People in the Chinese department have not read Kundera, which means that they are still in literary experience. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

If you haven't read it, at least remember what sharp quotes he said, so that you can take them out to fool people when you pick up girls, the same as the truth that you haven't had sex or at least watched a hairy movie.

I saw with my own eyes a man with glasses in the library to fish for beautiful women under the guise of Kundera, but the beauty said indifferently that she was only interested in Qiong Yao and Zhang Ailing, and the man with glasses left in a huff.

Kundera played a pivotal role in the Chinese ideology of the 80s, and in addition to serving as a talking point for young literary and artistic leaders in bars and parties at the time, Kundera's works certainly have their meaning, but our works are always difficult to read.

Yang Chenjun once went to the library to borrow a set of Kundera's works, and finally used them all as a radiator for the laptop.

I don't like Kundera's obscurity, his banter and his nobility that is too far removed from the world, and I appreciate the intervention and courage of his contemporary, Javier.

Kundera was withdrawn, and I used to be so attached to that kind of isolation that I couldn't even extricate myself. He once said: I am extremely disgusted with the feeling of being in the company of people.

For people who like to write, solitude is more suitable for the cultivation of the soul than living in groups, they naturally cannot leave the group, but choose to appear as a spectator of the group, to observe, understand, and portray, so that they can feel freedom and passion.

To put it bluntly, the person who writes is selling his own loneliness and the stories of others, and if he doesn't sell it, he will be cheap.

Beijing doesn't know how many circles there are, everyone has their own circle of life. Like Kundera's temper, I loved personal and feared the adventures of breaking the ego.

Just as I was in the same circle as Geng Hao, Yin Deji, Lu Zelian, and Mei Ge, Yuan Zheng and his relatives and friends were in completely different circles from us, and if we hadn't become college roommates, I might never have been able to get along with his circle.

Of course, the otherworldly Yang Chenjun seems to be a person in the same circle as the Eighteen Arhat Immortal Gu Daoists, he is very interested in the murals of Yuan Zheng's house, and he has been watching them with relish since he entered Yuan Zheng's villa, and the outside world has long been feathered in his eyes.

Yuan Zheng came over to say hello and said, "You two eat and drink as you like, be your own family, don't be polite." Then I went to greet my new friends.

When I got to the door, I saw a bunch of luxury cars parked, and even the lawn was piled up to open a temporary car show. I thought to myself: Rich people's parties are so fucking boring.

When night falls, the hall is brightly lit, the crystal lamps are dazzling, and the flowers in the room are fragrant and fragrant, and the atmosphere is very lively. When the guests arrived, most of them were young people, and they were not rich or expensive in terms of temperament and clothing.

Yang Chenjun and I can be described in four words, like the green leaves in two red flowers, and they are the kind of sloppy green leaves that have been bitten by insects.

At this time, Yuan Zheng asked everyone to be quiet, and he delivered a speech: "Those who come are best friends and relatives, I won't say kind words, today is my 20th birthday, and I sincerely hope that when I am 40 or 60 years old, you will come." Invite everyone to come tonight to have fun, nothing else, drink high upstairs there is a guest room, if you want to mess around, remember to lock the door. There was a burst of laughter and screams from the crowd.

Yuan Zheng continued: "Don't talk nonsense, I wish me a happy birthday, I wish everyone a happy time, I'll do it first." He took a glass of red wine and drank it down, and his movements were very chic.

The crowd then heard cheers, exclamations, blessings, and all sorts of voices.

At this time, someone asked Yuan Zheng to tell a joke, otherwise he would not be allowed to step down.

"Okay, then let's have one", Yuan Zheng pretended to be a storyteller and said, "It is said that an African travels to Switzerland and lives in a certain hotel. In the middle of the night, a fire broke out, for unknown reasons. Seeing this, the Africans couldn't care so much, and ran out with their bare butts. When the firefighters saw this, they exclaimed, 'Oh my god! It's all burned to the ground, and you can still run so fast! ’”

It made everyone laugh.

Because of my natural rejection of this kind of group situation, I have been cowering in the corner expressionlessly, and I can't help but wonder what time it is and what she is doing.

