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She was resting on her pillow and looking at me with a pair of sparkling black eyes. I leaned over to her, put the tray on the bedside table, then took another pillow for her, motioned for her to sit up a little, and finally rested the pillow behind her head.

End cup, hand forward. I said, "Hurry up and drink the medicine." ”

She took the cup with a gracious sigh and began to blow. I rolled my eyes: "It's lukewarm, you can drink it directly." ”

Kim Tae-clumse listened to it, didn't pause any longer, flipped his wrist and raised the cup, and drained the cup of medicine with a bang.

Immediately after that, she hiccuped, and Shi Shiran, who didn't feel the slightest embarrassment, lay down. I took the cup back and pulled the quilt up for her.

She looked at me and said, "Can you wait until I'm asleep?" ”

I smiled and nodded in agreement without hesitation.

In the room in the middle of winter, with the minimum heating on, I looked around, found one of her down jackets, put it on the quilt, and dimmed the light.

She rolled over and slowly closed her eyes.

At first I thought this guy was trying to find sleep, and with a cold, he should be able to fall asleep soon. But this was not the case, and after a while she opened her eyes again, and said to me in a small voice with a strange taste:

"I can't seem to sleep, uh......"

That's how I was defeated by this guy's irrational numbers. As a paper man, she actually told me that she couldn't sleep.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, I pursed my mouth and reached out to her open eyes that I had forcibly closed.

"So you won't be unable to sleep."

A somewhat rough hand was on Kim Tae's stupid eyes, and she was not annoyed, but she continued to speak in this state:

"Tell me a story so I can fall asleep quickly."

"I don't want to talk about it."

"Let's talk about one." A rare coquettish tone and posture appear suddenly, and it is undeniable that Kim Taeben under this appearance is indeed very crispy and cute, which makes people unable to refuse.

But for a while, I really can't think of any story to tell.

The headache was instantly upwelling at that time. Falling into the brewing, I first unconsciously moved my palm, rubbed her forehead, and stroked it back and forth a few times.

Then I said, "Let me think about it." ”

"But before you do, you'll have to drink that glass of water."

She closed her eyes and began to complain: "Didn't you just drink the medicine just now?" I can't drink it anymore. ”

"Let you drink it, where is so much nonsense, there is always good to drink more water."

"When did you learn Xu Xian's set of health regimens?" The stubborn Kim Tae-chung continued to contradict me.

I sighed: "Yes, you also learn more, and see how others Pani and Xu Xian know how to take care of themselves." Looking at a book? w?ww・1・cc”

The little bicker said this. She finally opened her eyes and told me very carefully:

"Haven't you heard a word from Mark Twain? The only way to stay healthy is to eat something you don't want to eat, drink something you don't want to drink, and do something you don't want to do. ”

As soon as these words came out, I immediately felt particularly upset and accompanied by intermittent nervous breakdowns, and gently slapped her on the forehead.

"Pull me down, give me some of what you have, when did Mark Twain say that?"

"Ah, I always think that your ability to talk nonsense is already full of proficiency."

Kim Tae-ben, who was attacked, rarely didn't show his teeth and claws. On the contrary, she leaned her head towards me, and argued with me:

"It's really good, it's just that you're too lonely and unheard.

Forget it, don't bother with this neurosis. While saying yes to me, I put my palm against her forehead and pressed her raised head back to the pillow.

"Don't you want to listen to the story, I just thought of one, close your eyes."

She muttered a few more words about my topic, and then closed her eyes obediently.

"It's not so much a story. It's not so much a short story. It's something I saw a long time ago, and I personally like it. If you want to hear it, listen to me honestly, and you are not allowed to interrupt. ”

While gently stroking her forehead, I said the warning before telling the story. She cut off, and I didn't hear it. Because, I'm going to start getting stuck in the memories.

The story I am going to tell next is written by a young writer named Wang Ruoxu. But I remember him saying something -- he said that every story he writes is born out of his own life, out of his own reality.

I love his style. Even familiar with each of his works. There is one of them that I can almost retell without leaving ten, which is the current one.

The name of this novel is "The Horse Thief."

Horse thief

I'm a college student, a responsible college student.

I can tell you responsibly that my school is home to 12,682 students, and there are more than 15,500 bicycles parked in various corners of the school.

Okay, now the question is, what about the extra 2,900 bicycles?

The answer to the question is: there is me.

You don't have to bother asking what my name is, I can tell you myself, my name is Luo Bida, believe it or not.

But I won't tell you what grade I am in, which college, department, major, building, or what I look like, because it doesn't matter, what matters is, I'm a horse thief.

Horse thief is a very classical term, of course, you can call me a car thief as you customarily, as long as I don't hear you.

