Chapter 11 Section ten
I remember myself sitting in a classroom at night university for some years, university at night, my only hope in life.Earlier, my factory doctor sister once said that this is a life buoy for drowning people.Her words are reasonable, but she did not foresee the changes of the times. This chicken feather diploma was worthless when I was in the third year of university. It was depreciated from a life buoy to straw, and it sank rapidly with me, and the factory doctor sister had already left the country. , took her cruise to work on the Gold Coast.
In fact, I can’t remember what wise words she said. What I can think of is her body, which wraps around me like seaweed at night, and wraps around me like a rock during the day. All my promises to her are to keep me alive. In her bed, fooling around with her to death.She's soft, warm, has great sex skills, fucks, impresses me, and pretends to be full, motivated and funny.She doesn't know these secrets, but she knows that I am shy by nature, I don't like to tell the truth, and I just make weird comparisons.
After she left, I wrote her a letter, complaining that the current market is not good, and I can't find a job after studying at night.She didn't reply to my letter, probably afraid of being nagged by me, and then we broke off contact.In the days without her, I have to go to night university to go to school.This is an adult college run by Daicheng University. At that time, I was in the third grade and was about to graduate. I used my whole life to understand advanced mathematics, but when the teachers asked me to apply calculus to statistics, I'm like a nervous breakdown, not only can't, I can't even count money.Since then, when I went to buy cigarettes, I have never counted the change, and people can find me as much as they like.I'm number blind.
Ye Da is quite fun, and the teachers are very knowledgeable.I also understand them, think about it, facing a classroom full of workers, salespersons, gardeners, bus conductors, what's the point?The most respectable person in our class is a bank clerk. After graduating from technical secondary school, he joined the savings bank through his family's relationship, and then planned to get a junior college diploma.He earns a lot, wears a suit to work and school every day, and wears glasses with gold rims, but the teachers don't like him very much, because the copy machine of this shabby person always beeps during class.There is no such thing as a copying machine now, but it was fashionable at that time. Many female students who were salespersons fell in love with him, and they would copy him every now and then, as if teasing his key parts.
Except for this one, the rest of the boys are very poor.I have a good friend who is a gardener. He is in charge of landscaping in the hospital. This job is not easy, and he has to deal with fertilizers. From time to time, he will emit some suspicious smells.But he was very optimistic, and even pursued a female classmate at the cosmetics counter, but unfortunately he didn't catch up, because people thought he smelled bad.One day he said that after hard work (gifts and hard work), he is no longer a gardener, but charges in the hospital.I went to see him, and found that he was in a small room next to the laboratory, responsible for billing, still very close to the excrement and urine, and he was not allowed to wear a mask.When I say this, I don't mean to discriminate against him at all, but I am a little sorry.
After the factory doctor's sister ran away, my motivation was exhausted and I didn't want to study anymore.A teacher advised me that even if I have a diploma, the tuition fee is rising every year, and it should be regarded as resisting inflation.Ye University diploma is like an expired boat ticket. The giant ship of the times is about to set sail. I struggled, scrambling, crying and running to board the ship. If I miss work, I will have to stay on the pier for the rest of my life. La.
At that time, the quality of the population was explosively improved, undergraduate graduates could not find a job, and the pheasant university at night was equivalent to a lady who went to work at night, which was extremely discriminated against by society.When I was a teenager, the society was underdeveloped, and I didn’t receive much education. High school students were already average.My statistics teacher said, don’t be complacent just because of the average value. Society is pyramid-shaped, and this tower is like a pool of melted syrup. The top of the tower is getting thinner and the bottom is getting softer. It means you are at the bottom of society.I said: Do college students look like migrant workers?The statistics teacher said: That's right.
I remember the factory doctor sister said before leaving: In the days to come, you have to guess correctly.I have never understood this, what to guess, how to guess.Later, after going through a long time, long enough to end the first half of my life, I vaguely understood that "guessing" is a way of life, and "guessing correctly" is a kind of living ability.If I become a metaphysician, then I don't have to guess anything, everything can be the right answer, but I could easily die in the street doing so.The factory doctor sister has no expectations for my future, but only hopes that I will be positive, live a longer life, and have better luck in gambling.
