The third option: I am uncle control

Attached is the secret of the 16-day creation process of this article and the secret behind the scenes of the novel, please continue to pay attention. )

☆、Creation notes: the first day

Appendix: Notes on the [-]th day of writing "I am the Uncle Connoisseur"

The first day of creation on December 2008, 12

Originally, I didn’t want to write a long novel this year.

Since the fall of the first year of high school in 1998, I have written a novel every year. It is a habit with my uncle. It is not for practice or to vent. At first, it is just to record some things. After a year, I have gained a lot. The result is to capture them all and put them all into one story, to strengthen memory, and at the same time, it is convenient to take out to review when you are old. This is the characteristic of a long book, and it has never been expected to be read by many people or printed into a book.Scholar knows very well that his stuff will always be niche, and will never be appreciated and recognized by the majority of people, so he has never taken novels as a task or a source of income, just as a habit.However, this habit developed to this year, 10 years later in 2008, it has become an addiction

I didn’t want to write something too long, but I just arrived in another city, and I have to start from scratch, and there are a lot of complicated things to do. Life seems to be very busy, so I feel that I have no time to write at all, and I feel that some things in my life It is also good to step on the brakes properly.So, in 2008, stepped on for almost a year.

Finally, in the last two days of 2008, I went crazy.

I have to admit that it is the fate of a scholar to write a novel every year, and it is completely impossible to escape.When there are only two days left in this year, starting from this morning, my body has been abnormal. After waking up, I have a splitting headache. I almost died.Seeing that I was in extreme pain, the bear told me to take medicine. I had always hated western medicine and took two aspirin. After taking it, I had a high fever for several hours in the afternoon.The house bear was terrified by my reaction and wanted to take me to the hospital.However, only I know where I am sick.

Turn on the computer, I want to write something.

The moment the finger was placed on the key of the keyboard, all the symptoms disappeared.

The world is quiet, the body is subdued, there is nothing left, no time, no space, no me.There are only two hands and a worn-out laptop left in the world, and the rest is a peaceful white light.

I know, this is fate.

I can't lie to myself.Although I didn't want to write any more at the end of this year, my brain didn't automatically divide a special zone for me to write long novels as before, and it seemed that I didn't have any titles, materials, or plots in the making.But in the background of my brain, that story was already taking shape, and now, all I had to do was give birth.

I realize that the labor process this year is going to be pretty quick.

The body does not burn, save, shut down, sleep.

☆、Creation notes: the second day

The second day of creation on December 2008, 12

Today is the second day of writing, and I haven’t written much. The broken sofa cushion hurts my back when I sit up, and the height of the small table is not ideal. Most of the time I just sort out the accumulated materials. Some feelings can be used in this novel.It took me a while to put the things in the notebook into the WORD document. After counting, I have recorded more than 3 words unknowingly, scattered, and some places are obviously painted on casually. It takes a while to think about it. What does up mean.I went to bed early today.Tomorrow is a new year, a new beginning, a new novel, NO.10.The tentative title of the novel is "Night Peeping".Rename the document, save it, and sleep.

☆、Creation notes: the third day

The third day of creation on January 2009, 1

For three consecutive rest days, for the scholar, it is a godsend opportunity and he must go crazy.

I woke up on the first day of the new year, I don't know why, the mood is very HIGH, and an inexplicable excitement continues all the time.Get up in the morning, go to the bathroom to wash thoroughly, clean the ear holes, nose cavity and teeth, brush the gaps between the nails carefully, apply balm while the body is wet, change into a large white robe on the empty body, sit down on the futon, and spread the white hair. Robe, facing the bright southern sun, making a new pot of tea, drinking it warmly, and then began to torture the keyboard continuously.These days, I can no longer use paper and pen. Tenosynovitis is too painful. If I continue to use paper and pen, my wrist will be broken. It is better to put it on the keyboard.

Today, I rushed 7 words, and just after midnight, my eyelids began to glue together.With the last bit of energy, I installed WINDOWS[-], and I can use the latest operating system to write things tomorrow, and I feel a little relieved.

☆、Creation notes: the fourth day

The fourth day of creation on January 2009, 1

The keyboard continues to rage, but today's mental head is overdrawn to yesterday, and the whole day is as listless as smoking opium, and the spirit is also a little erratic, which is just right for writing sad paragraphs.Well, I'm a great emotional exploiter.

