Ye Qian and I walked out of the gate of the Tsinghua campus hand in hand.

When I parted, I was reluctant.

"Okay," Ye Qian smiled, "Don't be slimy, let's process the manuscript well when we go back!" ”

"I know!" I said and reluctantly let go of Ye Qian's hand.

"You must be careful and cautious in processing manuscripts," Ye Qian told again, "If you have doubts and are not sure, you must not take it for granted, you can mark the doubts!" ”

"Okay!" I say.

"Do you know Marais Bray?" Ye Qian asked softly.

"Yes," I said seriously, "the famous French geographer." ”

"Yes," Ye Qian said with a smile, "in a new book, he points out that the height of a mountain is 36,000 feet. At the first proof, the height of the mountain was lined up at 360,000 feet. The author crossed out a '0'. The second proof, the height of the mountain was 3,600,000 feet. The angry author wrote: 'What a 3,600,000 stupid donkey! I'm writing 36000 feet! The author thought that they would definitely pay attention this time, so he went about his work with other things. When the book was published, the text read: 'The world's tallest mountain towers 36,000 feet, and there literally inhabit 3,600,000 stupid donkeys!' ’”

"What carelessness!" I laughed.

"Carelessness is the biggest enemy of career success," Ye Qian said with a serious face, "It is said that because of this small mistake, that mountain that was not famous became famous all over the world for its bizarre 'height', and the author of the book suddenly became the object of ridicule and ridicule." One can imagine how dull the author's face is and how angry he is in his heart. If you are not careful, it will often backfire. ”

"I'll be careful," I said with a smile, "and I will be careful and careless in my manuscripts." ”

"That's good," Ye Qianwan smiled, "I'm leaving!" ”

"It's best not to wear high heels when driving in the future," I said with concern, "Driving in high heels will affect the action of stepping on the clutch pedal, accelerator pedal and brake pedal, and whether it is emergency braking or not, the probability of your foot slipping off the pedal will be relatively increased." Even if there is no accident, it is possible to sprain your delicate and delicate little ankle, how cost-effective! ”

"I broke my ankle twice," Ye Qian said with a smile, "not when I was driving!" ”

"By the way," I said to Ye Qian seriously, "I heard that many people like to call BMW 'don't touch me', I didn't know what it meant before, but today I finally understand!" ”

"Understand what?" Ye Qian asked curiously.

"Understand why BMW is called 'Don't touch me'!" I smiled.

"Why?"

"Because she doesn't have the habit of having sex in a private house!"

"You're right," Ye Qian said with a smile, "Parking my car in front of your windowless dwelling not only ruined me, but also ruined this car!" ”

"Goodbye!" I smiled and waved my hand to Ye Qian, "If you don't do it, you won't do it, there's a lot of nonsense!" ”

"I just don't want to do it with you," Ye Qian said and lowered her head and got into the cab, "Call me if you have something!" ”

She said that and drove away.

I got back into the house.

I began to sort out the manuscripts that Ye Qian brought me, reading and pondering at the same time.

The night grew deeper.

The little couple next door is back.

After washing, they began to toss around the house.

"Hey! I'm! I stood up in annoyance, distraught.

"Crunch...... Crunch...... Crunch ......"

The sound of rats gnawing on the legs of the bed, accompanied by the undisguised moans of the girl, made me unable to sit still any longer.

I got up and grabbed two bottles of beer and went up a staircase made of iron sheets to the top of the building.

The roof is extremely spacious.

After sitting for a long time, I guessed that the two men should have ended the fight, and then I went downstairs to my room sullenly.

Stayed up all night studying the manuscript.

At dawn, I went to the noodle shop in front of the door to eat a bowl of noodles, and then went back to sleep.

After the day is night, and after night it is day.

My life, in addition to processing manuscripts, is to go up to the roof of the building to drink, or hang out on the campus of Tsinghua University.

Occasionally, I would write a few love stories to regulate my brain, which was cluttered with manuscripts. Since I didn't have a computer, I would write it on a piece of paper and go to an internet café to post my love story online.

I never expected my online love story to bring me any fame and fortune.

I write love stories just because I love them.

I like love and I like to write about love.

I'm still working on the manuscript day and night.

Ye Qian was quite satisfied with the manuscript I processed, but she still told me some deficiencies as much as possible.