1996 was a relatively desolate year for me, but I don't want to use the cliché of desolation. To be more specific, I have no job, no money, no woman, and I don't know if I can get a diploma. Because I failed too many subjects, it almost made me worry to death.Later, my gardener classmate said, don’t be afraid, this is a self-funded pheasant university. If you don’t get a diploma, throw all the teachers into the saccharine pot. "But I've quit my job," I said. The gardener told the truth: "Ye University's diploma is originally intended to deceive the idiots of state-owned enterprises. Whether you want to go to a foreign company or a private company, you have to have some real skills. Have you learned accounting?" of course not. The class that bothers me the most is statistics. There are basically no Chinese characters in the textbooks, and they are all numbers and tables. My pupils dilate and I want to die.The statistics teacher is a handsome forty-year-old guy, he is very high-spirited and speaks viciously.Once I was late, he pointed at me and said, "Lu Xiaolu, you should go to Yeda." I scratched my head and said that I went to Yeda.The statistics teacher shook off his burden lightly: "I'm talking about the university in the middle of the night." This year I maintained a rough image, my beard was not shaved, and it grew to more than half an inch long, and my hair was not cut, and gradually became shoulder length.Due to long-term smoking of low-quality cigarettes, my teeth have become like my father's, covered with a layer of tar, which cannot be removed by brushing.I was still wearing the prince trousers that were popular in 1992. This style has been eliminated, and it is only worn by migrant workers.Sometimes I wear the fur collar fur trench coat that my sister from the factory doctor gave me. It is worth more than a thousand and the material is very good, but because my mother keeps it too much, she puts it together with moth balls. The naphthalene balls came into contact, and the fur on the collar (I don't know if it was dog fur or fox fur) fell off layer by layer, like dandelions when the wind blows.There is something wrong with the design of this dress. The fur collar cannot be removed. At first I thought it was good and elegant, but now I am in big trouble.In winter, when I appeared in the classroom, all the girls avoided me, saying that the wool was sticking to their clothes. I advised them to wear less acrylic sweaters because they would cause static electricity.I thought to myself, either you guys are wearing acrylic bras, and I can't see them. Whenever I was in class, I shrank in the corner, near the back door of the classroom, alone.My gardener classmate is a kind person, he prefers to sit next to me, which caused a lot of criticism, mainly against me, they said that I just love to smell the smell of the gardener.In winter, all the narrow and sharp cold wind like a knife pours in through the gap of the back door.I turned up the fur collar of my fur coat and continued to enjoy the cold wind.I do not mind. I suffer from a cough, which can't be cured for a long time, and I often cough until it gets dark.It doesn't matter at home, but it will affect other people's lectures at school.I also like to sit in the back and enjoy the cold wind, so a girl said that I have tuberculosis. This kind of patient loves to cough, and the body is hot. At minus two degrees, you can go naked in the wild.I went to see a doctor, the doctor said I was not seriously ill, and then prescribed more than two hundred yuan of medicine, most of which were useless, only one kind of medicine would temporarily relieve my cough, and the side effects were drowsiness, agitation, and an unfriendly I can pick up a kitchen knife and cut people with my eyes (it was the cough medicine sold in the disco later).It was terrible. I felt like I was seventeen years old, and I was fighting people on the street because of trivial things.In fact, I am not what I was back then. I am gentle and polite, I don’t care about everything, and I am full of guilt for something in the void.For this reason, I only dared to take this medicine before going to bed, and all my dreams were murder and arson. This winter I met an acquaintance, her name is Baozhu, she was my classmate in kindergarten.I don't remember her at all, but she remembers me.She came to Yeda, sat next to me, and didn't speak.This caused a little commotion, because no one knew her, and everyone knew the power of my fur collar.I glanced at her. It was very cold, and I was wearing two sweaters, one with a turtleneck and one with a cardigan.I felt guilty when I saw someone in a sweater, and I glanced at her again, and