Chapter 83 Section III 1

Now I finally understand that in Chang'an City, I can't be anyone else but Xue Song.Xue Song can't be someone else, it can only be me.My story begins with love and ends with perversion, so it's time for this story to end.At this time, the golden autumn in Chang'an city had passed, and black winds began to blow.The wind blew up the half-rotted leaves from the ground and pasted them everywhere like plasters, just like the plastic bags flying all over the streets in Beijing when the wind blows.There was a smell of a dump.I (or Xue Song) finally made up my mind to leave Chang'an and go to the south.

In the novel, the protagonist spends his life searching for the memory, and has not found it until the end of the novel.And it took me only one week to remember so many things, which makes me ashamed, the kind of memory that Modiano didn't write about must be so exciting, so I can't remember it with all my life.And my memory is disgusting, so I don't have to think about it, it just drills into my mind. For example, I have already remembered how I went to school and graduated.On the previous topic, I remembered how I was absent-mindedly "sitting in the lecture hall and listening to the teacher's lecture. The teacher said that there is no other way to learn history, but to memorize historical materials; the most important historical materials should be memorized in my mind. If you don’t want to write it down, you should write it on a card and keep it handy for future reference. That’s how he himself is—if students have any questions about the ancients, they can ask freely. While I was listening to the lecture, I thought of three outrageous words in my heart: “computer” , if the work of history is memory, no one can compare with this unrefined machine. As a historian, my head should be a monitor, and my hand should be a printer. In my chest, beating A microprocessor, just like the Pentium in the advertisement, gives the computer a galloping heart. Saying that I am a 586, is it putting money on my face? My stomach is a hard disk drive, and my belly button is a floppy disk drive I still have a lot of water, which can correspond to the computer parts one by one. After the correspondence is over, I have two more legs. If the computer also has legs, I will not be able to repair it. What is even more regrettable is that my computer still has two legs. I need to eat and shit. At this time, the teacher asked me to ask questions (as mentioned earlier, I can ask any questions about the ancients), and I said the last word that came to my mind: "How did the ancients eat shit?" .Then, the classmates laughed to death, and the teacher was angry. But this is a serious question. No one knows how the ancients did shit: whether it was standing, sitting, or doing this important work in a dance... ...If it is the last one, it will be like the swallows in the Wanshou Temple, squatting everywhere.

When it comes to graduation, it is a more terrifying thing.Offending a professor like me, it's a miracle to graduate.In addition, the department also wanted me to repeat a grade in order to exploit my labor force.Under such circumstances, the woman in white often came to my kennel-like dormitory to tutor my studies and brought a lot of historical materials for me to remember.All in all, I graduated solidly, but with a lot of shit stuffed into my memory.No wonder I'm so happy when I find out that I've lost my memory... According to this memory, the woman in white is my fellow disciple.No wonder I want to say: Xue Song's love with the little prostitute is a competition of skills between the same sect—so this is our business.Unfortunately, the woman in white graduated before me.In this way, it is not a competition between seniors and juniors, but a competition between seniors and juniors.This statement is very unfavorable to me, no wonder I don't want to remember my teacher.