In the evening, I was tinkering with the voice input of the new system, and it was much easier to use than the version in the XP era. I tried it for half an hour, and later found that it was a waste of time. The speed of the voice is still not as fast as my typing, and it can’t keep up with the speed of thinking. .This is not acceptable.Unfortunately, the original method is always the best method.

When it gets dark, the brain naturally goes into a dormant state.It’s like this every time I write a novel, my brain is overdrawn, and I’m excited when I’m writing, but once my spirit relaxes, okay, something in the back of my head will break off with a click, and then the whole person will be wiped out. Faster than turning off your phone.

The moment my head was pressed against the pillow, the last bit of consciousness told myself: Oh, really, I'm so tired.

☆、Creation notes: the fifth day

The fifth day of creation on January 2009, 1

I slept until noon and was woken up by the protagonist in the novel. The protagonist broke into my dream to make trouble, and acted out the plot to be written next in front of my eyes. I stood in the third perspective and watched the play finish. , Then a white light flashed in front of my eyes, and I woke up.Looking at the watch, it was almost afternoon.Get up and take a shower and brush your teeth.The water in the shower is so hot that it feels like a new body when you come out.

While turning on the computer, I sent a few text messages to Sister Yan to report on the creation of last night. Sister Yan expressed her distress and took care of me to take care of my health. She asked me to ask the bear to give me some good supplements, and asked if I would like to give it to me. I sent a pack of jujubes by mail, but I declined because of the trouble. In the end, she came up with a bad idea, saying that the gray one can help soothe the nerves, and then I can take a photo of the process and send it to her... I comforted her and said, in fact, the physical feeling in the creation It doesn't matter anymore, as long as you are in this state of excitement, you will be invulnerable to all poisons.She said, if you don't want to shoot, just say you don't want to shoot. You have used this routine a hundred times.But I still took a set of soft version for her and sent it to her. She responded: Do I have to put it on the desk? It looks like a dish, it looks weird.

My performance was also weird today. I sprayed [-] words in one day, like knocking out [-] catties of melon seeds in one breath. It is cool to have quantity and quality.

Tired of writing these days, I rested on the windowsill, opened the windows, and let in warm and fresh air. The weather is very good these days, which makes me very emotional.Under the bright sun, looking at the snowflakes blowing from the roof floating in the air, I put the small glass ashtray on the concrete window sill with a "boom", and lit an apple flavor that Sister Yan sent me DJ, take a breath and let it out slowly.It is a great relief to come to three books during the steamy writing interval.When I was by the window, I continued to observe the prototype of my male number one. His old man has been sitting at home naked and surfing the Internet. The time of surfing the Internet is almost in sync with my writing time, but he goes to bed a little earlier than me. God knows he is always There is no way to lie in front of the monitor to see something. It is only one floor higher than him, and the angle is not enough to see the screen of his monitor.He was not so lazy in the past, since he installed a computer, he immediately fell into a depravity.

Although he is the object of my daily observations, when I was writing, regarding the image of the uncle, Chen Guangbiao was always on my mind.Excellent, rich, and most importantly, caring.It was a great personality charm, irresistible, and it made me addicted.If Chen Guangbiao himself knew that a guy used a novel to masturbate him, what kind of expression would he have?can not imagine.

☆、Creation notes: the sixth day

The sixth day of creation on January 2009, 1

I woke up at [-] o'clock in the morning. Although it was only six hours, the quality of sleep was super high, and I woke up refreshed with a sense of renewal, as if I had regenerated.

If you don't want to eat, make a pot of Xiangbiluo, just two biscuits, and you will be full of fragrance.Then I was in the state, energetic, and typing fast. I was worried that the keyboard would smoke, so I turned on the forced cooling of the notebook.

In the evening, when the bear came back, after dinner, he opened another 02 Pu'er for me. The four liters of water went down like that. I was so dizzy. When I stood up, the thing in the back of my head clicked. It was broken again, and I went directly to the bed, and then I didn't know anything.When I woke up about two hours later, I found that I was sweating all over, and my chest was covered with sweat beads. I felt like I was recovering from a serious illness. The quilt and pillow were all soaked, and I was quite frightened by the bear.

