Chapter 2

It was premeditated to meet her, because it was arranged by her. That day, she asked for my exclusive interview in the name of the school newspaper reporter, and asked me if I was free, and politely gave me a business card with both hands. I read awkwardly, "Zhang... Xiao... Yang?" She smiled and said, "Yes, that's right, it's me. That's it. I read the article you published in the school newspaper. I like the text you wrote very much. I hope you can promise to help me. Let's compete with each other." I was a little dull to hear what she said behind me, so I got up unnaturally and said, "I think you are quite ** about the words. In fact, you don't have to chew on purpose. I understand." Zhang Xiaoyang was also embarrassed. He lowered his head and said, "Well, I understand." So, let my article be the matchmaker, and we will be fine.

Friends around me envied this encounter and scolded people with an ancient temperament like me, and there are also people in the circle?! After asking for a long time, I made the final compromise loudly. I swear that I didn't have sex with her in the four years of college, okay?! I feel funny when I say it. In fact, I have never had any intention in this regard. I am consciously introverted, far away from the crowd everywhere, and hide from people. I didn't join any club. I wrote an article to get enough credits in return, that's all. On the day we confessed to each other, I bought her a lollipop, but I didn't see the brand clearly. It was milky white. When she came to the corners of her mouth, I suddenly found that her skin was so white, beautiful and thought-provoking, and the delicate curved eyebrows were from the hands of Sima Xiangru, and there was an example of "eyebrows like a distant mountain". She asked me why I didn't eat it, and I laughed and said, "I want to save money to support you." She pouted the sugar and retorted vaguely, "Who wants you to raise it!"

I can't remember when. I asked her why she liked what I wrote. She hesitated for a long time and finally said, "Do you know my nickname? I took it for myself." I thought for a moment, stretched out the back of my hand and touched her forehead again, and said, "Are you sick? How can you give yourself a nickname?" Of course, she took the opportunity to get some oil off. She took my hand and said, "Listen to me." She said that her nickname was "Little Lady Zhang". I immediately despised it. She quickly explained, "It's not what you think. There is an allusion!" I said, you said. She said, I won't talk about it.

"What's the matter?"

"You must think I'm that kind of person."

"What kind of person?"

"Humph, that's..."

"······"

"That's right, think about a person who wants everyone to call her 'Madam', who is that? That's the kind of person!" I suddenly remembered the scene when I saw her for the first time and said to her, "Xiaoyang, you care too much about the words themselves. I don't think so. I think this name is very interesting. It's a homonym of your name, right?" She said happily, "Really?" Seeing me nodding heavily, she nodded and said, "Mrs. Zhang is a very famous female doctor in history..." I said, "Do you want to be a doctor? That's great. With the same major as me, we can be together forever..." She glanced at me, and I was scared for a moment. She continued: "No, because the writer I admired most used to be a doctor, and then 'abandoned medicine and followed literature'... So I also hope to have something to do with medicine, so I took this name, and..."

"Don't tell me that the writer you admire most is Lu Xun!"

"That's right, that's right, husband, you're so smart. You know, you have a lot of similarities with his writing, and..."

"And what? And I'm also studying medicine, right? That's why you like me for a long time, right?

"Husband, what's wrong with you..."

I couldn't accept it for a moment, so I left her alone. It turned out that I had been a body for the dead. If she met someone who looked like Lu Xun in the future, would she not marry her? Is this girl mentally ill? When I returned to the dormitory, I realized that my behavior was too reckless, and I immediately ran back to the same place. Unfortunately, I couldn't find her trace. The next day, I was fully prepared for the sky to fall. At dawn, I stood downstairs in her dormitory covered in dew and begged her for forgiveness. She went downstairs and saw me dressed so awkwardly that she came to me. She was not angry with me, but pulled me to have breakfast together. I couldn't laugh or cry. I really don't know whether it was my pity to get her sympathy or Brother Xun.