Chapter 2 confused

I decided to call the male and female protagonists in the story Yishu and Kexue respectively. Yishu studies science; Ke Xue studies art. And what about the location and scene where they first met? Just choose the cafe just now. The time of encounter was autumn afternoon, there was a gentle wind outside the house, and the trees beside the road occasionally shed fallen leaves. When the third fallen leaf just left the branch, Ke Xue picked up the brush and started painting in the cafe. And Yishu stepped on the third fallen leaf and walked into the cafe at the moment when the third fallen leaf fell to the ground.

Ke Xue wanted to draw the leaves stuck to the soles of Yi Shu's shoes, so they started talking for the first time. Just go here first, I'm going back too. This is the biggest progress I have made in the past three days. I should really thank the girl who studies art. Pick up the bill on the table and go to the bar to pay. After paying the bill, I suddenly remembered that the girl didn't pay the bill just now! Do I have to remind my boss about this?After all, it is true that you have to pay for coffee. But she gave me inspiration, and I owe her a favor, and I should let her save the coffee money.

I am a person who studies science. When truth and human feelings conflict, I always stand on the side of truth. "She didn't pay." I pointed in the direction the girl was leaving. My personality is very direct and I don't like talking about him. "Do you want to pay for her?" The boss's voice was low and dry, as if holding his voice in his throat. "Today's coffee is delicious." My personality is that if I don't want to face the problem directly, I will talk about him from left to right. Stepping out of the cafe, crossing the road, blending yourself into the crowd at the MRT station.

Ever since trying to start writing, I've tried really hard to see what my eyes see. Changes in the sky in four seasons, the color of the sun shining outside, the direction and magnitude of trees swaying, the smiles of convenience store employees, the expressions of people waiting for traffic lights, the backs of people passing by... But I just can't watch people in the MRT station. Because I always feel that the people moving in the MRT station are like cans. Everyone wrapped themselves up well, although the appearance was different, it was still canned. Although there are differences in the contents of the can, but my eyes are not can openers, how can I know what is inside?

So just close your eyes and don't look at it. As I said, my personality is that if I can't do one thing well, then I'll just do it badly. I got out of the car and went back to my apartment. When I just sat down on the sofa in the living room, I found a stack of papers on the low table in front of me. On the first piece of paper was written: "Loverland has lovers". This should be the script outline written by my roommate Dadong. I thought the title of the play was ambiguous, so I couldn't help picking it up and flipping through a few pages. Just as he was thinking about why he should be called a lover in the wasteland, Dadong just came back.

"Hey, how did you come up with such a name?" I asked him. He looked at the paper in my hand and said, "The name is vulgar, isn't it?" "Vulgar?" I wondered, "This name is not vulgar, it's just a bit restricted." "Restricted?" Dadong also seemed puzzled, so he walked up to me and sat down, and I returned the stack of papers to him. "There is love in the wasteland." He read out, and then asked, "Where is this name restricted?" "Ah?" I was surprised, "Isn't there a lover in the wasteland?"

"Husband, you big head!" He stood up and said loudly, "There is love in the wasteland!" I am embarrassed to accompany a smiling face. In fact, I can't blame it all. The character "Tian" written by Dadong is a little bit out of the way, and it looks like "husband". But in this regard, I am full of confusion, since I was a child. For example, the fairy tale "The Little Match Girl", I always pronounce it as "The Little Match Girl". My personality is sometimes the same as wearing socks, I can't tell the left from the right at all.

"How is your novel going?" Dadong put the wasteland Youqingtian down and turned to ask me. "I just thought about the name of the protagonist and the first encounter." "Too slow." He shook his head, "The hero and heroine in my story have already started kissing." "You don't have to go to work." I was not convinced, "But I have to go to work, of course I can't write fast." "Go to work?" He looked disapproving, "You probably peek at your female colleagues when you go to work." "You..." My cheeks were hot and I couldn't speak.

My personality is that if someone tells me something embarrassing, I will start to stutter. "By the way, my girlfriend will come to see me later." "Huh? Didn't she ignore you?" "No way. We just had a little misunderstanding." "I see. You must have knelt down and apologized to her again." I smiled wickedly, "It is truth that a man has gold under his knees, and a girlfriend represents love; you are different from me, when truth and love conflict When you are, you will be on the side of love." "You..." Dadong also started to stutter.

My personality is that if I start talking about other people's embarrassing things, I will talk about it. I made another hey hey, picked up my briefcase and went back to my room. There is nothing special about this room, except that the bed will be very messy. Because I don't want to lie in bed and sleep when I have nothing to do. My personality is that if I don't want to die in peace, I will find a way to live in sorrow. Turn on the computer, organize your thoughts, and start typing on the keyboard. I wrote it fairly smoothly, but it still took a lot of time due to slow typing.