So I got up to take a shower, feeling a year younger again, turned off the computer, and continued typing.I don't know what time it was when I shut down, probably the next day.

The biggest achievement today is that I have finalized the official title of this work: "I am the Uncle Control", which I think is better than "Night Peeping".

☆、Creation notes: the seventh day

The seventh day of creation on January 2009, 1

When I go to work, I won’t be able to enter the creative state, but that’s okay, once I do, I won’t be dedicated to my work.

I showed the short clip I had finished writing to Sister Yan. Surprisingly, she responded well this time, which encouraged me. I guess the main reason is that some things exceeded her expectations.

The notes in the computer, on the bedside notebook, and everywhere are all ideas that pop up in my head anytime and anywhere. In the process of sorting out, I remembered the time when the first "Bearing Titans 1" was created, and I took it with me A small book, in the end collected more than 1 words of thoughts and materials.Now, I can't wait to bring a recorder with me.

I didn't write much tonight, but it was very important, and it went smoothly beyond my expectations.Maybe it's due to the adequate preparations, everything will come naturally.That's how it feels to write.

☆、Creation Notes: Day [-]

The eighth day of creation on January 2009, 1

The sequelae came again.

After writing for a long time, the brain nerves are too concentrated and devoted, the consciousness begins to drift, and the boundary between fiction and reality cannot be distinguished, the two hands gradually lose the function of grasping, and things fall down.It has been like this for the past three days, but I have never cared about it, and it is especially serious today.Mobile phones, keys, water cups, paper, chopsticks, and mouse will all be accidentally dropped on the ground, and I will stumble when I walk, at least seven or eight somersaults every day.The bear suspects that my cerebellum is suppressed by overheated cranial nerves.

so tired.However, it's really cool to be tired.The pleasure brought by this kind of creation is incomparable to Xiangche Meixiong Villa. As long as it allows me to write, the rest can be ignored.

☆、Creation Notes: Day [-]

The ninth day of creation on January 2009, 1

The sequelae of creation are getting more and more serious, but the spirit is quite good, and I continue to be excited, but my consciousness is still extremely erratic, I feel far away when I hear any sound, my eyes are always sticky, and there is a phenomenon of trailing when looking at things.The sense of vision and touch began to be inconsistent. The eyes no longer have the ability to recognize things in 3D. There is no difference whether a cup is one foot or one meter away from me. It takes several times to grasp the object to determine the direction. Only the feeling of touching the keyboard is the real difference. Best of all, it scares me a little.But I knew in my heart that this was temporary, although it had never happened before.

The images of the two protagonists are in my mind, and I can't get rid of them.That's right, that's what I want. The director's condition is quite good.

Sister Yan seems to have always expressed concern about my situation and moved ING.Although I can't give you anything; even though you don't want anything, you still support my writing and my way of life as always.After this story is completed, a male and female version will emerge, and your color will definitely be added to it.

☆、Creation notes: the tenth day

The tenth day of creation on January 2009, 1

Today's shares are all finished after dinner, dinner is very HIGH, and the mood of writing is very HIGH.

After listening to Britney Spears for several hours, with the volume turned up to the maximum, the keyboard gradually began to soften, and it felt like it was integrated with my hand.

Today broke the record, the record of pleasure, I completely lost myself in the writing, the sound of the keyboard disappeared, the music disappeared, all the touch disappeared, the whole person seemed to fall into a vacuum, there was a white light around, and then the white light became the background, the plot in the novel is like Movies are shown all around.Countless invisible thin threads hang down from the sky, all of which are connected to my cerebral cortex, continuously sending signals that only I can decipher, making my scalp itchy.It's an amazing feeling, like it's never happened before.

Today is the tenth day since I started writing, the storyline is already halfway through, and everything is becoming familiar.Keep going, keep going!

☆、Creation notes: No.11 days

Create No.2009 days on January 1, 9

Probably because it was Friday, my spirit was extremely relaxed, and I felt very happy when I got off work, so I started writing without taking a shower at home and using the computer. The draft that I have been holding back all day can be put into practice, as if I have succeeded willful.

