Chapter 8: Knots and Myths
Library!
I like the tranquil environment, the peaceful atmosphere, the calm state of mind.
I was staring intently at a book when I suddenly heard someone call my name, and at the same time I felt a tap on my left shoulder, and I looked to the left, and there was no one, so I knew that someone was behind me on the right.
"What!" I didn't even look back.
Mao Qian jumped up to me and said, "What are you looking at?" β
"Books."
"Hey!" She took a closer look at the cover of my book and touched me with her elbow, "Do you see any doorways?"
"I understand a little." I still didn't lift my eyelids, turned the page, and still looked.
What a taste of revenge!
Mao Qian smiled and said, "It's okay now!" β
"It's okay, why are you asking!" I flipped the page, but I wasn't really looking at it anymore.
"I see you've been in a daze before, a little out of shape, so I'm a little worried."
"What are you worried about, worried that my head will suddenly explode and an alien will come out?"
"Don't be disgusting, I ask you, do you always think about that dream?"
I put down the book and sighed, "To be precise, it's the person who always thinks about the dream." β
Mao Qian stared at me silently for a while: "Yes, the situation is more serious!" β
"What's serious?"
"I don't understand, you shouldn't still think about what you have and don't, you ...... You tell me what happened to you and Mo Qingyu that night. β
My face was hot, and I said, "What's wrong!" β
"Didn't anything happen? Didn't say anything, didn't do anything? β
I asked, "Then what should you do?" β
Guo Maoqian was also warmed by my question: "No, there is no hope." You're innocent.β
βSo innocentοΌβ It's a must!
"And what are you doing now?"
"Look up the books on dreaming. Like you said, I have to know what's wrong with me, it's okay to keep dreaming of the same person, is it perverted? β
"Can you please stop talking about your broken dreams?"
"But I don't think enough times to emphasize it. You know, everything in the dream is real, you don't know, I can't describe that feeling to you, I just can't help but think about it. β
Mao Qian rolled her eyelids and said: "Well, okay, hanging pots to help the world, astrological divination, interpreting dreams for people, enlightening people, now I have a job to do!" β
"What's the matter, Doctor Guo, now that I think I should hang the pot to help the world?"
Mao Qian patted my leg and said angrily: "Hey, I'm kind enough to help you." β
"I know." I scratched my scalp in frustration.
"Do you miss her?" She said this in a tone that was almost jealous.
βAlwaysοΌβ
"Don't tell me, you're in love with this avatar." She pursed her lips.
"What if I said yes."
"If you like a certain character on TV, I can understand that you like a person you fantasize about......"
"That's exactly what I wanted to ask...... Originally, I should have asked Li Yuncheng. Do you girls sometimes fantasize about the kind of guy you like in your heart? Imagine him standing next to you and bow his head and kiss his hand, imagine him leading you to dance. β
Mao Qian said: "I also fantasize about him getting up a tall building, fantasizing about him feasting guests, and fantasizing about his building collapsing!" β
I continued, "I guess most girls have fantasies. 'Shen Yun' This virtual character is actually the kind of girl I fantasize about, but it's just through dream fantasies. β
"That seems to make sense." Mao Qian nodded in thought.
"So I wanted to find out if there were any books on this."
"You see this is useless, the book is written by people, how do you know if the person who compiled this book is talking nonsense. Well, I recommend you to watch an anime movie, "Red Hot Chili Peppers" by Japanese anime master Satoshi Kon, which is a work about dreams. Of course, if you can't read it, you can read the movie review again. β
I laughed and said, "Look at people." β
"And ...... It's okay to understand, but don't be distracted by your dreams, your recent physics test is not up to par. Mao Qian patted me on the shoulder and left.
"It's meant to be a lump." I laughed and laughed at myself.
"You've got to eat a lump too!"
