Chapter 26 Chapter 25

The legend of the movie Forrest Gump: "Life is like a box of chocolates. You never know what you're gonna get." Life is like a box of chocolates, you never know what flavor you will get. Movies always contain a lot of classic quotes, trying to teach us that we should look at life with wider eyes, waiting to become our motto. But we only praise the soul-stirring and meaningful meaning of these giants on the surface, but we can only truly embrace it in one way: boldly exchange our lives as chips, and happily push to God. Our hearts can be as sharp as iron, yet remain soft enough to accept an unexpected landing at any time.

At the end of 1999, I read a lot of miscellaneous books, and I successfully passed the written examination of Sociology Research at Qing University. When it came to the oral exam, I needed a "sociology-related work" for the professors to review, but I was studying management science before, not an undergraduate in the Department of Sociology, so I encountered difficulties in preparing for the oral exam. What to do?I thought and thought, instead of vaguely writing a short essay that doesn't go anywhere, it's better to write something interesting.That's right, shouldn't the professors in the Institute of Sociology be very smart and funny?

So I wrote the first novel in my life—the first six chapters of "Fear Bomb", which was claimed to be of sociological significance, and it was used as an academic paper.The content of this novel is about a college student who wakes up early in the morning and finds that all the symbols in the surrounding environment, such as sound, language, and text, have lost their original meaning. So in the endless cycle of anxiety, the possibility of symbolic belonging is reaffirmed.It is a horror science fiction novel with the flavor of Junji Ito. The more I wrote, the more I got more experience, and I couldn't extricate myself. I also noted on the materials that this is a series of stories with sociological awareness, called urban terror disease. Publication plan.

On the day of the oral exam, the professors couldn't figure it out and snickered at me one by one.I don't know if I felt the humor in the novel "Fear Bomb", or I got fleas on my body that day. "Student Ke, are you serious about handing in these pages of novels?" A professor looked at me thoughtfully. "It's so beautiful! Although this novel has not been finished yet, I can already see the potential of sociological significance. I find it really interesting to practice sociology in the creation of novels..." I explained eloquently. "Wait, you listed a lot of publishing plans, do you have relevant experience before?" Fat Professor questioned.

"No. But my motto in life is: If you risk nothing then you risk anything. If you risk nothing, you risk everything." I gave a thumbs up confidently. "So?" The professor raised his legs. "I feel that as long as I don't give up the ideal of novel creation, the publishing plan will be realized sooner or later." I smiled. So, I failed. For many years I could no longer recall the full text of that motto. Phone. "So, you're going to be a soldier?" Shen Jiayi asked. "No, I have more important things, and I must finish them first." I vowed.

"What?" she was surprised. "It may become something in my life. It's a great thing." I looked at the unfinished novel that had just been posted on the Internet on the computer screen. I decided to defer graduation for a year. After I studied Natural Science for Li Xiaohua, and Management Science at Jiaotong University because of Shen Jiayi, my life was derailed again when I re-entered the graduate school. This time, there was no one telling me what to do, but some kind of inner calling. I rented an old house on the third floor from the parent group of tutoring students at a dream price of 2,000 yuan per month including water and electricity. The owner of the old house is a female monk who often travels around the world. Former residence enchantment.

In this super-cheap rental house, I fell in love with writing novels. Not only did I finish the 100,000-word "Fear Bomb" that I didn't finish, but I also wrote several novellas along the way, such as "Phallic Forest", "Refrigerator", until the next year's graduate school exam was almost on my head, I hurriedly picked up the book and gnawed madly, but couldn't help but secretly wrote the novel "Dream" in the middle of the night. The moment "Different Dream" was completed, my tears burst into tears.I know that in a sense, I have confirmed the "connection" between myself and the creation of novels, which is completed through emotion and words.

Since then, I have had an extremely important bond with novels. Through the creation of novels, I can precisely disassemble and combine many things I want to express in the text storyboard, and present them on the public network, so as to "connect" with more people on the earth. It was a desire I could no longer restrain. I finally have my, real dream: to be the king of stories. The umbilical cord that pours nutrients between the creator and the story is filled with a lot of self.Fragmentary, complete: conscious, unconscious; performative, missionary. And I wrote my feelings for Shen Jiayi bit by bit into novels and other stories, and I even embedded the names of many friends in several stories to commemorate.And I know that one day I will put the youth between our good friends and Shen Jiayi in one of the most important novels.

