smoke."
His heart is very strange now. He obviously wants to go home for dinner, but he doesn't know why he came to carry the box for the old man.
In normal times, Huang Dan would stop and help when he encountered this situation, but after three inexplicable crossings, he has changed his attitude towards everything in the community.
Looking down at the box in his hand, Huang Dan was thoughtful.
he has moved