Chapter 5

My girlfriend's literary club is about to be popular with members of the student organization.

Such a desolate season in autumn is most in line with the psychology of college graduates who are loose and confused, as if this season is an emotional scene for them, and a stage where they resonate with their voices.

She asked me to go with her. I said that I didn't like to go out, so she said that I would get sick if I stayed in the dormitory all day long.

I laughed and refutation, "Writers are sick, don't you know?" She said, "You're not a writer. Don't be sick and moan."

I said, "You are back to the old topic. Do you want to continue to discuss the definition of a writer?" I'm your 'Brother Xun'. Can't I get the title of writer? I smiled deliberately to minimize the questioning in my words.

She also simply laughed back.

In my opinion, it is not so much recognition as sneer.

I tried to control my emotions and knew that it was a paranoid idea.

I said, "You go with your sisters in the same dormitory. I... I'm not suitable to go."

She seemed to be angry. Her eyebrows were slightly wrinkled. She was about to open her mouth and lose her temper, but she sneeze for no reason.

I'm wondering why "willow eyebrows are upside down" is a portrayal of a girl's anger.

Taking advantage of this, I inserted a needle and said, "Look, you can run well. Don't catch a cold in a cold day? I'll buy some medicine for you to prevent. Don't go. Stay in the dormitory.

She didn't accept it and said stubbornly, "I'm not like you. I'm sick. Well, your uncle's body is 'delicate'. I won't force it, but you have to write something for me as compensation."

I said, "What do you say and write?"

She said, "I haven't figured it out yet. I'll tell you later."

I'm happy for a moment alone. I'm not the kind of boyfriend who can be used by Canon. I'm always afraid that she will be laughed at by my friends because of me.

When I turned around and left, a word was swirling in my mind. On the way back to the dormitory, I finally salvaged it up, which was the word "exquisite".

This is Xiao Ke's evaluation to me.

She is my deskmate in the third year of junior high school.

That autumn, I caught a cold, and unfortunately became the first person in my class to be killed.

I avoided medical treatment. After three days of hard work, I had to seek medical treatment.

The doctor suggested an injection, and I insisted on taking medicine.

Xiao Ke came to talk to me during class. I couldn't hide and told her that I had a cold and was afraid of infection.

She giggled and patted her chest and said that I was healthy and not afraid of infection. I nodded and agreed. I didn't want to study at night, so I was depressed. My nose was running, and I couldn't get up on the desk.

I joked at her and said, "Do you know how powerful I am? Isn't it because your young lady is so 'healthy'?" She opened her mouth as if to say something. At this time, her runny nose slipped out unconsciously and quickly covered it with a handkerchief. There was no end to the words.

Early the next morning, she miraculously recovered and made fun of me proudly. I couldn't accept it. I quickly asked her what was going on and get an injection.

She said that she said easily that she ate a piece of "An Nai Jin" and it was OK to sleep.

I argued in surprise, "It's impossible. I eat this thing three times a day. Why is there no response?" Xiaoxiao was about to take off his soul proudly and said with a smile, "So you are always a young lady's body, 'delicate'."

I didn't know what to say for a moment, so I said casually, "Aren't you a young lady?" I immediately regretted throwing a rescue look at her. I clearly felt that she also understood the voice of this sentence, but she just gently curled her chin, smiled, and blinked her eyes... I can never forget the endless tenderness and youthful self-confidence in her eyes at that moment. The age.

The night was painted with the last haze. I put on a black coat and went out of the dormitory building.

There are listless stars hanging over my head, as if I have been infected by the flu in my mind, and I cover myself with dark clouds.

Opposite the dormitory building is the medical teaching building. At this moment, the lights are extremely bright. Everyone is adding bricks and tiles to their own future. When they meet fellow passers-by, they will say a few words to express their mood of wandering for the future, and then relax their vigilance.

I stood in the corner of the advertisement paper of "Colombia College Upgrade" and called my girlfriend. A cold reminder of the mobile service lady's cold number was in arrears on my mobile phone.

I dialed this several times to confirm the result.

I'm thinking about when it was shut down.

At this time, my mobile phone strangely rang out.

is a strange number, and I'm still looking forward to answering it.

The other party split his head and called me "brother". I counted the little brother I had made in my life, so as to arrange the order to position the other party.

He couldn't wait and scolded, "You boy is not righteous. You forgot me so soon..." "Oh, it's you..." I do remember that his name is Nongbo. He is a good buddy in three years of high school. Although he is a science student, he is a like-minded person in literature.

"You boy" is his mantra, which is the sequela left by his reading of the so-called "avant-garde novels".

Beijing dialect is the foundation of Mandarin. Pioneer novels are completely respected in Beijing dialect. You open your mouth and close your Beijing film, and you are regarded as a fashion pioneer.

In the first half month of the college entrance examination, he suddenly suffered from appendicitis. Before I could see him "the last time", I was sent to the hospital by his father, and he did not show up on the day of the college entrance examination.

At that time, I said desperately that you broke your appendix, and it's not a terminal disease. Who are you so solemn? I will study medicine in the future. You are brewing a fart, and I will deal with this disease...