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From Huang Biyun, the favorite Hong Kong writer in the seventh year of Viola, "She is a woman and I am a woman".

"She is a woman, so am I" Huang Biyun.

-I thought I could spend my life with it.

Her name is Xu Zhihang. When I first met her, we were freshmen. I took the compulsory course "The Art of Thinking" in my freshman year and got to know her.

She is the only female student I know who wears cheongsam and embroidered shoes in class. It's really artificial, but it's very eye-catching I remember that it was a pair of extremely bright red embroidered shoes. She has ear-length short hair and often bows her head to take notes, like a good student. But what she painted was pink Kou Dan-all the women who painted Kou Dan were bad women, showing off their temptations quietly in small places, totally bad women. I didn't know I would like bad women.

Sure enough, her reputation spread widely. The boys in the class told me that her name is Xu Zhixing, and she graduated from Jiangsu and Zhejiang College and lives in Lantang Road. We were in Plato's class, but they talked about Xu's trip in the dormitory in twos and threes. I hold hands and smile, but I have a little contempt for these male students, but they still like to talk about her and call her "Fengxian Xiao".

I haven't been to class since I traveled. I met her at the railway station. She kept walking with her head down, followed by a boy.

The next year we met in the class of "Introduction to Sociology". The old lecturer was afraid of the roll call and made us sit in one place and another, so that he could watch it at the same time. I took the opportunity to sit beside Xu Zhihang. I remember that day she wore a plain white and purple wide-body cotton cheongsam with fine hair on her arms. And it also gives off a smell-a mixed smell of powder, perfume, milk and ink-which I later called "Impatiens". Her hands are slippery and cold. I really want to touch her. But I didn't, because she didn't notice me.

She is absent from class again. When talking about Marx's surplus value theory, she appeared again and asked me to borrow notes. I showed it to her and smiled: "It's no use lending it to you. Only I understand this. " She raised her eyebrows and said, "Oh, not really." Because of laziness and short shorthand, my classmates described it as "code notes", so no one has ever borrowed it from me. I think her writing is flying, but she translated my "password" neatly-there is no class in January, which requires a little skill. I like smart people, which may be the reason why I travel.

I said, "Buy you coffee." She said, "Good." This conversation is also like a telegram.

We sat in the sunset, and everyone had nothing to say. I looked at her carefully, and she looked at me and said, "I have seen you." The leaves are very thin. You play shakuhachi in the classroom alone at night. I've heard of you. Wearing a silver bracelet, she shook it loudly and said, "I know you lost a pink bust of Madden Square last week. I saw it on the poster in the dormitory hall. "That's you, isn't it?" She smiled: "The whole dormitory knows, even the boys' dormitory knows, that you have lost a pink 32B bust of Mei Dongfang, which is so rustic!" I said, "No, 32A is right, I am thin." I saw her chest ups and downs, and I smiled, "I bet you should wear at least 34B, which may increase to 38 after marriage! & amp 127;” Travel gently covered his chest: "Oh, I'm afraid too!" " "Our conversation started with a beautiful bust.

She came to class every time, so we talked. This old lecturer is really thin, wearing flesh-colored nylon stockings. I asked her where to buy the cheongsam, and she said it was a trade secret. I invited her to the school play, which was Shing Hon Lau's Pipa Trip, and we laughed miserably. I dragged her to see Eisenstein's October, and we both slept until everyone left. We go for a midnight snack and sometimes wear jeans when traveling, such as eating fried clams with me that day, but she still insists on wearing those embroidered shoes.

In the next semester of Grade Three, her roommate retired. But she didn't inform the head nurse, so I continued to travel. In fact, this is the real beginning of my peace journey.

To tell the truth, I just think this trip is charming, a little smart and easy-going, but I really don't know her very well. This is also the place where we love men and women most. Our initial attraction was based on each other's looks-although I am not a beautiful woman, I don't have the coquetry of my trip, but I know how to sell myself in a low-key way. I think my trip will like people like me. This is a kind of, alas, subtle smoke and flattery. Her cheongsam embroidered shoes are not.

