Chapter 3

After the matter was over, she repeatedly said that she liked literature and Lu Xun very much. She asked me not to be jealous of a person who was no longer there; I also promised her that I would be her solid support forever.

Recently, she seems to be making a paper with a new understanding of Confucian classics. She wants me to go to the library more often to collect information for her. I advertised to her in the rain, but her expression surprised me. After class, she ran with a smile and said, "That's good. I passed the performance. You know, it's the first time for you to come to the teaching building to see me. I'm very touched." That's good." I was relieved.

Zhang Xiaoyang is a girl who lives in her own fantasy, and her only fantasy is to become a writer. This profession is as inner ** and lonely as her personality. There is no full-time writing job in society, just like a parasite that must be attached to another organism to survive. I once asked her about such a loyal origin, and she described a puzzled picture to me: on a snowy night, a thin middle-aged man stood in front of the old window, looking at the earth with wise eyes and spitting a round of smoke. I said, what's the point? She said to Niu Danqin, "I thought you can understand it. Whenever I think of this picture, I have the impulse to write. It is a movie scene I watched when I was a child. From then on, I decided to write like him." I thought thoughtfully and said, "You... Don't tell me that the middle-aged man is Lu Xun?" As a result, she almost cried with joy and said excitedly, "Yes, that's right, husband, you're too smart, you know... I'm sorry, I compared you with him again.

I didn't care about her. I know where I am in her heart. She just regards me as a model photo of Lu Xun II or Lu Xun. It's like a photo of a fan who is infatuated with idols. The point I heard was "snowflakes", and the following words were ignored. I remembered my snow. Cher is my classmate in primary school for six years. The reason why I introduced her as "my Cher" is that I suddenly remembered the character reference method created by a friend in his writing. Out of the sense of avoidance of thick lines, the characters in the masterpieces handed over are all written as "my father", "my principal", "my head teacher" and so on. This reason sounds forgiven, but she is indeed a standard beauty under Confucius's eyelids. I even concluded in the first grade that she was a class flower and excellent in both character and learning. I can't imagine that such an excellent girl would live in the world like me. How does she live in food, clothing, housing and transportation? But at this moment, in my memory, I fatally found that I couldn't remember her name. "Xue'er" is just her QQ name. I don't know when she once announced in the class: I have a number, and my name is "Xue'er". At that time, I was shocked to think that she had a child named "Xue'er". From then on, I had a little resentment against her and hated her unlucky child named Xue'er to the bone.

I said to my girlfriend, "You didn't feel sorry for me. I'm sorry for you. Haha, you overestimate me. How can I be compared with Lu Xun! It's too late for me to be happy that you have such confidence in me; I'm not as good as what you describe. Yes, I'm a medical student, but this is not my intention. I'm not interested in it. It's just because of the hope of my family, I'm obedient. Let me tell you something, you can't laugh, hehe. In one class, I talked about my eyes, and there were a few eyes on the plate. I vomited at that time. The teacher also explained that it was a pig's eyes, freshly bought in the market... Don't mind, I don't want to talk about it, because I love writing like you, but unfortunately it doesn't love me, and I don't have this blessing; but you You know, since you suddenly appeared in my life that day, I feel that you have been sent by God to comfort me, sympathize with me and save me. Xiaoyang, no matter what you like to do, I will support you. I would like to be Lu Xun in your mind. Instead, I stared at my girlfriend with affectionate eyes, hoping that she could express something. The girlfriend didn't say anything and replaced the answer with a hug. I was a little moved and joked, "However, I don't have Lu Xun's high income. You won't dislike me, will you?" She tightened her arms and answered instead.