In the past two days, I have been writing and listening to songs. Han Skimer is indispensable and has been with me for many years.The guest stars this time include Li Shengjie, Zhang Yu and Qianxun Guishu. They repeated it again and again, which was very atmospheric.I have never heard of Li Shengjie before, this kid can really shout, he is very confident.At night, sitting across from Home Bear, he watched his central ten sets, and I wrote about my uncle, and he took some photos of me, saying that you should really see what you look like when you write something, it’s really scary.I took a look at the camera, and it was really scary. The person sitting there was not a human being, but a zombie, with a blue color and dull eyes, and the whole person was surrounded by a kind of air shell that made people feel horrified.I deleted it casually.

☆、Creation notes: No.12 days

Create No.2009 days on January 1, 10

Looking at the watch below, it is already two o'clock in the morning of the new day.Without listening to any music, I typed out all the words very quickly, like typing 51 in CS, but the gun hit the target, dripping with joy.The contradiction brought about by this kind of carefreeness is: on the one hand, it made me feel the joy of writing a novel for the tenth time. Broke the record of finishing the ninth novel "The Crowd Disappeared" in 21 days.

To be honest, I still want to write down sticky, a long flow of water is a kind of beauty, but this time is different, let me feel the pulse of the year of "Campus Terminator", and I am secretly happy.

After writing, it will be dawn. Of course, the time during the day cannot be wasted. You must go to bed quickly.Falling asleep in the creative stage is surprisingly simple, just turn off the computer or put down the pen, wait for the inertia of creation to ebb, or just get into bed, tell yourself it’s time to sleep, and the thing in your mind will click off again immediately, and then pull the light (Den?) Just as crisp.

I wake up naturally at noon, get up to take a shower, have no appetite for food, or don’t know what hunger is at all, and my body and mind directly enter the state of creation. The content I write is also the scene of the protagonist getting up to take a bath, okay, it’s already entered the play.

After writing for an hour, my legs were a little tired. I went downstairs to buy a bag of crispy rice and a bottle of pear soda.The sun is shining on the bed right now, and it is very comfortable, so I read a book and feel sleepy.This brain was really exhausted when I was a student. At that time, I hated sleeping, and I felt super guilty when I slept. Now it is fine, and I can fall asleep anytime.Ten years in Hedong, ten years in Hexi.

The afternoon was sunny and cloudy, and the house was extremely quiet.In line with the creative mood required by the plot of the novel, I tossed and tossed the curtains for the next few hours, opened them for a while to cover them, opened half and opened half, and the emotions of the protagonists in the novel were also synchronized with my curtains.Light is really a wonderful thing. No wonder filmmakers and photographers like to think about the use of light. It turns out that light has such a subtle control on mood and environment.It seems that those who write novels should also learn from it.

Today's progress: [-] words.The writing is very carefree, and the scholar is very dripping.

☆、Creation notes: No.13 days

Create No.2009 days on January 1, 11

I fell asleep at three o'clock in the morning, and through the door of the study, I could hear the love bear snoring there.Listening to the snoring sound, the thing in the back of my head snapped and snapped, and then I felt overwhelming drowsiness.Tonight I went to sleep directly in the study, the electric blanket was already as cute as a baked biscuit, I took care of it, got into the bed, and let the consciousness start to collapse infinitely again.

It was nearly twelve o'clock at noon, and I woke up naturally, took a clean shower, and was full of energy.Ai Xiong went to make money, leaving a table of food in the south room.The curtains were drawn flat, letting in the light from the sky outside. When the curtains were opened, it actually snowed at night, and the incomparably clear air made the scholar dumbfounded.This kind of Sunday can't be wasted. Hurry up to boil water, make tea, turn on the computer, and continue my uncle while eating.There is a pack of peanuts among the pile of snacks on the table, which is actually from the old grandma brand. Which creative person came up with such a name?Pour it out and take a look, okay, it's worthy of the name, the peanuts really look like grandma's teeth.eat it.In addition to peanuts, there are also cookies, small crisps, big plums, small leaf oranges, and kumquats.I took it wrong, and the lobular tangerine was thrown into my mouth as a kumquat and I bit it. I will never forget that feeling for the rest of my life.

After one o'clock in the afternoon, the weather is getting warmer and warmer, there is no wind, the sky is frighteningly blue, and the sun controls the brightness and temperature of the petty bourgeoisie.Lie on the balcony for a while to bask in the warmth, then go back to the computer and type, and listen to Ghost Beam Chihiro over and over again, the voice is very similar to the protagonist's state of mind.What a wonderful afternoon.