I was basically sure that she was a poor girl. All the clothes inside and out were probably made of acrylic, and the animal hair on my windbreaker was stuck.Later, the gardener said, let alone your hair, your beard and hair were all attracted by the static electricity on her body.I thought to myself, if I sit like this again, my windbreaker will be completely bald.After class, she turned her head slowly, stared at me covered in fur, and said sharply, "Lu Xiaolu, do you still know me?" She said she was my kindergarten classmate.I can’t even remember. I went to several kindergartens. The latest one was the preparatory class attached to the primary school. In 1998, I sat there learning pinyin and led a group of boys to attack the Kuomintang’s fortress. I still remember some The Kuomintang soldiers made of cardboard stood in the yard, and all of them were crooked melons and dates.All I had to do was shoot them with a toy gun and pretend they fought back, and the comrades won and the cardboard fell to the ground.At that time, the girls held toy syringes and pretended to be nurses to rescue the wounded.This impression was very deep. Every time we won a battle, we would go back and be touched by girls a few times. There was a girl who loved me very much and only gave me an injection. I missed her very much.But Baozhu said, "It's not that kindergarten." The kindergarten in the past was relatively shabby. At that time, my family was still living in the old city, and the kindergarten was in an alley. It was a shrine-style house, and it was full of children on the street.There is a very fierce aunt who takes care of us. She likes to lock the children in the cabinet. Those who are disobedient and those who cry are locked.I also tasted that taste, and after only staying for half a month, I couldn't make a fuss.Once, a girl was locked in a cabinet with me. She was very scared. I told her a story all afternoon. None of them had ghosts or ghosts. They were all little rabbits and little turtles.She loves me very much.But Baozhu said, "It wasn't that kindergarten either." I said I remembered that the girl slipped out of the kindergarten, fell into a well, and drowned. Longer ago, it was the kindergarten of my father's school.It was 1979, my father was transferred to a middle school to teach chemistry (some people still call my father Mr. Lu because of this fault), and I settled there by the way.I still have a remnant impression of that kindergarten when I was six years old. It is a classroom built with red bricks, and there is a large maple forest outside. In autumn, the leaves are all red.The world is red, the ground is covered with rubble, and the weather is cool and lonely.I don't remember meeting anyone there.Baozhu said, "Think again." I remember a scene. When I first went to that kindergarten, there was a boy who took the lead, probably the so-called student bully later. He stood far away from me for no reason and stared at me, which was a sign of isolation.He said, no one should play with Lu Xiaolu.So all the kids stood over him and stared at me.I sat there like an idiot feeling overwhelmed thinking they represented a huge amount of power and there was only one girl sitting next to me who said "I'll play with you." Too bad I can't remember her later What have you been playing with me. Baozhu said: "As expected, you still remember me, I am that girl." I said, "What happened next?" Baozhu said a little embarrassedly: "It didn't go well after that. I left Daicheng with my mother and went to another city. I always remember you." I said, "No. I remember the boy said to her, come here too. Then she went too. I was alone." Baozhu said: "You remember wrongly. The one who was called was the second-to-last girl. The last girl didn't go. She was sitting next to you all the time—she was me." I said, "I don't remember a girl at the end." Baozhu said: "You idiot, your memory is too bad." In full view of everyone, she jumped up and gave me a kick, and left angrily.The Yeda students didn't know why, they all laughed, saying that your animal hair pissed off this girl.I sat there, holding my head through the second class, remembering my non-existent childhood. A few days later, it was another statistics class, and Baozhu came again and sat beside me.She was wearing a thin cotton trench coat, and I was wearing a jacket, and we managed to get along just fine.I said how did you find me.Baozhu pointed to the statistics teacher, and said: "I was studying economics and management at Daicheng University. I was helping the teacher to grade the papers. I saw your name. You didn't learn anything at all. You basically handed in blank papers. You are so