Fang Xiao is still kind to me, he will quietly stuff a chocolate into my palm when I am working, and will give me an umbrella when I am trapped in the library by heavy rain. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

We are more like colleagues and friends, or rather, I try to treat her as much as I can towards colleagues and friends.

The so-called no wind and no waves, sometimes no wind can really fucking make waves.

During that time, there were thrilling rumors circulating within the magazine that we had a leg, that we had done it, and so on.

Zhu Zhen, the man with nose hair, stepped forward and actually became a confidant big brother, talking to me, saying that he should ignore the rumors and just do the job at hand.

After digging deeper, I found that he was not as arrogant and incompetent as I imagined, except for the long nose hair, everything else was fine, which made me look at it differently.

The so-called rumors are mostly the product of a group of mentally retarded people to fool another group of mentally retarded people, and rumors stop at the wise, but there are not many wise people in the world, so rumors can run around without fear.

There is a term called the "Goebbels effect", which comes from a hardcore party member named Goebbels in Nazi Germany. In order to cleanse the minds of the German people, Goebbels launched a nationwide book burning campaign. He encouraged the students to do so: "The soul of the German people can be expressed again." Under this firelight, not only is an old era over, but this fire also illuminates a new era. ”

Goebbels also imposed strict controls on the press, including the press, the press, radio and film, and established the German Cultural Association.

The members of the association must be persons who are enthusiastic about the cause of the Nazi Party and who are engaged in activities in accordance with the guidelines, policies and lines established by the State; The publication or staging of a work must be censored and licensed by Nazi propaganda; The editors had to be politically aligned with the Nazi Party, and they had to be racially "innocent" Aryans; What news can be published and what news cannot be published must be strictly reviewed.

Public opinion in Germany as a whole was completely in a frenzied fascist cultural and ideological atmosphere, and the culture was fragmented. The media, which are supposed to disseminate facts to the public and propagate truth and justice, have become a tool for spreading lies, deceiving the public, creating fallacies and demagogizing wars.

Goebbels kept repeating the lies they had weaved, giving them a cloak of truth, and he made a philosophical conclusion: repetition is a power, and a lie repeated a hundred times becomes the truth. This is the "Goebbels effect".

So, the rumors that I had a leg with Fang Xiao were constantly repeated, becoming more and more interesting, and the story became more and more mellow and plump, and finally there was the story of me and Fang Xiao fighting madly for an hour in the teaching building, and there are all kinds of details such as what posture was used, which is very vivid and can be read as a pornographic novel.

Lao Tzu himself listened hard.

Some people like to create rumors and try to make people believe them in order to achieve a certain purpose, which is not to do great bad things for demagoguery, as Goebbels did, but maybe just boring people for the sake of lust, venting their energy, or watching to satisfy their curiosity.

In the evening, buddies from other colleges in the dormitory building were idle, and they came to our dormitory to tell me the details, how to kiss, how to touch, how to do it, and how it feels.

I sadly thought of Wang Xiaobo's "Golden Age", in which the scene of a small soldier who has committed a hooligan crime during a special period confesses the details of the crime, and the reality is 10,000 times more fucking absurd than the novel.

I roared with a lion: "Get out, go home and ask your sister." The group of second-class goods gave up and babbled back.

Those who are clear are self-purifying, and they are only afraid that gossip will hurt Fang Xiao. As a result, Fang Xiao was more generous than me, she said that she had heard the rumors, it was fun, let them spread it, my internal strength couldn't hurt me. Then she smiled and went about doing something else.

When I heard her say "fun", I immediately petrified there, did I think too much?

When the Chinese Department had a big class, when I walked into the classroom, more than 100 people in the department collectively coaxed, yo yo weird. A few poked their heads over and asked me: "This girl has a good time, buddy, you are not shallow, I am envious of others!" Then he laughed.

I thought of Lu Xun's spectators who stretched their necks like ducks to watch the head-killing show, and their whole bodies were filled with an indescribable sense of pathos and loneliness.

I'm noncommittal.