I was too lazy to cook at night, so I went out to eat a bowl of sliced ​​noodles with Ai Xiong.Writing a novel is too involved in the drama, and after eating the noodles, the consciousness is still in the plot and has not come out, so I just finished the dinner in a hurry.The air was super good at night, so I turned to the supermarket to do some shopping, and saw the headline that caught my eye at least on the cover of this issue of "Men's Clothes": You must be fat and handsome.Okay, it's exactly what my novel wants, why is it so smooth, I accept it.When I got home, I was amused: there was an album of clothes for successful chubby men in their 40s.OK, uncle.It seems that Uncle is really trending now, secretly happy to send a text message to Sister Yan to inform me of my new discovery, and I received her reply in a moment: You are hopeless, there is only one medicine that can relieve you, which is poison.

☆、Creation notes: No.14 days

Create No.2009 days on January 1, 12

The physical condition is good, but the mental state is not good. There is a feeling that the digital camera has suddenly run out of power.It must be that the mental exhaustion has been too severe recently, and the headquarters began to press for repayment.

There is no other way but good sleep. Although there is no problem with insomnia, less than 12 hours of sleep is almost useless for scholars, especially in the current special period.

The fewest words written today can break the record of the past few days. The brain is in a state of stickiness. The voices of people talking are far away and erratic. The ability to judge space is obviously reduced. Things are not in place, the cup is let go before it is delivered to the top of the table, and the concept of time is confused.When I stood up, I still felt like vomiting. I retched a few times, but I didn't vomit, so I had to give up.

The scholar is going to be in trouble...

It's a bit hard, but it's cool.

☆、Creation notes: No.15 days

Create No.2009 days on January 1, 13

The sticky state of the brain has improved, and it has improved a little, which is reflected in the ability to understand the three-dimensional space. The teacup can be accurately grasped, brought to the mouth, and safely put back on the table.

Today's progress has also improved. From 21 o'clock to 24 o'clock, the novel is gradually becoming complete, and there are still two steps left and it should be done temporarily.

Probably God helped me, the past two days have been supernatural, some characters and events related to creation appeared one after another, some details almost overlapped, it was like a story just finished being staged in real life, very supernatural.This supernatural phenomenon cannot be explained at all. There are too many details, so I will not list it for the time being. I will study it slowly in the future.

On the other hand, perhaps because of too much devotion, a lot of past events flooded into my mind, whether it was pure scum or used as material, it was quite torturous.It took me a while to fall asleep while hugging the pillow. I was ignorant and dazed. From the end to the end of the novel, the prototype appeared in the chaos. I played it in front of my eyes like a movie. It was amazing.

Starting tomorrow, the task will be clearer, and the rest is just a matter of time and the keyboard.

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Create No.2009 days on January 1, 14

At 23:23, the text of "I'm the Uncle Connoisseur" was finalized, marking the final full stop.

For the past sixteen days, two shadows have been entangled in my head. The smaller one has never been clear. However, I only knew when the incident happened. It was not unclear, but I never faced it head-on.

That shadow is Xiaolu, the first BF in my life.

When talking about Xiaolu with Jiaxiong, there will always be a little bit of pain and a little bit of hatred in my heart.Jiaxiong said, hate is born of love, if you still hate him, it proves that you still love him.

I did not refute.

Today, Xiaolu has been in my life for nine years.When his shadow appeared in my head sixteen days ago, my heart still hurt a little. However, when this story came to an end, that shadow was already far away.

Thinking of him now, my heart no longer hurts.

Well, Xiaolu, let these [-] words be our last farewell.It's been nine years, and we should all let it go.

Sigh.

When I closed the computer, I realized that the room was so messy.During the half month of creation, I didn't tidy up the room much, and after entering the state, it will be different from usual.In order to take care of my convenience, the house bear didn't put it together much.Thinking about this half month, I didn't even talk to him much.

Let's tidy up tomorrow, life needs to be restored, and the brain needs to be tidied up.It will take some time to get out of the novel, but fortunately, the Chinese New Year holiday is coming soon, so smooth.

