Xinyi got up and went to the kitchen, saw the note left by Wenhao, and said to herself: "This nerd, it's obviously not delicious to cook, so you have to do it, how can you eat this water!" ”

Xinyi doesn't like the dishes made by Wenhao, she always can't feel the heat, the fried vegetables are too tender, Xinyi likes to eat fried old ones, preferably close to mush.

Once the relatives and friends of the writer sent a lot of eggplants, Xinyi said that he liked fried ones, and the writer's diligence came up.

Taking advantage of Xinyi's absence from home, she took out a bucket of oil and fried a pot of eggplant, the whole bucket of oil was completely gone, and the eggplant was fried so tender that there could be a big pot with oil and water. Then I also made a big pot of garlic eggplant, which was busy and sweaty, and I was tired all day.

Xinyi came back and looked at the scene in the kitchen, her head was dizzy, she really didn't know where to start, how to eat such two big pots of eggplant!

Wenhao originally thought that Xinyi would be able to praise him when he came back, but Xinyi was full of depression, and it took nearly an hour just to clean up the battlefield.

"These two large pots of eggplants, you can eat them yourself! A bucket of freshly opened soybean oil is also in trouble with you. ”

The writer looked at it, he was tired of a day of hard work, and there was no merit and hard work! still had back pain, Xinyi not only did not praise him, but complained and became angry at that time.

"I've been working for almost a day, all of which are at your service, you are good, you don't appreciate it at all, you are really kind to be a donkey's liver and lungs." After saying that, he didn't pay attention to Xinyi anymore.

Xinyi looked at Wenhao's expression, and her heart was really angry and funny. "Who told you to do it! Don't you love eggplant? This is a specialty of your hometown, so you don't have to cook in the future, you will eat this every day until it is all gone. ”

The writer was very unhappy, "Hmph! "Yes." I'm going on a business trip soon, and I rarely come back for dinner. ”

It is also true that the writer is 365 days a year, and it is very rare to be able to eat at home for a month, and he has been fooling around outside all year round.

"Then you made it for me! From now on, let me eat eggplant every day. Xinyi looked at the eggplant speechlessly, and wanted to eat a few bites, but when she saw the layer of soybean oil floating on it, she suddenly lost her appetite.

No one ate a bite of these two pots of eggplant, and it all turned out to be gone.

Another time, relatives and friends of the Wenhao family sent a lot of fish, which made Xinyi sad.

"How can you eat such a large pile of fish and full of thorns! Look at these, the living, the dead, there can be dozens of them together. ”

Wenhao is very fond of fish, he grew up in the countryside, he is very happy to be able to eat fish, and often goes to catch fish with his classmates.

"In this way, I make you spicy fish every day, isn't that your favorite food?"

For several days, the writer used various methods to put a table full of fish, including steamed, fried, hot pot, and stewed, and he ate Xinyi, and wanted to vomit when he saw the fish.

Later, the writer couldn't eat it anymore, so let's find various reasons to send a favor! Since that incident, Xinyi has basically broken off her relationship with Yu. Since then, Xinyi has been talking about writers, when it comes to eating, writers are far behind, he is a very unqualified foodie.

It can be seen that delicious food is also not to eat too much, which is just like being a person and doing things, everything can not be too much, and moderation is the best state.

Xinyi took the small note left by the writer, stood in front of the window blankly, admiring the world outside the window, and seemed to have forgotten about the writer's catch the plane today.

Suddenly, the "Ring Ring......" phone rang.

Xin Yi looked at the caller ID and said it was a call from Wenhao. "Hey! You're up, the meal is ready, it's in the pot, you must remember to eat. ”

"Got it! It's not that I don't have eyes, and such a big pot of rice is enough for me to eat for two days, which is really a waste of food. "Xinyi sometimes speaks at such a low level, without a woman's gentleness at all.

The writer is so angry! Before Xinyi could speak again, he immediately hung up the phone.

Originally, the writer was kind-hearted and reminded Xinyi to remember to eat, but it caused a lot of unhappiness.

Xinyi saw that Wenhao was a little angry, so she immediately coaxed! casually sent a WeChat message to Wenhao. "Have a nice trip!"

The writer looked at these words, did not reply a word, and then continued to flip through the news.

While watching the news, I was depressed in my heart, this woman is cheap, let's have a cold attitude, let's just say that men have changed their minds, and they are not as attentive as they were when they first fell in love. If you are more enthusiastic, this is still patted on the horse's hooves, it is really a needle in a woman's heart, so that men can't figure it out!

In a blink of an eye, the writer arrived in the south, and as soon as he got off the plane, he saw his classmates at the airport to greet him.

The classmates began to shout when they were far away: "Wenhao...... Writer! "It's like a long-lost relative.

Wenhao looked at his classmates and was so excited that he immediately took a few quick steps. "Old classmate, I haven't seen you for many years! We're all getting old, look at your gray hair on both sideburns, the time at school is really unforgettable! ”

This classmate is one year younger than Wenhao, with a thin figure, a height of 1.70 meters, a pair of high-altitude myopic glasses on the bridge of his skinny nose, full of folds on his face, and ordinary casual clothes.

