In a small rental house, Masaki stood in front of the mirror, carrying it down, and in the dim light, the boy with the razor in his hand "buzzed" carefully shaved the beard on his chin, and suddenly, the "buzzing" sound of the razor gradually faded, and finally stopped vibrating. Masaki shook the electric shaver in his hand, touched his chin that was still covered with stubble, and cursed secretly: "What a broken thing, I just charged it in the morning, and I will strike in the afternoon", said as he walked to the socket in the rental house and reinserted the razor into the socket. Standing up, he looked around, looking for something to replace his long-overdue electric razor.

His eyes lit up, he saw a plastic bag by the door, walked over, groped in it for a while, and finally found a small cardboard box from inside, which said "Qi Xianglai Hotel", opened it, a plastic disposable razor and two blades were lying quietly in the box, which he was reluctant to bring back from staying in the hotel last year.

He carefully put the blade into the razor, stretched out his thumb and tried it on the blade of the razor, felt the sharp touch of the blade, nodded with satisfaction, and then, squatted down again, took out a soap from the basin under the bed, wiped two handfuls on his face, stood up, poured some water from the water cup on the computer table next to him, smeared it on his face, and slowly returned to the mirror.

Looking at his chin covered with soap foam in the mirror, he slowly stretched the razor to his cheeks, "hissed" and felt the cold blade touching the skin, and the slight stinging pain on his face when the beard was cut from the root, he couldn't help but gasp, this is the reason why he never liked to use this kind of razor, although people are old and have rough skin, but they are still shaved by the sharpness of the razor.

Masaki grinned and endured the pain, and after slowly hanging up the last bit of beard on his chin, he hurriedly put the razor on the table, pulled a towel from the shelf next to him, wiped it on his chin vigorously, and then touched the slightly reddened chin with his hand, driving away the slightly tingling but itchy feeling on his chin, and feeling the smooth cheeks with satisfaction.

Suddenly, Masaki in the mirror frowned, feeling the different touch of his left cheek, he slowly leaned in front of the mirror to take a closer look, saw the abrupt pinch of hair on the left side of his face, and scolded secretly: "I didn't shave it", but the soap for lubrication on my face has been wiped clean by myself.

He gritted his teeth, too lazy to wipe it again, picked up the razor directly from the table, turned his face sideways, looked at the left face in the mirror, and slowly put the razor on his face, because there was no lubrication, he felt extra pain, his hand shook, and the sharp razor instantly cut a cut on his left face, Masaki trembled as if he had been electrified, hurriedly put the razor still on the bed, leaned in front of the mirror, and looked at a hole that was pulled out on the left side of his face, and soon blood seeped out.

Masaki scolded secretly, kicked the chair next to him, and was not busy stopping the bleeding, picked up the razor, endured the pain and completely shaved the beard that had not been shaved clean, and after looking in the mirror and seeing that there was no more fish that slipped through the net, he took a piece of toilet paper from the table casually, and did not disinfect it, and wiped it on the wound on the left side of his face casually, but found that the bleeding had stopped, but it was dry and could not be wiped off.

He dipped the toilet paper in the quilt with some water, wiped the blood on the side of the wound little by little in the mirror, and looked at the conspicuous red mark on the left side of his face, he shook his head, no way, let it be like this, man, not so beautiful.

Masaki took out the blades of the razor, washed them in water, dried them, and put them in a cardboard box.

He took out his best woolen black coat from the simple wardrobe on the side, which he bought in a specialty store three years ago in order to leave a good impression on his colleagues, gritted his teeth, and spent himself a full eight hundred oceans, and he would only wear it whenever he had an important occasion over the years, and even had been his own New Year's clothes for two years. He slowly put it on his body and turned around in front of the mirror twice, yes, although the clothes were bought a few years ago, but in the end, you get what you pay for, plus he protects himself properly, so it is the same as new.

Masaki squatted down again, took out his only pair of leather shoes from under the bed, he frowned and looked at the pair of leather shoes he was going to wear, because he had been wearing them for a long time, the original black leather shoes, some of the leather had been rubbed off, he thought about it, took out a box of shoe polish from the side of the shoe box, smeared it on the leather upper, and gently applied the shoe polish evenly on the leather shoes with a shoe brush, until the place where the leather was rubbed off was almost as dark as the surroundings.

After disposing of the leather shoes, Masaki put the leather shoes on his feet, exhaled heavily, slowly stood up, straightened his waist that had been squatting for a long time, and felt a little tight, so he twisted his feet in place again, and felt that he was almost stretched out.

Masaki looked at the man in front of the mirror, although he was less than thirty, but he was already tired and vicissitudes, with a figure of one meter eight, a slightly hunched back, as if he was bent by the burden of life, the thick eyebrows and big eyes that were once praised were now deeply sunken into the eye sockets, and he could no longer see the bright spirit of his youth, and he looked at the wound on the side of his face and the faintly visible "scar" on his leather shoes, and he smiled self-deprecatingly at himself in the mirror.

