A-Ying is smart and clever, and she is a typical person who is a big ghost. She called me not by name, only brother, and in dialect, knowing that others could not understand, the voice was very soft, and it sounded very warm in my heart, and people who didn't know thought we were brothers and sisters.

Only a Wenzhou aunt in the restaurant could hear it. Once I chatted with A-Ying in my hometown dialect, Gala La, I couldn't understand a word. During the meal, she translated: "Auntie asked me who you are, I said it was my brother, and Auntie said that it was a wild elephant, and it was a little darker." She couldn't laugh, God knows what she laughed at.

A-Ying's laughter is also different, crisp and pleasant, not dry at all, everyone looks at her, she blushes and desperately can't hold back the laughter, and finally can't help it, and said: "You clean up, I really can't help it", twisted her head and covered her mouth and ran away, leaving me blank and eating innocently.

A lot of girls look at us and whisper, which makes people uncomfortable. The boy saw the little beauty running away, leaving me alone, showing a sly sly smile, shaking his head at me proudly and squeezing his eyes. I thought to myself: it's your! He was still eating as if nothing had happened.

After the meal, I found A-Ying and asked what made her smile like this. She said: "Aunt Rice said you look like a little white face in the Congo"! I'll go! It turned out that I was black, alas. The academic old cooking aunt is also so connotative, admire!

Anyone who makes A-Ying laugh is a good person. Simple logic.

Ah Ying and me, my cousin called me to the office to talk once, nothing more than how to face it in the future, to be responsible, Ah Ying's stupid girl is too deep, can't live up to the words of grace and power. I hurriedly said, "Sister, you misunderstood, A-Ying and I are good friends!" ”

“Sit！ In addition to class, I don't sleep together, and I'm tired of being together at other times, Qingqing and my little boys and girls, and good friends? What a good friend! Ay! The little brother made up a logical reason to sprinkle. ”

"My cousin speaks foul words and has a professional level." My cousin laughed and blasted me out. My cousin is so nice! I thought so when I went out.

Although everyone knows that Ah Ying and I are a couple, in public, we still maintain what people consider to be a polite distance, and we have never acted intimately. One day, during morning class, I was talking with A-Ying while walking, and A-Ying habitually held my arm, in full view of everyone.

A teacher passed on the matter to her cousin, and for this, her cousin also reprimanded her, and A-Ying was depressed for several days. said to me unevenly, "I'm a girl, what's wrong with holding my brother's arm!" "Full of grievances. I quite enjoyed the little beauty's gesture of holding my arm, and I thought it was very warm and romantic, especially in the envious, jealous and hateful eyes of the boys, and the pride was self-evident. It's a bit selfish.

Subsequently, a couple of young couples also appeared in front of people holding hands or clasping hands. They show young love in a variety of forms. At first, people were uncomfortable, there were whistles and screams, and it didn't take long to take it for granted. (Of course, this is common nowadays, and if you see a young couple walking arm in arm on the street, you will think it is beautiful.) Even if it's on your back, it won't feel strange - off topic)

In the early 90s, people's concepts were changing, the traditional modern, the East and the West, intertwined, each with its own opinion, and there was no agreement. The concepts, theories, and philosophies of the East and the West, in terms of outlook on life, values, and world view, collide with each other, and each competes against each other, and the radicals and conservatives in the university are constantly arguing, and it is a great era of conceptual transformation.

To this end, I also spent a certain amount of time studying the philosophy of Haig, Nietzsche,

He also read books by writers from the East and the West, such as Flaubert, Kant, Stendhal, Shakespeare, Turgenev, Hugo, Kawabata Yasusu, Guo Moruo, etc., and became very interested in Latin American literary works, specializing in the study of the masterpiece of magical realism, "One Hundred Years of Solitude". and the masterpieces of the top domestic writers at that time, such as Jia Pingwa and Chen Zhongzhong, as well as the poems of Beidao and Gu Cheng, and so on. That was the most reading time in my life, all thanks to Ah Ying.

We read books, each reading their own books, communicating with each other, and sometimes I was too lazy to read, A-Ying read it to me, and it was so colorful that people were obsessed with books and people.

I read few fairy tales, and Arint likes to read Hans Christian Andersen and Greene, and I read them all. It can be regarded as a malignant remark, except for the folklore stories told by my mother, such as the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl, and the Conch Girl, I should listen to the stories in my childhood. I made up for the emotional intelligence class. (My EQ is very low, which has always been my weakness, and my mother often said that "the children in the family will withdraw from the pet, but you will not.") I admit that, of course, it had to do with my mother, who was too frail and sick to take care of her at the age when I should have been withdrawn from her coquettishness—digression)

Once, when talking about the Indian epic "Ramayana", A-Ying suddenly asked me who was the happiest Marx or Yanni, and I said that of course it was Yanni, shrouded in the aura of Marx's internationalist revolutionary, the depictor and creator of the new era and new century, she should be very proud. She said faintly that men never understand women, Max is creating the future, he is an idealist, his life depends on Yanni to take care of her, Yanni is taking care of a family, and her happiness should be understood from the meaning of life, not from an idealistic point of view...... We talked a lot that night. Suddenly I have a feeling of admiration for A-Ying, the little daughter's family, there is such a profound, alternative thinking, not simple.

Useless to be a scholar? It was the first serious reflection in my life. A-Ying sorted out the reading notes and manuscripts that I had spent more than a year on, and I finally decided to burn them all, and the waste paper was not worth much at that time. Only some poems were left, and occasionally the manuscript fee of 3-5O yuan was changed, and they were all thrown away in the wastebasket of history.