Yuan Zheng patted their heads with a book, and the obscene spectators screamed, and their necks immediately retracted. At that time, I even thought that only Fu Wenxin, Yuan Zheng and Yang Chenjun believed in my innocence in the huge liberal arts university, but that was enough.

Fu Wenxin was not happy about this rumor, and was a little jealous, and said: "It seems that you are destined to commit peach blossoms, and you can't avoid the level of women, so you have to be careful in the future." ”

Later, I accidentally didn't answer her phone, and she made a joke about it and asked me if I was the editor-in-chief Fang who accompanied you.

Yuan Zheng paid attention to me, and simply calculated it, and smiled at Fang, and the raw rice was cooked and cooked.

I said, "It's really bad."

Rumors are rumors after all, boys listen to pornographic jokes, girls gossip and chat, and it doesn't take long for the wind to blow and rain and drench, everything disappears and disappears in the hot atmosphere of the campus.

I still haven't figured out what it's like to laugh, like, love, adore, nostalgia, respect, or something else. It is very normal for normal men to have occasional sexual fantasies, and I sometimes fantasize about how to laugh with Fang Xiao, but as soon as the fantasy reaches the critical moment, I immediately cut it off, and then repent for ten minutes to dispel the dirty haze in my thoughts, because there is another person, she, my teacher.

In retrospect, I had the same wonderful feeling for a woman a long time ago.

When I was in elementary school in Qiaobian Town, the principal had a daughter who was very beautiful, in fact, I don't want to use the word "beautiful" to describe her, she should be beautiful. Her name is Wu Man, and she is a Chinese teacher at the school.

Her skin was fair, she always wore a white dress, and her long hair was twisted into a twist on the back of her head. She walked through the playground with the teaching materials, as light as a butterfly dancing lightly in the grass, and grass grew and flowers bloomed everywhere she walked. The older boys whistled at her in the classroom.

The principal said, you love to whistle, Lao Tzu let you blow enough. The whistling people were taken out and stood on the school's basketball court, whistling from morning to night, and the itchy children finally rolled their eyes and foamed at the mouth, and their mouths grew calluses. After seeing the headmaster's obscenity, no one dared to whistle at her daughter again.

Once the city organized a calligraphy and painting competition, I was selected by the school as a seed player to go to the training, and the one who trained us was Mr. Wu Man. She showed us how to hold the pen, how to walk the pen, how to draw outlines, how to sketch shadows.

She was always cold to the other students, but always smiled at me. Once, when I was copying a thrush, she looked at it and said that it should be painted like this, so she took my hand from behind me and taught me how to draw it one by one. I felt her twin peaks and aroma, and there was a shameless reaction below, a vivid adventure of the teenager at that time, which I still cannot forget.

She was like the verdant Mount Amu in my heart, pure and sacred, and I tried to avoid her, but she was clinging to me from behind, and her head was caught between her twin peaks and she couldn't move. After the thrush was finished, my face was flushed, like Guan Erye.

Later, when I won a second prize for my drawing, she was so happy that she gave me a set of art pens, saying that she was not wrong, and encouraged me to continue drawing. Geng Hao won the first prize, but she did not encourage Geng Hao.

So, it gives me a special affection for him. Every time I saw her, I affectionately called her Ms. Wu, and she happily promised me that she would come and touch my head. She smiled warmly, like the stove in her grandmother's house. That smile is still imprinted in my mind, like moss growing on the wall of memory, indelible.

Later, when I was in junior high school, I heard that she went to study in the county, met a teacher in the county, and fell in love with him. But he already had a wife and children, and she had jumped from the teacher's dormitory that day, and was out of breath when the ambulance arrived.

I was sad for days because of this, and I almost cried at the thought of her smile.

Life sometimes doesn't favor good people, leaving her alone and with the wind as her companion.

I went to see her, a small mound of earth with fresh and refined angels. I also burned the picture I drew for her, and it was her expression.

Although Fang Xiao has a different temperament from Teacher Wu Man, she always reminds me of Teacher Wu Man and the sincere fear in her arms when I was a teenager.