Chapter 15 (15)

"There are two kinds of men, one is looking for all women in one woman, and the other is looking for one woman in all women." I teased Yang Hong in the letter, "Now my son is wandering between the two." I can't decide for a while, I hope Miss Xiaohong will make a decision!" As soon as the letter was sent away, I received a letter from Yang Hong, which contained a hand-woven yellow wristband, and I immediately put it on in ecstasy. "Cheng Xiaolou: Every time I receive a letter from you, I am both happy and angry. I am happy to know that everything is fine with you, and I feel comfortable. I am angry because it is better for you to be there. You have family and friends. I am happy. I’m so miserable here alone, this semester, I don’t know why, it’s a hell! The teacher of the color class, that old man always scolded me for not being able to do basic skills, and told me to make up for it, okay, I’ll make up for it! I bought a set of gouache for 30 yuan and put it in the studio, but I don’t know who stole it. I don’t know what to do next week. When my good friend Kitty went to fetch water, the thermos was suddenly fried I burned my beautiful legs, and now there is no one to talk to me. Not to mention, some girls in the same dormitory have started to make troubles these days, saying that too many boys have come to me and disturbed their studies! In short! I am bothered recently There are too many, I really can't support it, you just want to be here, I'm really messed up! By the way! I learned to weave the wristband for you, and it took me an entire night. Do you like it? Hurry up and write to me!"

In fact, I don’t blame the dead old man for scolding her. Yang Hong’s paintings are indeed not very good, and people are also of the very stable kind. Except for being cruel to me sometimes, they are basically not as neurotic as other girls. Friends don’t have high requirements for appearance. It doesn’t matter if you buy her something for her birthday or not. In fact, she would miss you more in private after buying something, but she never shows it on her face. She is too gritty. It makes her paintings without spirituality and vitality. If you ask her to draw a dog, she will draw a stupid dog. If you ask her to draw a cat, she will draw a stupid cat. So, I never let her draw me.

(Screen fades, black scene, voiceover: "You don't need to draw, you are already stupid!")