When I finished writing and wanted to archive, I still couldn't think of a suitable file name after thinking for a few minutes, so I had to temporarily call the file name: Yishu and Kexue. I looked at my watch, it was late, but Dadong's girlfriend hadn't come yet, so I couldn't sleep yet. Strange to say, everyone else kicks out their roommates when their girlfriends are coming; But Dadong insisted on my presence. Although Dadong is my roommate, he is actually my landlord. This house was left to him by his parents. He graduated from the Department of Drama. After serving as a soldier, he worked in an advertising company for two years. But when I first moved in, he had been out of advertising for several years. For several years he did some advertising copywriting and writing some screenplays, staying at home and working. I stretched and felt a little tired, so I walked out of the room and told Dadong that I was going to bed first. "Can you sleep in the living room?" "If you have a room and don't sleep, why sleep in the living room?" "If you sleep in the living room, I can sing or tell stories to lull you to sleep." "You're sick! I'm not a three-year-old." "Please!" Dadong's tone was almost pleading, "If you were here, she would be less likely to scold me." "If I sleep in the living room, she can still scold you." "No, she will be afraid of waking you up." "Then I can go back to my room and sleep." "It can't be done. Your room is very soundproof, even if there is a murder outside, it won't wake you up." "I can sleep in the living room, but I have to pay one day's rent." "no problem." "And when I wake up, I want to see my breakfast." "Don't push yourself too far." "Then I'll go back to bed." "Do you want milk or soy milk for your breakfast drink?" "The soy milk is ready." I went back to the room and took out the pillow and quilt, laying on the sofa and said, "The sesame seeds on the sesame seeds should be more black than the white ones; the fried dough sticks should be crispy and not too soft." "yes." "Kneel down." "Asshole." Dadong cursed. My personality is that if I start playing tricks on people, it gets out of hand. As soon as I woke up, I didn't hear Dadong being scolded in my dream. When I woke up, I only saw my breakfast. After washing up, I started looking for socks. As for socks, I am always in a daze, and often can't find another one. Later, I simply bought all the socks in dark colors without patterns, and I only needed to make up two to wear. Although there are many kinds of dark colors, fortunately, the color difference is not large and it is not easy to be noticed. But even though the socks all look the same, I'm starting to wonder which ones should be washed? Which ones have just been washed? I put on two socks and put on my shoes, only to find that I was wearing shorts. I had to take off my shoes, take off my shorts, change into my trousers, and put on my shoes. Usually before going out, I will definitely remind myself to be careful and not to leave things behind. But often I forget something. Today is fine, what I forgot to bring is just breakfast. In fact, the place where I work happens to be near that cafe. In the past, every time I passed by a coffee shop after get off work, I would learn from Dayu and pass the door without entering. I didn't pop in for coffee once in a while until my closing time was brought up from 5:30 to 4:30. Because the company's situation is not very good, but the boss doesn't want to lay off employees and make a crime, so starting from last month, we work less every day, but our monthly salary is also reduced by several thousand yuan. To make up for this lost salary, I started working for Dadong. But what I can do is limited. Apart from helping him with some chores, I can at most help him think about the copywriting or the slogan of the advertisement when he is exhausted. For example, "people can have as much skin as possible" in skin care centers, and "people can apply as much as possible" in mask advertisements. Once an advertising company was looking for a best-selling author to shoot a shampoo advertisement, and I suggested to him the copywriting: "I just use this shampoo to wash my hair, the more I wash it, the more inspired I am." But in most cases, Dadong did not take my advice. Even so, he will offset the rent for a few days according to my contribution. Recently, Dadong took over a job as a screenwriter for a TV station, and he is busy writing scripts every day. Their screenwriting team often has meetings, and the meeting time is not certain. First, I don't know how to write a screenplay; second, I can't cooperate with the time, so I couldn't help at first. But one day when I was sitting in the living room with him watching a football game, he asked me, "Basketball, baseball, tennis, etc. are all the same color, why is football black and white?" "Oh." I said casually, "The football was originally white, but because it was kicked all the time, it turned into bruises over time, so it turned black and white." He turned to look at me, looked at me