This novel will no longer be a novel, but a good-looking real record.As you can see. Some people say that whether a person's life is good or bad depends on his consciousness when he swallows his last breath, as if the ending is everything, and the past is irrelevant.When it comes to the creation of novels, I agree with this statement to a certain extent - the soul-stirring ending can add soft and strong wings to the story, leading 10,000 hearts to soar at the last moment. I am used to relying on my insight into the ending of the story to deduce a tense ending, the various elements required, and even the rhythm of the story link... For example, who needs to say what to foreshadow, who does what Will affect the protagonist's decision and so on.

But this youth record, because I hope to be full of the most authentic atmosphere, because of the lack of an ending, I can't see this story "how to breathe", so it has been delayed. Six years have passed since I created my own novel. We have known each other since middle school, and we have been fighting each other for almost sixteen years. Life is impermanent, my most respectable rival in love, Ah He, his girlfriend who has been in love with him for seven years, unfortunately passed away in a car accident.Ah He has never had a new girlfriend. After graduating from the research institute, he became a sales representative of Zhongke with tens of millions of orders.

Liao Yinghong, who has been framed by me, passed the special librarian exam before enlisting in the army, and will be discharged from the army next month.After defrauding Hu, he continued to ups and downs on the channel of love, but he never gave up finding "that one person" in his life. Xie Mengxue, who developed steadily with his vegetarian girlfriend, became a dentist. Since I often framed him in the past, I never pulled out my teeth in his clinic.I don't want to hear "What? You need an anesthesia? Men don't need that!" shitty dialogue. Xu Bochun, whose English is not good, took a big adventure and decided to go to the United States to study for a master's degree in engineering and commit suicide.Before Xu Bochun's departure, we bought a bottle of 1990 red wine, symbolizing everyone we met in 1990, and we drank it happily. It was only at the last moment that it was announced that Yang Zeyu, who had also confessed to Shen Jiayi, would also go to the United States to study for a doctorate next year, and would change hands with Xu Bochun, who was about to return to Taiwan. Du Xinxian, who has always liked Shen Jiayi in the most shy way, went to Nangang to work as a programmer. He was admitted to the research institute, finished his military service, and found a good job. He never invited guests. I hope he can reflect on this novel when he reads it. Lao Cao, who was always scratching his itch, went to Tsinghua University to study for a master's degree after working for a year.Xu Zhizhang moved, and the magical yard where everyone met to play after school only existed as a memory.The weird Zhang Jiaxun finally gave up pestering Shen Jiayi and made a girlfriend.Li Fengming, who was born in the same year and the same day as me, broke up with the girl he liked at Xinyuanxing, and planned to inherit the family business.Lai Yanxiang, who has not shot a pistol for 27 years, has no intention of shooting a gun. Recently, he is practicing magic to pick up girls (don't be stupid!). Everyone took off. A few months ago, Shen Jiayi, a primary school teacher, called me. "Writer Ke, how are you doing recently?" Her voice was long gone. "It's so miserable, Shaggy Dog broke up with me. What's the matter? Do you want to chase me again?" I was lazy. She froze for a moment, then laughed out loud. "I'm afraid it won't work this time." She said quietly. "Missed my words again, the next time is..." Before I finished speaking, I picked my nose. "June." She said. "?" "June, I'm getting married," she announced. I smile. I really want to give her a hug. Then give the groom I don't know, a gutsy butt thrust. "The groom...should be a man who is many years older than you?" I guessed. "Hey, how do you know!" Shen Jiayi was taken aback. "I guess you can't stand naive boys anymore." I laughed. She retorted with a smile, and I responded enthusiastically.Seven years ago, I could never have imagined such a picture. The groom is eight years older than Shen Jiayi, and he is a typical middle-aged man with a successful career.Shen Jiayi has always been much more mature than girls of the same age, it seems that she is perfect for it. My beloved girl is about to spread her wings.