Chapter 9 postscript

i know you always loved me Qin Maomao In the summer of 2002, I met Xueman on the previous not-so-pretty Huayishang website.At that time, I was a little girl who liked to show off. When I saw a famous writer, I was a bit confused, so I tried my best to practice my words in the chat room with her, blowing out all kinds of words, and also accompanied by witty words. My kung fu was not in vain, as I practiced, it was too late for me to meet Xueman. The consequence of meeting each other late is that she entrusted me and my sister Deep Sea Fish with the chat room and forum. On the first day I became an administrator, I kicked her out, which seemed to break ground on Tai Sui.I feel remorseful for this.After I let her in again, she slapped me without hesitation.Beat me until I was completely out of shape, and then said triumphantly: Qin Maomao, you have to be more honest, hehe.

From then on, we began to love each other and never fought.It's kind of legendary. One afternoon in July 2003, on Nanmen Street in Zhenjiang. Sister Xueman kept holding my hand.We walked forward through the crowded and noisy crowd, through the continuous flow of vehicles, through the raging sun and flying dust. I remember we were going to a restaurant. That street was really too crowded, but sister Xueman pulled me gently, with a calm expression on her face.Everything around me was so strange to me, but when I was walking side by side with Xueman like this, I didn't feel the slightest restraint of being in a different place.

Later, Xueman said in an article describing the time we were together: When I held the cat's hand, I hope she can feel that I love her. In fact, when I saw that Xueman, who was as amazingly talented as the girls on the Internet, jumped to In reality, when I tilted my head and looked at me with a little joy and inquiry with clear childlike eyes, I knew that she loved me, and she has always loved me. On that day, sister Xueman, who wore two pigtails and wore orange strappy sandals, held my finger with her soft fingers, and we did not say a word. Walking from one end of the street to the other.In the evening sky, swollen and light clouds rise and fall over our heads.

And I noticed that she was always smiling. Later, during the summer vacation of 2003, Xueman began to write "Our Class". When writing was exhausted, she would come to the chat room and listen to my stories.I kept telling and telling, those stories came from the beginning of my youth, about them, bits and pieces, Xueman listened very attentively. Then the completely natural "Our Class" was freshly released. I saw some lively and lively children, the same as mine, but a little different.I thought to myself, Xueman is really a person who can listen to stories.After listening to the story, you will have your own more beautiful story, um, so amazing.

In fact, when I read her words on the Internet all day long, I knew that this is a magical person, she has a magical pen, and will create miracles one after another. Then the summer vacation is over, and then we start school. At the end of December, Xueman's birthday.It was with the fish, standing on the top floor of the teaching building at noon, looking at a large stretch of thin lawn below.Call Xueman.We took turns to make Xueman guess endlessly, who is the cat and who is the fish.When I was holding the phone, I heard Xueman's clanging laughter.It was loud, crisp, and unscrupulous, like a pile of washed dishes clattering to the floor.

My heart was filled with a kind of emotion. At the end of the first semester of my high school career, when the classmates I had just met were about to disperse, I suddenly heard Xueman’s familiar and kind voice, and imagined the slightly raised corners of her eyes when she smiled, and the soft breath flowing forever in her eyes . I suddenly felt the rush of time. Then the delicate plants downstairs blurred into a ball of heating in my sight, gurgling into my heart and hands. Xueman, oh Xueman, how touched you are to me. Xueman said melancholy in the epilogue of a novel that it has been half a year since the cat and the fish left Huayishang.Actually we don't.After the new year, the cat is eighteen. , even if one day we reach the age of eighty, we still will not forget what you said, sister Xueman,

Joint joints together, pain together, grow up together. Let's watch the changes of the years together, the world is full of chaos, and sing together from year to year, present and tomorrow. No matter how strangely the face and the years change. When I didn’t know Xueman, I would pat my thighs while reading her novels.Will sigh, oops!This person is really amazing, what he writes flows out like running water from a faucet, and he doesn't hesitate at all. Until I got to know Xueman, saw so many roses, Ding Xixi, Lin Mimiye, and Zhu Lili, and saw so many young girls performing on the road of youth, stumbled all the way, but was also happy experience and see a proud future where all is well for them.It was only when I saw that sister Xueman who had so much sustenance in her heart that I began to understand her a little bit.Understand her enthusiasm, it turns out to be the most beautiful expression of a woman to the world; understand her aura, it turns out to be the purest attachment to life of a child with love in his heart.

Xueman called and asked me to write a preface for her, and then I kept procrastinating for a week.This week I have been thinking, what kind of words should I use to describe my sister Xueman, so that she and all the children who love Xueman as if cherishing themselves are satisfied?I thought and thought, and finally handed in such a short and ugly article.I really hope that when I am her age, there will be a girl who is jealous of me as much as I am jealous of her, so jealous that she is so full of joy and jealous that she is desperate to be desperate, and she is still jealous with joy. Sometimes I feel like she's as old as me.Because her words understand me so well, because she has always been so eager to speak and express, and she is full of energy and spirit.She has written so many books, and so many people love her innocence and freshness, but she still bends down to smile at everyone, cherishes every child and wishes them happiness.

The touch she gave me, those moments, are also eternal. I want to tell her: I love her very much. I think she will definitely laugh, hahaha, like a child, and then scold me and say: Qin Maomao, you are so dead. She definitely will, hahaha.