for a while, and said, "You have talent." "What talent?" I looked at him too. "Play football? I'm too old." "No." He said, "You have a good imagination, and you should have a talent for writing novels." "yes?" "Well. The English name of a novel is fiction, which originally meant imagination." Dadong patted me on the shoulder: "How is it? Do you want to write about it?" "But I haven't written a novel." I shook my head with him. "Who has learned how to rob a bank? But the person who robs a bank for the first time can still get money." "It's a weird analogy." "Forget about the metaphor, anyway, writing a novel is as easy as eating mushroom soup. And if you write well, you may be able to earn rent for months or even years." "Really?" I thought for a while, "Then you can consider it." "Don't think about it, just write." Dadong said, "But the theme of the novel must be love." "Love?" I shook my head, "I have no experience, how do I write?" "Has the author of mystery novels ever killed someone? Is the author of martial arts novels a master of martial arts?" Dadong smiled, "So why do people who write romance novels have rich experience in love?" "Exactly." I also smiled. "After you finish writing, I'll adapt it into a script, maybe there is a chance to make it into a TV show." "Sounds good." I was still a little hesitant. "Of course it's not bad, and girls tend to have a good impression of people who write novels." "Okay. I'll try." My personality is that if I am indecisive, I will ask girls to help me play chess. After all, I am a science student, and my first reaction when encountering a problem is to collect data. I went to the bookstore to rent a lot of novels to read, and tried to study such things as novels. The novel is very different from the research reports I wrote before, full of a lot of adjectives and adverbs. It's like "a strong knight with stern lips in his resolute appearance", it's a lot to describe. And if all the adjectives are rearranged and combined, it seems that there will not be much difference between "the stern knight has firm lips in his tough appearance" and "the firm knight has strong lips in his stern appearance". I have also read "a determined knight has a stoic personality and a resolute look in his strong appearance", an adjective that perseveres all the way to the end. After reading the novel for several days in a row, I decided to give up this research project. Because I am very afraid of being influenced by my ears and eyes, I will change the sentence "I am waiting for you at the beach" to "I am silently waiting for you to come quietly at the quiet seaside". So I had no choice but to try to find inspiration in that cafe and start writing a novel. It's a pity that I have no experience, and it took me three days just to think of the protagonist's name. If it weren't for the appearance of the art girl, I might still be drawing flying arrows in the cafe. Thinking that the novel had already begun, I shook my briefcase as I walked, feeling very relaxed. When I walked into the company gate, I saw the switchboard lady at first sight. She was answering the phone and ignored me. The lady on the switchboard was surnamed Cao, she was sweet and cute, and she was very popular with male colleagues in the company. When the boss started taking a pay cut, I decided to stay because she was staying. I even think that the biggest reason why no boy in the company submitted his resignation is because of her. My personality is that if I do something stupid consciously, I will think that other people are as stupid as me. From her first day at work, she attracted me and I wanted to be closer to her. Although I don't know her name yet, I always greet each other with a nod and smile every day. But it wasn't long before I made a fatal mistake, again caused by confusion. At that time, she just got the name tag given by the company and hung it on her chest. When I greeted her, I glanced at her name tag, and then read: "Mama Cao Li." Just when I felt that the sound of these three words seemed to be heard often, I saw her put away her smile and glared at me. I couldn't figure out what was going on, so I went back to my desk in embarrassment, scratching my nose. It was only later that I figured out that her name was Cao Liyan, not Cao Li's mother. I really want to explain to her that this is just my confusion, there is no joke, but every time I see her, I don't know how to speak? After she ignored me and didn't say a word to me for several days, I finally got up the courage to say to her: "Cao...Miss Cao, don't come here without any problems." She just looked up at me and said, "Don't come, I'll be fine." From then on, as long as I saw her, I would feel a little scared because of shame, and even thought she was very fierce. My personality is that if I am afraid of a girl, I think she is fierce. Having said that, I still really want to be close to her. I always sneak a glance at her when I get up to get a glass of water. Dadong is right, if I spend less time peeking at her, the novel will be written