"Ouyang...han?"

The old man repeated the other person's name.

It's a rare compound surname...

High school classmate?

High school...

It was so long that it was like a thing of his previous life.

...

"It doesn't matter if you can't remember."

The elegant old man is just like the first impression he gives people, and he always shows a gentle appearance.

"After all, it's been a long time."

“We have - too”

"ah?!"

The old man's eyes lit up.

"Ouyang Han?!"

"Are you Ouyang Han?"

...

"yes."

The elegant old man was stunned at first.

Then he smiled and nodded.

"I am Ouyang Han."

"You remembered it?"

...

"It's you..."

The old man looked surprised.

"I remembered it!"

"Thanks to your name special enough..."

The old man said with a smile.

He has lived for most of his life, and he has never met many of his surnames.

The rare compound surname in front of him was the first classmate he met in his life.

At that time, all the classmates in their class were very strange about his surname.

It was very lively for a while.

I am used to it later and will not always joke with this duplicate surname.

...

The elegant old man bent his eyebrows and eyes.

From childhood to adulthood, even now, everyone who knows his name for the first time will subconsciously look at him more.

He was also used to how others reacted to his name.

On the contrary, it is rare to meet a few people who do not have a special reaction to his name, and he will feel that he is not used to it.

...

"Why."

The old man was surprised.

"How did you recognize me?"

They haven't seen each other for so many years.

"It's been decades..."

When they last met, they were all young people.

It's not like the wrinkles on his face now.

Such a big change...

How did the other party recognize him?

"You are too awesome."

On the other hand, he.

If the other party hadn't said his name, and if the other party's name was not special enough, he wouldn't have thought of such a person.

...

"I heard your conversation."

The elegant old man smiled apologetically.

"Feel sorry."

"I didn't listen to your conversation on purpose."

I heard it so naturally...

...

"It doesn't matter."

The old man waved his hand.

People come and go in this market, and no one is heard by people passing by.

Nor did they say anything that needed to circumvent others.

But……

The old man looked at his friend.

"Did we say anything that shows my identity?"

...

My friend frowned and recalled it seriously.

"……No."

"I didn't even call your name..."

He kept calling Lao Xiao.

It’s not like this title that makes this person recognize Lao Xiao?

According to Lao Xiao's words just now, he hasn't seen this friend who has not seen him for a long time for decades...

Haven't seen you for so long...

"Old Xiao."

My friend suddenly became serious.

"Did you look like this decades ago?"

...

Old man:...

He rolled his eyes.

"How is that possible?"

How mature is he? Did he look like this decades ago?

"Where are you deliberately burying people?"

"I was so handsome when I was young."

"Look at my grandson."

No matter how you look at your own children, they look good.

Anyway, in the eyes of the old man, his grandson is the best.

Everything is good.

...

"The temperament of that child Xiaoxiao is much better than that of you, the bad old man."

My friend doesn't admit the old man's bragging.

"Looking like a big son."

...

"hey-hey."
To be continued...