Weekend, Family Meeting 1001. Mom is like a female general who judges the situation on the battlefield, pinching a few tables of the employment situation, and talking eloquently: "The employment situation of liberal arts students is not optimistic, you don't know it, do you still need your mother to talk to you, even college students are not easy to find a job now, not to mention that you still want to choose an unpopular one." In a word, you choose science when you divide the subject, look at my trill, a must! β
"Don't I have any choice?" I protested.
"You're not old enough to talk to me about streamlining administration and delegating power, kid." Mom clenched her fists.
"You're a dictatorship." I am ready to revolt.
"Wrong, our family has always been a people's democracy, and only for you is the dictatorship."
"But I'm part of the people, aren't I?"
"Well, let's talk about democracy, let's vote. If you are in favor of Zeng Jinghong's choice of science, please raise your hand. Mom was the first to raise her right hand and looked at Dad with a smile in her eyes.
Dad looked at the ceiling, scratched his chin again, and found that he could not avoid Mom's burning gaze, glanced at me, continued to knit the sweater, and said, "I abstain." β
"You!"
Dad said: "This is an internal contradiction among the people, not a class struggle, take it easy." β
"One to one." I said triumphantly.
"But this controversy can't be put aside, and it won't be long before it's separated, and you can't hide from it." Mom threatened.
"Then let me make my own choices, can't you?"
"I really don't understand, how can a boy study liberal arts, the respectability of a man is that he uses his reason to neutralize a woman's sensibility. This is what women like the most, and I am thinking about you being able to marry a beautiful wife and concubine in the future, child. β
"Come on, I don't believe you've thought that far."
"If you hold on to those fake things, you will regret it in the future. I'm not saying that it's bad to engage in literature and art, it's just that you, you can't swallow that bowl of rice, that's not the game you should participate in. β
"Mom, you know my science grades are mediocre. And I wasn't interested in any of the science subjects. I explained to my mom.
"I know you've always wanted to be a novelist and be able to publish your own novels. But you have to know how hard it is to eat this bowl of rice, how many setbacks and ups and downs are waiting for you, and how slim the possibility of success is. If you write something that no one reads, or even a publisher doesn't want to publish it for you, do you think you can withstand the blow? β
"You can let him try......" Dad wanted to interject.
"When it's too late, do you have to wait until you fail, your peers have found the right positions, and you have to fight again? At that time, your fragile little heart will be even more unbearable. I hope you will study science and study medicine in the future, and your uncle is the vice president, and it will not be a problem to work in his hospital after graduation. β
"But do you think this kind of life is interesting?"
"I think it's very interesting, don't bother with tea, rice, oil and salt, have a house, a car, a wife, a stable income, and be respected, if this kind of life is boring, you might as well insert two little wings and fly to the sky. Oh my god, what am I talking about. β
Dad said: "Son, now that college students are graduating from school, they also choose their own careers, and it is really not easy to find a job, you can really consider your mother's opinion." β
"Can't you get a job if you study liberal arts?" I said stubbornly.
"I don't let you study liberal arts, mainly because I want to discourage you from writing novels, I know you'll eventually lean on this, listen to your mother's words. You have a magic barrier in your heart......" Mom said this, her eyes suddenly sharp, and her tone suddenly sharp, "Put your wand down." β
I threw one of the chopsticks on the table that I had always held in my hand to play.
"Find a decent job so that you can live more comfortably in the future without having to scratch your hair and scratch your ears to make a living."
"It's not a question of whether you're comfortable or not. Instead, I want to pursue my dreams, and of course the process of chasing my dreams will be very hard, and of course there will be many setbacks and ups and downs, otherwise it will not be my dreams that can be easily achieved. I want to be a novelist, writing novels is what I love to do, and holding a scalpel is not what I like to do. Mom, you say, if I give up what I like to do and do what I don't like to do, will I be happy?"
Mom was speechless for a while, not knowing how to fight back, sighed, turned around, and then poked his thumb back to signal Dad to play.