"Oh, you have something to do," the old man asked strangely. "Well, I met a classmate in junior high school, and I will have a class reunion tomorrow night," Yan Murong said, "I thought about it for more than ten years, so I agreed," "Class reunion," the old man thought for a while and said, "Okay, then you go, but you must eat lunch at home," PS: I finally went out to stroll in the afternoon yesterday. It was raining, and it rained, and I caught a cold in the cold. I slept for a day and a night, and now I have some strength to get up and write...