Over the three years of high school, I actually did think about going back to visit. But I often lingered nearby for a long time and eventually left disappointed (well, not really, as I didn’t go into the city often anyway). Compared to those classmates who frequently visited the school, I seemed a bit ungrateful.

—Just kidding. After many years, when I saw the teachers again, they still called out my name as soon as they saw me. What graduates love to do most is search the entire school for traces they left behind. We naturally didn’t find any, or perhaps they are everywhere?

What I can confirm is that I’m no match for these two in either volleyball or basketball.

Honestly, I was quite worried about today’s meeting at first. After all, with a crowd and meeting teachers, it was difficult to bring up certain topics. Fortunately, the teachers were understanding and willing to listen to my hasty sharing of the past three years.

At this time, my classmates have all entered university and begun another journey in life. And I am following closely behind.

Also: today, the teachers said my way of speaking is becoming more and more like Teacher Zhang (my dad)’s. I wonder if that’s a good thing or a bad thing.

Finally, an interesting discovery: today’s three classmates were exactly those who used to bike home together often. Unlike before, in this reunion of the former middle school cycling team, I now live the farthest.