"Ouyang... Han?"
The old man repeated the other person's name.
It's a rare compound surname...
High school classmates?
High school...
It was so long ago that it almost seemed like it happened in his previous life.
…
"It doesn't matter if you can't remember."
The elegant old man is just like the first impression he gives people, he always behaves very gentle.
"After all, it's been a long time."
"We also have-"
"ah?!"
The old man's eyes lit up.
"Ouyang Han?!"
"Are you Ouyang Han?"
…
"yes."
The elegant old man was startled at first.
Then he smiled and nodded.
"I am Ouyang Han."
"You remember?"
…
"It is you……"
The old man had a look of surprise on his face.
"I remembered!"
"Thank you for your special name..."
The old man said with a smile.
He has lived for more than half his life, and he has never met many people with double surnames.
The rare compound surname in front of him was the first classmate with a compound surname he had ever met in his life.
At that time, the classmates in his class were very curious about his last name.
It was very lively for a while.
Once you get used to it, you won't joke about this compound surname every time.
…
The elegant old man arched his eyebrows.
From childhood to adulthood, and even now, everyone who knows his name for the first time will subconsciously take a second look at him.
He's also used to other people's reactions to his name.
On the contrary, it is rare to meet a few people who don't have a special reaction to his name, and he will feel that something is missing, as if he is not used to it.
…
"Why."
The old man was surprised.
"How did you recognize me?"
They haven't seen each other for so many years.
"It's been decades..."
The last time they met they were still young people.
It's not at all like the wrinkled face he has now.
Such a big change...
How did the other party recognize him?
"You are too awesome."
Look at him.
If the other person hadn't said his name, if the other person's name hadn't been special enough, he might not have been able to think of such a person.
…
"I heard your conversation."
The elegant old man smiled apologetically.
"Feel sorry."
"I didn't mean to listen to your conversation."
I just heard it so naturally...
…
"It doesn't matter."
The old man waved his hand.
There are people coming and going in this market, and everyone who talks is overheard by the people passing by.
They didn't say anything that needed to be avoided by others.
But……
The old man looked at his friend.
"Did we say anything that identified me?"
…
My friend frowned and recalled it carefully.
"……No."
"I didn't even call you your name..."
He always called him Lao Xiao.
It’s not like this person can recognize Lao Xiao with just such a title, right?
Listening to what Lao Xiao just said, he and this long-lost friend have not seen each other for decades...
Long time no see...
"Old Xiao."
My friend suddenly became serious.
"Did you look like this decades ago?"
…
Old man:......
He rolled his eyes.
"How can it be?"
How mature does this have to be for him to look like this decades ago?
To be continued...