Nineteen, Double Regulation

  Gently opening the atlas, my first glance fell upon a colorful China; the emerald green was the plains, the golden yellow was the desert, the long and winding was the Yangtze River, the curved was the Yellow River, and there was also an island that looked like a small boat...

  Like many young people, I probably learned this song "Colorful China" in elementary school music class. Indeed, when we were still children, we felt deeply fortunate and proud to be living in a country with such a vast territory and diverse natural environment.

  Little do people know, geography is the mother of history; with greatness comes great trouble, and with multiplicity come multiple problems. The world has given rise to the Dalai Lama, the Tian Shan mountains have hidden the East Turkestan separatists, the ancient tea-horse road on the Yunnan-Guizhou Plateau has been transporting contraband and narcotics, and the high-rise buildings of Taiwan, Penghu, Kinmen, and Matsu have been harboring Chen Shui-bian and Lee Teng-hui. With such a complex social composition and divisive forces, it's probably hard to find another country in the world that is as troublesome as we are.

  In recent years, the linguistics community has taken on a massive task. This latest large-scale research investigation shows that only about 53% of China's population "can" use Mandarin for daily communication. Note that this is merely "can", a possibility, and whether or not they actually do so, only God knows.

  Even a simple sentence can be so varied and diverse, it's no wonder that the culture is fragmented. Nowadays in China, every two or three years there is a "generation gap", people outside of the Fourth Ring Road are all referred to as "outsiders", if you don't go online for half a month you almost can't understand what people are saying, and if you haven't gone out on the street for seven or eight days you might get lost; Don't think this is a good thing, from ancient times to the present, which civilization has been able to withstand such fragmentation and disintegration of values, it will often become a precursor to social unrest.

  In recent years, a new term has been popular on the Internet: "circle", roughly referring to a community composed of people with similar interests. In fact, not only in the virtual space where we come and go freely, but also in the colorful world where we live, it is also formed by such subcultures. If you suddenly leave your familiar "circle" and fail to adjust your existing value system in time, you will inevitably fall into "cultural shock", lightly causing awkwardness, and severely causing harm, especially in today's China.

  In the south, there are talented scholars, in the northeast, there are brave generals, and in Shaanxi, the yellow earth buries emperors. The small Language Research Institute is like a free market with various accents from all over the country, gathering those who have jumped over the dragon gate from all parts of the motherland. Of course, the vast majority of people will soon blend into this big dye vat that is Beijing, after all, they left their hometowns to pursue a new life, didn't they? By analogy, those self-proclaimed "cultural ambassadors" who go abroad to promote Chinese culture are just looking for an easy job, and their realm is not comparable to the missionaries of the past who came to China with a humble heart. Of course, in a big forest, there are all kinds of birds, and not everyone is willing to be like Shi Li, who is carefree and can handle any situation, it's inevitable that one or two Don Quixotes will appear, such as Feng Ye.

  In fact, even if Feng didn't know that the appeal materials he had written for the migrant workers with great effort would eventually be thrown into a pile of waste paper by the public security organs, he should have been familiar with the cold faces and white eyes of the relevant departments when he helped his fellow villager run away from student loans. But Feng Yeyie just wouldn't give up until he saw it with his own eyes. And the cruel reality finally gave him a lesson at the gate of "food, lust and sex", namely Mei Ren Guan.

  Don't look at Feng's arrogant and overbearing attitude, he is not a stubborn and unyielding person. When he sees a beautiful woman, although he doesn't smile and chat with her, he can't help but feel a little excited. Speaking of which, in his hometown in Shandong, Feng was known as the "registered handsome guy" in the surrounding areas, and after coming to Beijing, his popularity soared, becoming an idol-like figure that everyone admired but couldn't reach. During the winter break, various matchmakers heard about him and took action, even filling up the walls of the courtyard, although they were all rejected by Feng's strong personality, it gave his mother, who had been living in Huanghe for half her life, a lot of face, which was quite satisfying.

