Seeking the Complete Edition of Jing M.Guo's Novel Thirty-four Years' Dream

I never feel that I am a poor student, but it turns out that people's subjective consciousness can't change the objective existence. The fatal fact is that I still failed in Band 4. I know, if I can't do it by this time next year, I'm really finished, really finished. Leaves keep falling under the tree, which makes me sad. I feel sick when a big man is sad about this shit.

When will this life end? When I stood on the open lawn of the school and watched the sunset, I vaguely remembered Uncle Lu Xun's famous words. I remember when I was in middle school, I used to recite his articles in large paragraphs. But I didn't take many exams, so I stopped memorizing them later. I know it's silly to recite even if I don't take the exam. But the teacher likes stupid students, so when I graduated, the teacher gave me two words: surly This is the most cultured sentence I think he has used in the past three years. I remember that a girl at my deskmate would roll her eyes as if she were going to die every time she recited Lu Xun, but every time she came to her senses leisurely, which made me nervous and afraid that she would faint. The teacher asked me to take her to the infirmary.

My name is Gu Xiaobei, and my friends call me Fox.

I live in Shanghai, the most prosperous and bizarre city in China, but I live like a primitive man. Do it at sunrise, rest at sunset, and sometimes don't even do it at sunrise. I'm used to skipping classes every morning. After waking up, I thought of a reason to comfort myself, to comfort my teacher, and not to be too leisurely.

I watch foreign languages when I am in senior three, watch computers when I am in a foreign language, and sleep when I am in a computer. Because my computer teacher is a genius, although my computer knowledge is extremely poor, he just has a way to make the class worse. And the worst thing about him is to call his name once in class and once in class. But just like the title of the third lesson in English textbooks, nothing changes. I once saw a boy shouting "here" with his head down seven times, three of which were girls. I really want to faint.

With the support of the government, my university built the school like a royal garden. A friend of mine from F University was dumbfounded at the door when he came to look for it. When I appeared in front of him, he patted me on the shoulder and said, boy, your school is really like Yingde College in Meteor Garden. Then he hooked my shoulder and drooled and said, I wonder if there is F4?

I stared at him and told him, yes, there are many dorms, and all four people failed, F4.

My school is in the suburbs, so the tall and magnificent white buildings of the school stand out from the crowd compared with the low gray buildings around. This so-called largest university in Shanghai is indeed ridiculously large. The last four stops of the bus are the four gates of my school. Southeast, northwest. I poetically call it Qinglong Baihu Xuanwu Suzaku. It looks like the ancient city of Xi. But what's disgusting is that I'm not a Chinese major or a history major. I am engaged in film and television engineering. What I want to know is advanced mathematics and photoelectric physics, audio and video, video editing, animation stunts and post-production. One of the most important reasons why I am alive 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 before I entered this college, Wong Kar-wai gave a lecture that was said to be wonderful and stream of consciousness. I'm always confused about the latter adjective. How to express the stream of consciousness in my speech is a problem that puzzled me for a year in my freshman year.

The dean of our college is the lovely old man who once influenced a whole generation in China. The earthquake happened when he stamped his foot in the director's circle in China. We affectionately called him Xie Dao, but that was only behind his back. We must obediently thank the dean in front of the teacher. In the first week of our school, Xie Dao made a report on studying hard and making progress every day in the most luxurious lecture hall of J building in our school. I listened attentively and took notes-because my counselor caught me and asked me to take minutes of the meeting. Needless to say, the incentive was that I could add credits, so I generously agreed. I am good at business. At the end of the report, we watched Xie Dao's classic film The Opium War. All I remember is the rumbling of guns. I think the sound equipment here is really good.

There is only one road around my school that is worth taking from the north gate, so every night it is crowded with couples wandering out of school. Those boys always look for opportunities to take off their clothes and wrap their newly acquired girlfriends around them on windy nights, showing evil eyes while wrapping them. Don't freeze. Say that finish silly hey hey smile, silly let me see the stomach cramps.

