Chapter 84 leisurely leisurely (6)

I was a terrible tour guide, and I took her all over the park, uphill and across bridges in the scorching sun until she was sweating profusely.Sitting on the bench, we talked about this.I joked that she must have been wanted by the Public Security Bureau and fled to Beijing, because the boys in the old school started killing each other.There are quite a few boys in the class who fell in love with her bitterly but to no avail, and tattooed her name on their bodies.I said that they have no hope even if they have their bodies chopped off.He also said that she couldn't wear sunglasses because her eyes were too big and the lenses couldn't cover them.Xiaoyun laughed again.Mom set a time for us, and then bought KFC and went back to the hospital.But we are way behind schedule.My mother later described that when she came to the park to find us, she saw a boy and a girl walking side by side.Ye Shuhua vomited, the weather this day was exceptionally good. "

As I write this, I still feel in a trance that the two of us are walking hand in hand.Freud once said: "There is no wrong memory in the world. If you remember it wrong, you just hope this is the way you want it, and you have fantasies." Back at the hospital, we ate KFC, and the movie channel was playing "God Is Crazy", Xiaoyun smiled and watched for a while, and I took the opportunity to take a few pictures of her with my camera. After Xiaoyun left, I excitedly went to get a small bag that she put on the table when she came. She didn't want me to see it when she was here.There is a stack of manuscript paper in the bag, which is an article titled "Ziyou in My Eyes".I'm already too familiar with this article, so I don't even have the energy to say it, not to mention that today (January 31, 2005) my platelets are only 3000, so I can't get too excited.I am very grateful to see Xiaoyun writing so earnestly. The article started like this: "I have always wanted to write about Ziyou for two reasons, because he wrote a lot about me, including essays, poems, The lyrics gave me the motivation to write him, and his unusualness formed many special images about him in my mind."

The following is the impression of me since the second year of junior high school. Those who want to know me must read this "introduction" article first. I don't remember some things.She also profiled and evaluated several other boys.The end of the article is like this: "Now Ziyou lives in the ward, he has his new life, for Ziyou, this is the beginning of a life, he has enough time to develop his personality, and also has plenty of time to adapt to everything. I wrote this article very "difficultly". I don't know how to "shape" Ziyou in the most practical and appropriate way. Most of the writing is from the perspective of Ziyou's funny character. This is his external performance and the most On the superficial side, I can only write at this level, and it is impossible to cover everything. The closer to the end, the harder it is to write, and I don’t know how to end it. I hope that the overall effect of this article is to let readers see a more comprehensive Ziyou, however, his ability is really limited. After all, it is the first time I have used so many pens and inks to describe a person. I tried my best to search for all the unusual words I know to describe the unusual Ziyou. "

Associating with me also improved Xiaoyun's writing skills, which is the benefit of making friends.I cherish it. On the evening of May 11th, when I was on the phone with Wang Zhao, he suddenly told me that under my influence, he also began to appreciate Xiaoyun, and thought she was really good.I couldn't help laughing to myself, Wang Zhao always said that I was depraved and advised me not to fall into the emotional whirlpool.But he is actually like this, he seems to have his own opinions, but in fact they often change.He also expressed his confusion to me, that is, when did Xiaoyun do her homework? She slept in class, read during evening self-study, and sent text messages when she returned to the dormitory.When I was in the China-Japan Friendship Hospital, there was another special experience to mention. Aunt Danyun with three heads and six arms brought her sister and her sister's daughter Anning, Mongolian singer Buren and her daughter Norman to see me.I specially took a shower and changed clothes to greet him, but I was overjoyed and my nosebleeds flowed wildly, so I could only lie on the bed obediently.Five guests came, and I took the initiative to shake hands with them one by one.My mother and I had heard Buren's song from a CD early on, and the soulful singing made my mother shed tears and couldn't control herself.That day, the singing of the father and daughter sang a grassland, which stretches and stretches. How can my small ward accommodate it?

Norman was in the first grade of junior high school. She was an extremely pure prairie girl who could write and sing her own songs. She was a "singer-songwriter" and belonged to the capable group.I asked her to compose my first lyrics, and she complied, but it's a pity that I still don't have the chance to appreciate it.Every time she sings, she has to stand up respectfully, with a serious face.An Ning is from the No. 4 Middle School. When she came, she was dressed in a very fashionable dress, and her jeans made her legs look very long.Everyone introduced her, one is that she was born in the United States, so her English is very good; the other is that she loves photography.In order to cooperate with this introduction, she did not say a word of Chinese from the beginning to the end, and she took the camera to take pictures everywhere. There was a constant "cracking" sound in the ward. When they were about to leave, I said to An Ning, "Have you lost your habit of taking pictures?"