Chapter 29 halo

I have heard people say that I am indifferent, proud, and domineering more than once. Is this their prejudice?Or do I not know myself very well?Have I already made many enemies?I don't know, I only know that I have some friends, I only know that there are many people around me who think that I am not indifferent, not proud, and not domineering - Ju Ru is one of them. I knew Ju Rushi in the freshman training four years ago. She dragged two long braids and wore a plaid skirt. Lol, I especially like her chubby figure, which makes people feel comfortable. Soon after school started, the girls got to know each other naturally. After lunch, we always sat in the bamboo forest and chatted. Once we talked about our nickname, she said: "I was called Xiaopang when I was in elementary school. I thought I could change it, but someone called me Xiaopang again, and when I entered high school, I would still be called Xiaopang."

"Then, let's follow the Chaojiu system!" Everyone decided excitedly. At that time, there were ten girls in the class, and I often liked to evaluate them carefully in secret. She was always procrastinating and lazy, as if she would give her a headache for ten days if she was to be groomed. She was never pretentious, never trying to make herself more feminine.However, I finally decided that she is the most beautiful.Her face is always engraved with a natural and reserved beauty. The straight nose bridge and sharp-edged lips are something I have never found on other faces—even if there is, it is impossible to match. Be as clever as she is.She also wore a pair of glasses, looking refined and beautiful.I often think, if I have half of her beauty, if I have half of her cuteness, how wonderful it would be!

In fact, besides the beauty of her appearance, there are many more attractive things about her. I have never seen a person who is as pleasant and pleasing as her.No one has ever had such an amazing memory as hers—she was able to memorize "On Guo Qin" within 40 minutes—that is something I still can't catch after two nights of hard work. Besides, every time I think of her , I can't help but miss her sense of humor.And I feel that God has allowed some people to get more things. He must be afraid that those good qualities will be ruined if they flow into the hands of others.I have always believed that Xiaopang has excellent talents because she deserves it.I am also sure that it is because of her kindness that we are good friends, not because of me.

At that time, she was No. 6 and I was No. 7. Our seats were so close to each other. Gradually, our emotions became closer to each other. At that time, there was no dormitory, and we all brought lunch boxes, often until eleven o’clock. Zhong couldn't help but want to take some to satisfy her hunger, but her appetite is extremely small, and she always begged me to eat a piece of stewed egg or a few pieces of dried tofu for her. I am very glad that I have always had a good appetite and can always accept Her kind gift.Sometimes she also tastes the fish slices or vegetarian chicken in my bento box. We jokingly call each other "drink and meat friends", which often confuses outsiders.Her family lives in Taichung, and every time she returns home, she always brings back a box of pineapple cakes for everyone to enjoy. Because I am her "drinking and meat friend", I always get a few dollars more than others.

The two of us have a common problem, that is, we are too sensitive. Every time the professor has not told half of the joke, our pens can't help bursting out. Fortunately, we always laugh together, so we don't get caught The eyes are monsters.Two years later, our seats were separated, and every time I wanted to laugh, I had to stop it, and the two of us exchanged winks from a distance. We don't work hard, and we lose the concept of time as soon as we chat. Sometimes it's very interesting for the two of us to look at each other after we finish talking.Once, after reading Li Bai's poems, they joked with each other, "I never tire of looking at each other, only Jingting Mountain".Later, we went to see a professor together, and the professor said to her: "If Xiaofeng is a boy, you are very suitable to marry her."

"I've always been content with being a girl." I said to the professor, "But if I'm a boy and can marry such a wife, I'd be really looking forward to it." Of course, I have never become a man, but our friendship is still going on peacefully. In that state, I am always confident that it is no less than love. Who can say that the clarified lake is not as good as the surging ocean? Who can say that the fragrant slices of Qingli are not as good as the strong coffee? She often does a lot of very free and easy things, which is a bit chivalrous, which makes us surprised and funny, but we have to admire her ghostly brains-I just like this style, just like I like to read some ups and downs. It's the same as the ancient prose.

