Chapter 21 Chapter 5 - You must be the first reader

Person and I found the same advisor, because Person said that we should share weal and woe. The way you study in graduate school is not the same as in college, and you usually have to take the initiative. In addition to the credits taken, most of the time is spent preparing their own thesis. Because the direction of the thesis is different, the courses taken by Bo Sen and I are also different. However, the schoolwork is equally heavy, and we often confide in each other when we are eating supper. Mingjing doesn't seem to be relaxed, she always hears her complaining that she can't finish reading.

Although she still comes to our place often, she spends less time watching TV. What remains unchanged is that Mingjing and I will still go to the balcony on the top floor to chat. But Mingjing's wall-climbing skills are still vigorous. Mingjing is the kind of person who smiles even when she complains. When chatting with Person, the pressure will be temporarily relieved with the process of talking. But when chatting with Mingjing, you will feel that there is no such thing as pressure. "What is the relationship between you and Lin Mingjing?" Bo Sen often asked me. "It should be...a good friend, right?"

"Are you sure you're not speaking out of conscience?" "I……" "do you like her?" "I should like it, but..." "Cai Chong, you are always so hesitant." Bo Sen sighed: "What exactly are you afraid of?" Fear?Maybe it's true to be afraid. At least until a more suitable adjective is found, it is acceptable to use the word fear. What am I afraid of? For me, Mingjing is the sun, which is warm from a certain distance. But if I get too close, I'm afraid of getting burned. I really want to think about this problem carefully and try to find a solution as much as possible.

But the technician exam is coming soon, and I have to retreat for two months to prepare for the exam. After finishing the technician exam, I had a headache because of the delayed thesis progress during the retreat, so I didn't think much about it. During this period, Mingjing always reminded me to take care of my body and not to be too tired. "Come on, come on." Mingjing's encouragement has never stopped. The results of the technician examination will be announced after three and a half months. Both Bo Sen and I failed the exam, and brother Ziyao failed the exam, so there is no question of failing the exam.

To my dismay, I was only one point short. When I exchanged transcripts with Bo Sen, I found that my Chinese scores were 18 points behind his. I was even 10 points lower than the average score of all candidates in Chinese. As for the Chinese liberal arts, only composition is tested. I fell into the nightmare of seeing the composition book stall and fall in the air when I was in the second year of junior high school. On the day I received the report card, I skipped dinner and ran to the basketball court in Guangfu Campus with a basketball. If only the test could be like shooting a basketball. I was so accurate that day, almost hitting every shot.

After shooting for a while, I felt a little tired, so I squatted under the basket in a daze. I can't help but recall how I used to write essays, including the time when I was a six-legged monkey. But my composition grades, although not good all the time, are not too bad. Why is the composition score so poor this time? Did I use another adjective that shouldn't be used? I continued to be in a daze, thinking of nothing.How long I was in a daze, I don't know. There are fewer and fewer people in front of me, and the laughter of playing basketball is getting smaller and smaller.

In the end, I was the only one left on the entire basketball court. There seemed to be a sound of emergency braking of a bicycle in my ears, and then a green figure walked towards me. She walked up to me and squatted down too. "It's ugly to squat in a skirt, you know?" After a long time, I opened my mouth. It seems that I haven't spoken for many years, and my throat is a bit dry.I cough lightly. "You're finally willing to talk." "Stop squatting, it's really ugly." "Would you? I think it's cool." "It would be cooler if you spread your legs out again."

"Come on!" "Are you here to play basketball too?" I stood up and patted my legs. "What do you think?" Ming Jing also stood up. "I guess not. So what are you doing here?" "To a girl who bikes around for two hours late at night looking for you..." Mingjing smoothed the hem of her skirt and straightened her face: "Is that how you always talk?" "Huh? Sorry. You must be exhausted." I pointed to the chairs outside the basketball court: "Let's sit for a while." "Is there anything you can do for me?" After Mingjing sat down, I asked.

"Of course I'm worried about you. Did I ask you to borrow money?" ?quot; Worried?I have nothing to worry about. " "It's hard not to worry about running out alone for more than four hours without eating dinner." "Have I been out for so long?" "Ok." "Sorry." "You said so." "I am so sorry." "That's not the same." "I'm really sorry." "Insincere." "Universal super thunderbolt invincible sorry." "That's enough. Fool." Ming Jing finally laughed.

We sat side by side, the evening breeze blowing, very refreshing. "Do you feel better?" "That's right." "Why didn't you eat? Then ran out without a word." "do not you know?" "I only know that you failed the exam..." Mingjing sounded suddenly alert, "I'm sorry." "It doesn't matter." "I'll take the exam next year, or I'll pass." "I will still take the composition test next year." "Composition? Why worry about composition." "Of course you people in the Chinese department are not worried. But I am a vulgar and illiterate engineering student."

