01. Reverse jet lag

At night, I usually open QQ and see a jitter: Are you there?

The sending time was shown as nine o'clock in the morning, and the reply was on the spot: I usually don't go there during the day.

The next day, at the same time, the shaking reappeared: I usually don’t go to bed at night, so I can’t see you.

I am happy, it is interesting, I thought of a new term: reverse jet lag, it is difficult to meet.

Another day, the jitters got a little longer: Meeting despite the time difference is easier than this. I met Yang Liuliu the day before yesterday and chatted for a long time.

It’s really cumbersome for modern instant messaging tools. It took three days for five or six sentences.

We are the kind of people who are always gray in each other’s friend lists, but occasionally cheat and change our epitaphs.

Back in life, this origin goes back even further.

This classmate Xiao Zhou is a classmate of my classmate, and there are two groups of classmates who act as intermediaries: junior high school and high school. Although I heard it from so many classmates, I never had any formal acquaintance or communication, and it always stayed in the introduction and description. Over the years, I have been with classmates from different groups across the world. It was easy to see each other and difficult to see each other, but I didn't accidentally hear bits and pieces of news about this guy. In a blink of an eye, it had been fifteen or sixteen years. The so-called spiritual friendship was probably like this. I had seen him two or three times when I was young, but after so many years and so many events, what had always stuck in my mind was the young knight-errant who had been mentioned several times by my girlfriends, and the outline of his features had long been blurred.

02. How many good sisters do you have?

When I was in junior high school, the girl with the best academic performance was a girl named Mei. In all mid-term and final exams in those three years In, I have never been second place. Being a leader is not easy. It requires super endurance, perseverance and confidence. Fortunately, she has both. Wang Fang, a primary school classmate who was assigned to her with her, was my best friend at that time. The way we got to know each other was very simple. Therefore, go to Xiaofang when you want to eat, drink, have fun, talk about love, benefit yourself at the expense of others, ask questions, review for exams, and go home together with Xiaomei.

I was full of curiosity and longing for the surname "Mei", and once I couldn't help but ask her if she was related to Mei Lanfang. Mei said lightly: "Yes, in the family tree, he is one generation older than me. His son Mei Baojiu and I are of the same generation. The character Pai Bao corresponds to the character Bao in my name. Anita Mui is several generations younger than us. "From that day on, she was no longer my idol, but stood tall like a god. I solemnly said: No wonder you are so good at studying, it turns out that the Feng Shui of your ancestors is so prosperous. She also said solemnly: You still have to rely on yourself to study. You are just a little arrogant, not solid, and have poor concentration, otherwise your grades will be better.

When they were together, they heard them talking about a boy named Zhou, who seemed to be doing well in studies. During the vacation that year, classmate Xiaomei made an appointment with Wang Fang to meet classmate Zhou, and asked me to go with him to meet him alive. I said yes and was full of yearning. If this was Wang Fang's suggestion, it wouldn't stir up any turmoil in my heart at all. But it was actually the invitation from classmate Mei. There were no more than three male classmates who heard her praise. Since I couldn't guess what kind of male classmates could fall under the eyes of idols. , you have to go and see it on site. To this day, I feel that most of my impression of Mr. Zhou comes from the curiosity and excitement of this meeting.

This was an unsuccessful meeting. First of all, there was no discipline. Classmate Xiao Zhou was late and classmate Xiao Fang missed the appointment, which was extremely disappointing. Secondly, it is unorganized. Xiaomei is good at studying but not entertaining. She only promised to meet but did not plan any follow-up activities. After the three of us met, the bicycles were placed aside, and we all stood dumbly. I listened to the two of them chatting about the past events in elementary school and the current life after being separated for a year or two. At twelve o'clock at noon, we broke up. Goodbye, let's go home. Now that I think about it, it was truly a meeting.

For me, it’s just meeting classmates and getting to know a name, rather than getting to know a person. All the way through high school.

The county where we were born is ordinary. It cannot be ranked among the top 100 counties, nor can it be admitted into the 100 poor counties. There are only so many children of the same age group. If we go through a few more biological chains, we will recognize everyone.

But I didn't have this awareness at the time. When I heard Xiao Zhou's poem again, I actually felt that the world is so small, and it was very deep, and it was quite like discovering the flavor of life.

The classes in high school are divided according to the scores of the high school entrance examination. The class style is particularly inactive. It cannot be called lifeless, but it is pretending to be depressed. On the first day of school, it is like a sprint on the eve of the college entrance examination. Activities are all part of learning. It was at this time that I met my deskmate Yang Liuliu. The physics teacher was checking the homework next to me. Before we exchanged names, the first thing she said to me was: Where is your homework? Let me copy it. My heart is overjoyed, don’t worry about having no friends in the road ahead, it’s right in front of you.