  Looking back, those matchmaking staff were really blind. Could a phoenix like me look up to your village girls? Why bother to carry sedan chairs, hold stinky feet and make up for the lack of mothers. In fact, Feng Ye had already set his sights on someone, after all, good horses deserve good saddles. Among the graduate students, only Li Xiyan could barely pass muster, that is, the one who made him lose face at the last karaoke competition and had to reluctantly change his pants.

  No wonder, Li's parents were university graduates who assisted in the third-line construction and had some background in Hanzhong. Born with a natural beauty, she was sent to her grandmother's house in Shanghai for school since high school, and after being baptized by the worldly experiences of the cosmopolitan city, she became even more elegant and captivating, yet still retaining the vitality and modern spirit of youth. Since Li Xiying arrived at the Language Institute, she has been the eternal headline of the entire gossip market: today, a certain minister's son was seen waiting anxiously at the gate, tomorrow she was picked up by a BMW 760 for an early tea... In short, boys were infatuated with her, women scolded her, and the crowd loved to hate her.

  There have been sociological studies on the shopping habits of migrant workers, who tend to spend more money and do less business in large supermarkets, instead opting for small roadside shops that sell expensive and inferior goods. The survey shows that these workers are not unaware of the good quality and low prices of supermarket products, but they believe that such a clean and elegant shopping habit does not belong to them.

  It is said that the former Soviet Union had a system of "special supply stores", and when San Yuan dairy was able to escape the industry-wide disaster, foreign media naturally linked this coincidence with its long-standing identity as a "special supply milk". In fact, people who understand mainland China know that since the implementation of market-oriented reforms, Chinese society has not been much different from most European and American countries, and the main difference lies in economic strength rather than political status. Of course, it is also easy for officials to get rich quickly.

  Just like those exclusive clubs, golf courses and social clubs that ordinary people can't access in their lifetime, the emotional world also has many "circles" that are hard for common people to enter. Those who lack the qualifications and forcibly intrude will likely end up worse than those who sneak into a resort without a yearly pass - at least the latter might be able to grab some candy from the lobby before being caught, and who knows, maybe it's even been licked by a certain celebrity.

  Unfortunately, not every outsider who enters the Grand View Garden is as sensible as Liu Laolao. There are always some people who are arrogant and want to try their luck, like Feng Ye's classmate who fell in love with Li Xizhen. According to the rules of the game in Shandong's old house, a young man pursuing a beautiful girl is as natural as dogs and cats playing together in the courtyard. Even if they don't succeed, they will still meet and laugh together. Moreover, being able to get Feng Da Caizi's attention is already a famous thing, and on their wedding night, they can say to their husband, "In the past, even Feng Ye wanted to pursue me." How cool is that? What is called invisible assets? At least you will be slapped twice by others, and both times are with the right hand. Don't laugh, isn't it said in antique shops that "the order of inheritance" is important? The value of goods played by famous collectors will increase several times. In fact, the logic in the circle of fame and wealth is similar. As the saying goes, "I recite Bai Shizhong's 'Chang Hen Ge', how can it be compared to others?" Otherwise, there wouldn't be so many "infatuated girls" waiting at airport security exits for a whole night just to touch a certain superstar...

  In fact, when Feng Ye had just started to get close to Li Jie, who was originally just a classmate he would occasionally chat with during breaks or while walking home from school, the "top beauty" would still maintain a respectful demeanor on the surface, but would politely and firmly decline his advances. Moreover, afterwards, whenever they met again, she would still greet him warmly, after all, they were classmates who often ran into each other, so it was only polite to give him some face. More importantly, a true beauty would never use arrogance to build confidence, that's just the kind of trick that inexperienced and narrow-minded people would play. But what's fatal is that Feng Ye misunderstood her politeness as consent, thinking that she was just playing hard to get, and if he continued to pursue her, she would eventually agree to be his girlfriend. Fans of celebrities understand this logic, if you buy a CD at an autograph session, Jolin Tsai will definitely shake hands with you, and even take a photo with you, but the girl with freckles sitting across from you won't even want to have dinner with you, no matter how many roses you give her; however, this doesn't mean that the "little heavenly queen" is interested in you, on the contrary, the "freckled beauty" can continue to pursue you based on shared interests.

