Soon, the day of the class reunion came.

Song Zhiyi stood in front of the closet and felt confused looking at the various clothes hanging inside.

After thinking for a few seconds, Song Zhiyi decided to give up and took out her mobile phone to make a call to Zhou Feifei.

"Hello? My dear Master, what do you want from me?"

Before Song Zhiyi had time to speak, she heard Zhou Feifei's teasing tone. The words "Master's Mother" kept popping up in Song Zhiyi's mind.

"Don't talk nonsense," Song Zhiyi's ears turned red, "will you come to my house later to help me choose clothes?"

Not long after, Zhou Feifei came.

The two of them stood in front of the closet, and Zhou Feifei said: "Song Zhiyi, are you really planning to go to that class reunion?"

Song Zhiyi sat on the bed dejectedly, scratched her hair, and sighed: "Then what can I do? Who made me meet an old classmate by chance that day."

Now you have to go even if you don’t want to go.

While talking, Zhou Feifei had already taken out a black suspender skirt from the many clothes, looked at it and handed it to Song Zhiyi with satisfaction.

"Wouldn't it be bad to wear this?" Song Zhiyi took the skirt and looked at it again and again, feeling a little unsure. After all, it was a class reunion, would it be immodest to wear it like this...

"It seems like you have never attended a class reunion," Zhou Feifei stood in front of Song Zhiyi, "I tell you, class reunions are a competition between men and men, women and women. You should be optimistic about those men when the time comes.

They either show off their cars or their houses, and those women either show off their bodies or show off that they have a rich boyfriend..."

In the end, Song Zhiyi listened to Zhou Feifei's advice and wore the black suspender skirt.

The class reunion will be held at the Mari Hotel.

From the moment Song Zhiyi walked into the hotel, she couldn't help but become nervous.

She walked to the door of the private room, and there was laughter and discussion coming from inside. She hesitated whether she would interrupt them by pushing the door in now.

Many years have passed, and those shadows have long since dissipated, but that is false.

"Zhiyi?" Jiang Yan came over wearing a hat and holding a list in her hand, "Why don't you go in when you're here?"

After saying that, he pushed open the door of the private room.

The wooden door was pushed open, and the people inside stopped talking and turned to look at Song Zhiyi and Jiang Yan, who were standing outside the door and looked very beautiful in black suspender skirts.

Song Zhiyi pinched the hem of her skirt with both hands, her palms already soaked with sweat. She looked at the group of people staring at her and managed a smile.

"Ah! This must be Song Zhiyi!" I don't know who broke the silence, "I haven't seen such a big change in a few years, I almost didn't recognize it."

Wu Qiang walked over and said with a smile: "Come in, Song Zhiyi, don't stand at the door."

Come in...

Come in...Song Zhiyi.

At that moment, Song Zhiyi felt as if she was back in high school.

They were standing beside her seat, looking through her schoolbag and her desk. But she could only stand outside the classroom door and watch helplessly as they dumped all the contents of their schoolbags on the ground and pointed at them.

Those things laughed.

They covered their mouths and looked at Song Zhiyi, their mouths full of ridicule: "Come in, Song Zhiyi!"

Song Zhiyi came back to her senses, forced a smile to Wu Qiang, and then nervously found a corner to sit down.

Song Zhiyi sat cautiously in the corner, took out her mobile phone from her bag and pretended to be busy, for fear that others would see her fear.

"Hey, Song Zhiyi," a figure stood in front of Song Zhiyi, looking at Song Zhiyi with some embarrassment, and after a long time he said, "My name is Wu Ming. I was not sensible when I was in high school... I'm sorry."

sorry.....

Song Zhiyi was stunned for a moment, then smiled slightly: "It's okay, it's all over."

Everything has passed, but only Song Zhiyi knows that this matter will never pass in her heart.

"You look beautiful today." Wu Wuming praised with a blushing face, "Can you add me on WeChat?"

Song Zhiyi smiled and scanned Wu Wu Ming's QR code.

When friends who haven't seen each other for a long time get together, there will definitely be a lot to talk about.

Just as Zhou Feifei said, men gather together to discuss cars and houses, while girls gather together to discuss cosmetics and bags. Those who have boyfriends even show off their boyfriends.

Song Zhiyi watched everyone gathering together, talking and laughing about this and that, while she was the only one sitting here alone.

Suddenly, the door of the private room was opened again.

Song Zhiyi looked up and saw Feng Yu.

