Chapter 23 In the fourth part, I broke a glass of Maleso

The fourth part I have smashed a glass mug of Melissa (1) Where is your girlfriend, I asked. She went to France, he said. When you go to France, you will... my face pales. He's kind of embarrassed, ah, you know.He said, this man, sometimes, uh, sometimes... I hasten to say, I know, I know. She feels a lot like me, actually you know it's hard to find someone who feels like you... Congratulations, I said repeatedly. You're actually quite cute, K said. It's not just cute, I said, you can marry me. I saw K's eyes widen, and he cooperatively put on a look of surprise, really?

I am very sincere and serious, and said word by word: Really, I have Wang-fu-xiang. Melissa is not some kind of "sugar" or nourishment.It is a kind of sugar, which is covered with a thin layer of chocolate, and its main feature is that it is very sweet, which is not commensurate with its price.Four years ago, it cost two yuan and fifty cents a pack. This is the sweetest candy I have ever bought at the cheapest price.I love chocolate, so let's just treat it as chocolate.I have a great demand for sweet and greasy things like sugar and milk. I eat Myrisu very quickly, and I can solve a pack in ten minutes.For a long time, I almost thought that the taste of chocolate was actually similar to that of Melissa.

Four years ago, I had a guitarist and I lived with him and his girlfriend.In winter, he went to the bar to sing and work, earning 40 yuan. When he came back at night, he was very excited and bought four packs of Melissa, one pack for his girlfriend and three packs for me.None of them liked such sweet things, so they were all mine.In fact, my master only bought it for me alone.I remember that his face was red at that time, I don't know if it was excitement or the wind was too cold.He kept rubbing his hands together and grinning.I said why don't you buy gloves, and he said he was never afraid of the cold.I muttered about three hundred times that night: Buy four packs at once!In the end, he said impatiently, if you buy it, you will buy it, why are you so wordy!In fact, we have never had such a luxury in the future.

At night, the three of us sleep in one bed.He's on the inside, his girlfriend is in the middle, and I'm on the outside.After turning off the lights, I always heard him laughing foolishly alone, while his girlfriend muttered and pushed and shoved.I fell asleep heartlessly. When my master didn't live with his girlfriend, I suspected that they were doing something wrong.Finally one day, after hesitating for a long time, I asked hesitantly, you two, uh—are you living together? Now he couldn't take it anymore, he held it in for a long time before he could say a word: You, how could you ask such an obscene question?

I once had a boyfriend.Because he works in the company, he is "rich" in the legend of my precarious friends.I always take him to the supermarket with ulterior motives, like a bee around all kinds of chocolate.do you know?I've always wanted a big box of those chocolates wrapped in gold paper.In this way, you can share it with others, you can show off to your girlfriend in the same room, you can eat it for a long time, and you can keep the big box to show that you have owned this kind of chocolate.My boyfriend found out about this kind of mental activity, and he was going to buy it for me.But at critical moments, I was always very unpromising, worried that his money would be used up.In the end, my virtues overcame my selfish desires, just like when I refused my mother to buy me a violin when I was five years old, I also refused my boyfriend to buy me a large box of golden chocolates.Later, he wanted to break up with me, and I really regretted it very much.If I had known this, I would not only have asked him to buy a large box of chocolates at that time, but also asked him to buy them every day.And I will definitely save food and money, and save them bit by bit, so that I will not be afraid even if we break up, because I still have chocolate to eat slowly in the days to come.I have tried my best, but this kind of talent still comes too slowly——I should make a reserve plan as soon as possible.

When my boyfriend broke up with me, I didn't cry at first.I said, why did you break up with me!After I finished speaking, I found it funny again, why can't he break up with me?I said, you have to give me one hundred thousand dollars as youth compensation.But he wouldn't give it, even though he had promised it before.But he probably thought I was joking, just like I thought he wouldn't really break up with me.Then I cried, next to the vegetable market.Tears couldn't stop falling down, sobbing, which attracted many migrant workers to look at them.While I was crying, I was thinking about going to the library in a hurry to check the paper materials.While watching me cry, he thought about going back to work after lunch.