In this way, our living room is a "smoke alley". We all smoke, she smokes double happiness, and I smoke mint Dunhill, all of which are worthless cigarettes. We all like tom Witts, dancing in the room,&; 127; Her body is very soft. We are all women. I sometimes watch Beauvoir, but later I think it's not enough just to watch Kristeva. I liked to see Yi Shu on the trip, and then I protested. She changed Shagang, and I protested again. She looked at Ansella Carter. & amp 127; We all entered this country gradually. I got a scholarship, she applied, but she didn't. Because she lost to me.

I got a scholarship that day and took a photo in the school magazine. I remember when I was shopping with her, she took a fancy to a burgundy eggplant sweater. 127; 950 yuan, she couldn't bear to buy it, so I bought it for her and planned to give it to her at dinner. But she never came back. I waited until dark, and I was alone in the room without turning on the light. It was late autumn, and the window was actually an evacuated sea of fishing lights. Suddenly I feel that "Lang Xin is like iron". I've had boyfriends before, but I've never cared so much. There is no quilt for the trip today. I didn't wear embroidered shoes today. I'm running out of toothpaste for my trip, so I need to buy more for her. The smell of impatiens on this trip lingered in the room. Travel powder. Tears of the journey. I quietly leaned against the window, silently shed two tears, only two drops, and dried up. A trip.

I woke up and ate some bread. Suddenly, I found that bread has an unpleasant smell of flour, which is close to the taste of feed. I didn't know the taste of bread until I ate it for more than ten years. If I get the truth, regret is very cliche, but at this moment I am very sad, with the taste of just knowing. Oh, the taste of this world is hard to say.

At midnight, I leaned against the window and heard the motor ring. During the trip, she jumped out of the taxi. She is wearing a black dress and black flat shoes. Poor woman, I'm still paying attention to what she wears at this moment. I found that I pay more attention to her clothes and smell than her temperament-maybe she has no temperament, and I suddenly feel ashamed, so what's the difference between me and other men? I am as serious as I am, although I have never touched her; Perhaps because everyone refused to tell the truth, I never kissed and caressed her, and I didn't think it was necessary-the so-called lesbian kissing and crying were all imagined by men for the entertainment of their eyes, and never happened in my trip with him. I didn't even say "I love you" to my trip. But now I know that I love her very much; I love her so much that I want to know if she has temperament.

I leaned against the window, and when I was hot, I understood. My trip is coming, my trip is coming.

Xu opened the door and pulled her to the bed. Her face was flushed and she smelled of sour wine. Somehow, she wore heavy makeup today and her face turned pale. I remembered the smell of bread. I am very silent, and everything that stops at my mouth is cold.

She smiled: "You are very happy today. I am very happy today. " Suddenly, with a splash, coins flew at me all over the sky. "Nishino, I am just a secular person." I hid my face and said nothing. The coin hit the back of my hand and stung me very much. If you are tired of throwing, just rest on the bed. It was quiet for a while, and I felt the light dazzling.

"This trip." She didn't answer me, she fell asleep. I wiped her face, undressed her, took off her shoes and pants and kissed her feet.

I tidied up a little, and then left a note on her desk: "If one day we get lost in the crowd, it's because we don't try to live a rich life." In fact, I didn't have any ambitions at that time. But this trip.

That night, I knocked on a man's room This man has coveted me for a long time, and his face is impatient. I didn't know I was going there, too. This may be revenge for myself, my trip, and this man, because I have no heart. My body doesn't belong to me. I am bored all day. I saw that man rented a room for me and went, and I didn't care. I go to class as usual, pay more attention to the class, and change my old temper.

