"Hey, Jian'an." Li Xuxu raised his eyebrows and suddenly patted the young man, who was still staring into space. "Have you not been in touch with Wen Yanyu all these years?"
"I remember you guys being really close to Wen Yanyu in middle school. How come it feels like you haven't kept in touch at all?"
Chen Jian'an turned toward the person who had patted him, still dazed. He gave no real response, only shaking his head instinctively.
The young man wore a sky-blue autumn outfit. He had regular features, and his black hair, which reached just past his shoulders, was tied in a half ponytail. His expression was still blank.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk." Li Xuxu wore an odd expression and scoffed. "As the old saying goes, a man trades wives when he gets rich and friends when he gets powerful. He's probably forgotten all about us old classmates."
"I bet he was just being polite when he said he'd come to the reunion. He probably never intended to show up at all."
"Ah, true, true. He's a big star now, after all. Why would he still remember his middle school classmates?"
As Li Xuxu spoke, the group headed into the resort.
Everyone wore a different expression.
No one objected to Li Xuxu's heavily sarcastic remarks, but no one agreed, either.
Their minds were a mess.
Many of them had only hazily realized that Wen Yanyu was a former classmate after seeing him trending online two months ago.
In the memories they struggled to recall, Wen Yanyu had had plenty of friends in class, and everyone had gotten along well. How had they lost touch completely after graduation?
Now, their impressions of him consisted only of the gossip they had read online. Middle school was neither particularly long ago nor