Who can find me some good jokes about Guo Jingming?

I have never felt that I was a bad student, but it turns out that people's subjective consciousness cannot change objective existence, and this fatal fact is that I still failed the fourth level. I know if I don't make it this time next year I'm really screwed, I'm really screwed. The leaves kept falling under the tree, which made me very sad. Thinking about a grown man being sad about such nonsense makes me feel sick. When will this kind of life end? When I stood on the empty lawn of the school and watched the sunset, I vaguely remembered Uncle Lu Xun's famous sayings. I remember that when I was in middle school, I always memorized his articles, paragraph after paragraph. But I couldn’t get much in the exam, so I stopped memorizing it later. If I know that I still have to memorize it even if I don’t take the exam, wouldn’t I be stupid? But teachers all like stupid students, so my teacher’s evaluation of me when I graduated was just two words: surly. This is the most literate word I think he has used in the past three years. I remember that every time a girl at my desk recited Lu Xun, she would roll her eyes wildly and look like she was going to die. But every time she came to her senses very leisurely, which made me very nervous next to her, afraid that she would faint and the teacher would ask me. Carry her to the infirmary. My name is Gu Xiaobei, and my friends call me FOX. I live in Shanghai, the most prosperous and eccentric city in China, but I live like a primitive person. I work at sunrise and rest at sunset. Sometimes I don’t even work at sunrise. I skip classes every morning and escape with ease. When I wake up, I think of a reason to comfort myself. I comfort the teacher by the way and don't live too leisurely. I read foreign languages ??when I was in high school, I read the computer when I was studying foreign languages, and I slept when I was on the computer. Because my computer teacher is a genius. Although my computer knowledge is extremely poor, he still has a way to make the class even more poor. And the worst thing about him is that he calls his name once in class and then again in class. But just like the third lesson title of the English textbook, It changes nothing. I once saw a boy lowering his head and shouting "arrive" seven times, three of which were for girls in a high-pitched voice. I really wanted to pass out. My university relied on the support of the government to build the school like a royal garden. When a friend of mine from University F came to see me, he was stunned at the door. When I appeared in front of him, he patted me on the shoulder and said, boy, your school is It was really like Yingde Academy in Meteor Garden. Then he hooked my shoulder and drooled and said, I wonder if there is F4? I glared at him, and then told him, yes, there are many dormitories, and the top four people all failed, F4. My school is in the suburbs, so the tall and majestic white buildings in the school stand out compared to the surrounding gray low buildings. This university, which is said to be the largest in Shanghai, is indeed ridiculously big. The last four bus stops are the four gates of my school. Southeast, northwest. I poetically call it Qinglong, White Tiger, Xuanwu Suzaku. It looks like the ancient city of Xi'an. But the disgusting part is that I am not a Chinese major or a history major. I am engaged in film and television engineering. What I want to figure out is advanced mathematics and photoelectric physics, audio and video, camera editing, animation stunts and post-production. One of the main reasons that supports my survival is to stay in this major. One day I may become the new Wong Kar-Wai, because after all, only my current university in Shanghai has my major, and after I entered this major Before the institute, Wong Kar-wai came to give a lecture that was said to be very exciting and stream-of-consciousness. I am always confused about the latter adjective. How a speech can appear stream-of-consciousness was a question that puzzled me for a year during my freshman year. The dean of our college is the lovely old man who once influenced an entire generation of Chinese people and made earthquakes happen when he stamped his feet in the Chinese directing world. We call him Director Xie very affectionately, but only behind his back. We must behave obediently in front of the teachers. Thank you Dean. In our first week of school, Director Xie gave a report on studying hard and making progress every day in the most luxurious lecture hall in Building J, the most luxurious building in our school. I listened very attentively and even took notes - because my counselor caught me and asked me to take minutes of the meeting. Needless to say, there was coercion, but the inducement was that I could get extra credits, so I generously agreed. I am very good at business. of. At the end of the report, we watched Director Xie's classic film "The Opium War". I only remember the roar of the cannons. I thought the sound equipment here was really good.

