Chapter 23 Chapter 6 - In the world of love, there are no rules at all

A month later, Ming Jing's novel was finally finished, with about 30,000 words. The title of the article is very simple, it is called "Missing". "Didn't you tell me to be the first reader after you finished writing?" "Oh, it's not well written. I'll show you after I fix it." But Mingjing never brought me Miss. When I think about it, I remind her that she always finds reasons to procrastinate. Once she was reading a novel in the living room, I walked over and stretched out my right hand: "Can I see it?" "Do you also like Haruki Murakami's novels?"

"I don't mean this book, I mean "Missing" you wrote." "Haruki Murakami's novels are really good to read." "I want to watch "Missing"." "That's good. I have a few novels by Haruki Murakami, you can read them first." Mingjing took out two books from her backpack, and put the book in my hand together. "After you read all of them, I'll show you my novel..." Before she finished speaking, Ming Jing immediately picked up her backpack and slipped away. I stayed up all night and finished reading those three novels.Before you know it, the sky is dawning.

Lying on the bed, I couldn't sleep no matter how I slept, there seemed to be a lot of words running around in my mind. Those characters are Chinese characters that I am very familiar with, but they feel strange. Because since I was in graduate school, most of the text I have come into contact with is English, and there are a bunch of mathematical symbols. I left the bed, sat at the desk, took a few pieces of paper, and tried to write down the words in my mind. So I wrote: I, currently single, have a used car, three dogs, four months of unpaid rent, and sit at a desk shaped like a football.The desk lamp shines bright golden light directly from the upper left, and I feel like a perverted murderer who is being interrogated all night.There are three pens on the desk, two have been eaten by the dog, and the other will be cut off.There is also a piece of letter paper from the editor of Rose Renxing Publishing House, which says that if I don't submit the manuscript, he will make me die like a pudding that fell from the tenth floor.I rested my chin on my left hand and scratched my itchy back after three days of not bathing with my right hand, thinking about how to tell a story.

I'm one of those weird people who can't fall asleep without finishing the story no matter what. To tell this story is actually very difficult to tell, even if you make up your mind to open your teeth, the tongue will still make the last resistance.When the teeth and tongue have collapsed, the vocal cords in the mouth will still vibrate slowly and reluctantly.Like an electric shaver whose battery is about to run out, it screams before death and tries to die with the stubble on the chin, but it can only cause a burning sensation on the chin. And that's just the struggle before you start telling the story.

But when I started to tell this story, I mean now, I don't struggle anymore.Maybe I should put it this way: It's not that I stopped struggling, but that I finally realized that struggling was useless, so I gave up struggling.But even if I decide to give up struggling, there is a part of my heart, deep, deep, as deep as the ocean, there will still be some roaring sounds, like the roar of a lion that hasn't eaten for a week . Well, it's time for me to tell the story. But after the inner struggle just now, I am thirsty, the kind of thirst that I would want to drink even if it is the water that a dog with a cold has drunk.So I want to drink water first, or rather, a bottle of beer.

I only thought about it for four and a third seconds and decided to have a beer, because I needed alcohol to reduce the pain of storytelling.I opened the refrigerator, and there was a cabbage in it, two cups of bubble black tea that were half left, a few cans that didn't know if they were expired, but there was no beer. Go downstairs and buy it.But I have no money with me.It is 2:46 in the morning. Since a woman was killed thirteen days ago when she was getting money from the cash machine at the alley, I dare not get money in the middle of the night.I don't want to be the headline of tomorrow's paper, "Aged Novelist Tragically Died by Boxer's Knife, Rusty, in Cruel Right Hand of Vicious Gangster".

I should tell a story, so I wanted to drink, but I didn't have money and didn't dare to get it.I couldn't help but lowered my head, covered my face with my hands, and fell into a deep, deep sorrow. Sadly, I haven't even started the story yet. After writing about 800 words, my eyelids felt heavy, so I fell asleep on the table. Later, Mingjing saw this article and said that I was called "Three Papers Without Donkeys". It means that once upon a time, there was a scholar who wrote a trustee to buy a donkey. He wrote three pieces of paper, but there was no word "donkey" in it.

"Auntie, do I look like Haruki Murakami?" "Where is this Haruki Murakami? You are called a fool." Even though Ming Jing said that, she still couldn't help laughing. "I will let you read my "Missing" after you write a novel seriously." After being promoted to the second year of graduate school, Bo Sen and I spent most of our time in the research room of the department. Sometimes I will spend the night on a recliner in the research room. Because I was in a rush for the thesis, I didn't take the technician exam. Anyway, the teacher who corrected the composition would not like my article.

I'm the goat, there's no need to write an essay just to get a good grade. We started making coffee so we could stay up and study.Once I got used to drinking coffee to refresh me, I became addicted. The period of the second research period was about mid-1996 to mid-1997. At this time, the trend of college students surfing the Internet was very prosperous, and Bo Sen and I would occasionally play BBS. In order to relieve the depression of studying, I sometimes write articles on the Internet. If Mingjing came to see me in the laboratory, she would take a look at what I wrote. There are four research rooms in the department, each of which is separated by ten places with wooden boards. I am in the same room as Bo Sen.

If we were upset or tired, we would go to the balcony outside the lab to chat. Over the years, I have always had the habit of chatting with Person. The places and reasons for chatting may change, but the essence of chatting remains the same. We often mentioned Mingjing, and Bo Sen always told me to be proactive, but I was always hesitant. Once when I was preparing for the "Riverbed Evolution" exam, Bo Sen suddenly asked me a question: "If love is like picking up stones along the river, and you can only bend down to pick them up once, what would you do?" "That depends on whether it is going upstream or downstream of the river, because the rocks in the upstream are relatively large."

I thought for a while, and answered Person. "The problem is, you never know if you're going upstream or downstream." "That makes it hard to decide." "Cai Chong, you are this kind of person. So you won't have half a stone in your hand." "why?" "Because you always feel that the rock behind will be bigger, so naturally you won't waste the only chance. But when you find that the stone behind you is getting smaller and smaller, you are not reconciled.At last……" Pason paused, then continued, "In the end you wouldn't bend down to pick up rocks at all." "how about you?" "I pick it up as soon as I like it. In case there's a bigger rock in the back, I'll replace it." "But the rule is that you can only pick it up once." "Cai Chong, this is the biggest difference between me and you." Bo Sen looked at me and said earnestly: "You are always bound by many rules. But in the world of love, there are no rules at all." "what?" "Don't be bound by the rule that you can only pick up stones once, otherwise you will lose the chance to pick up stones." Bo Sen patted me on the shoulder, "Food bug. Don't hesitate to bend down, go pick up rocks." When I finally decided to bend down and prepare to pick up the stone Mingjing. The stone belonging to Tsuen suddenly appeared in front of my eyes.