stupid." It’s gone.” I said that my foundation was poor, I went to a technical school, and then went to work as a coolie in a factory, so I’m not bad to be able to make it to this day.Baozhu said: "No matter how stupid you are, you should be able to cheat. How can you hand in a blank paper?" I said, "Why are you still in college? All the undergraduates in my class have graduated." Baozhu said, "When I was in high school, I stayed at home for a year because of depression. If I didn't have this disease, I would have been admitted to Fudan University. Why don’t you stay here and suffer?” I said, “You don’t look depressed at all now.” Baozhu said, “Not necessarily, you’ll be scared to death if you get sick.” I said to Baozhu, it is very good, I am also lonely, we can play together.But she sneered, telling me not to be too self-righteous, what she likes is the old handsome guy's statistics teacher, and she came to Ye University mainly to see him, and by the way, to see the idiot Lu Xiaolu.This fucking embarrasses me a bit, she's an idiot when I say nothing, and all the self-esteem of a man is ruined by her.Besides, although the old handsome guy is good-looking, he can't look at it day and night.Kindergarten students like this don't matter.She ignored me and looked at the podium very intently, almost intoxicated.After a while, I felt that my foot was stepped on by her. I looked down and found that it was a high-heeled shoe with tight jeans on top, which made a nice calf, but the stone grinding pattern of the jeans made the legs look ugly. It looks a bit cheap.I didn't move, I looked up at her face, she was still staring at the statistics teacher from a distance.I think you are trying to seduce me?Among the seductions I have experienced, there are flaming red lips, icy muscles and fine bones, but this is the first time I have stepped on my feet with high heels, and it is quite innovative.She didn't notice me.I was a little uncertain, and finally I moved my foot a little bit. She was surprised that she had stepped on the wrong place, and quickly put it back.I was wearing fake old man's leather shoes, and her sharp heel had made a dent in the upper. After class, I took off my shoes to check, but she didn't leave, she sat beside me panting.I said, "You don't often wear high heels, do you? How can you step on my feet without feeling it?" She said, "Don't spread your legs so wide in class." I said, "I always do that." Baozhu laughed Said: "You forget that you are in the kindergarten and live with your legs between your legs." I thought to myself, it's his elder sister's fault, I have a bad memory, so I'm going to buckle my shit. While she was away, I asked the statistics teacher. She was indeed an undergraduate, and she was about to graduate from the fourth grade.The statistics teacher is married, and her child is six years old. It seems that her infatuation will not end well.When I recalled her seventeen years ago, it was blank and I could not remember at all, but she seemed to be able to remember everything, which obviously easily led to depression.Seventeen years later, she was quite beautiful, with big eyes, a fox nose, and thick eyebrows.Of course, she has flaws: the hair on her upper lip is slightly thicker.At first, I thought this was not a problem. The master in my factory told me that it is normal for women to grow beards, and they are very healthy. Foreign women have beards, and it is scary to grow chest hair.Later, I felt that it might be her sore foot, so I don't need to talk about it. I kind of annoy her.One day, a classmate Gardener came over and said to me, "Is that girl who sits with you all the time your girlfriend?" I said, "How can I have a girlfriend with a beard?" The gardener said that the beard is not a problem, and the endocrine disorder will be fine after marriage.It's actually about sex.Then he said shyly, since she is not my girlfriend, then he seems to like her a little bit.I immediately refused, saying that this is my childhood sweetheart, how can I let you get involved, you should go and like the salesperson at the cosmetics counter.Just blast him away.In the days that followed, whenever there were statistics courses, Baozhu always came and sat by my side.I assumed she fell in love with the statistics teacher, but one day in the industrial accounting class, Baozhu also came. The industrial accounting teacher is a bad old man who often forgets to zip his pants in winter.I said to Baozhu: "You have changed your target. Did you come to see the old man's cotton wool pants?" Baozhu smiled reservedly and said, "I'm going to be on winter vacation soon, and I'm here to see you, Lu Xiaolu." Then, it snowed heavily.