There is only one road out of the north gate worth strolling around my school, so every night it is crowded with couples wandering out of school. Those boys always look for opportunities to take off their clothes on windy nights to wrap around the girl they just got. My friend, he said with a fierce look in his eyes while wrapping himself up, be careful not to freeze. After saying that, he laughed like an idiot, so stupid that it gave me stomach cramps. I was particularly disdainful, but Ah K was particularly touched. She always said with an intoxicated look on her face: "Look at how considerate these boys are. If you look at you again, you will know why you can't find a girlfriend." I always walked forward with a disdainful look on my face, putting my hands in my trouser pockets and saying without looking back: Girls nowadays just have no brains. They count the money and ship the goods after being sold. But I was so disdainful that it annoyed me, because it seemed like I really didn’t have a girlfriend. I asked Ah K if I was particularly ugly. You didn’t need to give me face to just tell me that I could hold on. Ah K said, no, your eyes are not very big but they are sunken, so you look very energetic, your nose is very high and straight, and your lips have a special arc when you smile, which makes you look very evil. A lot of girls are like this Love this smile. Is that because I'm too slovenly? Compared to girls, yes, but compared to other boys, you can be considered a mysophobia and it's quite serious. Does that mean I haven't arrived yet? I went to Longhua Temple to ask for a signature, but the more I asked, the more outrageous it became. Ah K rolled his eyes at me. I think about it, this question is quite silly, so I stopped asking it, and comforted myself by saying that a solitary life is pretty good. Didn’t Zhu Deyong say that one person is the most in when two people are out? My relationship with Ah K is like any bad soap opera. It was during my freshman year that I met her like a ghost on Monday morning, which I particularly hated. The special thing about Monday is that there is a flag-raising ceremony, a morning run and the first lecture on new social theories. There is absolutely no way to escape Monday under the triple insurance. In a semi-conscious state, I walked to the lecture hall on Building J and found a seat at the edge of the first three rows and sat down. I saw a piece of toilet paper on the table and used it to wipe the table. Later, Ah K came over to me and told me that she had occupied this seat, and the evidence was the piece of toilet paper, which she had put there in the morning to indicate that someone was occupied. So I sat on the steps of the corridor and listened to the report, taking notes while listening. After waiting, I stood up and found that my feet were numb, like an overdose of anesthesia after surgery. Half of the reasons why I gave up my seat was because I had no evidence to prove that she didn't put the piece of paper in there. The other half of the reason was because that day, Ah K looked unkempt and had swollen eyes. I know that people are very angry in this situation, and I dare not continue to argue with her for fear that she will kill me. The rabbit bites people when it is anxious, not to mention that the person in front of him is definitely much more dangerous than the rabbit. Because Ah K felt that my behavior was very gentlemanly that day, she decided to treat me to dinner. The next day, Ah K ordered a large table of dishes and I ate very hard because it was my meal card. After Ah K ordered the food, he suddenly realized that she didn't bring her wallet. I tried very hard to look at her expression, but in the end I still couldn't tell the authenticity of her "sudden discovery", so I could only take out my meal card and looked at the aunt in the cafeteria with great distress as I knocked it away. I'm close to a week's worth of food. The only comforting thing about that day was that the way Ah K appeared in front of me was like heaven and earth compared to last time. Girls still have to dress up. Suddenly I remembered what Zhu Deyong said, no woman is bold enough not to wear makeup, and for men, no man is bold enough to let his woman not wear makeup. Zhu Deyong is a great wise man in the city. It’s just that when my modern literature teacher found out that I read Zhu Deyong, he was very heartbroken and said how my aesthetic taste could be so low. I know that in his eyes I am a completely bad student. There are all kinds of things sold on the street in Beimen. I only think there is a store that sells CDs and posters that is particularly good. The money I spent there is enough to make me live a comfortable life. At least I won't be as depressed as I am now. . I covered my bedroom with posters, making it look like my home thousands of kilometers away. There are countless posters on the wall of my room at home. Similarly, the money I spent is enough for the two of me to live a comfortable life. It's just that I have never found the English version poster of "Dancer in the Dark". That poster was later discovered by me in the boys' dormitory of Shanghai International Studies University on National Day. At that time, I looked at the "dancerinthedark" on it and felt very depressed. I felt that the sage had said "Life is a collection of ten thousand jokes" is really a shining truth. But Ah K’s interests are much broader than mine.