  It was a Friday afternoon, and usually the graduate school wouldn't schedule any lectures in the evening, so after class ended at 4:30, the originally quiet campus began to gradually gather men, women, young and old who were preparing to go out and have fun.

  At this moment, two sturdy SUVs arrived at the entrance of the courtyard. The security guard, who usually thoroughly inspected unfamiliar vehicles, strangely didn't ask any questions and simply pushed open the "fully automatic" folding gate that had been converted to manual operation after being purchased for a high price last year. Many European and American friends who have come to China have wondered why this nation likes to isolate itself from the outside world with layer upon layer of high walls, just like a coffin has an outer shell that wraps around it tightly. In fact, building walls and installing intercom systems are both manifestations of a lack of sense of security, and of course, there is also some symbolic meaning related to identity.

  With a few powerful roars of the engine, the two off-road vehicles stopped right in the middle of the narrow road inside the school; only then did everyone see clearly that the one in front was a Dodge Viper with a military license plate, and the one behind had no license plate at all, an Hummer H2 which would cost at least tens of millions of RMB even after joining WTO and appreciating in value.

  Four men of medium build walked out of the Dodge, each with a uniform short haircut, wearing casual business attire similar to that of foreign company white-collar workers. However, from their dark skin and piercing eyes, it was clear that these men were not ordinary office workers, but rather resembled plainclothesmen who would walk nonchalantly along both sides of Chang'an Street during major external missions. Compared to them, the "gang members" wearing black suits, sunglasses, and holding bamboo toothpicks in their mouths seemed like children playing house.

  Just as everyone was surprised that the poor and humble Graduate School could have such a noble guest, Deputy Director Liu of the Security Department ran out of the administrative building with a smile on his face. Obviously, he did not show any surprise at the arrival of these unexpected guests, but instead showed enthusiasm like an old friend reuniting after a long time. However, those few slightly official "little flat heads" seemed to be unimpressed, only nodding seriously and pushing away the "Chinese cigarette" he handed over.

  But Mr. Liu didn't feel the slightest bit discouraged, he tucked the cigarette into his suit pocket and accompanied a smiling face: "Don't worry, it's coming soon, very soon."

  When it comes to the security department, that's a "laborious and high-achieving" department. Compared to those universities where students often sneak out of the 8th floor window, our institute has managed to achieve "zero reports" for five consecutive years, all thanks to this efficient "violent organ". Of course, not having any reports doesn't mean there are no incidents. Just this spring, at least two laptops and six mobile phones went missing from the dorms. Logically speaking, those poor intellectuals who are already struggling financially wouldn't let it go easily. But the heads of the security department have a way to make the victims admit defeat and not bother the busy public security organs. The methods used are basically intimidation, temptation, promises, and oaths, similar to the techniques used to deceive young girls into bed.

  When the students were inexplicably staring at this Western-style scenery, a "staff member" wearing a security uniform appeared in everyone's line of sight. He would take a few steps forward and then hurry back to pull that boy with a furious face behind him: "Can't you hurry up?" The accent of the security brother from the border area of Hebei and Inner Mongolia sounded very urgent, this place has been famous for producing "killing people in the red dust" "Yan Zhao You Xia".

  "What's going on?" Several of their first-year graduate classmates in the courtyard recognized him as Feng Ye, who often beat up the security guard "Xian Zhu Shou".

  "What did you say?" The smiling Liu teacher suddenly turned into a fierce ghost: "Less nonsense!" He stepped forward, grabbed the boy and pulled him over.