Every time I finish working on a manuscript, I draw a horizontal or vertical painting on the wall, and three horizontal and two vertical is a straight character.

The little couple next door quarreled and quarreled, and after the quarrel, they broke the plate and smashed the bowl. Finally, after a stormy smashing and robbery, they broke up with the man slamming the door and the girl sitting on the ground crying, and the frustration and despair of the house seemed to drift to me. I came to the hallway, through the open door, and when I saw the messy house, I saw the tears on the girl's face. Once again, I felt the softness and pain in my heart, in this corner of this hard and indifferent city, in that moment of loneliness and confusion.

I silently walked up to the girl named Yang Yan.

"Close the door!" I looked at Yang Yan, who was sitting on the ground in a mess, and said softly, "The second landlord will drive you away when he sees it, and may even ask you to compensate for the losses in the house!" ”

Yang Yan wiped her tears and stood up.

My mood went from being relaxed and happy to being terrible again.

When I went back to the house, I bought a box of Yanjing beer and a Zhongnanhai cigarette.

In the smoke, I was thinking about my future.

The night grew deeper.

Still not sleepy, I wanted to go out and get some air, so I grabbed two bottles of beer from a box in the corner and tiptoed to the top of the building like a ghost.

The roof is extremely spacious.

Just as I was about to spit out the old and accept the new, I was suddenly surprised to find a dark shadow dangling next to the railing on the side of the building! I thought it was my eyes that were spent, so I rubbed my eyes and shook my head again, and found that it was indeed a black shadow, and it was still shaking!

"Who?" I asked quietly.

The black shadow didn't say a word, still dangling by the railing on the roof.

I had the courage to take a closer look, only to find that it was Yang Yan.

This little girl did not study well all day, wandering around during the day, spinning at night, and often making a tinkling or some kind of sound in the house similar to a mouse gnawing on the leg of a bed or the rain hitting a banana leaf, and never even looked at me.

The moon is dark and the wind is high in the middle of the night, what is she running to the top of the building?

"Who are you?" I asked knowingly.

"I'm your mother!" Yang Yan spoke.

Not only did she startle me, but she choked on me.

I just wanted to open my mouth to scold, but suddenly I found that her eyes were faintly shining, as if she was crying, and as if her eyes were so bright and flickering.

"My mom never goes up to the roof," I said a little angrily, "and besides, my mom isn't in Beijing!" ”

"I'm sorry!" Yang Yan said softly, "I was angry just now!" ”

"Nothing?" I said indifferently, "If my mother is as young and beautiful as you, I won't be happy yet!" ”

In the dark, I seemed to see Yang Yan purse her mouth, as if she wanted to laugh, and seemed to want to cry, and didn't seem to want to laugh or cry.

After chatting for a while, I figured out the situation: Yang Yan is pregnant, the man is gone, the tuition fee has been borrowed and not repaid, the rent is about to expire, and her classmates are as poor as her and can't help...... I listened to Yang Yan speak quietly, as if I were listening to a freelance writer telling an editor about the idea of a novel. It's so miserable that I racked my brains and couldn't make up the plot for a long time, and this little girl edited it for me in less than a few minutes.

I took a big sip of beer, which was pure, frothy, and lyrical; I looked up at the sky, the moon was dark and the wind was high, and there were no clouds, which was suitable for writing poetry; I looked downstairs, no one had ever walked, no dog had ever run, and it was suitable to be a thief; I looked up at Yang Yan again and found that her eyes were still like two stars, bright and shining.

"I really don't know what to do!" Yang Yan muttered.

"Hit!" I say.

"What's the fight?" Yang Yan asked.

"I haven't hit again, how do I know?" I took another big sip of beer as I spoke, and it still felt frothy and pure.

Yang Yan turned around.

She lay on the railing on the roof of the building and said nothing, not knowing whether she wanted to jump off the building or drink some beer.

"Let's go back!" I said to Yang Yan with concern, "This month is dark and windy, be careful of being a brick by the second landlord as a thief!" I've lost a couple of gas canisters upstairs lately! ”

"I don't want to go back to the house," Yang Yan said with tears in her eyes, "I'm scared to stay alone in the house!" ”

"Then go to my house, if you don't worry!" I said with a hippie smile, "I'm alone anyway, I can't sleep at night, and I'm scared!" ”

After Yang Yan said "um", she tiptoed downstairs with me.