I am particularly disdainful, but a K is particularly moved. She always said with a intoxicated face, you can see why you can't find a girlfriend when you see how considerate a boy is. I always walk forward disdainfully, put my hand in my trouser pocket, and say without looking back: nowadays girls just have no brains, and they still count money to add goods when they sell them.

But I hate to despise myself, because it seems that I really don't have a girlfriend.

I asked k if I was particularly ugly? You don't have to give me face to say that I can hold on.

K said, no, your eyes are not very big, but they are concave, so they look amazing. Your nose is very high and straight, and your lips will have a special curvature when you smile, which makes you look particularly evil. A large group of girls like this kind of smile.

Is it because I am careless?

Compared with girls, yes, but compared with other boys, you can be regarded as a neat freak, which is quite serious

Is that because my karma hasn't arrived yet?

Go to Longhua Temple to get a visa. The more you ask, the more ridiculous it is. K rolled his eyes at me.

I think so too. This question is silly, so I won't ask it. I consoled myself that living alone was good. Didn't Zhu Deyong say that two people are the most in-depth at present?

K and I know each other like all bad soap operas. It was my freshman year, and I met her like a ghost on Monday morning, which I particularly hated.

Monday was special because there was a flag-raising ceremony, a morning run and the first lecture on new social theory. There is absolutely no escape on Monday under triple insurance. In a semi-coma state, I touched the lecture hall in J building and found a seat at the end of the first three rows. I saw a piece of toilet paper on the table, so I used it to wipe it. Later, a K came to me and told me that this seat was occupied by her. The evidence is toilet paper. She put it there in the morning to show that someone was there.

So I sat on the steps of the aisle listening to the report and taking notes while listening. After that, I stood up and found my feet as numb as an anesthetic overdose after surgery. I gave in partly because I had no evidence to prove that she didn't put the paper, and partly because K was unkempt that day and his eyes were swollen, and he didn't look like a ghost. At first glance, he seems to be short of sleep. I know people are very angry in this situation, and I dare not continue to argue with her for fear that she will cut me with a knife. Rabbits bite when they are in a hurry, what's more, this person is definitely more dangerous than rabbits.

K decided to invite me to dinner because she thought I was a gentleman that day. The next day, K ordered a big table of dishes. I ate very hard because that was my meal card. When I ordered a good dish at K, I suddenly found that my wallet was gone. I tried very hard to see her face clearly, but in the end I couldn't tell the truth of her "sudden discovery", so I had to admit that I was unlucky and took out my meal card to watch my aunt cancel the meal for nearly a week.

The only comfort that day was that K appeared in front of me. Compared with last time, it can be said that it is made in heaven and earth. Girls still have to dress up. It suddenly occurred to me that Zhu Deyong said that no woman dares not to wear makeup, but for men, no man dares to let his woman not wear makeup.

Zhu Deyong is a wise man in this city.

It's just that my modern literature teacher knew that I was very sad when I was watching Zhu Deyong, and said that my aesthetic taste was so low.

I know that in his eyes, I am an out-and-out poor student.

There are all kinds of things in the street at the north gate. I just think there is a store that sells CDs and posters, and the money I spend in it is enough to make me live well, at least not as miserable as it is now. I put posters all over my dormitory to make it look like my home thousands of kilometers away. There are countless posters on the wall of my house and room. Similarly, I spent enough money to make both of us live quite well. It's just that I haven't found the English poster of Dancer in the Dark. Later, I found it in the male dormitory of Shanghai International Studies University during the National Day. At that time, I was particularly depressed when I looked at the "dancers in the dark" above, and felt that the "life is the accumulation of 10 thousand jokes" said by the sages was really a shining truth.

But K's interests are much broader than mine. From the latest women's clothes to the meat buns on the roadside, from the hardcover version of CLAMP's clover to 1.1% rice, she always looks like a dinosaur, shouting "Ah, there is this". I pouted deeply.

When A K and I often wander on the road where we are tired of shopping, I always think of Street Angels. But I don't think there is any connection between the two.

I am a boy who doesn't like girls, which is like a terminal illness in college. In my junior year, the ugliest and most hated boy in our class had the opportunity to be a flower escort-although his flowers looked like grass to me, I still carried my backpack, put my hands in my pockets, shook my head and whistled around the huge campus every day.