From the latest women's clothing to the roujiamo on the roadside, from the hardcover version of CLAMP's "Clover" to rice bowls, she always acted like she saw a dinosaur and exclaimed "Ah, there is this". I was deeply stunned. When Ah K and I frequently walked on that road where we were tired of walking and it was disgusting, I always thought of "Street Angel", but I felt that there was no connection between the two. I am a boy who is not liked by girls, which is like a terminal illness in college. When I was in my junior year, the ugliest and most underappreciated boy in our class had the opportunity to act as a flower protector. Even though his flowers looked like grass to me, I still walked alone in the big garden every day with my shoulder bag on my shoulder. Wandering around the campus with his hands in his pockets, shaking his head and whistling. It’s not that I can’t sell, on the contrary, there were once a number of female graduate students from the liberal arts school who pursued me because they had seen some disgusting articles I had written and my face was not ugly and could even be said to be good-looking. But I politely refused. My only interest in them is that I urgently want to know how anyone in such a shabby school would want to be a graduate student in the Chinese Department. I guess they plan to continue to become Ph.D.s in the future. The people in my dormitory always advised me to make do with it. Sister-brother relationships are very popular these days. You see, Hong Kong is about to be turned upside down by love between siblings. It’s a love affair with a beautiful city. I looked at them and said to them, I might as well leave it to you. Then the guy who poked his head out from the upper bunk immediately retracted his head and stopped talking. His movements were as fast as if he was going to be beheaded if he was too slow. Some people also say that they already have a girlfriend and they need to be dedicated. Let me just say it, who doesn’t know you? It’s not that those female graduate students are not as good-looking as your girlfriends, otherwise you guys would fall out faster than cheating on exams and flipping through books. But those female graduate students grew up really abstract, so I suddenly told them the well-known joke that there are three types of people in the world: men, women, and female PhD students. But then this joke spread to the Faculty of Liberal Arts for some reason. As a result, two women cried, three women yelled at me for being shameless, and the remaining more girls continued to spread the incident. I had a moment of fame, or rather notoriety. In the days when I was infamous, Ah K was still very close to me. This made me particularly touched in my heart. But I still kept a straight face and leaned down to look her in the eyes, stretched out my index finger and shook it from side to side, telling her, don’t hang out with a scum like me all day long, be careful not to get married and no one will want you. She always shook her head and said, don't worry, someone wants it, I still have three boys chasing me. While talking, he was eating hot pot without even raising his head. I fully expected that she would look at me with tears in her eyes like those innocent little girls in TV dramas and say: In my heart, you have never been a scumbag. I was quite shocked. Ah K's habit of eating hot pot was brought out by me. I come from Sichuan. When I took my first bite of Shanghainese food in the school cafeteria, I felt depressed and wanted to chat with God, and this thought was very impulsive. I was crazy about hot sauce but it was still the same as the title of English Lesson 3, It changes nothing. Then I ate some hot sauce directly and found that the hot sauce was as sweet as ketchup. It’s just that the three Shanghainese people next to me were so frightened by me that they forgot to eat and kept looking at me as if they were watching ET. I was particularly depressed and told Ah K that there was once a Shanghainese who went to Sichuan to eat hot pot. She was particularly afraid of spicy food and ordered white pot, but in the end she drank four 1500ml bottles of Coke because that pot had just been made red. The pot is said to have not been cleaned. I wanted to use this story to express my disappointment with Shanghai Chili Peppers. Unfortunately, Ah K took this story as a joke, so she laughed up to the sky and said that the joke you told was really funny. I just kept my mouth shut, thinking that one day I would drag Ah K to Sichuan. Every Thursday afternoon I would go to the school's luxurious gymnasium to play badminton. I always asked someone from the School of Communication to accompany me to play because he had started practicing badminton in elementary school. It was quite difficult for me to play with him, which also made me quite happy. Otherwise, I would have thought that my racket worth more than 700 yuan was purely used as a decoration, because after playing once with other badminton players, I felt that I can beat them with my left hand. Every time I finish playing at five o'clock, Ah K will appear at the door of the gymnasium, holding Mirinda in his hand. I took it and opened it and drank. The sweat dripped down from my hair, which made Ah K very surprised, because for students like them who always skipped physical education classes, they had never seen such a way of sweating.