I am very busy. Although I can barely understand foreign language, I still need to take the GRE test; It can show that we Chinese women have been brave and tenacious since ancient times.It was too late for my dissertation to be completed, and the topic even seemed inconceivable to me. As for New Criticism, I had no idea what it was.I have had a headache about it for a long time, and I was almost on the verge of a nervous breakdown, and I still need to research its spread in China, and it was still in the 1930s and 1940s.The school of New Criticism has never been mentioned in the history of Chinese literary criticism, and no one remembers an old man named Richards.He came to China in 1929, but at that time there were no newspaper reports, the Internet had not yet been invented, and no one was pouring water on the BBS, so he was a bit untimely.The most terrible thing is that no one has ever written a paper on this topic. Finally, there is a research expert, but now he has gone to England. Moreover, his wife is the mistress writer who likes to fall in love with the history teacher.Therefore, I have no articles to copy at all.Therefore, I may not be able to write a graduation thesis, I may not be able to get a degree, and I may not be able to become an excellent scholar as my supervisor hopes.

Like others, my boyfriend thought that girls would write their boyfriends in the article, so he asked me to promise him one thing, if I broke up with him, he was not allowed to write him in my article.But he himself has no romantic affairs at all, how can I write it?Reminds me of my freshman boyfriend, who always thought I was alluding to him in my poems and kept pinching my arm in anger.Later, when he really didn't want me, I wrote a terrible article, signed his name and published it in the school newspaper.That article called for environmental protection. As a result, everyone who knew him said when he saw him, when did you become so environmentally friendly.People like him who think they are petty bourgeois are really angry, and they refuse to see me again for five years.Now I'm going to do the same thing with my boyfriend again.I belong to the kind of woman who is also a villain, and I will get revenge, which makes boys very pale.

The fourth part I have smashed a glass cup of Melissa (2) There are four girls in our house, all of them are very beautiful, one has no boyfriend, one failed in unrequited love with a boy, one has just been dumped by her boyfriend, and one is hesitating whether to dump her boyfriend.Now they pretend to be frustrated intellectuals like me, listen to Dupre's cello when listening to music, Zweig's when reading novels, "Veronica's Double Life" when watching DVDs, and say this is me when discussing boys The "model" you like (it's like talking about a phone model).On weekends, we have to gobble up the thirty-nine-yuan pizza all-you-can-eat, and visit IKEA in a fake way.

I don't like IKEA.Seeing so many cheap foreign goods piled up together makes people happy and despairing.The furniture inside is all pink and thin, like trendy young men and women living together, not like they have lived their entire lives.I like the cabinets in our house when I was a child, painted with dark red paint, squatting gloomyly in the corner.Because of the humidity for many years, the edge of the cabinet is always covered with white moths.Wipe it with a damp cloth or burn it with fire, and the bugs will go away, but after a few days, it will be the same as before: heavy furniture, white moths, rheumatic mother, and a thin little girl.In IKEA, I only see bright colors, lively and artificial.IKEA shows you how quickly and cheaply you can move into modern life.