It's not that I can't sell it. On the contrary, a group of female graduate students from the College of Liberal Arts once chased me, just because they read some disgusting articles I wrote, and my face was not ugly or even beautiful. But I politely refused. My interest in them is only to know how some people miss graduate students and Chinese departments in such a broken school. I guess they will continue to be doctors in the future. My roommate always advises me to make do with it. Sister-in-law dating is very popular these days. You see, people's love for the Philippines has almost turned Hong Kong upside down. Love for the whole city. I looked at them and said to them, I'll give it to you, and then the guy who poked around from the upper bunk immediately shrank back and stopped talking. He moves so fast that he seems to be beheaded if he is slow. Some people say that if you have a girlfriend, you must be single-minded. Let me tell you something. Who doesn't know you? It's just that those graduate students are not as good-looking as your girlfriends, otherwise you people will turn against each other faster than cheating in the exam. But those female graduate students are really abstract, so I told them that well-known joke on a whim. There are three kinds of people in the world, men, women and women bloggers.

But later, the joke somehow spread to the College of Arts. As a result, two women cried, three women called me shameless, and the rest of the girls continued to tell stories.

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I was famous for a while, or infamous.

In my infamous days, A K was still close to me. This made my heart particularly moved. But I bent down with a straight face and walked to the prison. Her eyes moved from side to side with her index finger, telling her not to hang out with scum like me all day and be careful not to get married. She always shakes her head and says, don't worry, someone wants it. I still have three boys chasing me. Eat hot pot, and don't even look up when you say it. I thought she would look at me with tears like those innocent little girls in TV series and say, in my heart, you have never been a scum.

I was shocked and appalled.

I took K out when he loved hot pot. I come from Sichuan. When I ate the first bite of Shanghai food in the school cafeteria, I was very depressed and wanted to chat with God, and this idea was particularly impulsive. I'm crazy about hot sauce, but it's still like the title of the third English class, and nothing has changed. Later, I ate some hot sauce directly and found it as sweet as ketchup. It's just that the three Shanghainese next to me were stunned by me and forgot to eat. They looked at me like aliens.

I was particularly depressed to tell a K that a Shanghainese once went to Sichuan to eat hot pot. She was particularly afraid of spicy food and ordered a white pot, but in the end she drank four bottles of cola 1500ml, because it was said that the pot had just been made into a red pot and had not been cleaned.

I want to use this story to express my disappointment with Shanghai peppers. It's a pity that K turned this story into a joke, so she smiled and said, Your jokes are really funny. I just shut up and didn't talk, thinking that I would drag K to Sichuan one day.

Every Thursday afternoon, I will go to the luxurious gymnasium of the school to play badminton. I always ask someone from Communication College to play badminton with me, because he has been practicing badminton since primary school. I had a hard time with him, which made me very happy. Otherwise, I will think that my badminton racket with more than 700 yuan is purely for decoration, because after playing with other badminton players once, I think I can hit them with my left hand.

Every time the game ends at five o'clock, K will appear in front of the gym with Melinda in his hand. I took it, opened it and drank it. The sweat dripping from her hair surprised Ah K, because for students who always fled to physical education class, they had never seen such a way of sweating. Once a k came to see me play, and then I asked her how she felt. She said, I feel you have a murderous look on your face when you play ball.

At first, I thought K was very kind and always brought me water. Later, she gave me a good beating, saying that it was because she happened to have a class in Building E next to the gym on Thursday afternoon. I feel that I still don't like girls-although I have never regarded K as a girl.

K likes shopping very much. I am always a victim. I always tell her how much homework I haven't done and how many books I haven't read, but it's still the same as the topic of English lesson 3, and nothing can be changed. Once I threatened her that if I didn't study, I wouldn't pass CET-4. She looked at me doubtfully and said, you can't even pass the exam. I am particularly annoyed when I listen to it. If I say it is true, don't say it directly. After all, I am also a flower of the motherland. Then hungry oh said, I will die of haggard. I want to disgust her, she didn't respond, and I was disgusted myself.