Walking through the dormitory, I always look around. Is the trip there? She is combing her hair. She is doing her homework. She is reading a newspaper? Will she miss me? Travel suddenly disappeared in my life, and I was so calm that no one knew the ups and downs in my heart. Travel, travel, travel.

That night, in the late autumn weather, I had dinner with that man. That man's words are tasteless, and I just drank wine. After a meal, my whole body was red. Walking in the evening breeze, I vomited and my face was full of tears. The man handed me his handkerchief and I held him tightly. At this point, any man with a handkerchief is a good man. I can't help reducing my dislike for him. Really, if you have feelings with him at this time, it is not a bad thing to interrupt your trip from now on. The man was driving a Japanese car. As soon as he got on the bus, he hugged me tightly and put his face together. I smiled and said, "You could have been a good man, but you would have kissed a smelly woman. I doubt your taste. " He drove angrily and sent me back to the cabin. I said, "Wait a minute, I'm going back to the dormitory to get something."

At three o'clock in Ike's trip, there was only one desk lamp, but no one saw her. I stood at night and looked around. My trip was under that bright lamp. I didn't mean to steal her scenery. I'm just a quiet woman who wants to develop a simple emotional relationship with someone. Why the world can't hold me.

Suddenly, the shadow of travel flashed in front of the window and turned off the light. Does this flash make the travel hair long? Has anyone cut her toenails and painted her Kou Dan? I'm leaving. Who will button her up? Who will come to see her at night and who will miss her? Who knew she was happy and sad? Who is arguing with her about that little scenery? Who does she love and suffer from?

I really want to see her. Just take a look.

I hurried upstairs and locked the door, but I had the key. She sleeps with her chest hanging down, still full. After a few weeks apart, she is neither thin nor haggard. I look carefully, her toenails are still neatly cut, and Kou Dan is nice and brilliant red as usual. There are many dolls on her bed, and now she is holding the white rabbit and sleeping like a baby. How nice. I'm gone, and she's still alive. The sun is still rising and the night is low. Ike, at three o'clock, some people are asleep and some people are awake. Who is next door, still typing, doing homework, and doing the honor and disgrace in the world? I suddenly burst into tears. Kaka rang in my throat: someone tried to strangle me. who is it? I suffocated myself, thinking that the stars would fall like rain tonight. This trip wasted my brain.

My tears dripped on my face, and I squeezed my face red, just trying to breathe. I woke up suddenly during the journey, grabbed my hand tightly and said, "Why?"

Travel held me in my arms, and I smelled her impatiens and fell asleep peacefully. I vaguely heard a car horn downstairs. Who cares? That man has fulfilled his value in my life and has nothing to do with me since then. There is only one trip before us.

Travel held my face and said, "You are so stupid." I didn't answer. I just want to sleep. There will be the sun tomorrow.

Since then, travel has become better. We do our homework late at night, and she always makes me ginseng tea. I have been lazy to read books during my trip. Why did I change my temper? I just vaguely feel that this trip is different from before, even the perfume water is different, and the opium is used. I feel suffocated.

The evening trip went out again. At midnight, she always swims around like a leopard in a red sweater and black boots. There is a sapphire sports car waiting for her downstairs. When she came back, her cheeks were always red, and she bought me warm jiaozi, but I couldn't eat it. Glutinous rice dumplings, if not put, will be hard and can't be eaten. Rosty Yi, I'm at a loss for some hard jiaozi. Travel always goes away. It's grade four now. Wow, she only got 1 1 points.

I'm going to spend the night at home during Christmas. After the trip, I asked her how long she would stay at home. She shook her head and joked, "I'm going to Beijing."

I stopped and was silent for a long time. My trip and I have been to Japan to play, and our next destination is Beijing. That was last Christmas. I quietly hid my face and said, "Do you still remember my trip ..."

She grabbed my hand and looked me in the eye: "I remember. But that was before. This is my chance. You have to plan for your future. It doesn't mean that I will live in vain for a lifetime. " She kissed me on the forehead and left.

