Xinyi got up and went to the kitchen. When she saw the note left by Wenhao, she said to herself: "This idiot, he insists on cooking even though it's not delicious. How can he eat it when it's so watery?"

Xinyi doesn't like the dishes cooked by Wenhao. She can't feel the heat and the stir-fried dishes are too tender.

One time, Wenhao's relatives and friends brought a lot of eggplants. Xinyi said she liked fried ones, and Wenhao became more diligent and energetic.

While Xinyi was not at home, she took out a bucket of oil and fried a pot of eggplant. The whole bucket of oil was gone. The eggplant was fried so tender that even with the oil and water, it could fill a big pot. Then she made a big pot of eggplant.

Garlic and eggplant, I was so busy that I was sweating profusely, and I was tired for a whole day.

When Xinyi came back and saw the scene in the kitchen, she almost felt dizzy. She really had no idea what to do. How would she eat such two big pots of eggplants?

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

"You can eat these two big pots of eggplants yourself! You've also brought trouble to a freshly opened bucket of soybean oil."

The writer saw that he had worked hard all day, and it was hard work without credit! His back was sore, so instead of praising him, Xinyi complained and got angry at that time.

"I've been working for almost a day, all to serve you. You're so nice. I don't appreciate it at all. You're so kind as to treat me like a donkey." After saying that, he stopped paying attention to Xinyi.

Xinyi looked at Wenhao's expression and felt really angry and funny. "Who asked you to cook it! Don't you love eggplant the most? This is a specialty of your hometown. You don't have to cook anymore, you just eat this every day.

Until they are all wiped out.”

The writer said "Huh!" very unhappy. "I'm going on a business trip soon, and I rarely come back for dinner."

It is true that literary giants live three hundred and sixty-five days a year. It is very rare to be able to eat at home for a month, and they are fooling around outside all year round.

"Then you cooked this for me! Let me eat eggplant every day from now on." Xinyi looked at the eggplant speechlessly. She originally wanted to take a few bites, but when she saw the layer of soybean oil floating on it, it suddenly disappeared.

appetite.

No one ate a bite of the eggplants in these two pots, and all of them fell off.

Another time, relatives and friends of Wenhao's family brought a lot of fish, which made Xinyi very sad.

"How can we eat such a large number of fish, which are covered with spines? Look at these, alive and dead, there can be dozens of them together."

Wenhao particularly likes fish. He grew up in a rural area and was very happy to be able to eat fish. He often went fishing with his classmates.

"In this case, I will make spicy fish for you every day. Isn't that your favorite food?"

For several days, the writer used various methods to prepare a table full of fish, including steamed fish, fried fish, hot pot fish, and stewed fish.

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Later, Wenhao couldn't eat any more, so she might as well find various reasons to give him favors! After that incident, Xinyi basically broke off all relations with Yu. From then on, Xinyi always talked about Wenhao when meeting people. When it came to eating, Wenhao was a big deal.

Far from it, he is a very unqualified foodie.

It can be seen that you should not eat too much of delicious food. This is just like doing things in life. You should not go too far in everything, and the best state is to stop in moderation.

Xinyi took the small note left by the writer and stood blankly in front of the window, admiring the world outside the window. She seemed to have forgotten that the writer had to catch a plane today.

Suddenly, "ring ring..." the phone rang.

Xinyi looked at the caller ID and saw that it was Wenhao calling. "Hey! Get up. The food is ready. It's in the pot. You must remember to eat it."

"I know! It's not like I don't have eyes. Such a big pot of rice is enough for me to eat for two days. It's such a waste of food." Xinyi sometimes speaks in such a poor way, without any tenderness of a woman.

Wenhao was so angry! Before Xinyi could speak again, he immediately hung up the phone.

Originally, Wenhao had good intentions and reminded Xinyi to remember to eat, but in the end, he was full of unhappiness.

When Xinyi saw that Wen Hao was a little angry, she immediately comforted him! She casually sent a WeChat message to Wen Hao. "Have a nice trip!"

The writer looked at these words, didn't reply to a single word, and then continued to read the news.

While watching the news, I was still feeling depressed. This woman is just mean. If she has a colder attitude, she would just say that the man has changed his mind and is not as attentive as when they first fell in love. If she were more enthusiastic, this would be slapped on the horse's hooves.

It’s true that women’s hearts are so deep that men can’t figure it out!

In the blink of an eye, the literary hero arrived in the south. As soon as he got off the plane, he saw his classmates greeting him at the airport.

When students are far away, they start shouting: "Literary... Literary!" It's like a long-lost relative.

Wenhao looked at his classmate and was so excited that he immediately walked a few steps forward. "Old classmate, we haven't seen each other for many years! We are already old. Look at your hair on your temples. Your school days are really unforgettable!"