"Wenhao, you are also much older than before, when you went to school, what a handsome guy you were, we were all in our fifties in a flash, hey! Youth is gone! I remember the last time, everyone was still fighting for alcohol at our class reunion, but I didn't expect that now, Zheng Tong is no longer alive. I heard that you also opened a company, but you have to take care of your health! ”

"The last party was only in my thirties, it was the golden age, the prime of life, and now I am all people who go downhill, and my body feels much worse than before over the years, and I have no energy, I am really powerless!."

The writer also shook his classmate's hand hard, and they could sigh for nearly fifteen minutes before gradually letting go of their hands.

With tears in his eyes as he spoke, Wenhao sighed and said, "Let's go!" My classmates have changed a lot, and I haven't seen each other for years. ”

Wenhao followed his classmates to Zheng Tong's house, and it was still the villa where Wenhao took Xinyi to live, but there was no feeling of the past, only the desolation left in his eyes.

After the classmates met, everyone expressed condolences, which was completely different from the scene of the previous gatherings, some patted their shoulders, and some shook hands...... There is no longer the smile of the past.

"Hey! Unexpectedly, Zheng Tong was the first to leave, he was the most powerful one among his classmates, but his life was so short. Some students couldn't help but cry.

"What kind of disease does he have! Why didn't I go for treatment? The writer also wanted to know the details of Zheng Tong.

It turned out that Zheng Tong was not in good health a few years ago and has been frail and sickly, but for work, he just couldn't spare time to check.

Zheng Tong had intestinal cancer, and when he finally went to the hospital, he was already approaching an advanced stage, which was related to his irregular diet, staying up late, and socializing on weekdays.

When Wenhao learned of Zheng Tong's condition, he also felt very sorry, he had been a good classmate for so many years, and he would never see each other again.

Some classmates also quietly shed tears, and Wenhao was also sour, and everyone cried with sad faces together.

Although Zheng Tong is rich, after all, he has a classmate, and he also wants to show his heart a little.

When writing the account book, there were 1,000, 3,000, and 5,000, and the strength of the writer was also limited, so he could only spend 20,000 to express his mind.

Zheng Tong has a lot of friends, there are many well-known figures in society, and his friends are still talking about it.

"Zheng Tong is a very good person! As long as anyone is in trouble, he will immediately lend a helping hand, and although the person is gone, he will always remain in our hearts. ”

The writer also deliberately looked at the account book, and some people actually spent 50,000 or 100,000 yuan...... He couldn't help but secretly admire it in his heart.

In life, no one can predict the length of fate, isn't there a good saying?

"People have left a name, and geese have left a voice." Life after life, as long as it can arouse the thoughts of relatives and friends, there is no life in vain.

The students all came to the crematorium with a heavy heart, watching Zheng Tong for the last time.

In an instant, a wisp of green smoke slowly rushed into the sky, and the students were secretly praying in their hearts.

"Good classmate, may you go all the way! Although you died young, you have been successful in this life, and your classmates admire you very much, and we will meet in another world in the near future. ”

Some classmates also said, "Even if Zheng Tong leaves, he will go to heaven, when people are alive, they can't be too selfish, the grace of dripping water should be reciprocated by a spring, and God is watching it, just like those villains who don't recognize their relatives and are ungrateful, they will eventually go to hell, and their children will be implicated in the future, so you must be kind like Zheng Tong." ”

When their classmates said this, some classmates were still scared, and their hair immediately stood on end.

"Yes! It is better to believe it than to believe it, and you must be a good person in the future, also in order to accumulate virtue for your children. ”

After the classmates sent Zheng Tong away, they were about to return to their hometowns one after another.

Before leaving, some people also suggested whether next year would be another decade party.

"Yes! Hurry up and get together, although there is a Zheng Tong left, he will always live in our hearts. A classmate answered.

Wenhao calculated his age in his heart, he will be fifty years old at next year's class reunion, and he should retire after a few more years.

The students agreed on the approximate time of the party, and the details of the specific location were notified in the group, and then they all hurried back to their hometowns.

Wenhao took the plane all the way home, and his heart always felt empty, and Zheng Tong's face appeared in front of him from time to time. It was so thin that only a skinny body remained, and it was only after being devastated by the disease that it became such a haggard face.

In recent years, Wenhao has also felt that his health has deteriorated, and he is also a little worried. And he didn't have the strength, he didn't have much trouble carrying a hundred catties of rice before, but now he is panting even fifty catties, and when he was working, he fainted several times, because he was afraid that Xinyi would worry, so he never mentioned it.

Wenhao also found that, especially in recent times, he felt that there seemed to be some chilblains on both sides of his ears, and he was itchy, and he didn't get better after applying a lot of ointment.

Seeing Zheng Tong this time, Wenhao suddenly remembered that he had to take time to go to the hospital to have a look, and he couldn't take it lightly anymore.