I sat alone in a room in the air. I thought I could sit for a lifetime. I fell to the ground and found the carpet dirty. My trip and I spent an afternoon in Central. She insisted on Iranian carpets, which I found unrealistic and advocated buying Indian products. As a result, I compromised and bought a Belgian carpet. We ate Dutch food with a carpet in our arms. We ordered a dozen big oysters on the trip and all the money was spent ... when did that happen?

I stayed in the library all day this Christmas and wandered around. I was leafing through the weekly magazine when I suddenly saw a fat yellow man wearing a pair of very eye-catching snow goggles. I was horrified to find that this man was traveling! I covered the magazine and went to the dining hall casually, but I sat in the same position as the first time. I was dizzy and almost cried. Bullet your teeth, go back to the library and concentrate on your homework.

When I came back from my trip, I was sleeping on my desk. There was a magazine with photos of my trip on it. I'm not looking forward to the trip, and nothing happened during the trip. I sat and smoked a cigarette. Then she said, "I lost my wife and my soldiers."

I make her a cup of green tea. She held my hand tightly and I stroked her hair gently.

I didn't ask again and she didn't mention it again. Until now, I still don't know what happened to her. She doesn't go out at night. She practices her manners seriously in the room, and her face is tilted back and forth, which is very attractive.

Graduation is just around the corner, and I also restrained my so-called smoky obsequiousness. After all, I'm not a social butterfly or a dancer, and I can't eat a lot of obsequiousness. I applied for a degree in graduate school, hoping to have a place in academia in the future. To tell the truth, it doesn't take much wisdom and courage to be an intellectual, just like boring material like me. So I buried myself in the most easy course of modern western philosophy. The teacher doesn't understand me. Everyone can look at my paper and smile at each other. At least I did. Everyone is really relieved and happy.

My feelings for travel have cooled down. She is more attractive and beautiful than before, and dressed as beautiful as an exam. I heard from my classmates that she was having an affair with a teacher. I was told that she worked as a photography model in a magazine. Why do others know more about travel than I do? My trip is running out of time. I hope to rent a house, she will continue her public service and I will continue my studies. I wish I had a cat and an Iranian hand-woven carpet. In the middle of the night, I can eat warm and soft dumplings with my trip. My requirements for life are simple.

Thinking of me, I bought a bunch of flowers and went back to my room. I want to be with my trip. The girls' dormitory in the afternoon is very quiet.

There is a tie hanging in front of our house, and I am standing at the door with a bunch of sunflowers. Travel is an old English rule, that is, there is a male guest in our room. How is that possible? That's where I went with him. They even made love in my bed and made me wash the sheets. In this way, I can never sleep in that bed again in my life. I often think that men's semen is the most confusing thing, which is more disgusting than not being cleaned, runny nose, phlegm and so on. How could you do that?

The president of the hostel in the opposite room just came back and asked me, "What's the matter? I forgot my key. Shall I open it for you? " "No need." I said quickly and took out the key.

This trip and a man, really in my bed, are rolling into the harbor. I feel that the sun chrysanthemum in my hand is crumbling, and I am afraid that the petals will be scattered all over the floor. The trip was still half-hidden, unmoved, but the man didn't move and didn't know how to hide. This man has a pimple on his face and loose hair. He is in his thirties. I looked him straight in the eye: "Sir, this is the girls' dormitory. Please get dressed. " The traveler glanced at him sideways and said, "Ignore her." I threw my clothes all over the floor and shouted at the couple, "Get dressed! I don't talk to animals. "

The man really got dressed quickly, turned over and smoked a cigarette during the trip, relieved and said nothing. I picked up the contraceptive bag scattered on the ground and said to him, "Here you are, sir, please be solemn."