As you already know, our school is overpopulated, and the area is too large, so students should not use it for transportation, except for a few fat people who hold the belief that walking can lose weight and a small number of students who are qualified to ride mopeds. One? Reading 1?k?a?n?s?hu・ccThe sight of these cyclists rushing to class every morning can only remind you of a movie, The Lord of the Rings III.

But in the face of this scene of thousands of troops in the morning, I didn't have a magnificent reaction in my heart at all, and the only thing I thought about was, will these people take their cars with them after graduation?

The answer is: three out of ten people will not.

I steal these abandoned cars and sell them at a low price. Anyway, it's a car that no one wants, and I have a clear conscience when I steal them.

As for how to tell which cars belong to no one wants. It's a bit simple to say. Every day, as I ride my Sansi imitation mountain bike slowly past the secluded bicycle parking areas of the campus, I glance at them seemingly casually - just a few glances, like a herder inspecting his own free-range horses, to recognize which bike has been parked for the first few days. Have you ever moved a location. Usually if you don't move your seat for a week, it means that someone has thrown it there, just waiting for me to pick it up.

My strong memory for memorizing English words was used here.

So far, I have taken more than 30 cars, but I have never seen any action from the school to show that all I stole was abandoned. Of course. It is also possible that one or two of them will make mistakes, but none of the twenty cars I took are not old and dusty, and even if there is a lost owner, it will not be taken seriously, let alone reported to the police. The only person who complained about this was the outsider who took my car, but I took a firm stand and never started with new cars and cars with owners, even if there was a ninety percent new Giant women's car that people carelessly forgot to lock next to the girls' cafeteria.

I'm not a good person, but I have my principles. The principle of horse thieves.

In my two years at the university, I only saw one colleague.

That morning, I was riding my own Sansi and another boy on a bicycle collided on the road west of the lecture hall building, and it seemed like we were both wandering. Fortunately, there was nothing wrong with the people and the car, and the boy politely said that he was sorry, and I also said sorry, and went their separate ways. The whole process probably took less than twenty seconds, but I remembered the silver-white Giant sports car he was riding, which had a market price of about 1,000 or more, and it was a good car.

That night, I pushed a dusty, dirty, and tires-holding permanent city car to the bicycle stall outside the north gate of the school to pump up the bike, and I felt that he was also pumping up the rear wheels of a motley women's car with a similar temperament as the one in my hand.

I'm sure our brains spun fast in the five seconds we saw eye strike. Then he smiled tacitly, like two old acquaintances who met by chance, nodded, and glanced at each other's cars.

Anyone who can think of doing this kind of horse thief is not stupid. Out of the 12,682 students, only two of us horse thieves appeared, and we would choose a car with the same characteristics in the same time and go to the same off-campus bus stall to cheer up people's eyes.

He finished pumping and handed me the nozzle. He took out a five-dime coin and threw it into the basin of clean water used to repair tires on the car stall, pointed at me with the boss, and after a few words, he didn't say a word more, nor looked at me more, and rode alone in the direction of the east gate of the school.

On the other hand, I used to park my car near the west gate and lock it with the ring lock I had brought, and then go there at half past eight every Wednesday evening to meet the person collecting the car. The collector I met at a nearby bicycle market, a young man, who didn't talk much and didn't bid much, but I never cared.

I cheered up, but I didn't think about catching up with him.

Maybe the horse thief is like a leopard, accustomed to acting alone, and there is no need to get to know each other better, because that would be more dangerous, after all, it is a shady thing.

But on the other hand, without us, it is like the scavenging vultures on the grassland, and the black beetles on the earth, the corpses of these bicycles will slowly turn into scrap metal in various unknown corners. People made them, used them, and finally discarded them, which cannot but be said to be another form of crime.

Sounds a bit like a quibble? Maybe.

The world of horse thieves is always lonely, and I'm not a talkative person, so even if I'm a college student, even if I have three roommates. But my roommates aren't alone, they all have their own girlfriends, and they're called Warcraft, World of Warcraft, and Street Basketball. These three people have confused them all day long, and they are all living a life of sleeping during the day and going to an Internet café at night.

So I have a lot more freedom than people who aren't alone, which isn't necessarily a bad thing for horse thieves.

The only friend I can talk to at this school is Chen Zhen. In my same class, he studied mechanical automation, but unfortunately until now he can't even reset the simplest chain of bicycle dislocation.

Chen Zhen didn't know that I was a horse thief, and perhaps the biggest sin he had ever been exposed to in his life was just buying pirated movie discs of poor quality.

Chen Zhenhui and I met purely by chance. It's just because we called the same name in the QQ group of freshmen at school. Due to the different majors, it was not until the second year of university that we had the opportunity to take the same course, Introduction to Sociology, which was a common basic course for the whole school.