When shopping, A K always likes to put all her mobile phones, wallets, keys and so on on me, because she is too troublesome. And she has a lot of mobile phones, so I always take them out of my pocket and give them to her, and then bring them back and put them in my pocket. It's really silly. Every time I pass a beautiful billboard, A K is always excited and dancing. Because K's dream is to advertise. I heard something in my heart tremble suddenly, like a casual twitch in my sleep. I didn't tell k that was my dream, too.

For a while, I was forced by a k to recite the four-level vocabulary, and I felt that the world was dark. I am woken up by her phone at 6 o'clock every morning, and then I hear her tell me on the phone: "It's English time, please sit at your desk and open your books." The phone call for three days in a row made the whole dormitory want to kill me, so I got up early every morning and called her quietly to tell her that I had started memorizing words. Don't call me.

Because the window in front of my desk faces east, I became the person who watched the sunrise the most in school that month. I find the morning sky really beautiful, which I have never found before.

Autumn in Shanghai is particularly strange. Summer is always infinitely stretched to the end, and then suddenly falls to late autumn. The temperature plummeted and the leaves fell together as agreed. I am also satisfied with the atmosphere that meets the needs of couples.

I grew up in Sichuan when I was a child. Sichuan is an evergreen tree all year round, and I won't lose my leaves until I die. When it snows in the New Year, it is green and dripping, which makes those old people sigh that there is no one in the same boat between heaven and earth. Why do some things never get old and some things disappear instantly? My grandmother told me this sentence.

When I stood at school and watched the plane leaves fall one by one, I felt that the world was still very beautiful and trustworthy. In A K's words, it is "very worth living".

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 was like a dream. This is a long and dreary dream. Dream for three or four years. K and I changed from 19 to 2 1 9, and K said to me more and more frequently, "I am too old to look like." Strangely, A K and I have always maintained a friend relationship, which makes many people around me feel incredible and unbelievable. But I have never defended anything, and neither has K.

In this way, we drifted from teenagers to adults in their twenties. After shaving, his chin began to look blue. When he danced for the first time in junior year, K put on his dress for the first time, and then danced with me in coarse pants and sneakers. At that time, she smiled unsteadily, and I was embarrassed to death. K said I looked fierce and cool.

However, when I was a child, when I walked across the lawn with my backpack, I still put my hand in my pocket to watch the sunset. I'm still being mercilessly ridiculed by K, who has been learning to swim since I was a child. I'm still standing under a tree with fallen leaves and playing badminton in the gym.

On my birthday, K gave me a pair of gloves. My birthday is June 6th, and it's sunny. I don't know where to put my gloves. I want to fall down when I am riding in the car. I said you really know how to give it to them. You gave me the most practical thing, but lost all its value. K said I was going to give you this glove last year, but can you believe it took me a year to get it ready? I took it apart. I'm not tired. My roommates look so tired that they can't stand screaming in bed. Those fingers are particularly complicated to fight. Why don't you try?

I said forget it, who has the leisure time. I pointed to the back seat of my bike and said, I'll take you for a ride as a thank you.

I gave her a bracelet for K's birthday, and K gave me face and wore it every day.

I spent a valentine's day with a.k. We went to Century Park, screamed in front of the huge fountain, rented a bicycle for two, rushed into the Woods and hit a tree. When we are tired, we look for chairs everywhere, but we can't find water to drink. We finally found a drink, and then tried to find the toilet as hard as looking for a place to sell water.

During a National Day holiday, we watched fireworks together in Pudong, then came back to live in McDonald's in People's Square to 12, then mysteriously walked from People's Square to Xujiahui, and then waited for the first subway back to school at the subway station. In the waiting hour, we woke up the guard on duty and chatted with him, as if we had known each other for thousands of years. After I came back, I slept from the dawn of the red sun until dusk.

A K told me how shocking Wuthering Heights is for a person who never reads foreign novels, and I told her how ingenious Nalan Xingde's words are.

