"Enough!"
The aggressive second-class girl was so angry that her face turned black. She stood up and wanted to tear him apart.
The other students had already reacted and quickly separated the two.
One of the students asked: "Shen Fan, I don't remember Wen Ying.
Is she really in our class?"
"Yeah, I don't even remember that there was a person named Wen Ying in our class."
The other forty or so classmates were talking a lot.
They were all a little confused about the class beauty Shen Fan said was named Wen Ying.
In their memory, there was no girl named Wenying in their class.
What's more, Shen Fan also said that Wenying was the real beauty of the class.
If he was really the beauty of the class, how could everyone forget about him?
Shen Fan's eyes widened, and a biting chill suddenly ran from his spine to the back of his head.
What's going on?
Why doesn’t anyone remember Wen Ying’s existence?
She is obviously the beauty of the class and very popular with the boys in the class.
Why does everyone selectively forget about such a dazzling girl?
This is so illogical.
"Who has a pen and paper?"
Shen Fan stammered and asked.
"I have it, what do you want to do?" A female classmate next to him handed over a pen.
Shen Fan picked up the pen and started drawing on a napkin.
He has a good foundation in art.
After more than a minute, the outline of a beautiful girl that I felt pity for appeared on the paper.
This girl has long shawl hair, bangs, a round chin, and a small face.
The beauty mark on the face is like a finishing touch, completely natural.
She is a beautiful, antique girl.
"This is Wenying."
Shen Fan held up Wen Ying's portrait and said loudly: "You should remember it now."
The girl in the painting is indeed much prettier than the second class flower.
No, to be honest, the girls from the second class are simply not comparable to the girls drawn by Shen Fan. There is a huge difference.
In the painting, the girl named Wen Ying is more beautiful than many female stars.
After the students marveled at Shen Fan's painting skills, one classmate frowned: "Shen Fan, if such a beautiful girl is really in our class, there is no way we can't remember her.
But, she is indeed not in our class!"
Other students also agreed: "Yes, Shen Fan. Did you drink a little too much and your mind is confused."
Only Yong Wei, who had been extremely proud just now, suddenly changed his expression when he heard Shen Fan call out Wen Ying's name and even draw her appearance.
Yong Wei lowered his head and his whole body was shaking uncontrollably, as if he was suffering from epilepsy.
The beer in his hand kept spilling as his body shook. Yong Wei spilled all over his pants, but he didn't seem to notice.
No one noticed Yong Wei's anomaly.
Shen Fan was obviously shocked when everyone denied his memory. He murmured his final struggle: "There are 50 classmates in our class, and only 49 came today. The only one who didn't come is Wen Ying." ."
"Shen Fan, you are really confused. There are only 49 people in our class, how can we have 50 students."
This happened to be heard by the squad leader, who smiled and patted Shen Fan on the shoulder: "Okay, okay, you are not in the right state tonight, drink less."
Shen Fan's face was ashen, he was really confused now.
Is my memory really wrong?
Or does Wen Ying really not exist in the world?
He touched his forehead, his mind was very confused.
Until the end of the class reunion, Shen Fan was trapped in self-doubt.
He walked out of the hotel in a daze, shook his head, and took a deep breath. The cool midnight air suddenly made him sober.
Shen Fan suddenly smiled and said, "Gee, no matter whether Wen Ying really existed or not, what significance does it have to his life?"
Maybe I came to this class reunion because I really wanted to see her whom I had a crush on again.
Even if it was just a glance, he would want to know after all whether Wen Ying was doing well and whether she was marrying someone else's wife.
But that's all.
In any case, Shen Fan never thought that tonight would be so psychedelic.
The girl he had a crush on at the beginning turned out to be his childhood dream, existing only in his memory.
Forget it, today's midnight, under the cold moonlight, just think of it as the end of your youth!
Farewell, Wenying.
Farewell, my first love.
After Shen Fan smiled handsomely, he prepared to take a taxi home.
Suddenly, a BMW x5 drove over slowly and flashed its double flashes at him.
In Shen Fan's confusion, the BMW passed him and stopped in front of him, with the window rolled down.
Sitting in the driver's seat was Yong Wei.
"Would you like to take a car? I'll take you there."
Yongwei whistled at him carelessly, but his expression was a bit gloomy and even seemed absent-minded.
"What are you doing? You're asking me to show off your new car. Damn it, it's just a broken X5. You've got the wrong person."
Shen Fan turned around angrily and wanted to leave.
Yongwei hurriedly said, "Goodbye! Xiao Fanzi. Your home is far away, and I really want to take you back."
"No, no reward for no merit."
Shen Fan frowned, Yong Wei was very snobbish.
He wants to send himself home? The sun is rising in the west, and there is nothing good to be done no matter what.
But no matter where Shen Fan went, Yong Wei immediately drove up and followed him ghostly.
Shen Fan suddenly became angry: "Yongwei, what the hell do you want to do?
When I was bullied in junior high school, it was over. I don't remember the faults of villains, and I don't want to argue with you.
Do you think you still want to bully me now that you are almost thirty years old?"
"Why am I bullying you? This is a legal society."
Yong Wei laughed dryly, his eyes flickered, as if he was thinking about something, and finally gritted his teeth and said: "Xiao Fanzi, Wen Ying..."
"What's wrong with Wenying? I admit, maybe my memory is really confused about this girl.
Why do you want to laugh at me?" Shen Fan snorted coldly.
"No no no."
Yong Wei kept saying: "Do you really remember that there was a person named Wen Ying in our class?"
"So what if you remember? So what if you don't remember?"
Shen Fan glared at him.
Yongwei smiled bitterly and said: "It's nothing, I really didn't mean to laugh at you.
But I clearly remember that the class beauty of our junior high school was Wen Ying, but it seemed like overnight, no one remembered her existence."
His words sent shivers down Shen Fan's back: "Are you telling the truth? Aren't you trying to tease me? Do you also remember Wen Ying?"
"It's absolutely true, I swear on my precious son."
Yongwei raised his hands in a gesture of swearing.
Shen Fan thought for a while and saw that Yong Wei's words didn't seem to be false.
He opened the car door with a bang and sat on the passenger seat: "Let's drive!"
"Okay, how about the two of us go have a drink and then have a good chat about Wenying.
Grandma is such a bear. For so many years, I have been so damn depressed that I almost went crazy because of whether this Wen Ying exists or not.
I saw psychiatrists many times, and all the psychiatrists said that I might be suffering from bipolar disorder.
I’m fucking mentally ill and I don’t know it yet?”
Yongwei cursed and drove into a secluded bar street. The two found a secluded booth and began to recall the non-existent classmate.
This memory made both of them feel numb.
Chapter completed!