In that class, I saw Jian Ruoning for the second time.

Jian Ruoning's real name is not Jian Ruoning, it's just a random name I give her, because I don't know what her name is. I just think that Jian Ruoning's name is very good, and it matches her temperament and face shape. Sometimes I don't want to know her real name, for fear that if the name and temperament are 108,000 miles apart, the only beautiful dream in my college will be shattered.

Yes, who said that a horse thief can't have a liking.

The first time I saw Jane was in December of my freshman year, and that night meant a lot to me – it was the first time I started my career as a horse thief. Before that, I had been secretly observing the feasibility for a month, and I had carefully planned a week of prayers to God sixteen times, and Buddha twenty-three times, and then I had broken the lock of the fifty percent new city car in three seconds with the simplest T-knife.

When I came back from the East Gate, my back was soaked, and a layer of shirt was sticking to it. Just as I passed by the library, when I returned to the dormitory with the big lawn in the back of the library, I saw Jian Ruoning squatting alone on the edge of the lawn. She was feeding the cat with a fish fillet, and the cat's contented meow let out a chuckle like a silver bell.

There are often wild cats in that meadow, and I have seen countless compassionate girls feeding them with snacks, but only Jian Ruoning's face and voice are stuck in my mind, and I can't forget them.

As I said, I have a good memory.

I didn't see her again after that, however, until nine months later in this new semester of Introduction to Sociology.

As I said, our school is too big and there are too many people.

Chen Zhen didn't know how to be subtle, and pointed to the back of Jian Ruoning, who was sitting in the first row, during class. You see, beauty.

I don't know why I pretend I don't care, pout, and talk. It's not uncommon to see too much.

In college life, there are only three people who can be said to have left traces in my life: Chen Zhen, Jian Ruoning, and that peer. Unfortunately, I don't know the names of two of these three people. This may be the price of horse thieves.

The only time the three of them appeared together was on Christmas that year.

I thought that the second Christmas of the university would be as boring as the first Christmas, and I was even going to walk around the campus to see if I could get another car or something, but Chen Zhen suddenly called me and asked me if I would go to the Christmas party held by the student union in the dance hall of the art center. I haven't participated in any large-scale entertainment since I entered college, but the ghost sent a god to say, I'll go.

It's said to be a party, but it's actually a relatively large party, making games, and then singing and dancing. Among them, Chen Zhen and I went to the toilet, and when I came back, I saw Jian Ruoning sitting on a stool in the center of the dance floor holding a microphone and singing Hou Xiangting's "Ambiguous", and the pleasant voice of chuckling while watching the cat eat dried fish sounded in my ears: "

The continuation of my heart and your affection

There is an ambiguous satisfaction

I forgot the burden of longing

I can't hear how you're in love

I selfishly perpetuate the expectations of my heart

There is an ambiguous sunshine

Stand at one end of the city

Loneliness and love gather and disperse like floating clouds

While everyone was quietly intoxicated by the singing, I was secretly complaining that I had missed the opportunity to know her name again because of the incompetence of my bladder.

Last time, she took advantage of her time to go to the toilet and wanted to pass by her desk to take a look at her textbook, but she didn't think that the textbook was covered by one of her classmates' magazines. The only thing I know is that she usually rides a pink Giant to and from class.

Chen Zhen came back from the bathroom, looked at Jian Ruoning and exclaimed: The beauty of the social education class! If only I knew her.

I say that it is impossible: first, because with my understanding of Chen Zhen, although he is honest and has a good character, he has always been colorful and courageless; The second is because as soon as Jian Ruoning's song ended, a handsome boy went up to her with flowers and presented her, and then walked off the stage with her.

It is estimated that there were at least several Chen Zhen sighing in the field at that time.

While deliberately looking away from Jian Ruoning, I saw my colleague. He apparently saw me too.

Or maybe they saw me a long time ago. He smiled meaningfully at me, got up and led a girl out of his seat and towards the door of the art center.

I suddenly became curious, so I found an excuse to leave Chen Zhen and followed them outside. There are two rows of bicycles parked right in front of the art center, both of which are students who have come to play. As if he didn't see me, he left the girl on his side, walked straight to one of the cars, pulled something out of his trouser pocket and unlocked it.

It wasn't the sports car he was riding, it was a much cheaper city car. But when he unlocked it, I could tell that it wasn't a T-knife, but an authentic bicycle key - it looked like he had changed cars.

As for the reason for his change of car, looking at the girlfriend sitting in the back seat of his car at the moment, who has a little exaggerated makeup but obviously a lot of expensive clothes, I can still guess a few points.

The boy nodded slightly to me standing on the steps, and with a force of his feet, the car disappeared into the darkness. (To be continued.) )

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