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Zhang Sheng originally didn't want to go. Zhao Quanbao made several phone calls in a row, saying that everyone was there and they hadn't seen each other in twenty years. Come and go. You didn't attend the previous gatherings. You were the squad leader. The talented person who was famous in the school at that time should not become a provincial capital and stop interacting with everyone. Zhao Quanbao is an enthusiastic person. He is the one who has the most contact with Zhang Sheng after graduating from college. Over the years, Zhao Quanbao told Zhang Sheng many things between classmates. For example, who remarried, who died unexpectedly, who became a director, and who settled abroad. This time, he was an enthusiastic organizer of his alma mater's anniversary event, tasked with contacting and inviting alumni. Three months ago, Zhao Quanbao started calling and informing everyone. Zhang Sheng could not imagine the scene of meeting each other. The classmates lamented the passage of time to each other, and the teachers talked about the past years, which were both beautiful and sad. Zhang Sheng felt that as an ordinary middle school teacher, he did not have much representation in participating in the anniversary celebration of his alma mater.

If all went well, it was more than four hours' journey by bus from Chengxi Passenger Terminal. He would be able to return to his hometown and sleep on his own kang before dark. At this time, he also saw a minibus, like a drunken man, crashing from the road to the sidewalk. There was a burst of screams from the crowd waiting at the station... Zhang Dawa wanted to shout to the crowd around him to pay attention to the car, but before he could shout, he felt himself falling. The pain was sharp and vague. But he held the box in his arms tightly. The box contained his son's ashes and more than 20,000 yuan that he had stored away.