1996 was a relatively desolate year for me, but I don't want to use the cliché of desolation. To be more specific, I have no job, no money, no woman, and I don't know if I can get a diploma. Because I failed too many subjects, it almost made me worry to death.Later, my gardener classmate said, don’t be afraid, this is a self-funded pheasant university. If you don’t get a diploma, throw all the teachers into the saccharine pot. "But I've quit my job," I said. The gardener told the truth: "Ye University's diploma is originally intended to deceive the idiots of state-owned enterprises. Whether you want to go to a foreign company or a private company, you have to have some real skills. Have you learned accounting?" of course not. The class that bothers me the most is statistics. There are basically no Chinese characters in the textbooks, and they are all numbers and tables. My pupils dilate and I want to die.The statistics teacher is a handsome forty-year-old guy, he is very high-spirited and speaks viciously.Once I was late, he pointed at me and said, "Lu Xiaolu, you should go to Yeda." I scratched my head and said that I went to Yeda.The statistics teacher shook off his burden lightly: "I'm talking about the university in the middle of the night." This year I maintained a rough image, my beard was not shaved, and it grew to more than half an inch long, and my hair was not cut, and gradually became shoulder length.Due to long-term smoking of low-quality cigarettes, my teeth have become like my father's, covered with a layer of tar, which cannot be removed by brushing.I was still wearing the prince trousers that were popular in 1992. This style has been eliminated, and it is only worn by migrant workers.Sometimes I wear the fur collar fur trench coat that my sister from the factory doctor gave me. It is worth more than a thousand and the material is very good, but because my mother keeps it too much, she puts it together with moth balls. The naphthalene balls came into contact, and the fur on the collar (I don't know if it was dog fur or fox fur) fell off layer by layer, like dandelions when the wind blows.There is something wrong with the design of this dress. The fur collar cannot be removed. At first I thought it was good and elegant, but now I am in big trouble.In winter, when I appeared in the classroom, all the girls avoided me, saying that the wool was sticking to their clothes. I advised them to wear less acrylic sweaters because they would cause static electricity.I thought to myself, either you guys are wearing acrylic bras, and I can't see them. Whenever I was in class, I shrank in the corner, near the back door of the classroom, alone.My gardener classmate is a kind person, he prefers to sit next to me, which caused a lot of criticism, mainly against me, they said that I just love to smell the smell of the gardener.In winter, all the narrow and sharp cold wind like a knife pours in through the gap of the back door.I turned up the fur collar of my fur coat and continued to enjoy the cold wind.I do not mind. I suffer from a cough, which can't be cured for a long time, and I often cough until it gets dark.It doesn't matter at home, but it will affect other people's lectures at school.I also like to sit in the back and enjoy the cold wind, so a girl said that I have tuberculosis. This kind of patient loves to cough, and the body is hot. At minus two degrees, you can go naked in the wild.I went to see a doctor, the doctor said I was not seriously ill, and then prescribed more than two hundred yuan of medicine, most of which were useless, only one kind of medicine would temporarily relieve my cough, and the side effects were drowsiness, agitation, and an unfriendly I can pick up a kitchen knife and cut people with my eyes (it was the cough medicine sold in the disco later).It was terrible. I felt like I was seventeen years old, and I was fighting people on the street because of trivial things.In fact, I am not what I was back then. I am gentle and polite, I don’t care about everything, and I am full of guilt for something in the void.For this reason, I only dared to take this medicine before going to bed, and all my dreams were murder and arson. This winter I met an acquaintance, her name is Baozhu, she was my classmate in kindergarten.I don't remember her at all, but she remembers me.She came to Yeda, sat next to me, and didn't speak.This caused a little commotion, because no one knew her, and everyone knew the power of my fur collar.I glanced at her. It was very cold, and I was wearing two sweaters, one with a turtleneck and one with a cardigan.I felt guilty when I saw someone in a sweater, and I glanced at her again, and