"... sorry. "He hurriedly put the contraceptive bag into his trouser pocket, and I opened the door for him. I said, "Sir, my relationship with travel is not normal. Please respect us and don't come here. " He was expressionless for a while, then paused for a long time, and then whispered in shock, "You! Pervert! "

I shaved his face and slammed the door.

Looking at me on the trip, she blushed and cigarettes burned on her fingers. She still looked at me motionless. I leaned against the door and did not move. What is the time? When everything is destroyed, what time should we calculate? I don't know how long we have been deadlocked, and her cigarette has gone out. Winter is very long.

It's getting dark and the night is heavy. I suddenly smiled gently and then shed two tears. I said, "Anyway, we can be the same as before."

She said, "It's different. It's different. You are so naive. You will be defeated by me in the future. " I hid my face and said, "I didn't want to argue with you. Why do you want to go out and get cheap? "

She said, "He can help me, get into a magazine, and maybe become isabella rossellini. Is that okay? "

I said, "Why do you want to please men? We are not prostitutes. " She replied, "haven't you ever taken advantage of men?" Reading books in this field is no different from not reading. "

I sat down slowly. I think of some people, people who have breakfast, dinner and drinks with me. Think of that man, because he had a handkerchief when I was drunk, and I almost entrusted it to him for the rest of my life.

Everyone has his weaknesses.

"I'm hungry. After the trip, I was naked, grabbed a dress casually and said to me, "Excuse me, I want to go out." I get out of the way, and her footsteps are far away. Sunflower withered quietly in the dark. I closed my eyes and suddenly understood what a "foreign object" was. From now on, everything is external.

I went to bed early that night, and Rosty Yi woke up with a rabbit in her arms and slept like a baby. I left a note saying that I would wait for her to eat in the dining hall at night, and then go out to class. I didn't expect her to come.

I sat at the table near the stairs waiting for her, and the winter dusk hung like death. Walking, a pair of long hair half tied up, sweater and trousers, wearing a scarf and bright blue colored stone earrings. When she saw me, she smiled gently. I found that she has grown into a woman, and even her smile is measured. It can be seen that these books have not been read in vain.

We ordered food and drank some beer. I ate very little on the trip, but I drank a lot, and my cheeks turned red before I finished eating. We talked about the teacher who taught sociology. He was suddenly suggested by the school to retire early. The two of them celebrated and everyone cheered together. She said she got a modeling contract. We all agreed. I told her that I had written the outline of my thesis, applied for a scholarship to England, and made an appointment. Everyone was very happy and laughed. I was a little drunk and put on her scarf during the trip. The wind was very strong, so I clung to the itinerary and said, "It's cold." She hugged me and kept walking on campus. The night is blue and beautiful. I said, "Let's move to a place like this after graduation. You go out to work and I do my homework at home. " She was quiet and then said, "I'm afraid you are uncomfortable in your room." I smiled: "I am very comfortable in my room. Do you think I am so thin that I am uncomfortable in the room? " She pressed her chest again and said, "Well, I'm afraid I'm uncomfortable in my room."

Everyone was silent for a long time, and suddenly the trip gave me a big hug. I was shocked by her sudden enthusiasm. She let me go and said, "It's getting late. Hurry to the library to tidy up. I will go back first. "

I waved and turned to leave. She waved goodbye to me and I said she was crazy. It's not life and death, and there's no turning back.

Back to the dormitory, I met the president of the hotel in the building. When I saw him, I took me with confidence: "The housemaster is looking for you." I said put down the book first. What's the hurry? She said it was urgent and pushed me around.

I'm sitting on the sofa in charge's house, and my hands are bored. I am reading Breakthrough. A reader asked me, "Mingxin, I am very annoyed and don't know what to do." He left me ... "My supervisor made me a very hot oolong tea. She comes from Taiwan Province Province and speaks Cantonese with a strong nasal voice. I put my hand on the cup and waited for her to speak.