faster. If she happened to meet my eyes, I would be so nervous that I would drink all the water in the glass. Because it is hot water, I often get scalded, and over time my tongue becomes a little redder than ordinary people. Every day when I enter the company, I always try to say hello to her. But I always feel that my posture and expression are very much like a monkey hiding from the rain among the leaves. The same is true today. Out of her sight, I pulled myself together, puffed up my chest again, and walked to my desk. Although my company is not small, the contracted projects are not large. The nature of my work is very simple, drawing design drawings, running around the construction site, and occasionally going out for meetings. Although there will be a lot of free time at work, you can steal time to write novels, which is human nature; But it is the truth that you must be dedicated to your work and not fish for fish. I am a person who studies science. When truth and human feelings conflict, I always stand on the side of truth. Usually as long as I sit at my desk, I will be very focused, like an old monk in meditation. Because of his focus, he is often startled by the ringing of the phone. Logically speaking, a confused person should not be associated with the quality of concentration, just like seeing Snow White is not associated with a brothel. However, my concentration also has a so-called biological clock. As long as it is almost time to leave work, I will vaguely feel a murderous aura, so I will naturally wake up and prepare to leave work. According to the usual practice, I will take a look in Miss Cao's direction before I get off work. As soon as I saw her get up and leave the company, I packed my briefcase as quickly as possible and left. If I was lucky enough to wait for the elevator with her, she would immediately change direction and head for the bathroom. I had to sit in the elevator alone and let the depression fall with me. Today I still take the elevator downstairs with depression. From a mechanical point of view, when the elevator rises, the weight of the person will increase; As the elevator descends, the person loses weight. But when Ms. Cao ignored me, even in the descending elevator, I still felt heavy. I gradually realized that human perception often transcends the laws of physics. So just like Superman in the movie is always changing clothes in a public phone booth, I always change my thinking mode in the elevator and prepare to enter the state of writing novels. Leave the elevator, walk out of the company building, turn right for about 300 meters, and you will arrive at the cafe. Pushing open the store door, there is still a "reserved" sign on the second table by the floor-to-ceiling windows. I still sat back in my old position, at the table against the wall. Taking out a blank sheet of paper from the briefcase, he began to ponder the personal characteristics of Yi Shu and Ke Xue. After thinking for a while, I unconsciously picked up the pen and scribbled circles on the white paper. Just as my thoughts entered the vortex formed by those circles, the sound of "Dangdang" came again.After I drifted my thoughts away from the vortex, when I looked up again, the girl studying art was already sitting at the second table by the floor-to-ceiling window, looking out the window. When I was hesitating whether to greet her, she turned her head and started looking for things on the table. What she was looking for didn't seem to be on the table, so she opened the bag again and rummaged through it. After a while, she tapped her head with her right hand and sighed heavily. She lay back and leaned against the back of the chair, her gaze began to wander around. When her gaze was directed to the right, it happened to meet my eyes. I nodded and smiled as a greeting. Although she smiled because of my smile, she had a dazed expression on her face, as if she didn't know me at all. It stands to reason that we just met yesterday, so she should recognize me. So I was also at a loss because of her confusion, like a monkey thinking about where the bananas are. My personality is to look like a monkey if I get confused, my mom said. Maybe she saw my strange reaction, so she asked, "Do we know each other?" "Hush." ​​I replied. "what?" "A lot of arrows are shot here and there," I said again. "What?" Her expression became more bewildered. I sighed and had to say: "People who study science." "Oh..." She suddenly realized, "You are the person from yesterday!" "You are amazing. After only one day, you can still recognize me." "I'm really sorry, I really don't know people very well." She smiled, probably because she recognized the meaning of "unexpectedly" in my words. "It's not your fault. I have a spy face by nature." "Spy face?" "Well. I have no distinctive appearance, and it is not easy to be recognized, so I am most suitable for being a spy." "Hehe, you are really joking. It has nothing to do with your appearance." She paused, and then said: "Actually, the most important factor is - I don't use "face" to