Once, it was winter, not long after she moved into the dormitory, she came back from outside that night and walked into my dormitory. I rarely saw her so beautiful, with a silk scarf on her head and a cream-colored dress on her body. A windbreaker, and a pair of two and a half inch high heels under his feet. "Going on a date? It's rare to be dressed like this." "Go get red bean soup," she handed me the case. "There are a few hungry people living in our dormitory, so I had to go buy something to help the disaster." "Then why do you have to be so fancy?"

"Are you dressed up?" She laughed loudly, and took the silk scarf and windbreaker. Immediately, the entire dormitory collapsed with laughter. It turned out that the silk scarf was wrapped with her curly hair, and inside the windbreaker was a pair of pajamas— —The trouser legs are rolled up. Of course, she doesn't often play jokes, but because she always keeps a strict track, she is even more mischievous.I liked talking to her about solemnity, and it made me feel that she was my teacher and my friend at the same time. I will never forget that night, she sat on the edge of my bed, and as the night wore on, our conversation deepened:

"There was only one time when I was moved to tears by a story. It was told to me by my sister, and I couldn't control it at all that day." Her voice was very low, as if it came directly from the heart - without going through the throat and tongue. "Tell me that story!" "I want to tell you." She looked at me with deep eyes, "My sister has a classmate, a very good girl, she is studying and doing things at the same time, her mother is an ignorant person, their whole family It was almost all supported by her. Later, when she passed the examination to study in the United States and went out to say goodbye, her mother always followed her. When her daughter talked with others, she always looked at her blankly with almost reverence. Until the day when she got on the boat, she sent her daughter to the boat. When the siren sounded, the woman suddenly shook her arms and cried, "Do you remember what mother told you..."

For some reason, I couldn't help crying. "What's the matter with you?" she asked me, but she was wiping her own eyes too. "I can't help it, it's strange, I can't help such a flat story." We wept relatively in the dark, and then we felt very shy about our vulnerability. We told this story to several other classmates, but they didn't seem to be moved. The week before the graduation exam is the period when we work the hardest. The two of us often drive the night train together, but most of the time we are as sleepy as drunks and go back to the dormitory to sleep after twelve o'clock.After the graduation exam, we were busy with the outfits for various ceremonies. Every day, I would try on clothes for her, or she would try on shoes for me. It’s just a beautiful white cheongsam, just exquisite shawls and gloves, just dazzling earrings and necklaces, just novel shoes and purses, how can they see our sadness, sadness, loss and confusion in our hearts.