Yang Chenjun and his wife are still there obsessively looking at the murals, occasionally touching them carefully with their hands, as if they are identifying the authenticity of the artwork.

I've never been humble or arrogant, and I don't need to pretend to be very elegant in front of these people, because I've never pretended to be too fucking tired.

Li Bai said well, "An Neng urges me to bend my waist and bend my waist to make me unhappy", everyone is equal, just respect them and respect themselves.

Since I usually play a lot of basketball, my appetite has always been super good, I should eat and drink, why pretend to be Sven in front of these people.

I took a large plate, sea cucumber, abalone, veal steak and lobster, squatted a large plate, and found a hidden place to enjoy a gluttonous meal.

Looking at Monk Yang next to him, there were a few green vegetables and a few white-flour steamed buns on the plate, chewing slowly like a British lady tasting afternoon tea.

I looked at him with pity and said, "Monk Yang, I can only blame you for not having a good mouth." ”

He looked at the flesh and blood on my plate, his eyes straightened, he humorously, and said, "Lord Zeng has a good appetite, and it is a blessing to be able to eat." ”

I asked him, "How long will it take for the Buddha to forgive me after I eat tonight?" ”

He said: "Confucianism believes: 'Seeing his life, not bearing to see his death, hearing his voice, not bearing to eat his flesh, is to be a gentleman far away from cooking.'" It makes sense. Buddhism advocates non-killing and has no strict rules for vegetarianism. Because killing is to cut off the great compassion, what you eat, the Buddha doesn't have strict rules, you just don't kill. ”

I said reassuringly: "That's good, I still want to kill in front of you today to make your Buddha unhappy, it seems that I am still a good person." ”

After speaking, he began to feast, and he didn't care about what to eat.

The group of people was pouring wine in various tricks, Yuan Zheng was so drunk that he rolled his eyes and didn't admit defeat, and all kinds of amorous women were vying to stick it on Yuan Zheng's body.

Meat and vegetarian pairing is my eating habit, and after eating two plates of cruel dishes, I decided to serve a little salad to relieve my greasyness.

When I turned from the counter, I didn't notice that someone was getting close to me behind me, and I accidentally got the salad dressing onto the person's dress.

I looked up and saw that it was a girl, with a melon seed face, fair skin, long hair hanging down her shoulders, light makeup, smart eyes but a little naughty, and at first glance I knew that she was a pampered rich woman.

I quickly apologized and took a tissue to wipe her.

She frowned and looked at me in annoyance: "Look at what you made, why are you so careless!" ”

I gave her the tissue and said, "I'm really sorry, I didn't mean to. ”

She didn't appreciate it, threw the tissue on the ground, and said loudly: "Do you know how expensive my dress is, you can't afford to buy it for four years of tuition, and I met your broom star the first time I wore it." ”

At this time, everyone's eyes were drawn to me.

Although Yuan Zheng was drunk but still conscious, he came over and asked, "What's the matter with you?" ”

The girl said, "Cousin, you see that he was so careless and got the sauce on my dress." ”

Yuan Zheng looked at the few spots left by the salad dressing on her dress, and said in a coaxing tone: "It's okay, will you get some salad dressing soon, just go up and wash it with hot water." ”

The girl snorted rudely and said, "How can you invite such a person for your birthday, it's true." If he wants to pay for my dress, can he afford it, at first glance, he is a hillbilly. ”

Yuan Zheng hurriedly pulled me aside and said, "This is my cousin Chen Fei, who grew up in a honey pot since she was a child, she speaks very aggressively, and her heart is actually very good, she doesn't mean that." ”

Chen Fei walked over and grabbed the conversation and said, "What doesn't mean this, it's obvious that he was at fault first, but now you blame me." Bring two stupid stinky hillbillies to spoil our fun, huh! ”

Yuan Zheng asked another girl to take her cousin upstairs to wash so that she could be gagged. I apologized to us again, saying that the little girl was disobedient, please forgive us.

The girl wanted to pull Chen Fei away, but when Chen Fei heard Yuan Zheng say that she was a little girl, she became even more angry, she didn't dare to sprinkle this anger on Yuan Zheng, and she came at me.