And there was another person beside him—Song Zhiqing.

Feng Yu seemed to have noticed Song Zhiyi's gaze, turned his head and glanced silently, then smiled and held Song Zhiqing's hand and walked into the crowd.

"Hey! Isn't this Young Master Feng!" Wu Qiang smiled and looked at the woman next to Feng Yu, "Is this your girlfriend?"

"Isn't it obvious?" Feng Yu asked with a smile.

Wu Qiang smiled: "This beauty looks somewhat similar to Zhiyi! Your vision has not changed after all these years?"

"Hello everyone, my name is Song Zhiqing," Song Zhiqing didn't care what Wu Qiang said, he raised his lips confidently and smiled, and glanced at Song Zhiyi sitting in the corner calmly, "I am Song Zhiyi's cousin."

As soon as these words came out, everyone's expressions froze.

Everyone here knows that Feng Yu once confessed to Song Zhiyi but was rejected, and now Feng Yu is with Song Zhiyi's cousin. This operation makes everyone here confused.

At this time, Wu Qiang was even more surprised. No wonder her eyebrows were somewhat similar to Song Zhiyi's.

Everyone did not dare to say anything, but looked at Song Zhiqing and then at Song Zhiyi who was sitting there without saying a word in tacit understanding.

"Come on, come on, everyone, please sit down quickly. What are you doing standing there?"

Li Feng looked at the frozen atmosphere, cleared his throat and said.

At the dinner table, Song Zhiyi just ate her food with her head down, minimizing her sense of presence.

"Come! Let's all toast to Song Zhiyi!" Jiang Yan stood up with the wine glass, and then everyone stood up and looked at Song Zhiyi, "Song Zhiyi, we did something wrong in the past, and I hope you can forgive us."

Song Zhiyi forced a smile and raised the glass of red wine in front of her: "It's okay, it's all over."

As soon as I finished my drink and sat down, I heard Song Zhiqing's sharp voice not far away: "What did you do to my sister before?"

Song Zhiyi's right eyelid twitched.

It’s really a matter of which pot should not be opened.

Song Zhiyi said: "It's nothing, I just made some unpleasant noises."

"Ah? Really?" Song Zhiqing pretended to be surprised, "But...how did I hear that they bullied you because your uncle and aunt were old gangsters?"

"..."

"Sister, why don't you speak?"

"Sister? Am I right?"

Song Zhiyi bit her lip and kept silent.

"Enough!"

Feng Yu, who was sitting next to Song Zhiqing, said coldly, "Song Zhiqing, please stop making trouble."

Song Zhiqing showed a pitiful look and bit his lip slightly: "Feng Yu! I'm not making trouble! I just asked out of curiosity."

Song Zhiyi was a little annoyed, looked at Song Zhiqing, and said coldly: "Curious? Didn't you come from this news?"

"What are you talking about, sister." Song Zhiqing looked around in a panic, "I have never done anything like this before. You are so slanderous."

"That's enough! Song Zhiqing!" Feng Yu looked at Song Zhiqing indifferently and stopped him, "Stop making trouble!"

"Then tell me, besides you, who else knows?" Song Zhiyi frowned, "Who else besides you?"

Seeing Song Zhiyi's determined look, Song Zhiqing turned a deaf ear to Feng Yu's words. She stopped pretending and stood up: "Yes! I did it, so what?"

"Isn't what I said the truth?"

"Aren't your parents just old people?"

"Aren't you just a broom star?"

Song Zhiqing stared at Song Zhiyi, hoping to see a hint of embarrassment on her face, which would make her feel good.

But what Song Zhiqing didn't know was that Song Zhiyi had long been used to these verbal insults.

Song Zhiyi just smiled faintly: "So? Do you think it was me who caused it?"

Song Zhiyi looked at Song Zhiqing indifferently, lowered his head and chuckled: "Song Zhiqing, are you very clean?"

Song Zhiqing looked flustered: "What do you mean?"

Song Zhiyi looked at Feng Yu, who was smoking a cigarette with an indifferent expression, and then at Song Zhiqing: "I think you will know what you did with Flutter even if I didn't tell you."

"You!" Song Zhiqing wanted to walk in front of Song Zhiyi, but Feng Yu held him tightly and couldn't get away no matter how hard he tried.

Feng Yu stood up, and the chair made a screeching sound.

Feng Yu turned his head and looked at Song Zhiqing with disgust in his eyes: "I told you not to make trouble, now get out."
To be continued...