My best classmates have been strangers all these years

Lao Zhao used to be my best classmate. He used to be like a brother, but now he has no contact at all.

We were classmates in the high school review in the late 1980s. At that time, we had to cross the single-plank bridge for college entrance examinations. The competition was fierce and fierce. The review time was so stressful that it did not block our friendship. We often talked together, took a walk, and asked to make appointments even when going to the bathroom.

In the 1988 college entrance examination, it rained on the last day. After the exam, we rode our bicycles to the scenic Yunmen Mountain in the suburbs. The whole mountain was surrounded by clouds and mist. I forgot everything we talked about. Anyway, the exam is over, and we will go home and wait. Just notify.

Later, I was admitted to the university, and we exchanged letters constantly. I passed by his school and lived in it. He took me and the college fellow to the Bund in Shanghai. He also escaped the fare alone to go to my school in Fujian thousands of miles away. I took him to the local scenic spots. Later, I kept the first postcard he sent me. It was written neatly and neatly with some common long-lasting friendships.

Later, six or seven years after graduation, I finally met. What I didn't expect is that there is no sense of mutual non-retention when I went to school. After each asked about the job, I said, do you know? Now I still have the postcard you sent me! He said mockingly, then I still have your letter! Until now, I don't understand his mocking expression, do you think I'm lying?

I still keep that postcard.

30 years after graduating, I have seen it once or twice, every time it is faint, and I can't see the joy and excitement of meeting. I left the phone, but never contacted. Once, I said in front of everyone, you have no classmates at all! Everyone was embarrassed.

Later, we never saw it again.

I still often think of reviewing our mutual encouragement and the friendship we kept in college that year, and I have always dreamed that the friendship will continue.But over the past few years, I have become accustomed to not contacting each other, and I have nothing to say even after seeing it. We also don't have any class differences, but we don't have any common topics.

all say that classmates are the most cherished. Classmates can last a lifetime, but our friendship has disappeared with time.

Some people in their lives will have disappeared. Isn't Lao Zhao such a person? But when I think of the innocent friendship when I was young, I still feel regretful. It's a pity.

Why did Lao Zhao fail to see the original friendship at all? I really can't figure it out.