This classmate is one year younger than the writer. He has a thin body and is about 1.70 meters tall. He wears a pair of highly myopic glasses on his bony nose, has a wrinkled face, and is wearing ordinary casual clothes.

"Literary man, you are much older than before. When you were in school, you were such a handsome young man. In a flash, we are all over fifty years old. Alas! Youth is gone and will never come back! I remember the last time we had a class reunion, everyone still

As for the power of drinking, I didn’t expect that Zheng Tong is no longer alive today. I heard that you also opened a company, so take care of yourself!"

"I was in my thirties when we last met. That was my golden age. I was in my prime, but now I am on the decline. My body has been feeling much worse over the years. I have no energy and am really unable to do what I do!

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Wenhao also held his classmate's hand vigorously, and the two of them sighed for nearly fifteen minutes before gradually letting go.

While talking, tears welled up in his eyes. Classmate Wenhao sighed and said, "Let's go! My classmates have changed a lot. We haven't seen each other for many years."

Wenhao followed his classmates to Zheng Tong's house. It was still the same villa where Wenhao took Xinyi to live, but it didn't have the same feeling as before, only the desolation was left in his eyes.

After the classmates met, there was a burst of condolences, which was completely different from the previous gatherings. Some patted the shoulders, some shook hands... There was no longer the smile of the past.

"Hey! I didn't expect Zheng Tong to be the first to leave. He is the most powerful among the classmates, but his life is so short." Some students couldn't help but sigh with tears.

"What kind of disease does he have? Why didn't he get treatment?" The writer also wanted to know Zheng Tong's details.

It turned out that Zheng Tong had been in poor health a few years ago and had always been frail and sickly. However, due to work, he just couldn't spare the time to go for a check-up.

Zheng Tong suffered from intestinal cancer. When he finally went to the hospital, it was already in the advanced stage. This was related to his irregular diet, staying up late, and socializing. The most important thing was that the company was large and the work pressure accumulated.

If it lasts too long, your body will have problems.

When the writer learned about Zheng Tong's condition, he felt very sad that his good classmates for so many years would never be able to see each other again.

Some students quietly shed tears, and the writer also felt sad. Everyone was crying together.

Although Zheng Tong is rich, after all, when meeting classmates, he still needs to express his feelings a little bit.

When writing the account book, some had one thousand, some had three thousand, and some had five thousand. The writer's strength was also limited, so he could only spend 20,000 to briefly express his feelings.

Zheng Tong has many friends, including many well-known figures in society, and his friends are still talking about them.

"Zheng Tong was a good man! As long as anyone was in trouble, he would immediately lend a helping hand. Although he is gone, he will always remain in our hearts."

The writer also took a look at the account books, and found that some people actually spent fifty thousand or one hundred thousand... He couldn't help but admire him secretly in his heart.

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

"When people pass by, they leave their names, and when geese pass by, they leave their voices." Life after life, as long as you can arouse the thoughts of relatives and friends, your life as a human being will not be in vain.

The students all came to the crematorium with heavy hearts and watched Zheng Tong's last appearance.

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

"Good classmate, I wish you good luck all the way! Although you died young, you were successful in your life. Your classmates all admire you very much. We will meet again in another world in the near future."

Some students also said, "Even if Zheng Tong leaves, he will go to heaven. When people are alive, they can't be too selfish. Every drop of kindness should be repaid by a spring. God is watching, just like those ungrateful people who don't recognize their relatives."

Those villains will eventually go to hell, and their children will also be implicated in the future, so you must be as kind as Zheng Tong."

Some students were even frightened when their classmates said this, and their hair immediately stood on end.

"Yes! I would rather believe that I have something than something that I don't have. I must be a good person in the future, and it is also to accumulate virtue for my children."

After seeing Zheng Tong off, the classmates were returning to their hometowns one after another.

Before leaving, someone suggested that next year there would be another decade gathering.

"Yes! Let's get together quickly. Although Zheng Tong has passed away, he will always live in our hearts." A classmate said.

The writer calculated his age in his mind. He would be fifty years old at the class reunion next year. He would have to retire after working for a few more years.

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

As the writer flew home all the way, he always felt empty in his heart. Zheng Tong's face appeared in front of his eyes from time to time. He was so thin that only his skin and bones were left. It was only after being devastated by the disease that he became such a haggard appearance.

In recent years, Wenhao has felt his health deteriorating, and he is also a little worried. Moreover, he still has no strength. He used to have no trouble carrying a hundred kilograms of rice, but now he is panting heavily even when he works.

He fainted several times, but because he was afraid that Xinyi would worry, he never mentioned it.

Wenhao also discovered that, especially recently, he felt like he had some frostbite on both sides of his ears, which were also itchy. Even after applying a lot of ointments, they did not get better.
Chapter completed!