I remember that it was the night before the graduation ceremony, everything that should be done was done, and the lights in the dormitory were also turned off. I sat on her upper bunk, and the two of us didn't feel sleepy at all. "I always feel like we've just gotten to know each other." She said, "We're about to break up." I dared not answer, for fear of taking the conversation into a more bleak tone.But our silence is still desolate.Alas, is the "fate" between people so thin? The next morning she was groomed beautifully. In fact, her weight plummeted after the second grade. Many students in the later period did not know why she was called chubby. Her inner beauty set off the beauty of her appearance, making her look It's amazing.That day, she walked onto the stage amidst applause to accept diplomas on behalf of the graduates of the whole department. If it was not limited to the order in the venue, I think I would jump up and hold her hand to congratulate her on her excellent academic performance.But after thinking about it, I feel that it is not at the moment of graduation that I should congratulate her, but every day in the four years-because she is a soldier who wins every day, and what I congratulate her is not only Academic success——even her success in dealing with others. After graduation, I often corresponded with her. I called her "Ju Ru Nv Shi", and she also called me by my nickname, and added "word length". I had the same fun in correspondence as in talking with her, and she always knew how to use it. Life is easy and pleasant for yourself and others.Soon, she found a very ideal job, close to home, good pay, I believe she will do very well.In fact, it is not so much that she was lucky to get the job as that she was lucky to get the job. She is a natural pinch of salt, which can make the whole environment tasteful.Later, my job was also fixed, and I stayed at the original school to serve. I was very excited to tell the three friends I knew best—Xiaopang was one of them We're all starting to live in the office, and I'm terrified and intimidated, not knowing what to do.I have always regretted that she only lived in the dormitory for one year, otherwise I would have acquired a little more beautiful virtue from her, making my life fuller and more mature.But now, I feel like a country mouse suddenly running into the city, dazzled by red lights, green lights, zebra reds, and checkerboard streets, and I just keep writing to her, hoping she will give me some guidance. Dan came to my bedroom one night. "I heard someone talking about you tonight." "Oh?" "There's something wrong!" "Really?" I put down my pen. "They said, you're very proud," she said a little excitedly, "They also said that you are very cruel to people, you don't show favoritism at all, and you always speak in a vicious way. Is it true?" "Do you think it's true?" "They said that they saw you with a sweater draped over your shoulders - not like a Chinese learner." "They also said that a certain article was written by you - it was only derogatory." "Oh? I didn't know I had written it myself?" "They also said that you seem to be very good at using your wrists, and all your achievements are obtained by using your tricks..." I didn't react, and I was a little surprised at how calm I was. "I know my way myself," I said to Dan. "Whether I'm on the right way or the wrong way is for everyone to see. I have peace of mind. I don't intend to know who it is, and I don't want to argue with them." "Are you really not angry?" Dan finally exclaimed, "I'm still angry for you. Let me tell you. They also said that you wrote to Fatty as soon as you got the job. They said you did it on purpose." Show her off, show her off..." "What, why do they think so meanly?" This time I was angry, I can bear others' slander to me, but why should they ruin our friendship?I am an impatient person, and the next day I wrote a letter to tell my esteemed friend, and when I put the letter into the mailbox, a professor's words sounded in my empty heart.He said: "In today's generation, how can we have no relatives? We are enemies!" I will always remember the old and desolate meaning in his eyes, but at this moment, although I am not old, I am Already infected with that bleakness.During those few days, I waited for her reply in anxiety and pain.Her letter came back soon, and I read it in the cold bedroom. The wind and rain knocked on the glass very loudly, but I seemed to hear her kind and warm voice, which came from the wind and rain, and overwhelmed it : Xiaofeng: Last time I wrote to ask me about my experience in reading and being a human being. I thought about it for a long time. I seldom read books recently, and it seems that I have no experience at all.When it comes to being a human being, I have to change my previous prejudice against reading headaches.Indeed, we used to naively think that reading is the most painful thing in the world, but now that we are new to society, we have been involved in the circle of right and wrong for no reason. I have enough tolerance for these things. As you said, Since ancient times, who can not be slandered, as for the gossip that others said about you and me, I still learned from you, I hope we will ignore it and let it run its course! We know each other well, we know each other well, our friendship has already laid a solid foundation on the bento four years ago (laughs), how can we let Xiao Xiao's slander ruin it once, don't be annoyed by it anymore. When you make a trip to Taichung, you must prepare sesame oil chicken for people from afar... I lowered my head, there seemed to be a thousand complex emotions to express in my heart, but it seemed that I no longer had a tiring thought, ah, why did I underestimate her friendship so much?Let everyone misunderstand me, she knows me, what else do I need?She knows me!I feel a kind of sweetness, a kind of pride, a kind of peaceful self-sufficiency. Even lowering my head, I saw the butterfly brooch she gave me, buttoned on the lapel, and my heart couldn't help but beat with joy.In fact, her friendship itself is the most beautiful gift, it will always cover my head, like the halos worn on the heads of saints in ancient centuries, and like Saturn in the dark winter moon night The halo around me, ah, chubby, chubby, how I look forward to turning into a butterfly in my sleep, to visit my long-lost old friend in such a stormy night.