A few days ago, elementary school classmates who I haven't seen for many years formed a WeChat group. The group owner is my neighbor. When I was a child, I often went to his house to watch TV until 10 o'clock in the evening. The other day, I saw this group joking with my roommates. We are getting old. We are dating classmates from elementary school. I feel like this was something my dad only did when he was that age. When I came home for the Chinese New Year last year, my dad contacted his former classmates. From then on, he was absent-minded but high-spirited every day. He was not seen every day, and he either made appointments to sing or to have dinner. But when I joined the group and saw that there were still people in the group who remembered me, I could understand how my dad felt at that time. The class reunion was quite meant to make me young again. Many people who are not doing well now may have been a figure in the eyes of their classmates when they were young. Furthermore, the throbbing little thoughts of the green years are always particularly attractive. A primary school classmate heard that I was not married and added my private message, saying that I was his goddess since childhood. Although he didn't believe it, he was still happy in his heart. Being remembered by others, or rather being remembered by boys, can still satisfy some vanity. In fact, before this WeChat group, I had spent nearly a week looking for someone, a male classmate from the first year of high school. I don't know why, but I always thought of his eyes that were very bright in my memory. Feeling this, I wanted to write about a few things about the class reunion, but I was really not good at coming up with topics, so I decided to name it a class reunion, which was quite suitable for the occasion.
Concept: This is a story about searching, with a little flutter and a little romance, but the ending must be the lightness of the adult world, with a not-so-perfect fulfillment.