It seems that the aunt who collected the money at the door did not simply despise Zhen Lang. The people in the bag No. 4 were all classmates from Zhen Lang's class back then. Including Zhen Lang and Yun Jia, there were exactly eight people, and they formed a table.

When we met old classmates who had not seen each other for many years, we were deeply moved by it, and there was a wave of greetings.

During such greetings, Zhen Lang felt even more sighing.

To be precise, he was shocked.

Among a group of classmates, five were in college, one was working, one was unemployed and one was at home, and another was a girl named Luo Juan. She was very delicate back then, got married last year, and now she has become a housewife. She has arrived with her big belly for five months.

When Zhen Lang heard that Luo Juan had been married for a year, he felt a strong, realistic impact.

Before today, he never felt how fast time passed, nor did he think about what he would experience after graduation. He once thought that every old classmate was like him, carefree on campus, as if he was living in a news broadcast.

Until this moment, he realized that he had truly lived in reality for the first time.

"You two, honestly tell me when will you get together?" Luo Juan was like her in junior high school. She glanced at Zhen Lang and Yun Jia, looking through their hearts, livers, spleens, lungs, and kidneys: "When I was in junior high school, I felt that you were having something wrong with you. It's true. You are about to graduate. When will you drink your wedding wine?"

Yun Jia's little face turned red and his voice trembled slightly: "What are you talking nonsense? I just happened to go with him."

"Who are you lying to me? I just saw you two walking in with me and me, and I said there was no love?" A wretched man with glasses interrupted the passage. This guy liked to spy when he was in junior high school, and now he is still unchanged.

"Zhen Lang, don't refuse to admit it. In the first semester of junior high school, we bet you didn't dare to touch Yun Jia's breasts, but you rushed over and touched them." Li Xiaoqiang, who had a good relationship with Zhen Lang back then, also interrupted, showing a tone of revealing the truth: "Everyone understands that at that time, the little boy bullied a little girl, but in fact he liked her in his heart."

Zhen Lang didn't expect that his silence was gold, and he could even get caught in the shooting.

The man in glasses immediately agreed: "I remembered that I don't know how much force you used that time, but Yun Jia cried."

"Glasses, you fool, no wonder you can't have a girlfriend. Is this related to the severity?" Luo Juan, a pregnant woman, was quite experienced, and did not blush at all when discussing this topic. She analyzed: "At that time, all of us girls thought Yun Jia would report to the teacher and would definitely change seats with Zhen Lang. Unexpectedly, she would be fine after crying. She continued to be at the same table with Zhen Lang. What is this love?"

"Well, from ten years ago to now, you two are definitely in true love." Another old classmate also spoke.

Yun Jia couldn't argue, blushing and lowering her head, and rubbing the corners of her skirt with her little hands.

When the students saw her reaction, they became even more excited. They brought out the story of Zhen Lang and Yun Jia in junior high school and made a joke.

Ten minutes later, Luo Juan saved the two of them. She asked a question that aroused everyone's interest: "Zhen Lang, when you first came in, did Teacher Liu's wife and children rush over to fight you?"

Zhen Lang: "No."

Luo Juan: "That's probably because you have grown so tall and didn't recognize you."

Li Xiaoqiang also interrupted and said, "Yes, we were all betting just now, if you come, will you be driven out."

The man in glasses also made fun of him and said, "Zhen Lang, we didn't see that, it turns out that you are a prophetic emperor."

This topic made Zhen Lang even more unable to respond.

He didn't expect that his words would come true and the things in the composition would become reality.

At that time, Teacher Liu assigned an essay titled "A Day in Ten Years" and asked students to use their imagination to write an 800-word essay with no limit on the subject matter. So Zhen Lang used his imagination to write an essay that caused a sensation in the whole school, and boys and girls took photos with their mobile phones to forward them.

The content of this essay is as follows—

On that day ten years ago, I was very happy that I finally didn’t have to go to elementary school anymore.

My elementary school Chinese teacher is very dishonest. She said to us: "You must be honest in life."

Once when I was writing an essay, I asked her: "No military family member Zhao is around us, how should I write it?"

This is how she teaches us to be honest: "Give your imagination, for example, when you wake up in the morning, you go to help Aunt Zhao, a military subordinate, sweep the snow."

I asked her, "But it hasn't snowed in our place for twenty years."

This is how she teaches us to be honest: "Then you go and help Aunt Zhao, a military subordinate, do housework, sprinkle water and sweep the floor."

I asked her, "What?"

This is how she teaches us to be honest: "Then you have to learn from Uncle Lei Feng and do good deeds without leaving your name."

I asked her: "But Uncle Lei Feng has written the good things he has done into his diary."

This is how she teaches us to be honest: "You can also write it into your diary. This essay on helping Aunt Zhao, a military family, should be used as a diary to write about your process of helping Aunt Zhao, a military family."

I asked her, "But shouldn't the diary be written in real things?"

This is how she teaches us to be honest: "Are you a naughty child finished? I'm right? You write this way. Before dawn, you braved the biting cold wind to help Aunt Zhao, a military family member, clean the snow and clean the yard... Okay, after writing these, it's the end. When Aunt Zhao, a military family member, hears the sound, do you know how to write it?"

I learned to learn from it and apply it to others: "Mrs. Zhao, a military family, will definitely ask 'Who is it' in panic? Then I should trot away in a flash, leaving my voice in the biting cold wind - we are all red scarves!"

The teacher was very satisfied. I gave me a high score for the composition that time.

But I was very dissatisfied because I knew she was teaching me to brag with my eyes open.

I was very happy to go to junior high school and finally I didn’t have to see my primary school Chinese teacher.

But I didn't expect that I would meet a more dishonest junior high school Chinese teacher.

I think I may be too young to evaluate my Chinese teacher fairly.

One day ten years later, I finally grew up.

On this day of this month, I came to Xishan Cemetery.

This is the most expensive cemetery in the city. Ten years ago, my grandmother wanted to bury her grandfather here, but she couldn't do it well.

One day I asked my grandmother: "Why don't you bury my grandfather in the Xishan Cemetery?"

Grandma said, "It's too expensive to afford it."

I asked her, "Who can afford it?"

Grandma said: "All the teachers who run cram schools in your school can afford it."

When I walked to the Xishan Cemetery today, I remembered my grandmother and my grandfather who died ten years ago.

I stood in front of a tombstone and fell into deep thought.

A white-haired old man came over and patted my shoulder, making me embarrassed to praise him. He said, "This child is so filial. I'm here to visit your junior high school teacher again."
Chapter completed!