One time Ah K came in to watch me play, and then I asked her how she felt. She said she didn't feel anything but that her face looked murderous when she played. At first, I thought Ah K was very kind and always brought me water. Later, she shocked me and said that it was because she happened to have classes on Thursday afternoon in Building E next to the gymnasium. After hearing this, I felt that I was still not liked by girls. ——Although I never regarded Ah K as a girl. Ah K especially likes shopping and I am always the victim. I always tell her how much homework I haven’t done and how many books I haven’t read, but it’s still like the title of the third lesson in English, It changes nothing. Once I threatened her that I would not be able to pass level 4 if I didn’t read the book. She looked at me confused and said, you can’t pass even if you read the book. I was extremely upset after hearing this. I said that even if it is the truth, you should not tell it so directly. After all, I am also a flower of the motherland. Then I said in a very hypocritical and disgusting way: I will die of haggardness. I wanted to disgust her, but she didn't react at all, but I was so disgusted. When AK goes shopping, she always likes to put her mobile phone, wallet, keys, etc. on me. She thinks it’s troublesome. And she has a lot of phone calls, so I always take out my phone from my pocket and hand it to her and then take it back and put it back in my pocket, which is so stupid. Ah K would always get very excited and dance every time he passed by a beautiful billboard. Because Ah K’s dream was to do advertising. After hearing this, something suddenly trembled in my heart, like an inadvertent twitch in my sleep. I didn't tell Ah K that that was also my ideal. For a while, I was forced by Ah K to memorize level 4 vocabulary, which made me feel that the world was dark. I would be woken up by her phone call at 6 o'clock every morning, and then I would hear her telling me on the phone, "It is English time, please sit down at the desk and open the book." The phone calls for three consecutive days made the whole dormitory want to kill me, so I had to get up early every morning and call her quietly to tell her that I had started to memorize vocabulary and not to call her. Because the window in front of my desk faced the east, I became the person who saw the most sunrises in the school during that month. I found that the sky in the morning was really beautiful, which I had never noticed before. Autumn in Shanghai comes very strangely. Summer always stretches to an end and then suddenly falls into late autumn. The temperature suddenly drops, and the leaves fall together as if they have made an appointment. It is an atmosphere that extremely satisfies the needs of lovers. It also satisfied me. When I was a child, I grew up in Sichuan. Sichuan is full of evergreen trees all year round, and they will not shed their leaves even if they are beaten to death. During the New Year, when the snow falls, everything is green and green, which makes the elderly lament that there is no one in the world who has the same problem. Why do some things never grow old and others fade into the afterglow in an instant? My grandma said this to me. When I stood in the school and watched the sycamore leaves falling one by one, I felt that the world was still very beautiful and worthy of belief. In Ah K’s words, it was “well worth living happily.” In this way, I stood in this empty university and watched the fallen leaves in autumn three times. I spent three years in a daze, and everything seemed to be like a dream. And it was a long and dull dream. A dream lasts for three or four years. Ah K and I turned from 19 to 21, and Ah K said to me more and more frequently, "I'm too old." The strange thing is that Ah K and I have always maintained a good relationship, which makes many people around me feel incredible and unbelievable. But I never defended myself, and neither did Ah K. In this way, we went from teenagers to adults in our twenties. My chin began to have a layer of cyan left by shaving, and Ah K also had his first dance at the first dance of his junior year. Once she put on a dress and danced the first dance with me who was wearing denim pants and sneakers. At that time, she was shaking with laughter and I was so embarrassed that I had to look blank. Ah K said that my fierce look was pretty cool. But I was still a child. When I walked across the lawn with my shoulder bag on my back, I would still put my hands in my pockets to watch the sunset. I would still be laughed at mercilessly in the swimming pool by Ah K, who started learning to swim at a young age. I would still stand on the leafless tree. Below, he squinted his eyes and smiled, still playing badminton in the gym with a murderous attitude. Ah K gave me a pair of gloves on my birthday. My birthday was June 6th. The sun was shining brightly. I took the gloves and didn’t know where to put them. I was riding on the bike and wanted to fall over. It is said that you are really good at giving things back, but the most practical thing has lost all its value due to you giving it away.