After looking at it for a while, Masaki slowly walked to the table, pulled out the chair, slowly pulled up the coat, sat down, thought about it, took out a mobile phone that had been a little peeling from his pocket, and pressed the wake button, as if the old man-like mobile phone was about to die, and the screen lit up after a few seconds.

I glanced at the time displayed on my phone, five o'clock, the time is still early, so there is no need to worry. Masaki's fingers slid on the screen, although the mobile phone interface was slow, but it was still unswervingly carrying out the master's instructions one by one, Masaki's hand stopped at the button of the album, hesitated, and clicked it.

The icon of the album lit up,As if stuck,It took a few seconds to change the interface,A small picture of the browsing mode of the pictures in the depths of Zhengji's memory slowly appeared on the screen,Zhengji roughly looked for it,Clicked on one of the categories called "pro-classmates",He patiently looked at the phone and slowly loaded out the familiar and unfamiliar pictures。

He slowly slid and looked at it one by one, this is a group photo of seven people, this is a group photo of himself and Li Fei, this is a group photo of Yuan Sha and Wu Yuan, everyone is grinning happily in the photo, from junior high school to college, they have never broken contact, every time they have a holiday, they will always get together, even if they are bored, when they are together, time will become meaningful, everyone speaks freely, carefree and talks about their future dreams, a group of people aimlessly press the road, how beautiful the original time was。

He silently read the names of the people he was familiar with in the photos in his heart, looking at the memories of his happiness recorded in the search, recording his life with these best junior high school classmates, unconsciously, his eyes were a little moist, he and they had not seen each other for about three years, I don't know if they have changed much? Have they all become families, do you still remember the promise of youth at the beginning, whether you have a family or not, you will get together for a lifetime.

He still remembered that when he was together with a group of people, everyone teased An Ran, who was still a little fat in college at the time, and said that when she couldn't get married, he half-jokingly said that as the best classmate, he would always be An Ran's spare tire, so that she should not worry, how pure and happy the time was at that time.

Time is like a never-ending river, persistent and firm flowing, unconsciously, time has passed almost five years, everyone has already finished their studies, into the society, each in a different city, for life, for the dream of hard work, he can no longer remember the last time he met them, between them is only the occasional greeting in the mobile phone software QQ, the last time I saw them was only in the video on the computer screen, that was also a year ago.

In the past few years, he has occasionally talked with them in the mobile phone, he rarely takes the initiative to speak, but sometimes he should be peaceful, watching everyone talk about their recent situation in the group, some people have taken the doctorate examination, some people have become corporate executives, and some people have entered the government department, he can't help but be really happy for them, but at the same time, it is inevitable to have a trace of inferiority, when they ask him about his recent situation, although he knows that his partners will not look down on him, he is only vague, reporting good news and not bad news, but he always feels a little strange in his heart.

In the past few years, he is full of enthusiasm, in this strange southern city, hoping to make his own career, but the dream is always beautiful, the reality is always cruel, if you want to succeed in a strange city where you are not familiar with life, not everyone can do it, you have heard and seen the example of successful people, that is just the luckiest few people in the millions.

And political discipline, unfortunately not among them, he is just an ordinary person with a college degree, he is not highly educated, in this city, can only find a job in private sales, he has been doing it for two years, every day listening to the leaders of the soul chicken soup, tired and tired for life, in this bustling city to rent this less than 20 square meters of cottage, and recently due to a quarrel with the manager due to disagreement, he was also fired by the company, and now he is still struggling to find a suitable job.

Suddenly, a sound of "Di Di Di" came out of the mobile phone, waking up Zhengji, who was caught in the memory, Zhengji glanced at the message bar above the phone, he turned off the photo and opened the message, "I've arrived, room 105, what about you guys?-Li Fei, this news appeared in the group they built."

Masaki looked at his watch, only to realize that he had been in a daze for a while, and it was almost 5:40, and he was afraid that he would be late if he didn't set off again.

Yes, today is the reunion of the best classmates in the photos he just looked through, after an interval of five years, a lot of seven people have gathered in the city where Zhengji is located, because the city where Zhengji is located is the midpoint of everyone, and the distance from everyone is about the same, so he finally chose to gather here in Zhengji, this is the first meeting in five years, so Zhengji is so seriously prepared, wanting to appear in the eyes of the closest classmates he hasn't seen for five years with the best image.

Masaki straightened his clothes, stood up, walked to the door, looked back at the room, and felt that there was nothing to forget or miss, so he turned off the lights, opened the door and walked out of the rental house, and went to the agreed address with a hint of anticipation.

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