judge everyone's appearance." "Oh?" I was puzzled, "Then what judgment do you use?" "It feels like it." "Feeling?" I, a monkey, wanted to think about where the banana was again. "From my eyes, people's faces are all similar." She said with a smile: "So I always rely on the feelings they give me to judge individual differences." "Your eyes are so weird." "Maybe." She went on to say, "Many animals don't necessarily rely on sight to identify individuals. They may rely on sound or smell. If you have ever raised a dog, you know that no matter how disguised or masked you are, you Dogs can still easily recognize you." "It makes sense to say that, but we are human after all." "What about people?" She laughed. "From people's eyes, dogs, cats, monkeys, and tigers all have similar faces." Although I still don't quite understand what she means, but I think of a movie. In Kurosawa Akira's "Kage Warrior", the shadow warrior (substitute) who looks very similar to Takeda Shingen can hide from anyone, including Takeda Shingen's relatives and even his wife, but he cannot hide from Takeda Shingen's beloved horse. "By the way, I have drawn you, do you want to see it?" She spread out the drawing book on the table. "Okay." I stood up, walked across from her, and sat down. "Huh? Is my face so square?" The face of the figure in the painting is square, and the facial features are blurred, and there are a few tentacles growing around the mouth. "That's how I feel." "My face is obviously round with a point, so no matter how I feel, I can't feel it is square." I turned my eyes away from the painting and asked her: "Do you think an egg is a book?" "It has nothing to do with shape, it's just how I feel about you." Her hand seemed to be holding an invisible paintbrush, drawing back and forth in the air, and then pointed to the painting: "You give me the feeling that your work and personality are rigid, and the lines are not smooth enough. So to me, that's your "face". " "But I don't have a beard. How can I have these whiskers? It looks like..." "Does it seem like a dog?" She was very happy, "You also feel the same way, that's right." "That's right..." I swallowed the "fart" abruptly, and raised my voice: "You painted me like a dog, of course I would feel a dog!" She laughed even more happily, shaking her body, shaking off a lot of laughter, "Yesterday you felt like you were trying to find something, but you didn't look for it with your eyes, you just sniffed around..." "After all, you still say I look like a dog." "I'm not saying you're like a dog." She shook her head, "I just feel the qualities of a dog." Listening to her dog and dog, I feel a little bored. Although my dad once said that I look like a dog, but that time it was because of the money I lost on the ground. I think carefully about how I was looking for inspiration here yesterday. Does it really make people feel like a dog? I fell into a trance after thinking about it, and when I came back to my senses, I happened to meet her eyes. "Feeling the dog again?" I asked her. "No." She seemed a little embarrassed, "You feel like..." "Like a monkey. Is it?" "That's right." She straightened up, her eyes lit up, "It's a monkey." "You feel the same way my mother does." I laughed. My personality is that as long as someone agrees with my mom, I'm happy. "By the way, what were you looking for just now?" "Pen." She was a little frustrated, "I'm always in a daze, and I forgot to bring my pen today." "I'm confused too." "Really? I can't feel it." She smiled, "If it's a confused monkey, it's easy to fall from the tree." After she finished speaking, she found that the coffee was gone, and stretched out her right index finger towards the bar. "What are u doing?" "Refill your cup." She said, "If I compare this way, the boss will know that my coffee needs to be refilled." When she lowered her head and looked at the drawing book, she turned a few pages, pointed to a picture and said with a smile: "The theme of this picture is confusion." In the picture, a girl is lying on the ground, lifting the sheet with her right hand, and seems to be looking for something under the bed. "Confused?" I couldn't figure out the meaning of the picture name. "Look, what is she holding in her left hand? What is she wearing on her right foot?" "It's all slippers." "Yes. But she is still looking for slippers under the bed, isn't that confusing?" She laughed so much that she couldn't finish the conversation, so she paused, and then said: "Actually, she only needs to think of a slipper on her left hand and a slipper on her right foot at the same time, but she still can't think of her hands and feet at the same time. I can think of something." "You are painting yourself." "That's right." She smiled, "I can only think about one thing at a time, so I often get confused." "I can't see it." I also smiled. "When I often want to take the elevator downstairs, I press the upward "△"." "why?" "Because the elevator is on the first floor, I'm going to call the elevator up and take me down." After finishing speaking, she