Back to the subject of Melissa.Before I met my boyfriend, I only took Myrisol.With my boyfriend, I just eat chocolate.Now that my boyfriend is gone, on weekends, I still go to the supermarket alone to buy Mai Lisu.While eating Myrisu, I persuaded myself: First, Maluso is much cheaper than chocolate, and it is getting cheaper and cheaper. It used to be 2.5 yuan, then it became 2.3 yuan, and now it has dropped to 2 yuan; Second, the ingredients of Myrisu are much richer than chocolate, not only has the taste of chocolate, but also the taste of milk, sugar and wheat flour; Thirdly, Mai Lisu is crispier than chocolate, sweeter than chocolate, and chewier than chocolate. After thinking about it this way, I cheered myself up, and went to the library to look up new criticisms, and stayed from day to night.At this time, I thought of my master again. If he knew that I had been wandering around for so long and was only eating Melissa, he would definitely laugh at me, and he would definitely find out that the apprentice he thought was so talented turned out to be so stupid.My master is my best master. He has changed countless girlfriends but still purely worries about whether I can learn to play the guitar or fall in love with men. As I write this, it's like going back to adolescence, thinking about dying, about giving up the red boots, the brig, the stars, and the sea I want, dying clean and wanting nothing I don't care, just let others regret it (in fact, no one will regret it for me, except of course my parents, but this is not my purpose).But, Melisu, Melisu is a good thing, whenever I chew this sweet and instant candy, I forgive life, forgive myself, become tolerant and sloppy, and continue to live vigorously survived.You know, if you can't be willful in your own writing, you'd better be just right in life. From a little girl, I lived in this ivy-covered library for many years.I know that when I pin the pages of the book with my red hairpin, the teenager who once loved me will definitely not come to call my name.I know one day I have to get out of here.I don't know where I will be in the future.I don't want to be homeless, I hate emergencies, I hate the United States attacking Afghanistan on the night of being in love.Passing the artificial lawn in front of the library, I sometimes miss Kafka, just like missing a brother who has traveled far.He is so lonely and out of tune with the bright and bright youth of this school.And I, a self-righteous stupid woman, can only suddenly understand him after being so dull and so dull, condescending his name for my inexplicable articles. When I was in a daze in the library, I suddenly felt evil and wanted to hire a cheap killer to kill my boyfriend, so that it was too late for him to regret it.When the police came to interrogate me, they found that I was just an innocent girl sitting in the library every day. They thought I had no time or motive to commit crimes, so they had to let me go.And when I go to pay homage to my boyfriend's grave, I will cover my face and weep, talking to his ghost like Hamlet.I said, I'm sorry, I killed you, but I never thought of betraying you.He said kindly, no, Ah Fei, I don't blame you.I believe he will say that, because I believe he will not be willing to let me suffer endlessly in this world.It is because I believe too much that he will buy me chocolates that I can't eat in my life, so I never mentioned Melissa to him.I always thought that the excessive cheapness and sweetness of Mai Lisu could be easily forgotten (Mai Lisu also has its foreign name: My Likes, which looks rustic, funny and sad). My boyfriend is a nice boy, honest and trustworthy.Lost a cat as a kid and he cried for a week; I was a lot bigger than the cat in weight, so I figured he would be more upset.As sad as he was, he still refused to have me.You know what's deadly wrong with falling in love with a guy who's a good guy by word of mouth?If one day he doesn't want you, everyone will think it's your fault and you deserve it, and he will be justified, benevolent, and make you feel guilty for the rest of your life.So I advise everyone not to find a boyfriend who wears glasses, is well-educated, and likes literature, because they usually have unreasonably strong moral principles, and they must not read or read Andersen.He actually asked me for "feelings".I don't usually have a great sense of humor, but I still found it hilarious.He wants to have a relationship with a woman who can forget about Melisu as long as she has chocolate.I know if he sees me doing this here, he's going to be very pissed off, thinking my conscience is terribly broken. For feelings, my wish is always humble, but it is to take a boy's arm, take a leisurely walk in the school playground, or go to a huge supermarket to see the bustling eyes.At night, I occasionally walked through the school's gymnasium, and found that the corners were not full of students hugging and kissing like wolves and tigers as before.Where are they all gone?Maybe they rented a house and lived together.I can't help feeling that I will never be able to catch up: cohabitation is very good, why didn't I think of it back then. The man said, I don't want to live together. I laughed, what if I don't live together. He played it lightly and said, get married. I glanced at him and stopped talking. It's better to get married, come conservatively, but also come warmly. Let's get married. Let's get married.You can still continue to fantasize about the violin you gave up in childhood.Marry a stranger, enter into some kind of long-term relationship with a stranger with long, white fingers (forgive me for such a vulgar philistine complex).The desire was so strong that it almost choked me up.I have had this kind of impromptu thought countless times, for example, I used to want to cook white boiled noodles with my loved one in a bungalow in the countryside, for example, later I wanted to transform into a willful and willful dance under the dim light And the sad singing girl.However, I finally just applied a thin layer of powder on my face, sat upright opposite the stranger reservedly, and raised my glass before the coffee was completely cold. So, at midnight, the caretaker started yelling and closed the door—as usual, he hurried into the dormitory building with his skirts on his hands.Before she could let go of her long skirt, she heard the door slam shut behind her.The world full of material things and desires that I have been brooding about from the beginning to the end was finally shut out again.The lights in the hallway were already off.