It's really going well. From the day I started writing on December 12 last year, my work has temporarily entered a vacuum stage, and I can focus on creating. The day after the draft is completed, that is, tomorrow, there will be a new job to take over, and the time is arranged by fate. , the mysterious big hand behind the strange scene.

2009 got off to a good start.

In fact, I didn't expect it to end today. Maybe everything will happen naturally. Its departure is like its arrival, without any signs.

Inspiration is as unpredictable as a car accident; and the day of finalization is like death, which comes suddenly, although there is a premonition.

When I wrote the last paragraph, I was listening to the original soundtrack of Pearl Harbor in my ears. Maybe it was because of the notes, or it was because of the words. When the scholar found out, his eyes were already in tears.

Now, the domestic bear is defecating in the toilet.In the opposite building, my hero prototype has fallen asleep.Knock on the toilet door, send a text message to my sister Yan, informing them that I have finished the manuscript.Jiaxiong said hello, but he didn't reply me. Check the time, it's almost the next day.Maybe sleep.

Wash and sleep.Today has today's end, tomorrow has tomorrow's——

Start.

☆、Short story of Xiaolu——"Little Bear Xiaolu" was written in 2001

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Xiaolu lives in a quiet town.

Xiaolu likes tranquility, and he also likes this town.The tranquility in the town is the kind of comfort away from the hustle and bustle. Anyone who has been in the city for a long time will quickly like this place, recuperate here, and forget all the troubles and sorrows of the world; the people in the town are the kind of desire Not very strong idle home, not as busy and difficult as rural people, nor as sharp and expansive as urban people.Although the flowers and grass in the town are artificially planted, they have grown crazy and are unrestrained, which is very similar to Xiaolu's character.

Xiaolu is a fat boy, the kind who can grow flesh just by breathing normally without drinking northwest wind.He likes others to call him fat, and likes to be called little fat pig. In his eyes, little pigs are the cutest animals. There are little pigs of various materials everywhere on the bedside and in the cabinet.

This little pig's world is left to him by his parents, who are on the other side of the town. When the child grows up, he wants to live independently, and his parents also depend on him.Xiaolu's ability is not bad, he can take care of himself, he cooks delicious food, washes his clothes in white and black, and folds them neatly.

It was almost noon, and the sun had already reached the center of the room. There was a bed in the center of the room, and the path was in the center of the bed.Xiaolu scratched his hot belly a few times and sat up with messy hair, taking a satisfied look at his chubby body in the mirror.

After taking care of himself, Xiaolu started to eat breakfast, a sandwich, milk and eggs, Xiaolu likes to eat Western style, because high calories can maintain weight.

Since it is a holiday, there is still plenty of time.When Xiaolu was full, he put on his pajamas, and came to the window sill with his bare feet, embracing the warm sun.The little sister of the opposite family has been staring at me, just look at it, beautiful things should be placed behind the glass for people to appreciate.

Xiaolu has no job to do during the holidays. According to his personality, he doesn’t like and is not suitable to work outside for others. Living for many days, this kind of life has created Xiaolu's temperament and the way he chooses life.

Xiaolu's choices are always different, for example, he doesn't want to change the fluorescent lights at home, he doesn't want to enjoy a flush toilet that he can sit on, and he doesn't want to choose a love with a single personality and gender.Xiaolu doesn't believe in love, because he firmly believes that no one can get his true feelings and heart, and for his partner, there is only liking, not so-called love.

Many girls like Xiaolu, his appearance, his voice, his temperament and the things in his mind.Most of the time, there are 6 girls in the class chasing Xiaolu at the same time, but Xiaolu can freely walk among the 6 of them without conflict or love.When they asked him for help, he always tried his best to do a good job, and when he was resting, in order not to answer their calls, he had to unplug the line.

He doesn't answer the phone, and doesn't open QQ. Xiaolu turns on the computer, only looks at the mailbox and the website, sees who has replied to his manuscript, and sees which girls say he likes his manuscript. enjoy.After reading the manuscript, Xiaolu turned off the machine and put on the clothes.Xiaolu only bought one set of clothes for each season, and he bought three pieces for each set. Others thought he didn't wash his clothes for three or four months in a row, and wondered why his clothes were always so clean.

