A few old classmates who haven't seen each other for many years suddenly came,

Those are good brothers who sleep on bunks and smell like each other,

As soon as I saw them, I remembered that good time,

Play CS together, cover the window with the quilt and light candles to play cards,

Pooling money together for birthdays, going out over the wall to watch ball games, and helping brothers pick up girls with advice

The strange thing is that after many years, the most talked about is not those classmates who study together and make progress together, but these guys who play cards and brag and fart together.

And so, the artilleryman, who had no amount of alcohol, was gloriously drunk,

There was no update last night, I beg your pardon,

The artillery is accumulating manuscripts, ready to explode once, thank you for the support of book friends, thank you.