Zhang Tan didn't coax Chen Li and Han Weiguo to go to heaven and earth to be chic, that kind of place is not suitable for celebrities like him to enter, because the signboard of the nightclub is too high-profile. For a person with capital like him, if he wants to play, he also goes to some private clubs that know the roots.

Of course, Zhang Tan is not an animal who only thinks with his lower body, he never engages in this kind of crooked ways.

With his current fame, status, and wealth, it is too simple to find a woman, so why use the means of spending money to appear that he is not forced.

Chen Li and Han Weiguo, in the end, did not take the beauties of the acting department to the heavens and the earth to talk about life, and said goodbye reluctantly.

Today is the graduation day of Nortel's 04 students, and it is also the day of having a casual meal, and that night, more than a dozen students from the directing department, greeted by activists, went to a big hotel outside the campus together, drank beer, bragged, and enjoyed the last day as a college student.

In the four years of classmates, not everyone can continue to develop on the road of directing, at least at this moment, everyone is looking forward to the future.

Zhang Tan rarely gets drunk anymore, and tonight, when he finally got drunk on the table, he was still drunk with beer.

At one o'clock in the morning, he was driven back by Susa, and then collapsed on the bed, unconscious.

Well, the college career is over.

……

In the two or three days after graduation, Zhang Tan gathered with his classmates almost every day, no way, he was too famous in the school, and there were students from all departments who knew him and contacted him. There are also several teachers from the directing department, and Zhang Tan also invited them to a meal. It's time for the teacher appreciation banquet.

A few dizzy days passed, and Susa was on summer vacation. The two decided to go back for a while and then come back in August.

After arriving at Heshu. Thinking about it, Zhang Tan called Cao Yuchuan, a high school tablemate.

"Hey, Xiaocao, off work? Come out to eat. ”

"Detective? Okay, where to meet? ”

"Where do you live? I'll pick you up in my car. ”

Fifteen minutes later, Zhang Tan met with Cao Yuchuan in a relocated community.

Compared with four years ago, Cao Yuchuan is now much fatter. It's also a lot more mature and stable.

In high school career, Zhang Tan and Cao Yuchuan had the best relationship, and basically regarded Cao Yuchuan as his little brother. After the college entrance examination, it was difficult to see the classmates of Shuangdun Middle School again, and Zhang Tan has been busy with his career, so he has very little contact with his classmates, basically only occasionally sending text messages to Cao Yuchuan.

Cao Yuchuan's college entrance examination results were okay, and he was admitted to Heqi College for an undergraduate, and he found a sales job this year. Able to support themselves.

In summer, it is suitable for eating crayfish and snails.

It's a pity that Zhang Tan didn't bring an assistant, and if you want to drive, you can't drink.

Cao Yuchuan looked at Zhang Tan carefully. There was a lot of emotion in the words: "I haven't seen you for a long time, but now you're getting better and better." ”

Zhang Tan peeled a saltwater peanut and felt that there was already a sense of strangeness among his classmates. He was tempted to say that he hadn't changed much, but he was. The distance between me and my classmates is getting farther and farther away, and the huge gap in reality makes everyone feel like they are in two different worlds.

"Zhu Dandan, Gao Jie, Tao Jing, how are they now?"

"Zhu Dandan seems to be doing telecom customer service. I met her last time and had a boyfriend, and she looked rather frustrated. Gao Jie has been reviewing for a year, and now he is studying at Anshi University. Tao Jing: I don't know, I haven't contacted her. ”

"What about the others?"

"There are not many people in Hexi, and I still have contact with only Wang Long, Zhou Yu, Li Jianjun, Zhu Haifeng, Zhu Xingxing, and a few of them, and the others rarely contact, and occasionally chat a little when they are on QQ. By the way, you didn't add the QQ group of our third and fourth classes of high school, do you want to add it, the group number is 222978400, and the students in the class have basically added it. ”

Zhang Tan took out his mobile phone: "Okay, I'll add it." ”

After joining the group, Cao Yu said: "When will our class have a class reunion and gather everyone to be lively?" ”

"Is it a class reunion?" Zhang Tan couldn't deny it, "You guys can do it, and let me know when the time comes." ”

"Detective, if you don't call for it, maybe we won't be able to get together, now there are a lot of people who have been reviewing for a year, and they are still in school, Ye Zhiqiang contacted a lot of people last year, but no one went at all."

"I won't call for it, I've been on the Bei'an side for the past few years, and I've cut off contact with many of my former classmates, and I'm a stranger. Whenever someone has an idea and wants to have a class reunion, I just attend. Zhang Tan was not interested in convening class reunions, and rarely attended class reunions in his previous life.

It's not that I don't want to meet my old classmates and talk about the past and the present.

But thinking and doing are completely different things, you can talk on the phone, QQ about frequent contact, drinking another day, when to get together, if you really want to make an appointment, you will hesitate, refuse, and have no real urge to get together for a drink.

Life may be like this, and many things lack a little motivation.

He and Cao Yuchuan ate lobster until more than nine o'clock in the evening, chatted a lot about the past, and then teleported Cao Yu back, and drove slowly along the road of Hehuai by himself.

Suddenly there was some inexplicable sadness.

The self in the previous life and the self in this life live a completely different life, and the people they communicate with are also completely different. There is no need to choose, of course, I live comfortably in this life, and I dare not say that I can do whatever I want, at least unrestrained. Rich, powerful, and famous, there is no shortage of food, drink, and entertainment.

It's just that I have lost a lot of the ordinary warmth of being an ordinary person.

Zhang Tan remembered many old classmates and the joy of playing football together. Zhang Tan remembered a few girls in the front and back rows, chatting unscrupulously every time they got out of class. Zhang Tan thought of Liu Luyao, a girl who had a crush in her previous life and rejected in this life. Zhang Tan thought of Lu Jing, once upon a time he thought he could be moved, but he quietly buried the ambiguity.

Zhang Tan also remembered Yang Yuejiao, who had been chased by herself in her previous life and suddenly retreated, and remembered the beautiful mole at the corner of her mouth.

Do you continue to work in the south?

There are many people and many things, and after reading the file and reworking, it has become unrecognizable, just like this world, for Zhang Tan, it has a familiar formula and exudes an unfamiliar taste.

Probably our lives are made up of countless random choices.

It's not repetition, it's probability.

"Tomorrow do you recall that yesterday you wrote in your diary. Tomorrow, will you still be worried about the person who used to cry the most? The teachers can't remember you anymore, and you can't guess the problem. I also happened to flip through the photos before I remembered you at the same table. ”

One hand on the steering wheel, the other on the window, blowing the wind.

Zhang Tan hummed softly: "Who read your diary, who curled up your long hair, who made you a wedding dress......"

The end of the song.

Put away your pretentious thoughts and drive home.

When the sun rises again tomorrow, it will be a new day, and now that life is so beautiful, Zhang Tan only wants to enjoy it to the fullest, and will not only care about remembering the past. (To be continued.) )