In his pocket, Xiaolu always carries a pack of cigarettes in a flat tin box, and a ZIPPO lighter. Xiaolu doesn’t need lungs for smoking because he only has two lungs, so he can’t bear it.Light one, the smoke will travel in the throat, and then spit out mellowly, elegant and caring for the body, such a pack of cigarettes, Xiaolu can smoke for half a year.

The path crosses several roads dense with weeping willows, and comes to the old railway that no one has set foot in. The place becomes more and more quiet, and it is a good place for flirting, poetry and dating.

Standing beside the rusted switch, Xiaolu lit a cigarette, the smoke traveled through the mouthpiece, and then slowly exhaled.

After noticing the footsteps, a girl riding a bicycle came over there. Xiaolu looked over, threw the remaining cigarette butt under his feet and stamped it out, and took two breaths of fresh air with a slight fragrance of flowers.

The girl heard the car beside him, looked at his face, and said nothing, and he looked at her like that.

Xiaolu felt that he should speak first.

"Didn't you have something to tell me?"

"I'm afraid it's meaningless if I say it." The girl looked into his eyes and replied.

"Then why are you still telling me?"

philosophical question.

However, girls prefer to be more emotional, so she still said it, thinking she wanted to say it.

"I want to tell you that I like you." She was straightforward, her eyes full of courage.

Xiaolu was silent, like a page of diary in front of him in the middle of the night, thinking about how to write something on it.

"I want to marry you," she said again.

"I'm not married, I'm not suitable."

Men always like to start from issues of principle, which makes it difficult for girls to accept, she doesn't want him to be too rational.

"But you must have your own family, your own wife, we will be very happy together."

Xiaolu wanted to say that you don't have to have something to understand, but it's too polite to say so, so I didn't say it.

"I just want someone to be with me, but not my wife. At home, I just want to be alone," he said.

It was her turn to be speechless, and only responded with a faint smile.

"We're all too young, let's talk about this later." Xiaolu raised his head, watching a group of dense sparrows on the treetops jumping to another tree.

"Do you say that to every girl who likes you?" she asked, raising her eyes.

"That's right, that's what I said." His eyes flicked across her face and fell on the grass at his feet.

She stared at Xiaolu's body, and the clean and decent clothes were neatly put on him, looking very cute.Maybe he really doesn't need someone to take care of him, but only needs someone to accompany him. Such a person will only be his lover.

"Can I be your lover?"—she didn't say it, she buried her words in her heart, and just looked at him quietly. He was always so cute and lovable.

"We are really too young." She said, feeling a little soft in her heart, and stopped insisting.

"right."

He pushed her bicycle and walked in front. The grass on the path buried his ankles, and he walked very steadily.Her heart may not be excited, but it is warm. Looking at his strong back, so close, it is very warm.

At night, Xiaolu opened his diary and wrote down his youthful story when he was 20 years old.

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The reading room seems to be the most beautiful place in this university.

The air here is the freshest, outside the window is a locust tree with dense flowers and leaves, gently scratching the window, it is quiet, so that the most naughty children can learn to be quiet.The girls here are the most beautiful. They keep their small mouths closed, wear clean and elegant clothes, and flip through books gently in the slight north wind.

There is some kind of connection between a beautiful book in his hand and the acacia tree outside the window, Xiaolu has thought so for a long time.Gently rubbing the pages (leaves?), letting the serene paper woven with patterns emit a natural fragrance, is a kind of beauty to enjoy life.The annual rings and leaf veins of big trees record the sound of wind and rain in nature, and the books are full of love and loss between people and nature.

It's easy to be intoxicated by this state of mind.

Xiaolu likes to end his lazy class all morning, walk through the retrograde crowd to the campus supermarket to buy a hamburger, pick up a can of Coke, walk to the reading room with big trees to read, or smear and write something.Due to architectural reasons, the windows of the reading room always blow in the slight and clear north wind, which makes people refreshed and their eyes bright.

Since it was lunch time, there were almost no people in the reading room—otherwise there would not be many people here. Boys and girls prefer Internet cafes and shade trees, those bustling Internet cafes and remote shade trees where no one sets foot.

The acacia tree is so prosperous that the early summer sun cannot penetrate it as it pleases.However, the leaves are nascent, transparent, and petite. In the sun, in the wind, they playfully