  "Alright," said the short-haired man in a long-sleeved shirt, blocking the security chief who was about to continue "pursuing the enemy to the end": "We have something to talk to him about."

  "Don't be polite to him, this guy always looks for trouble, I..." Teacher Liu was probably an old Beijinger, used to pronouncing "bié" as "bíng".

  "Alright, alright," another slightly lower-ranking "little flathead" took a step forward, just in time to block the spirited and eager Liu Director who was about to join the three-way meeting: "Please, this way," he raised his muscular palm, "we need to have a few words privately."

  Mr. Liu was about to say something else, but the "long-sleeved shirt" who spoke first had already cut to the chase: "Do you know Li Xiyan?" Apparently because he had just received his mission, he said the girl's name clearly and with a slight pause.

  "What are you going to do?" Feng Ye was probably never so embarrassed in public: "I still have something to do, please don't disturb others' normal life," he said with his mouth, but his feet didn't show any sign of moving, just stubbornly stiffening his neck.

  "Xiao Pingtou" did not pick up the cue, but calmly continued with the original topic: "I hope you won't bother her again in the future."

  "Harassment?" The boy sneered, seemingly unimpressed by his opponent's seemingly intricate yet careless formation. After all, in Feng Ye's world, there was no power that was unattainable, not even the mighty Yellow River, which had become weak and even somewhat charming after soil erosion. Let alone his mother, who had once held dreams: "What does this have to do with you?"

  The expressionless "xiaopingtou" nodded, and in the face of blatant provocation right next to him, he didn't show any displeasure, but instead repeated the memo from earlier in a tone as if reading a document: "Please remember, don't bother her again."

  "Hmm," Feng Ye, who thought he had "turned the tables", was greatly encouraged. It seemed that the philosophy of life he inherited from his village branch secretary father could indeed conquer the world. The barefoot were not afraid of those wearing shoes; the proletariat led everything; imperialism and its running dogs were all paper tigers. So, according to his usual standard for treating his classmates, he disdainfully glanced at this opponent who was still shorter than him: "You're crazy!"

  "Little Ping" thought for a moment and decided to execute "Plan B", which he had practiced countless times on the training ground: "Alright, would you mind following us?" As soon as he finished speaking, the several "staff members" who were originally strolling around the courtyard, admiring the scenery, turned around as if they had heard the signal to "pack up". They made a "please" gesture, slightly grasped Feng Ye's shoulder and waist, and quickly opened the rear doors on both sides of the Dodge.

  Until then, the classmates who had been watching everything without understanding what was going on had no idea what had happened. The stranger's low voice was not loud enough to carry far, but Feng Ye's high-pitched singing, which was sometimes excited and sometimes disdainful, kept hitting everyone's guesses. This stubborn young calf seemed to be the winner who had the upper hand in the wrestling match, while his opponent's unconventional performance became a foil to his magical height and moral superiority. However, just as Feng Zhuang was about to be "escorted" onto the car, a sudden burst of fragrance from the teaching building changed this misplaced balance.

  The high-heeled shoes on her feet seemed to be no obstacle for her off-road orientation, the handbag in her hand was pulled into a straight line by inertia behind the girl. Su Yunwen's pink face was filled with sweat and redness, probably just running down from upstairs: "What are you going to do?" It's really not a family affair, not entering one household, even the opening remarks seem like they've just been rehearsed for interrogation.

  "Ah, ah," Liu, the director who had been unable to get a word in edgewise, finally found an opportunity to show off his skills, but just as he was about to exercise his authority, he was blocked from behind by the "plainclothes" man standing nearby.

  "We have something to ask him to come over," said Xiaopingtou, who paused his originally smooth action without showing any surprise, and his tone was still polite and familiar.