kept laughing.I also thought it was fun, so I laughed along. Since I always see her staring intently out of the window, it's hard to think of her as having a vague quality. The art people in Impression Middle School are either decadent or avant-garde, and it seems that they have never seen anything confused. And I think the artist's thinking is relatively light, so the logic and ideas are always floating, and it is difficult to grasp the landing point and direction. Unlike those of us who study science, thinking is hard and heavy, like concrete and tarmac. When thinking about turning, it is also hard, and the centrifugal force of the corner must also be considered. "I have a way to avoid confusion." "Really?" "Well. I often write in the palm of my hand, as long as I open my palm at any time..." While talking, I spread my palms towards her, "This will remind myself to avoid forgetting things." "You have words in your palm." "Really?" I turned the palm of my hand to myself, and it said: The city government has a meeting at 5:30 in the afternoon. "Wow!" I looked at my watch, it was almost half past five, so I called out. I bounced off my chair and said to her, "I'm going first. Bye-Bye." When she turned to run, she almost bumped into the boss who was walking towards her with a cup of coffee. The boss nailed his feet to the ground, bent slightly and leaned back to avoid my frontal impact. It's hard to imagine such a supple waist in a calm and calm person. "You haven't paid the bill yet." His voice was still low. It seems that he is the only person in the whole cafe who is not confused. I paid the money, rushed out of the store and hailed a taxi. When I arrived at the city hall, I found out that the briefcase was left in the cafe and I didn't take it. I left the cafe, crossed the street, walked into the MRT station, and got on the train. I can finally close my eyes and relax. The scalp doesn't seem to be numb anymore, and the hair stays peacefully, no longer frivolous. It seemed like all the itching was evaporating from my body bit by bit, taking some of the heat with it. When I opened my eyes again, my whole body was already cool. When I got home, I just opened the door and walked in. Before I bent over to take off my shoes, I saw two people in the living room standing sideways towards me, Dadong and his girlfriend, Xiaoxi. Before I could say hello, Xiaoxi pointed at Dadong and shouted, "You are as annoying as a tortoise crawling out of a forest fire and earthquake!" I walked into yet another conflict situation. Dadong, Xiaoxi and I seemed to feel embarrassed at the same time. My scalp went numb again, and Dadong's eyes pretended to be busy, looking around. Xiaoxi was taken aback for a while, and after a few seconds, he quickly walked past me and rushed out the door. After Xiaoxi left, Dadong walked slowly towards the sofa, sat down, and turned on the TV. I stooped to take off my shoes, and walked to the sofa and sat down. "What is a turtle that crawls out of a forest fire and earthquake?" After a while, the smoke in the air cleared up, and I turned to ask Dadong. "I'm not too sure." He shook his head. "It probably means that no matter how urgent the situation is, I'm still slow and slow in doing things." "That's a good comparison, at least four stars. But..." I smiled, and continued, "I've never heard Xiaoxi talk like that." "When she's angry, she speaks in one sentence without a single punctuation mark." "That's right." I thought for a while, "I've never seen her get angry." "Of course you haven't seen it." He smiled wryly, "If someone was there, she wouldn't be angry on the spot." Dadong was right. I have known Xiaoxi for a while, and in my impression she is always gentle and gentle. She spoke slowly, and she pronounced her words clearly, word for word, without being angry. Taking the sentence just now "You are as annoying as a turtle that crawls out of a forest fire and an earthquake", under normal circumstances, she should say: "You are like a turtle that crawled out of a forest fire and an earthquake. , just as annoying." And the tone at the end will use a period, not an exclamation point. Xiaoxi's name isn't actually Xiaoxi, nor is her nickname. Xiaoxi is only called by me. Because she is Dadong's girlfriend, I naturally call her Xiaoxi. If Dadong changes his girlfriend in the future, I will still call his new girlfriend Xiaoxi. Dadong has listened to it for a long time, and he doesn't bother to correct me, and sometimes he even calls me Xiaoxi. I originally wanted to ask Dadong why he was scolded, but after thinking about it, I forgot it. Because Dadong's face looks like the face of a turtle that is only one step away from crawling into the sea. It's my nature to try to change the subject if I see someone's downcast face. "How is your script going?" "We're going to a meeting later." Dadong picked up the remote control, switched to another channel, and continued, "We're going to discuss how to strengthen the conflict between the protagonists." "Why conflict?" I stroked my hair subconsciously, "Isn't