Ah K said that I was going to give this glove to you last year, but do you believe it? It took me a year to wear it. I took it apart and took it apart. I am not tired. The people in the dormitory looked at it and were so tired that they fell down. I can't stand screaming in bed. It's not complicated to heat up those fingers. Why don't you try it? I said forget it, who has the time? I pointed to the back seat of my bicycle and said, come on, I will take you for a ride as a thank you. When Ah K celebrated her birthday, I gave her a bracelet. Ah K was very considerate of me and wore it on my hand every day. I spent a Valentine's Day with Ah K. We went to Century Park and screamed in front of the huge fountain. We rented a tandem bicycle and rushed into the woods and knocked a tree crooked. When we were tired, we searched everywhere. I sat on a chair but couldn't find any place to drink water when I sat down. I finally found it and drank a lot. Then I had to find the toilet as hard as I was looking for a place that sells water. During a National Day holiday, we watched the fireworks together in Pudong, then came back and walked to Xujiahui from People’s Square, and then waited in the subway station for the earliest subway to return to school. While waiting for an hour, we woke up the guard on duty and chatted with him. We felt so familiar that we had known him for thousands of years. After returning home, I slept from dawn to dusk. Ah K told me, a person who has never read foreign novels, how soul-stirring "Wuthering Heights" was, and I told her how uncanny Nalan Xingde's lyrics were. Whenever the school has a long vacation and I don’t go home, Ah K and I like to take out a map of China and look through it, and then point out where we want to go. Anyway, it doesn’t take much time to talk about it. Effort costs nothing. And when the holiday actually comes, it’s time to pass the time by sleeping from morning to night. I acted like an elder and said how could girls be so lazy. She said it was nothing, it was almost a woman anyway. Look at Shanghai, there are sleepy women running around in pajamas everywhere. I just started work early. The carving knife of time still leaves traces on my body. Ah K said that as we get older, the carving knife will leave traces from the heart to the face, so the tortuous scars in the heart will change the moment we suddenly grow old. become indelible wrinkles on our faces. Sometimes I would suddenly feel depressed and look at Ah K speechless. In our junior year, Ah K and I started to develop a habit of walking from the north gate to the south gate and then back again late at night when there were few people around. Sometimes the wind would be very strong. I would not take off my clothes and give them to her like those boys because I thought that would be very artificial. Instead, I would consciously walk quietly in front of her to block the black wind in the dark night. When winter was about to begin, I was busy writing and had no time to take care of my hair, so my hair became extremely long and tangled. When the wind blew, it flew up like a hero in a martial arts movie. At the time when my hair was growing crazy, a guy in our dormitory with hair so curly that he could be a lawyer was crazy about falling in love. He fell in love three times in one week, which made me extremely disdainful of his views on love. His name was VAN. VAN's family is very rich. I don't know what movable or real estate he owns. I only know that wherever he wants to go, a car will park in front of him after just one phone call, and a driver in a black suit will open the door for him. But that kid is kind-hearted and doesn't have all the shortcomings of other playboys. The things I wrote the most during that time were my new novel and the love letters I wrote for VAN, which later made me think I was a lover. One day, as usual, VAN took me to see a girl he had just set his sights on and was about to take action. I slowly swayed behind his buttocks. When we walked to the tree-lined avenue of the school, VAN stopped and smiled at me, pointing. A girl in front of me told me it was her. When I saw the girl clearly, I stood there dumbfounded for a minute, and then suddenly said to him like I was out of body, no problem. That girl is Ah K. I think the love letter I wrote to Ah K was the most painful one I have ever written. I can't write like I did before. I met you on a morning when you came and left me with the fragrance of cherry blossoms. That would make me laugh to death. Later, I forgot how the love letter was written. I only remember that I finally finished it one night after drinking all the coffee, and then fell on the bed and slept until dawn. Then I get up, brush my teeth, wash my face, go to the bathroom, and pick up my schoolbag to go to class. Three days later, VAN wanted to treat me to dinner. He said he had found a girl. At that time, the cup in my hand suddenly dropped and the whole cup of water spread on the floor, which was very ugly. VAN said you don't have to be so surprised. So I nodded, thought about it, and said to VAN, please treat me to hot pot.