I was basically sure that she was a poor girl. All the clothes inside and out were probably made of acrylic, and the animal hair on my windbreaker was stuck.Later, the gardener said, let alone your hair, your beard and hair were all attracted by the static electricity on her body.I thought to myself, if I sit like this again, my windbreaker will be completely bald.After class, she turned her head slowly, stared at me covered in fur, and said sharply, "Lu Xiaolu, do you still know me?" She said she was my kindergarten classmate.I can’t even remember. I went to several kindergartens. The latest one was the preparatory class attached to the primary school. In 1998, I sat there learning pinyin and led a group of boys to attack the Kuomintang’s fortress. I still remember some The Kuomintang soldiers made of cardboard stood in the yard, and all of them were crooked melons and dates.All I had to do was shoot them with a toy gun and pretend they fought back, and the comrades won and the cardboard fell to the ground.At that time, the girls held toy syringes and pretended to be nurses to rescue the wounded.This impression was very deep. Every time we won a battle, we would go back and be touched by girls a few times. There was a girl who loved me very much and only gave me an injection. I missed her very much.But Baozhu said, "It's not that kindergarten." The kindergarten in the past was relatively shabby. At that time, my family was still living in the old city, and the kindergarten was in an alley. It was a shrine-style house, and it was full of children on the street.There is a very fierce aunt who takes care of us. She likes to lock the children in the cabinet. Those who are disobedient and those who cry are locked.I also tasted that taste, and after only staying for half a month, I couldn't make a fuss.Once, a girl was locked in a cabinet with me. She was very scared. I told her a story all afternoon. None of them had ghosts or ghosts. They were all little rabbits and little turtles.She loves me very much.But Baozhu said, "It wasn't that kindergarten either." I said I remembered that the girl slipped out of the kindergarten, fell into a well, and drowned. Longer ago, it was the kindergarten of my father's school.It was 1979, my father was transferred to a middle school to teach chemistry (some people still call my father Mr. Lu because of this fault), and I settled there by the way.I still have a remnant impression of that kindergarten when I was six years old. It is a classroom built with red bricks, and there is a large maple forest outside. In autumn, the leaves are all red.The world is red, the ground is covered with rubble, and the weather is cool and lonely.I don't remember meeting anyone there.Baozhu said, "Think again." I remember a scene. When I first went to that kindergarten, there was a boy who took the lead, probably the so-called student bully later. He stood far away from me for no reason and stared at me, which was a sign of isolation.He said, no one should play with Lu Xiaolu.So all the kids stood over him and stared at me.I sat there like an idiot feeling overwhelmed thinking they represented a huge amount of power and there was only one girl sitting next to me who said "I'll play with you." Too bad I can't remember her later What have you been playing with me. Baozhu said: "As expected, you still remember me, I am that girl." I said, "What happened next?" Baozhu said a little embarrassedly: "It didn't go well after that. I left Daicheng with my mother and went to another city. I always remember you." I said, "No. I remember the boy said to her, come here too. Then she went too. I was alone." Baozhu said: "You remember wrongly. The one who was called was the second-to-last girl. The last girl didn't go. She was sitting next to you all the time—she was me." I said, "I don't remember a girl at the end." Baozhu said: "You idiot, your memory is too bad." In full view of everyone, she jumped up and gave me a kick, and left angrily.The Yeda students didn't know why, they all laughed, saying that your animal hair pissed off this girl.I sat there, holding my head through the second class, remembering my non-existent childhood. A few days later, it was another statistics class, and Baozhu came again and sat beside me.She was wearing a thin cotton trench coat, and I was wearing a jacket, and we managed to get along just fine.I said how did you find me.Baozhu pointed to the statistics teacher, and said: "I was studying economics and management at Daicheng University. I was helping the teacher to grade the papers. I saw your name. You didn't learn anything at all. You basically handed in blank papers. You are so