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Have you ever heard of the "Pan Bowen incident" that shocked the whole country and was very strange? At a class reunion, a man mentioned a high school classmate, but everyone had collective amnesia and said that there was no such person, and then this classmate seemed to have disappeared out of thin air. This happened during the Spring Festival of 2019. At that time, I had just started working not long ago. After returning home, many classmates made an appointment to get together. After entering society, we old classmates rarely contacted each other. It was naturally happy and relaxed to meet. After a few glasses of wine, everyone talked more and boasted to each other about the situation in recent years. During the meal, I suddenly remembered that a classmate seemed to be absent, so I asked about the former monitor Liu Buzhu. "By the way, why didn't Pan Bowen come?" Unexpectedly, Liu Buzhu was stunned by my question and asked me: "Who is Pan Bowen you are talking about? Which class is he from? Why haven't I heard of him?" I thought to myself, he had only drunk a few glasses, how could this guy forget a living person, so I reminded him: "Are you stupid? It's Pan Bowen who used to sit at your desk." Unexpectedly, after I finished speaking, Liu Buzhu looked at me like I was a fool: "What are you talking about? Aren't you my deskmate?" Hearing this, I felt depressed. I asked Li Zongping, who was sitting next to me: "Brother Ping, do you still remember? Pan Bowen used to sit at the same desk with Liu Buzhu. He sat in front of you. Look, there is a scar on my arm. When I was trying to stop you two from fighting, he accidentally stabbed me with his pen tip. You can see the scar is still there." Unexpectedly, Li Zongping had the same expression when he heard this, and kept shaking his head and said: "Am I remembering wrongly?"
I was really at a loss for words. My words had caused such a big commotion that all the students present looked at me strangely, as if I were a fool. Li ZongpingLooking at everyone, and then at me who was embarrassed, he quickly tried to smooth things over, saying with a wry smile, "You really have drunk too much. There are only 12 boys in our class, and all of them are here today." As soon as he said this, several students started to make fun of me. It didn't seem like a joke. I was really confused. I didn't have many classmates in junior high school, and Pan Bowen and I were the best friends. The scene of skipping classes to play games together is still vivid in my mind now. I couldn't have remembered it wrongly, but seeing everyone's surprised expressions and the fact that I had just drunk a few glasses and felt a little dizzy, I thought I remembered it wrongly and didn't argue anymore. Watching them raise their glasses and chat happily, I was in no mood at all, because the matter about Pan Bowen kept turning around in my mind. I couldn't possibly remember this living person wrongly. After a night of noise, everyone drank a lot. After returning home from KTV, it was already past one in the middle of the night. Because I drank too much and my head hurt badly, I lay on the bed and fell asleep early. I don't know how long I slept. I was dazed, and suddenly I heard someone calling my name. Then, I vaguely saw a boy of about fourteen or fifteen years old appear in my room. I don't know where the feeling came from, but my first reaction was that the person in front of me was my former classmate Pan Bowen. Whether it was the voice, body shape or expression, I was very sure. I just wanted to get up and ask him where he went, but I found that I couldn't move at all, just like in a dream. I was conscious, but my body seemed to be imprisoned. At this time, Pan Bowen had come to my side, and put his face almost against mine, just looking at me quietly, but his face was very blurry, and I could not see him clearly. I wanted to open my mouth and call his name, but at this time I couldn't even make a sound.
His blurry face was getting closer and closer, but I saw that the corners of his mouth had cracked to his ears. He seemed to be smiling, but the smile was very strange. "Is this really Pan Bowen?" I kept asking myself in my heart. Soon, he put away that weird smile and said to me: "I'm glad that you still remember me, but I really have to go." After saying this, Pan Bowen's figure became farther and farther away, and more and more blurred, and finally completely disappeared from my sight. The whole process was like a dream, and it was like being pressed by a ghost. On the second day, the sun shone into the house, and I was still frightened by last night's dream. After that, I asked about Pan Bowen on various occasions, including the former class teacher and the female classmates who had pursued him together, but the final conclusion was the same. No one remembered the trace of Pan Bowen's existence. Looking at the scar on my hand, I simply determined that it was a dream, a dream that I could never forget.
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