On the day we had hot pot, Ah K was late, and I said to her as viciously as before: Girls are trouble. I suddenly realized that Ah K was already VAN's girlfriend, so I was very embarrassed. I don’t remember much about that night because I drank a lot, but what I do remember is that I threw up a lot that night and had a splitting headache the next morning. My roommate told me that I cried quietly and dullly that night, but I didn't remember crying. The next day after I finished my physical education class, I met Ah K at the entrance of the gymnasium. She handed over the Mirinda she was holding in her hand. I didn’t take it to drink. I stood in front of her without saying a word. Ah K’s hand was stretched out in the air, which was embarrassing, but I seemed to be angry and didn’t know why I just didn’t take it. Ah K said, I have a boyfriend. I said, yes, VAN, that’s great. Ah K said, you don’t have any reaction? I said, how am I going to react? Should I prepare a banquet for you with gongs and drums, or should I say with snot and tears that I can’t let you go, but don’t leave? Ah K sighed and said that’s just the way you are. I just want to tell you that I don’t have that much time to spend with you anymore. Don’t always walk around alone with your bag on your back. Don’t always stand under the tree and look at the fallen leaves alone. Also, be gentle to girls and don't be alone all the time. When you meet a good girl, chase her. You can't ask girls to take the initiative to chase you. I said forget it. I can't die after being like this for three years. You should take good care of your boyfriend. Ah K said, I just want to tell you that I don’t have that much time to spend with you, so you can live well by yourself. Then I smiled, with the same disdainful expression. Watching Ah K turn around and walk away, leaves falling one after another behind her, I felt my nose was so sore. Ah K turned to me and said, you should learn to write more love letters in the future, girls still like to be praised. I suddenly wanted to tell Ah K that I wrote that love letter, but that would make me feel disgusting. I opened my mouth and said, "Look, the weather is still so hot. Winter won't come." But the next day it started to cool down. I caught a cold and walked around school for three days wearing thick clothes, a hat, and a thick scarf. I looked very stupid. During those three days, Ah K asked VAN to deliver medicine to me several times, but I left it there without taking it. Then my cold suddenly went away, just as suddenly as I got sick. After I got sick, I rarely saw Ah K. Sometimes I would see her next to VAN in a very far place, wearing red clothes, and very red colors would jump out in random places. Jump. Occasionally, I would see VAN carrying her on a bicycle. She sat on the front bumper of VAN, her hair blown up by the wind and hitting VAN's face. I suddenly remembered that VAN was dismantling the back seat of his bicycle downstairs one night. I asked him why he removed the back seat and he said it was so that K could sit on his front bumper. This is called shortening the distance. I suddenly remembered that there was a time when Ah K always asked me to use my car to drive her around, and I went to install a back seat for my car. Sometimes I would see VAN and Ah K in the cafeteria. When I walked past them, I would hit VAN on the shoulder and then hit Ah K on the head, but Ah K would always hit him back. Then I said goodbye to them with a big smile. When I turn around, I will remember the time when Ah K and I ate 100 yuan for a meal and 3 yuan for a meal in the cafeteria. Eventually, Ah K and I were so unfamiliar that we only met each other to say hello, and then hurriedly walked past each other. Finally one day, when I walked past Ah K, she didn’t see me. I think this may be forgetfulness. At the corner of that intersection, ** was speechless on the wall. Winter is still coming. The winter in Shanghai is dry and cold. There are cuts on my lips, and blood will flow out occasionally when I smile. I also went to the school supermarket to buy men's lipstick, but I couldn't find it. Later I saw VAN wearing lipstick. His lips were very moisturized and had no cracks at all. At the beginning of the new semester, I went to choose courses and looked up my courses. After that, I was bored and entered Ah K’s student ID number and saw her previous class schedule. It turned out that she had no classes in Building E on Thursday afternoon. I suddenly remembered the way she used to wait for me at the entrance of the gymnasium every Thursday afternoon. The wind blew past her, and her long hair flew in the wind. I stared at the screen for a long time without making a sound. I finally put on the gloves that Ah K gave me, and the wind didn’t hit my hands at all while riding. This is also the first winter where I don’t have frostbite on my fingers. But I don’t know whether Ah K still wears the bracelet I gave her. I was still wandering around the school alone, looking at the bare tree trunks and the fallen leaves on the ground.