Whenever the school has a long vacation and we don't go home, A K and I like to take out a map of China and flip through it, and then point out where we are going. Anyway, it takes no time, energy or money to talk about it. And when the holiday really comes, it is a waste of time to sleep from morning till night. I pretended to be an elder and said how girls can be so lazy. She said nothing, nothing. Anyway, it's not a girl, it's a woman. Look at Shanghai. There are women everywhere who are sleepy and running around in pajamas. I just have to go to work early.

Time's meat cleaver still leaves a mark on me. A K said that with the growth of age, the carving knife will carve traces from the heart to the face, so the inner twists and turns will become indelible wrinkles on our faces when we suddenly grow old.

Sometimes I suddenly feel depressed and look at K and I can't speak. In my junior year, A K and I began to form a habit of walking from the north gate to the south gate in the middle of the night when there were few people, and then turning back. Sometimes the wind will be very strong, and I won't undress her like those boys, because I think it's very artificial, but I will consciously sneak up to her to keep out the black wind in the dark.

In early winter, I was busy writing and didn't have time to take care of my hair, so my hair became very long and tangled, and I flew around like a hero in a martial arts movie when there was wind.

During the period when my hair was crazy long, a guy with curly hair who could be a lawyer in our dormitory fell madly in love. I am extremely despised for his love management three times a week. He'd rather be called Fan.

Fan's family is very rich. I don't know what movable and immovable property his family has. I only know where he wants to go. After the phone call, a car will stop in front of him and a driver in a black suit will open the door for him. But that boy is very kind. He doesn't have the arrogance of other dude who regards several buddies in our dormitory as brothers. But beyond that, he has all the shortcomings of others.

During that time, what I wrote most was my new novel and love letter to Fan, which made me feel like a lover.

One day, as usual, Fan took me to meet a girl who just aimed at action. I slowly swayed behind his ass. When I arrived at the school boulevard, Fan stopped and smiled at me, pointing to the girl in front and told me it was her. When I saw the girl clearly, I froze on the spot for a minute, and then I told him that it was no problem.

That girl is K.

I think the love letter to A Jun is the most painful one I have ever written. I can't write that I met you in the morning when you left the fragrance of cherry blossoms, so I would laugh to death.

Later, I forgot what a love letter looked like. I only remember that I finally finished writing it on the night after drinking coffee, and then fell asleep in bed immediately. Then get up, brush your teeth, wash your face, go to the toilet and go to class with your bag on your back.

Fan will invite me to dinner in three days. He said that he had caught up with the girl. At that time, the cup in my hand suddenly fell, and the whole glass of water spilled on the ground, which was particularly ugly. Fan said you shouldn't be so surprised. I nodded, then thought about it, and said to Fan, you invite me to eat hot pot.

On the day of eating hot pot, K was late. I told her as badly as before: Girls are trouble. Fan is very tolerant and gently says it doesn't matter. I suddenly realized that K was already VAN's girlfriend, and I was embarrassed. I don't remember exactly what happened that night, because I drank a lot. What I remember is that I vomited many times that night and had a splitting headache the next morning. My roommate told me that I had been crying in a dull voice that night, but I don't remember crying.

The next day, after I went to physical education class, I met K at the gate of the gymnasium. She handed me Miranda in her hand. I didn't drink it. I stood in front of her and didn't speak.

K's hand is embarrassed in the air, but I don't know why I just don't take it as I am angry.

K said, I have a boyfriend.

I said, I know, Fan, that's good.

K said, you didn't respond?

I said, how do I react? Should I beat gongs and drums to give you a banquet, or should I say with a snot and tears that I can't bear to part with you?

K sighed and said that you are like this. I just want to tell you that I don't have much time to spend with you. Don't always carry a bag, stand alone under the tree and watch the fallen leaves. And be gentle with girls. Don't always be alone. Pursue a good girl. You can't ask girls to take the initiative to chase you.

I said forget it. I can't just die for three years. Take good care of your boyfriend.

K said, I just want to tell you that I don't have that much time with you. You have a good life alone.

Then I smiled, the same look of disdain. Watching K turn around and walk away, the fallen leaves kept falling behind her, and my nose felt so sour.

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 K that I wrote the love letter, but later I felt sick. I opened my mouth and said, look, it's still so hot that winter won't come.