harmony good?" "You don't understand." Dadong put down the remote control, turned his head and said to me: "The protagonists in TV dramas, in terms of appearance, personality, background, growth environment, etc., it is best to have more than one conflict; or their relationship , in conflict with moral codes or values. This way the storyline will have tension as it progresses. " As soon as Dadong mentioned the script, his spirits came, like a sudden wave that brought the turtle into the sea. "Of course not to mention martial arts dramas, the good and evil of the characters in the drama are too obvious, so there will be direct conflicts. In a romantic drama, take the simplest example. Dadong turned his head and thought for a while, and then said: "Take Romeo and Juliet as an example, if when Romeo fell in love with Juliet, their family was not a feud but a family friend, would the story still be interesting?" " "But I always feel that conflict is not good. Can't there be no conflict at all?" "It's ok. But if there is no conflict at all, it can only be broadcast at 12 o'clock in the evening." "why?" "This way the audience can just see him falling asleep." Dadong seemed to have taken off his turtle shell, with a relaxed expression on his face: "That is the best sleeping pill. Those who are the screenwriters of this drama can try to become a doctor instead." When I was about to say something more, Dadong said again: "It's like we are not only the relationship between landlord and tenant, but also good friends. If we are written in a novel, it will be a point of conflict." "Yeah." I replied, "I probably know what it means." "Speaking of which..." Dadong clapped his palms suddenly, "You should pay this month's rent." "Hey, I haven't paid my mobile phone bill yet, do you have the heart to urge me to pay the rent?" "To paraphrase what you often say, renting a house is the truth, and the relationship between us is friendship; When truth and friendship conflict, I always stand on the side of truth. " "You're not a science student." I snorted. Dadong laughed twice, opened the door, turned around and said, "I'm going to a meeting." After Dadong left, I calculated how many days I should pay the rent this month. If including the payment for sleeping in the living room last night, I only need to pay 18 days' rent this month. But thinking about the unpaid phone bills and thousands of dollars in lost salary, I feel like a tortoise unable to crawl out of a forest fire or earthquake. I went back to the room, turned on the computer, and called Yishu and Kexue out. Before writing, I thought of the "conflict" that Dadong just said, which seems to make sense. Think carefully about the TV series or movies you have watched before. For example, in Japanese dramas, the same shadow also appeared in the Korean movie My Sassy Girl, which has honest men and fierce women. Even if there is no conflict between the protagonists, it can even be said to be quite harmonious. But precisely because of this harmony, there will be another kind of conflict. For example, in Paradise Lost and Lovers, the male and female protagonists are very compatible in all aspects, but they each have their own families, so it is easy to conflict with social morality. Therefore, the lover develops the problem of having an affair; The Korean dramas introduced to Taiwan in the early days were also full of such conflicts. What seems to be an obvious conflict seems to be really the spirit of these stories. But thinking of strengthening the conflict between the protagonists, the hair that was lying on the scalp tried to stand up again. I've been in conflict several times today, and I don't like the awkward feeling. My personality is that if there is something I don't like, I don't want the characters in the story to encounter it. So under my setting, both Yishu and Kexue are confused people. When Ke Xue forgot to bring the paintbrush and opened the door of the cafe and was about to go home to get it, she happened to run into Yishu who was about to open the door of the cafe and came in to find the briefcase. This is the second time they met. Because the doorknob was pushed and pulled at the same time, Yishu staggered and Ke Xue almost hit the door. Their personality traits do not conflict. If you really want to emphasize the conflict between them, let's start with their learning background. After all, if one studies science and the other studies art, there must be many conflicts of ideas. For example, when Ke Xue told Yishu: "The thing I want to do most in my life is to fly." I will never say: "Then ride on my love! These are the strongest wings I gave you." Yishu would say: "Then I will invent a biochip, and when it is implanted in the brain, the human body can simulate the flying movements of birds." Well, this should be the biggest point of conflict between them, and it is also the limit of conflict that I can accept. But this is the future development of the story. So far, they still have something in common and are harmonious. After completing today's progress, I take a shower and want to sleep well. But because I kept wandering about where and how to conflict in my mind, I also had conflicts with the bed and pillow, and I couldn't fall asleep no matter how I changed my position. After a 180-degree turn, I said silently in my heart: "I will take good care of Yishu and Kexue, and will not let them often conflict." My personality is that if I can't sleep at night, I feel that I should have done something wrong. I forgot how long it took to fall asleep, but fell asleep anyway. It was a little late after waking up, and I simply washed up in a daze before leaving for work. Walking into the company gate, as soon as Ms. Cao saw me, she lowered her head and picked up the phone. 