  "Who are you?" Yunwen grasped the stranger's wrist and expressed everyone's doubts: "He is my boyfriend!" Coming but not going, she also demonstrated her own upbringing and behavior while asking questions, as if this could put her opponent in a difficult situation; Yunwen stared at the "hunting dog" who was not on the same level as her, like a sparrow mother who was ready to fight to the death to protect her chicks, without any fear.

  The leader, a "small flat head", was stunned for a moment. He glanced at the Hummer next to him, which had been closed from start to finish, as if asking something through the black bulletproof glass that could block AK-47 fire. Then he slightly sized up the girl in front of him, who was tall and had a firm gaze, and silently released his hands, which had been doing their respective jobs. The other "plainclothes" men beside him also calmly stepped into the car with him. Soon, the restless engine of the Dodge emitted a steady hum: "Alright," the glass on the passenger seat was lowered by one-third: "Our business has been settled, please don't look for those two students again." The blurry face disappeared immediately, and Liu's stiff smile reappeared on the tinted glass.

  "Ah, okay," the head of the security department seemed to suddenly remember something and ran after the tail of white smoke: "Boss, boss, let's have a simple meal together, the leaders in the hospital have arranged it, you..." He watched as the two SUVs drove out of the gate, then turned his head back to the young men who were still standing in the same positions they had been twenty minutes ago, looking like they were frozen in time: "What are you staring at!"

  "Neurosis!" Feng Ye "calmly" brushed off the nonexistent dust on his body, gritting his teeth as he walked towards the teaching building.

  At the entrance of the Graduate School Library, there is a couplet: "In the midst of confusion, open up a path, and listen to the thunder in silence." The horizontal inscription reads "Wisdom is far-reaching". It seems that an alumnus who was once a secretary of the provincial party committee returned to his hometown and gave this " warning to the world" to his fellow students. According to legend, this gentleman originally wandered in the cultural department of a special zone in the southeastern coastal area for nearly ten years and was only a deputy section-level cadre; after realizing that the single-plank bridge was too narrow, he actively applied to the organization department to go to Tibet to join the construction, and as a result, in that "autonomous region" where Han cadres were more popular, he became a bureau chief in less than five years. In the end, he returned to his hometown province, which had been suppressed before, and relied on his "experience" to surpass his colleagues.

  From the performance of the students before and after this "incident", it can be seen that the spirit of this senior brother has been reflected quite well. Usually, when Chinese people watch a commotion, they like to gather in a crowd, generally surrounding the person involved within a radius of 3-5 meters, forming a temporary circular arena (who says the Olympics only originated from the Mediterranean?). The specific radius is flexibly controlled according to the level of the incident, as long as one can be on the scene, even if it means taking the risk of being mistakenly injured. So, Chinese people are especially bold when they are gloating over someone else's misfortune. Although we haven't had a real war in years, CCTV was the last media outlet to stay in Baghdad during the Iraq War and report live. However, if the crowd is mainly composed of professionally trained intellectuals, the scene would be very different. For example, earlier, the students watching from a distance did not take one step forward beyond the "thunder pond", but instead stood quietly in their original positions, maintaining an even better order than during class, with every move of the protagonist being closely monitored by everyone. This is called science - it's impossible to interfere with the experimental process while keeping a safe observation distance to obtain multi-angle materials. In fact, squeezing together would only make it difficult to see the true face of Lushan Mountain, and the footage brought back by CCTV at the risk of life was just some ruins and smoke. To understand the full picture of war, one still needs to rely on macro reports from foreign media.

  The old saying goes, "Nine-headed bird in the sky, Hubei man on earth." Regardless of whether this phrase is praise or criticism, it is an undisputed fact that people from Hubei, located at the intersection of north and south, have a complex personality with multiple layers. Just like the divine bird with nine faces, each with different emotions. Take Su Yunwen for example, this girl from Yunmeng is usually worldly-wise to the point of being slick, able to gain favor from leaders and teachers without offending her colleagues. She was often called "non-stick pan" by her colleagues who were jealous of her ability to navigate complex situations. However, when faced with a critical situation, she would not compromise her principles like a hypocrite who prioritizes self-interest over morality. Of course, this multi-layered personality of Hubei people also has its contradictory side. When they turn against you, they can leave you stunned, like Lin Biao, the vice chairman who was once extremely loyal to Mao Zedong, but later turned against him and attempted to overthrow him in a violent coup, using all means necessary, short of nuclear weapons.

