Another class reunion, can’t wait to catch up with the news of the classmates here, translated…
Forty years after graduation, the classmates, older now, gathered up together again, and, just as was expected, every one of us became “outstanding”, especially in our waist sizes.
Chuang who’d gone back home after retirement, took over his father’s large field, and maybe, it’s the beauties in nature, how he could sleep well, eat well, his form became, especially stronger, even more so compared to when we studied in school together.
not my photograph…
That day, Chuang hauled along two linen sacks, with over thirty kilograms of jackfruit, told us, “We planted ourselves, there’s no agricultural chemicals, I’d brought it as the raffle prize for today, those of you interested, you are more than welcome, to come to my estate to visit and stay.”
Hsiao kept his sense of humor, stated, “Wow, it is true, that what kind of a person can plant the exact same sort of produce, and, only you, are able to, grow the jackfruits to that size. And, you wouldn’t have a regular plantation, it should be a fatty plantation then?”
Chuang was even-tempered, smiled at him, “Hsiao, thanks for your words, maybe next year, my fruit farm will be able to have even bigger king of the fruits, and at which time, you should, drive over to my place, to pick some up then.”
Gang who’s close by could no longer hold it in, “I he4ard, that Hsiao had planted a hill’s worth of sweet persimmon and ginger, and in recent years, the prices of ginger are hiking up higher and higher, you must’ve made a huge fortune. So, how does, sitting on top of that huge hill’s worth of ginger feel? How many ladies have you to date?”
“It’s no easy task, taking care of my ‘mountain’s worth of ginger, the one who stuck by me, was still that same wife of mine.”
not my photo here still…
The three best friends started shooting off their mouths at one another, making the rest of us laugh hard, and, as the rest of us around them heard their words, it’s, as if, we’d returned, to our, younger days too.
This, is meeting up at a class reunion in midlife, after all of you had your trials in life already, and, you all can now, sit back, enjoy, and watch the clouds roll on by, and, you’d still interacted as you all had back in the day, and that, is something that can’t be replaced, this closeness of friends, and this affinity will only get better with time too, I’m sure.
Life, the Obstacle Course 