我一直觉得奇怪，好像每天早上她看到我时，都刚好在讲电话。 我恍然大悟，她应该是假借讲电话来避开每天早晨的第一次碰面。 又感到一阵尴尬，我完全清醒过来。 屁股还没在椅子上坐热，老总就拨电话来叫我进他的办公室。 我一走进去，发现曹小姐也在，老总似乎在交代她事情。 “你先等一下。”老总跟我说。 我只好先转过身等他们谈完，眼睛顺便在墙上闲逛。 墙上贴了几张老总的儿子在幼儿园的奖状，不外乎是好宝宝之类的。 这实在是没什么好炫耀的，哪个杀人犯在幼儿园时就喜欢拿刀子的？ 我小时候也是把奖状拿来当壁纸的人，现在还不是一样落魄江湖。 “你好啊，周在新先生。” 胡思乱想之际，我听到老总叫他自己的名字，我好奇地转过头。 “你真行啊，周在新先生。”老总看着我说。 “你在跟我说话吗？”我朝老总指了指自己的鼻子。 曹小姐还在，我看了看她，发现她也是很疑惑。 “我当然是跟你说话啊，周在新先生。” “周在新是你啊。”我走近他办公桌，问他：“你是不是工作压力太大，导致暂时性失忆？” “你才暂时性失忆咧！臭小子！” 老总似乎很激动，拿出一份传真文件，翻到其中一页，“你自己看！” 我拿起来看后，知道是昨天下午市政府的会议记录。 “这……”我将那份传真放下，下意识抓抓头，又尴尬了。 “如果你邻居的老伯伯活到很老，朋友跟亲人都死光了，你想想看，他还会想再继续活下去吗？”老总照着念完后，问我：“请问大哥，这是什么意思？” “嗯……那个……”我偷瞄了一下曹小姐，只觉得头皮又麻又痒，“也许水鸟看到同类所剩无几，于是起了不如归去的念头。” “不你的头！”老总的样子好像一只激动的鸟，翅膀拍个不停。 “你在市政府耍什么宝？要耍宝不会签你自己的名字吗？” “不好意思。”我又抓抓头，“我一时迷糊，忘了。” “你……”老总的翅膀还是拍个不停，说不出话来。 我的个性是如果挨骂时别人在场，就会觉得很尴尬。 尤其是这个“别人”，是曹小姐。 “那个……”我见老总一直不说话，只好问：“你叫我来，是……？” “本来是想问你昨天会议的事，现在不必问了。” “那要不要我描述一下当时混乱的情景？” “你马上给我消失！” 老总霍地站起身，好像终于一飞冲天的鸟。 走出老总的办公室，我甩动身体以甩掉因尴尬而产生的麻痒，像淋湿的狗甩掉一身的水那样。 差不多甩干后，曹小姐也走出来，看到我的动作，吓了一跳。 我尴尬得笑了笑，好像刚弄干身体的狗，又走进雨中。 “真不好意思。”她说。 我很震惊，半晌反应不过来。 这有点像你欣赏了一辈子的月亮，有天月亮竟然开口跟你说话那样。 “我今天一早收到那份传真，刚刚拿给周总看，结果却害你挨骂。” “喔。”我恍然大悟，“没关系，这本来就是我的迷糊造成的。” “你很迷糊吗？” “嗯。”我有些不好意思，“怎么小心都没用，于是常发生状况。” “你念错我的名字也是迷糊？” “对对对。”我用力点头，“那是迷糊，不是故意乱开玩笑。” “哦。我原以为你是个轻薄的人。” “不不不。”我开始激动，“我不是。” “那就好。”她微微一笑，“以后多小心，别再迷糊了。” "Yes Yes Yes." 我的个性是如果要强调讲话时的语气，就会把一个字重复念三遍。 “你的头发是自然卷吗？” 在我们一起走回各自的办公桌时，她又问。 “这个……”我用手试着压下像飞檐般翘起的头发，“我的睡相不好，起床后也没梳头，刚刚又抓了几次头发，于是就……” 难怪我觉得整个人好像要飞起来，原来我的头发已像鸟类展开双翼。 “原来如此。”她坐了下来，用手指了指，“你的办公桌在那边。” "Oh." 我实在是尴尬到不行，刚好头发像鸟，于是飞也似的回到我的办公桌。 虽然今天挨了老总的骂，不过由于曹小姐主动跟我说话，算起来心情还是有赚头，而且赚得不少。 “以后多小心，别再迷糊了。” 曹小姐这句话说得真好听，我在脑海里不断倒带，多听几遍。 我也盘算着下班时搞不好可以跟她一起搭电梯下楼。 最好电梯突然故障，把我们困住，她应该会因为害怕而哭泣。 “想哭就到我怀里哭”，这是瘐澄庆的歌，也将是我对她说的话。 可是一到下班时刻，我突然想起头发不知道服服贴贴了没有？ 赶紧到洗手间理一理仪容，出来后她已经下楼了。 我只好改唱张学友的“回头太难”。 走出公司大楼，一面走一面想着亦恕和珂雪的故事。 他们接下来会发生什么事呢？ 如果珂雪总是望着窗外，亦恕又如何与她有所交集？ 搭讪吗？impossible. 亦恕是学科学的人，他知道氢分子是藉由燃烧而跟氧分子化合成水，而不是氢分子主动跑去跟氧分子说：“让我们结合吧。” 所以，该如何让氢分子燃烧呢？ 正在伤脑筋之际，仿佛听到右边传来细碎的“叩叩”声。 转头一看，那个学艺术的女孩正在咖啡馆内用手指轻轻敲着落地窗。 她朝我笑了笑，我指了指自己的鼻子，她点点头。 我右手推开店门，左脚刚跨进，突然想起今天并没有打算要喝咖啡。 于是动作停格。 “嗨，学科学的人。”她指了指她桌子对面的位子，“请来这里坐。” 我看了看她，又看了看老板，感觉老板像正等着老鼠走出洞口的老鹰。 而我就是将头探出洞口的老鼠。 算了，喝杯咖啡也无妨。 我双脚走进咖啡馆，老板也同时飞过来。 我坐在她对面，跟老板点了一杯咖啡，然后问她：“有事吗？” “我想跟你说一件事哦。”她的语气很开心，眼神水水亮亮的。 照理说她常过度使用眼睛来观察东西，眼神应该很锐利才对。 可是她的眼神却柔软似水，好像微风吹过便会产生阵阵涟漪。 "What's up?" “我这几天画画的灵感，像雨后春笋般出现。” "That's good." “你知道吗？”她眼中波光潋滟，“你就是那场雨。” 说完后她笑了起来，连笑容都是柔柔软软的，让我想起去年尾牙摸彩时抽中的蚕丝被。 我的个性是如果女孩子当面夸奖我，我就会很尴尬。 现在应该不只是尴尬，我猜我一定脸红了，一句话也说不出来。 那种因尴尬而产生的麻痒感，在四肢间快速流窜。 “我真的很感激你。” “好好好。”我赶紧说话以免她继续说下去，“不必客气了。” “我该怎么感谢你呢？” “你把那些春笋分一半给我就行了。” “好呀。从现在开始我画的每张图，你都可以看。” “喔。那就多谢了。” "You're welcome." 我实在不习惯她的眼睛不看窗外，而盯着我瞧。 我又开始抓头发，刚刚顺好的头发，现在看起来大概又是自然卷了。 幸好老板把咖啡端过来，我喝了一口，平静不少。 “我可不可以请你帮个忙？” "sure." “你现在可不可以当我的模特儿？” “模特儿？”我张大嘴巴。 印象中的模特儿好像都是没穿衣服的女人，通常还是胖胖的。 而且好像都是刚吃饱饭便被叫去当模特儿，以致肚子圆鼓鼓的。 她怎么会叫一个还没吃饭的年轻男子来当模特儿呢？ “可以是可以，不过……”我吞吞吐吐，“不过我要穿衣服。” “你放心。”她微微一笑，“我不是要画裸体素描。” “那就好。”我松了口气。 我双手拨拨头发，转头看着落地窗中的自己是否足够潇洒。 “那我要问你问题了哦。” “问问题？”我有些疑惑，不过还是回答：“好啊。” “你还是处男吗？” 我这一惊非同小可，惊讶过后便是强烈的尴尬，我下意识往后退，紧紧贴住椅背。 新仇和旧恨同时涌上来，我尴尬得几乎要飞到外层空间了。 “这……”我的牙齿好像在发抖，“你……” "I see." 她摊开画本，拿起笔，低头开始画图。 我心想处男跟模特儿有关吗？难道模特儿得是处男？ 我看她并没有盯着我瞧，只是低头猛画，心里更纳闷了。 而且她说她知道了，知道什么啊？ 想端起咖啡杯到嘴边，她却突然抬头看我一眼，害我差点失手滑落。 That's enough. “画好了。” 她笑一笑，端起咖啡杯，喝了一口。 我等尴尬的感觉慢慢散去，才低头看了看那张图。 图上只画了一个人，双手和双脚大开，眼睛似乎翻白眼，嘴巴也打开。 最特别的是，他的头发和全身的毛发直挺挺竖立着，甚至眼睫毛也是。 好像把针插满全身。 在人的上面一直到画纸的边缘，还画了很多条短直线。 “这是我吗？”我问。 “嗯。”她点点头，“不过这张图的名字，叫尴尬。” “尴尬？” “对呀。”她的咖啡没了，于是朝吧台方向伸出右手食指。 “我从你身上感觉到尴尬的味道，我就想画画看。” “那你干嘛问那个问题？” “这样你才会更尴尬呀，而且我想再确定一下你尴尬时的样子。” 她笑得很开心，手指着图：“你尴尬时好像全身都被毛发扎到，很好玩。” “是吗？”我指了指图上那些短直线，“这是什么？” “这个嘛……”她又笑了笑，“这是学你的，表示快飞起来的感觉。” 我又盯着那张图看，图上的人翻白眼、张大嘴巴的样子倒也满有趣的。 “这次我的脸怎么不是四四方方的？” “因为我开始觉得你有一些smooth的线条，不再又直又硬。” “smooth？”我摸摸自己的脸，“会吗？” “这还是跟脸的形状无关啦。”她指着图，沿着脸的线条走了一圈，“当你能很轻易释放自己的感觉时，你的线条就会很smooth。” “喔。”我虽然不太懂，但还是应了一声。 “下次能不能把我画漂亮一点？这次看起来像猴子。” “好呀，我尽量。”她笑一笑，“我会把你画得比猴子帅一百倍。” “比猴子帅一百倍也还是猴子啊。” “说得也是。”她又笑了笑，“下次会让你恢复人形的。” “不过下次不可以再问奇怪的问题。” “好。”她顿了顿，“可是那种问题只能问你，才会有尴尬的感觉。” "why?" 老板刚好端着新煮好的咖啡，放在她面前。 她抬起头问老板：“你还是处男吗？” “嗯，我还是。”老板面不改色，低头收拾她刚喝完的咖啡杯盘。 “真是辛苦你了。”她说。 “哪里。”老板收拾好杯盘，又说：“不过在21世纪的现在，如果要找我这个年纪的处男，倒不如去喜马拉雅山上找雪人。” 老板要离开时，转身对我说：“你说是吧？雪人先生。” "I……" 我的个性是如果被人当面猜中我不想承认的事，就会说不出话。 “你明白了吧。”老板走进吧台后，她说：“这种问题问别人，别人不见得会觉得尴尬。” "But……" “我只是想画尴尬的感觉而已，希望你别介意。” “我不会介意的。”我有点不好意思，“只是这种问题难免……” “不然这样好了。”她笑了笑，“你今天的咖啡，我请。” 我的个性是如果女孩子请客，就会觉得什么事都没发生。 我低头看了看图，似乎又能感觉到那股麻痒。 她的眼睛应该有点像天线或雷达之类的东西，能探测外界的细微扰动，于是能轻易捕捉无形的感觉。 不过她的眼神始终又柔又软，隐约可看到荡漾在其中的水波。 water? 没错，她的眼睛应该具有某种能量，而这种能量可以燃烧氢分子，然后再与氧分子化合成水。 我终于知道亦恕和珂雪的故事要怎么接下去了。