The TV is on, only the picture is silent. The warden's face is dark, blue and white, which is terrible. She lingered in the light and shadow for a while before she said word for word, "I received a complaint that you had an abnormal relationship with Xu Zhixing."

Oolong tea is very hot, burning my tongue. I looked up at her, and somehow, I smiled slightly.

"College students should not only have knowledge, but also have noble moral character-"

"I don't think this is a humble thing. Many men and women are lower than us. " I saw her eyes. She didn't shy away and looked at me.

"You are so-it is not normal, which hinders the development of human civilization. The reason why society maintains a stable system depends on natural human relations ... "If I can't hear clearly intermittently, I won't look at her and watch Breakthrough by myself. Mingxin replied: "Ling, it is wrong for you to destroy people's feelings like this, but Almighty God will forgive you …" I was so scared that I quickly closed the breakthrough. I stared blankly at the silent TV. After a long time, I whispered, "why do you want to impose your moral standards on us?" We don't hinder others. " I wonder if she heard it; It's just that my voice is so low, as if someone said these words in my ear, so I looked around warily, but no one was there.

"Warden." I put down my teacup and said, "I won't leave her as long as the trip doesn't leave me." Then I left and opened the door.

"However, she has promised me to move out of the dormitory this afternoon, and I also promised not to make it public. I just ask you as usual. " She said at a distance. I stood at the door, I pushed the door and handle, and my tentacles were cold. "Thank you." I said. I didn't make any more noise and closed the door quietly.

I don't know how I struggled to get back to my room. The stairs are too long. Is this the ladder to truth? I walked with difficulty, my limbs were like scraps of paper, and every movement stung my eyes. I was blindfolded, but I was blind from then on, and I couldn't see the light from then on.

The room was unlocked and there was someone in the corridor. I straightened up and gritted my teeth. On a pleasant trip, I packed up in an afternoon. I only put a pair of embroidered shoes with red clusters and a pink bust of Merton on the bed. When I looked through it, she bought it by mistake. It was 32B. I smiled, and my son said, "It's a trip of 32A, 32A, I'm thin!" "

After she left, I moved out of the dormitory and rented a dark cabin near the school. My life is particularly dark, and my myopia is getting worse and worse. Wearing inappropriate rimmed glasses, stumbling between the classroom and the library all day. I started wearing only blue, purple and black. Quit smoking. Drink only plain water and vegetarian food. People are lovelorn, but I just don't feel calm anymore. My heart is like a landscape of Song and Ming Dynasties. Listening to Kunqu opera in the dark at night, often stepping on tiny steps, lonely as a shadow. Hold yourself and say, "I still have this." He bit his lip and said, "Don't cry. Don't complain. " I hope to be a sensible person-everything can be traced. She also has her difficulties.

Then I saw her on the cover of a magazine. Full lips and a smile. I didn't open the magazine. She is just one of the ten thousand beauties in Qian Qian, which is different from the trip I know. Later, I saw her at the graduation ceremony of the school, and her bachelor's uniform was fluttering. She smiled in the sun and looked at it from a distance, covering the sun with her hands. It's too far away to see if her smile has changed. I just stood still and hugged myself. There is a man who looks familiar next to her. Come to think of it, it's the person you saw in the magazine. Travel has her choice. She left me because I was not good enough. But the trip I remember ... we don't say good or bad. .....

I remember her cheongsam and embroidered shoes, her indomitable spirit when she copied my notes, her smile when she gently pressed her chest, and her lying in bed watching Yi Shu's laziness. I remember when I was cold, she gave me a scarf to warm me up. When I was proud, she threw a coin at me. When I was indifferent, she squeezed my hand and said, "I lost my wife and my soldier." I remember, I remember, I tied her hair, cut her toenails and bought her a bunch of sunflowers. I remember tears in my eyes. Kaka pinched her throat carefully. She grabbed my hand and said, "Why?"

-Why do you say that? I thought I could spend my life with it.