After a short period of calm, Liuliu, Li Yi, Yang Ye, and Yang Liu swarmed up to me. I felt that I was already very talkative and eloquent, but when I was classified as a friend by these women, I was still confused. His words were incoherent, just one feeling, how could he get a word in. My high school and junior high school were in the same school, so this area was supposed to be my alma mater, but at that time I felt like I had just found an organization.

Xiao Zhou made a high-profile appearance this time. He is a classmate of the Liuliu School. He is mentioned in a lively atmosphere every time. Unlike Mr. Mei, these children do not hesitate to talk and are willing to let go. Salt has sound, color, flavor and flavor.

Liuliu is responsible for recalling anecdotes and provoking troubles. Li Yi is responsible for slowly and vividly telling the whole story. Yang Ye is not just adding to the atmosphere, he is really immersed in it. No matter when he talks about it, he can He leaned back and forth excitedly, adding some details incidentally. If there was any discrepancy, Li Yi would correct him fiercely. Yang Liu was not so arrogant, with a low eyebrow and a slight smile, which was simply the flowing background music. Classmate Zhou always plays the role of a stupid super hero. For example, he squats in front of the door and counts bricks. The teacher yells that counting the bricks here will require a fine. Classmate Zhou looks aggrieved, but he is secretly happy because he counts a hundred bricks but fails. The teacher was only given a fine of fifty bricks. I sympathize, deeply sympathize. This is the other half of my impression of Mr. Zhou. How he got here all these years and how his study and work are carried out are horrifying to think about.

One year during the Dragon Boat Festival, I returned to Hohhot for a class reunion. All my girlfriends went to dinner together, and as usual, I mentioned classmate Zhou. I got used to it. At first, it was like telling a story to me. Later, it gradually became like talking to our own classmates. Later, I got used to it, a person I had known for a long time but not very familiar with.

Surrounded by such outstanding sisters, the introduction to this dinner should be like this: HI, I met Li Yi, showed me Li Yuanyuan’s photo, and went to have dinner with Yang Ye in the evening, Speaking of 6651, she brought her son back, oh, and Xiao Meizi, who is now a teacher at Neihang University. She said that Wang Fang is now in Yantai...

03. Not ever, but now

When I was preparing to go to Beijing, I suddenly saw classmate Zhou online and told him that he would meet with Liuliu in the near future.

Classmate Zhou was quite excited when she mentioned her, and asked me to receive her well, take photos, and especially convey my greetings to my son-in-law.

I said you have the consciousness to maintain the establishment of diplomatic relations between China and France. It is a pity that the foreign son-in-law did not come back.

Classmate Zhou made a bold statement: I am not greeting her son-in-law, but her son. That is my son-in-law.

I burst into laughter and sighed secretly. There is indeed a communication barrier after not having face-to-face communication for a long time. What we are talking about are actually two different things.

While they were chatting harmoniously about various sons-in-law, the child took advantage of the chaos and made an angry expression, laughed, and explained that this was the fault of the little daughter, who was so naughty.

Classmate Zhou didn’t take it seriously at all, and remained calm: no matter how old you are, you can already play with the mouse.

After many years of experience, I like to reveal that I have a child like this at my age. It always produces amazing results: the little case has entered school and has its own QQ account.

A certain classmate then started to straighten his waist and say something serious: No, it’s so big.

Haha, if it weren’t for the thousands of mountains and rivers in between, we are neither classmates nor working together, there would be no direct intersection.

After showing a few photos, a certain classmate had a sudden realization. It turned out that the real person looked like this, which made people sigh. After all, he grew up in the same circle. It was like meeting a pen pal.

Nowadays, it is really difficult to talk to classmates. The developed information society cannot shorten the time and geographical gap. We can just pick and copy here and there, such as whether the text is interesting or the picture is interesting. How did Guo Dalu fall in love with Yan Qi? Are Murong Fu and Lin Chong comparable? All my recent food rations have been donated to Han Songluo. This is my newly discovered literary and artistic model. Classmate Zhou said that this guy has been hanging out in their area for the past few years. He can talk, sing, and is handsome. I was stunned when I heard it. Then he He said that he entered the capital last year. It’s so unauthentic. I feel like I’ve been ripped off by Xiao Zhou. Please leave a message: It’s not simple. You are the only living person I know who knows the writer. He replied quickly: So so, you are the first person I know who has read a book by a writer I have met...

This is like a parallel friendship, with different choices. Their paths have slipped out of their own life trajectories. The past does not count as intersecting, but there is overlap, influence, and memories. When I see him, I can't help but think of a group of girls who are noisy and shouting without any scruples. Accompanied by time, they are all entering middle age. Fortunately, no matter in the past or now, everyone is always there.

I once used a free sentence: In the wasteland of time, fortunately, you and I have met here before. Saw this reply: not ever, but now... smile, then smile.