Occasionally I look up at the sky and smile. My hair finally became very long, and girls from the liberal arts college continued to write me love letters. On Christmas night, I saw Ah K at the dance. She was wearing the dress she wore for the first time. Every time she looked over, I didn't even dare to look at her, so I quietly left the noisy dance. In fact, I really wanted to stay there and see if she was wearing the bracelet I gave her. But I don't even have the courage to look at her. I'm afraid that she won't be happy, but I will feel sad if she is too happy. I felt disgusted by myself like this, so I turned up the collar of my windbreaker and walked out of the door. That night I went out and was driving around the city on a bus. At a certain street intersection and in front of a certain red light, I saw VAN and Ah K’s face on the bus next to me through the glass. I knew it was VAN. Send Ah K home. I was just thinking, why doesn't VAN use his luxury car? I closed my eyes, but the faces of Ah K and VAN still appeared in front of me, but later it was like a glass window in winter, with layers of fog rising in the cold morning, and it was so dense that I could no longer see clearly. ** fell asleep deeply on the glass window. Don't want to wake up again. I suddenly remembered that I had sent Ah K home on weekends before. Ah K always leaned on my shoulder on the bus and always complained that my shoulders were too thin and the bones clenched making me uncomfortable. And I always think of the sentence I saw: "My final stop is always your next stop/Go to sleep quickly and lean on my back gently/These are the farewells you have long been accustomed to/You have always thought Below is my terminal station/I am waiting for the last return subway at the last exit. And at the end of this winter, I finally learned Ah K’s full name, kid, kid. Because I know you are a child who worries easily, so I put the thread in your hands, but I don’t dare to fly too far. No matter if I fly with the wind to the clouds, I hope you can see it. Even if I occasionally get lost because of my fun. I also know that you are waiting for me to go home during the Chinese New Year, and the train rumbles for 36 hours. During the New Year, I went to many dinner parties and went to many relatives’ houses. Even though I was 21 years old, I still asked for a lot of red envelopes. I was talking to others about making a lot of money. I finally ate the very spicy Sichuan food again. While eating, I thought of Ah K. I suddenly raised my head in the gap between glasses of wine. For a moment, in a daze, I vaguely saw her appearance when we first met. He was still awake with his hair down and his eyes half open. I suddenly burst into laughter at the table and choked on the chili that made me shed a lot of tears. I wore that pair of gloves and rode around in the city where I grew up. I went to my junior high school and my high school, playing on a small court and sweating profusely. When the New Year rang, I wore a thick white down jacket and the gloves given to me by Ah K. I held my hands in my mouth and blew out big clouds of white air, and stayed on the balcony of my room to watch the fireworks. I suddenly remembered the dazzling fireworks in Pudong, which exploded and disappeared in the black sky. The firelight scattered and fell, and Ah K smiled innocently beside me. I faced Shanghai, thousands of kilometers away, and the brightly lit city, and for a moment I forgot how to speak. When I was silent, a text message suddenly came in. I opened it, and Ah K said, I am in Pudong now, and the fireworks in Shanghai are so beautiful. I took the phone and dialed Ah K. When I heard her voice, I forgot what I was going to say. I heard the sound of Berlioz's Fantasia coming from her phone. I said, Ah K, I have passed CET-4. Then I heard Ah K suddenly cry on the phone, very quietly at first, and then the more he cried, the sadder he became. I stood on the balcony, and my heart sank with panic. Ah K cried and said, "What should I do? I suddenly can't remember your face." …………