"Who says you're vulgar and illiterate?" "No one ever said that. It just happened to me." "Guoer," Ming Jing turned around, sat closer to me, and asked in a low voice, "What's wrong?" I don't know how to describe it, so I simply told Mingjing what happened when I was in junior high school. Ming Jing laughed while listening. "Is it funny?" "Ok." "You must think I'm weird too." "No. I find your description very interesting." "interesting?" "You call it special, not strange." "Really?" Mingjing nodded. "Who said that you can't use "meat buns to beat dogs" to describe the time that never returns?" "Then why did the teacher say no?" "Language has its customary way of use, and the teacher is conducting a very general education." Ming Jing sighed, and continued, "But if you think about it from the perspective of creativity, you can actually have more freedom in language and writing. And for people like you, general education is not enough!" "I am indeed a strange person." "You're not weird, you just imagine it differently." "A way of imagining?" Mingjing stood up, picked up the basketball, and ran into the basketball court. "When creating, you can be like a wild horse on the prairie. You can run however you want, even by jumping." Mingjing stood at the free throw line, took a shot, and hit the net hollow. "However, many people feel that they should run around the track like a horse in a racetrack when they are alive and doing anything. They should sprint with all their strength according to the number of laps stipulated in the race, and strive for the championship." Mingjing held the basketball and waved to me.I also walked into the basketball court. "I'm really... not surprised?" "You are a goat with horns. Of course you are special among our sheep without horns." Mingjing patted the ball a few times, "But you don't have to hide the horns just to look like us." "Ok." "After all, everyone is different from others. You should respect your own characteristics and not be afraid of being different from others. What's more, even if you pull out your horns, you are still a goat." "Thank you." Mingjing stopped dribbling suddenly, "Why are you thanking me?" "Really, thank you." I emphasized. Ming Jing smiled. Then dribble, run, layup. The ball missed. "You ran half a step too far, and the strength of picking the basket is not right. And..." "What else?" "You wear a skirt, the skirt will fly when you dribble to the basket, the legs are curvy, it is an insult to the basket, so the ball will not go in" Ming Jifu Zong Nuo Kui Gu Sou Gu Coffin Cherry "Why didn't you say it earlier!" "Although you insulted the basket, you encouraged my eyes. This is your painstaking effort, and I should not refuse." I nodded, "Auntie, you are really great. I am touched by you." "Come on!" Mingjing, thank you. You never know, something you say to me on the basketball court will take away my fear of being different. Whenever I hear someone say that I am weird, I always think of what you said. Remember the curves of your legs by the way. Although when I went to work in the society, because of the sharp horns on my head, I was not smooth enough to behave in the world, which made me often offend people. But I'm a goat, and I'm supposed to have horns. I played basketball with Mingjing for a while, and then went back to the chair outside the basketball court to sit. Unlike the way of chatting in college, Mingjing no longer has access control time, so she doesn't have to check her watch frequently. "What have you been up to these days?" "I'm writing a novel." "Writing a novel must be easy for you." "No. Anyone can write novels, but the students of the Chinese department can't write novels." "why?" "Because we know how to write a novel, we don't know how to write a novel." "what?" Mingjing smiled and took the basketball in my hand. "It's like this basketball. When we play basketball, we don't kick it with our feet. Remember not to Dribbles twice and can't walk on layups.But these things are not the essence of playing basketball, but just the rules of basketball games. " Mingjing returned the basketball to me and continued, "Come on. How would you play basketball if you were a five-year-old kid?" "Just play whatever you want." "That's right. You might even kick it with your feet. But who says basketball can't be kicked? The rules It was ordered by someone, it was for the game, not for basketball.If the purpose of playing basketball, Just for fun, not for competition.So why should there be rules? " Mingjing put the basketball on the ground, raised her foot and kicked it, and the ball slowly rolled into the basketball court. "I always hope to be a child running barefoot in the field forever. Running is just my way of expressing happiness, not the purpose. Why do we have to put on sneakers, kneel and wait at the starting line What about a gunshot and a dash for the finish line?When running becomes a race, we will pay attention to speed And flexibility, pay attention to running posture and skills, in order to get good results in the race.but if Running is just a body language to express happiness, so what should we pay attention to? " "Auntie, are you drunk?" "Where is it?" "Then why did you suddenly play the piano to a cow?" "Don't talk nonsense, you're not a cow. I'm just writing novels until I get upset." "Ok." "I wanted to chat with you at first, but I heard Li Bosen say that you ran away from home, so I looked for you everywhere." "Listen to his bullshit. I didn't run away from home." "Then you feel better?" "um. Thank you." A few years later, when I ran in the wide grasslands in society or in the field of research, I often hear people urging me to put on my sneakers, tie them up, and run around the track. Some people even said that I can't run at all, the speed is too slow, and I am not qualified to run. Mingjing's words would ring in her mind in due course: "Running is just a body language to express happiness, not a race." "It's late, it's time to go back." I looked at my watch, it was almost two o'clock in the morning. "Hmm. Are you hungry? I'll go to your place and cook a bowl of noodles for you." "I just failed the exam, do you still have the heart to cook noodles for me?" "What are you talking about!" Ming Jing tapped my head. "It's a sad feeling when you just failed the exam, but it's very exciting to eat the noodles you cooked. I'm afraid my heart won't be able to handle this emotional turn. " I patted my sore head. "After a while, you turn very fast. It's not easy, you are a master." "You can speak louder." "Pa-er-! You-are-master-hand-!" Ming Jing shouted loudly. "Hey! It's late, don't get nervous." "Hehe... let's go." "Show me the novel when you finish writing it." "No problem. You must be the first reader."