Chen Fei broke away from the girl, pointed at me with his finger and said, "It's all your fault tonight, my cousin's birthday party was ruined by you, take that hillbilly friend of yours and get out." ”

At this time, I saw Yang Chenjun's face suddenly pale, although his family conditions were difficult, but he had a lot of backbone and ambition, he stuck to his own world, but he could tolerate the choices of others.

There's no need to argue with a girl who doesn't know the world to lower her rank, whatever she says, just wait for her to be discouraged.

As long as it does not involve issues of personality and principle, I can tolerate scorn and slander, but there is a little stubbornness in my character, that is, I cannot tolerate others to scorn and slander my friends.

I said unhurriedly: "We came today all for the sake of Yuan Zheng's face, do you think we want to come?" I can't afford your dress, but that doesn't mean I can't afford it in the future. Do you know what is sad about people like you? You are brutal and willful, and you are spoiled by everyone. You've been kept in captivity, and you don't know how high the sky is and how thick it is. When your parents don't give you money to spend, you may not even be able to compare to us hillbillies. ”

Chen Fei was so angry that he was incoherent, pointing at me, his fingers were trembling: "You...... How dare you ......"

I continued: "And, if you keep going like this, I can already see your future, and you will live like a vampire in the body of your parents, without thought, without knowledge, without sympathy and pity. You can't even take care of your own life, and finally find a rich man to marry, and then he can't tolerate your temper and messes around outside every day, leaving you alone in the empty room. Your life will be miserable. Let me tell you, you have nothing to be proud of, the only thing you can be proud of compared to the two of us is that you now have a backer, who would have predicted when this backer would fall? By the way, your dress is ugly. ”

After saying that, I turned around cleanly and walked out the door, leaving behind a group of stunned people and Chen Fei with a frightened and angry expression.

Yang Chenjun said "Sorry, happy birthday" to Yuan Zheng, and walked out behind my buttocks.

Yuan Zheng chased after the two of us and said, "Hey, what's the competition with a seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl, go back, eat and drink again, I have already asked her to go upstairs and wash up, what a big deal." ”

I said calmly, "I'm just a few months after I was 18 fucking years old, she's a little girl, I'm still a little boy, why can't I compete?" ”

"My cousin has a tricky and eccentric personality, she hasn't suffered any setbacks since she was a child, she is calling for wind and rain in the family, everyone lets her play with us, and her parents can't wait to take her in their mouths to protect her, you have to understand."

I said, "Okay, okay, I understand now, I don't blame her, you go back and have a good birthday, there are so many guests waiting, don't talk to us." ”

Yang Chenjun also said: "Go back quickly, we should also go back to school." ”

Yuan Zheng said, "Okay, I'll drive you." ”

I hurriedly grabbed him and said: "Don't, I don't want to lose my life because of other people's mistakes, I don't want to see such a news on the homepage of NetEase tomorrow, a rich second generation died tragically on the North Third Ring Road due to drunk driving, and his intestines hung everywhere." We'll go back to school, so you can go back and entertain others first. ”

Back in the dormitory, lying on the bed, my ears buzzed with the glamorous voices of those rich and noble circles.

I picked up "The Little Prince" and flipped through it casually, and when I saw Fu Wenxin's handwriting on the title page, my heart was warm and sour, my nose seemed to be a little breathless, and I touched the corners of my eyes, which were wet.

She gave me this book on my birthday, and Geng Hao was unhappy that day and didn't say a word. Because Fu Wenxin remembered to give me a birthday gift, but forgot his.

Fu Wenxin said to me: "I hope you will be as simple and carefree as the little prince for the rest of your life." ”

She knew that now that I was so worried, I had to pretend to be calm or hard-hearted, and I didn't dare to send her a single message.

I remember once going to the cinema with her to watch "The Matrix", and we talked about movies on the chairs in the park until it was dark. I have never met a person so close to my soul, she is so fresh and approachable, so mischievous but understanding.

The unstoppable longing, like the curtain of water under the eaves in the rainy season when I was a child, soaked people's hearts. Melancholy, like a dark cloud pressing on the top,