I, Yan Jiefang, will live to 2025 in this courtyard house.

November is more than halfway over, and the 65th anniversary is fast approaching.

A few days after the midterm exams, Yan Jiefang was relaxing in a corner of the playground playing table tennis with his classmates.

"Yan Jiefang, someone is looking for you. He's waiting for you in the guardhouse."

An unfamiliar classmate suddenly came over and called out to him.

Upon hearing this, Yan Jiefang stopped pretending and directly smashed the ball into the opposite corner, then handed the racket to Zhang Weiguo, who was waiting on the side.

"Old Zhang, you take over the call. I have to go."

Zhang Weiguo had been waiting impatiently for some time. He took the racket and stared at the table.

"Get out of here now, stop dawdling."

Yan Jiefang ignored him and went to the side to pick up his own schoolbag.

He walked a few steps to the unfamiliar classmate, took out a few fruit candies from his pocket, and handed them to him.

"Thank you for running this for me, classmate. Here are a few candies for you to sweeten your mouth."

The student hesitated for a moment before politely declining:

Then he wrote his signature below.

The two girls were very happy to receive the autographs and expressed their gratitude.

"Thank you, senior!"

"You're welcome. I'll be going now. Goodbye!"

Yan Jiefang packed up his things, got up, and left the classroom.