stupid." It’s gone.” I said that my foundation was poor, I went to a technical school, and then went to work as a coolie in a factory, so I’m not bad to be able to make it to this day.Baozhu said: "No matter how stupid you are, you should be able to cheat. How can you hand in a blank paper?" I said, "Why are you still in college? All the undergraduates in my class have graduated." Baozhu said, "When I was in high school, I stayed at home for a year because of depression. If I didn't have this disease, I would have been admitted to Fudan University. Why don’t you stay here and suffer?” I said, “You don’t look depressed at all now.” Baozhu said, “Not necessarily, you’ll be scared to death if you get sick.” I said to Baozhu, it is very good, I am also lonely, we can play together.But she sneered, telling me not to be too self-righteous, what she likes is the old handsome guy's statistics teacher, and she came to Ye University mainly to see him, and by the way, to see the idiot Lu Xiaolu.This fucking embarrasses me a bit, she's an idiot when I say nothing, and all the self-esteem of a man is ruined by her.Besides, although the old handsome guy is good-looking, he can't look at it day and night.Kindergarten students like this don't matter.She ignored me and looked at the podium very intently, almost intoxicated.After a while, I felt that my foot was stepped on by her. I looked down and found that it was a high-heeled shoe with tight jeans on top, which made a nice calf, but the stone grinding pattern of the jeans made the legs look ugly. It looks a bit cheap.I didn't move, I looked up at her face, she was still staring at the statistics teacher from a distance.I think you are trying to seduce me?Among the seductions I have experienced, there are flaming red lips, icy muscles and fine bones, but this is the first time I have stepped on my feet with high heels, and it is quite innovative.She didn't notice me.I was a little uncertain, and finally I moved my foot a little bit. She was surprised that she had stepped on the wrong place, and quickly put it back.I was wearing fake old man's leather shoes, and her sharp heel had made a dent in the upper. After class, I took off my shoes to check, but she didn't leave, she sat beside me panting.I said, "You don't often wear high heels, do you? How can you step on my feet without feeling it?" She said, "Don't spread your legs so wide in class." I said, "I always do that." Baozhu laughed Said: "You forget that you are in the kindergarten and live with your legs between your legs." I thought to myself, it's his elder sister's fault, I have a bad memory, so I'm going to buckle my shit. While she was away, I asked the statistics teacher. She was indeed an undergraduate, and she was about to graduate from the fourth grade.The statistics teacher is married, and her child is six years old. It seems that her infatuation will not end well.When I recalled her seventeen years ago, it was blank and I could not remember at all, but she seemed to be able to remember everything, which obviously easily led to depression.Seventeen years later, she was quite beautiful, with big eyes, a fox nose, and thick eyebrows.Of course, she has flaws: the hair on her upper lip is slightly thicker.At first, I thought this was not a problem. The master in my factory told me that it is normal for women to grow beards, and they are very healthy. Foreign women have beards, and it is scary to grow chest hair.Later, I felt that it might be her sore foot, so I don't need to talk about it. I kind of annoy her.One day, a classmate Gardener came over and said to me, "Is that girl who sits with you all the time your girlfriend?" I said, "How can I have a girlfriend with a beard?" The gardener said that the beard is not a problem, and the endocrine disorder will be fine after marriage.It's actually about sex.Then he said shyly, since she is not my girlfriend, then he seems to like her a little bit.I immediately refused, saying that this is my childhood sweetheart, how can I let you get involved, you should go and like the salesperson at the cosmetics counter.Just blast him away.In the days that followed, whenever there were statistics courses, Baozhu always came and sat by my side.I assumed she fell in love with the statistics teacher, but one day in the industrial accounting class, Baozhu also came. The industrial accounting teacher is a bad old man who often forgets to zip his pants in winter.I said to Baozhu: "You have changed your target. Did you come to see the old man's cotton wool pants?" Baozhu smiled reservedly and said, "I'm going to be on winter vacation soon, and I'm here to see you, Lu Xiaolu." Then, it snowed heavily.