  In fact, after the storm had passed, Yuwen returned to her usual calm self as if nothing had happened. Xu Zhongliu, who was always too lazy to ask about such things, only heard the rumors on Sunday evening. At that time, Cheng Yi invited Yuan Hang to go with him to Xi Yongjia's dormitory to feed the cat, and Lu Gongzhu "happened" to invite along Zhongliu, whom she hadn't seen for several days.

  The mountain is not high, but it has a reputation for having immortals. Although the graduate school's campus is limited in size, it is home to many birds and beasts, from large wild dogs and crows to small cockroaches and caterpillars, as well as a group of colorful little cats. Not long ago, a mother cat named "Hua Hua" gave birth to a litter of kittens, although the father was nowhere to be seen, these little spirits looked almost identical to their mother; it seems that in the animal kingdom, despite the lack of a marriage registration department, citizens never mess around, and are much cleaner than those humans who have obtained certificates. As a result, the "loving" girls rushed to invite this family to their dormitory as guests, "self-service".

  Generally speaking, there are two types of cats in the city: domesticated or wild. The latter is often composed of stray cats that have been abandoned by their owners. However, the little spirits at our institute belong to a third category between these two. In most cases, they can receive "support" from students and do not need to rummage through trash like wild cats, but there is no patron who can provide them with a permanent haven, allowing them to completely escape their suffering. Under the limited protection of "good-hearted people", these little creatures, which have been dependent on humans for thousands of years, can only accept this situation that appears to be full of love and care but is actually precarious.

  Nowadays, the word people are most reluctant to hear is probably "responsibility". Everyone prefers a fast-food style of life where you pay and receive goods immediately. It's true that the solemn promise of "till death do us part" can be overwhelming, unlike the carefree and easy-to-get-rid-of "fate". Even marriage certificates seem like outdated feudal remnants that should be thrown away, why bother with the stinky past to disturb the sweet dream of "parting ways at dawn"? Poor little kittens must not understand, when their brothers and sisters hold them and play with them, laughing and chatting, why they still have to wave goodbye and leave themselves in the cold long night. Probably no one has the heart to tell them: perhaps this is what civilization is all about.

  "Wow, so cute!" Today, Lu Yuanhang brought liver paté and butter cake to "Hua Hua's" family. She had just finished dinner with Cheng Yi outside and came back. It is said that this was specially ordered for the little ones.

  "My goodness, you're eating better than I am," Xi Yongjia opened the lunchbox and smiled as she sniffed the delicious food that was still emitting a fragrant aroma.

  According to general experience, stray cats are always quite vigilant about their surroundings, and will not allow strangers to be overly intimate unless they are familiar "guests". Of course, the "Hua Hua" that has lived in the research institute for generations is not so conservative, but it does not rely on people like a domestic cat. When it begs for food or shows gratitude, its eyes will reveal a kind of flirtatiousness like a hotel receptionist, but this tenderness will disappear instantly when it turns its head away.

  "Where did your 'happiness' go?" Yunwen reluctantly tore herself away from "Prison Break", sitting in front of the computer.

  "What's that," Lu Yuanhang pretended to be nonchalant, glancing around, but couldn't hide the smile on her face: "I originally had a comb that broke, I'm going to buy a new one." She struggled to pull out the "evidence" from the bottom of the two big bags of spoils that Zhang Chengyi had just brought back from the supermarket, showing it off to everyone. In fact, Lu Yuanhang's dormitory was downstairs in Yongjia Building, she could have "disposed of the evidence" before coming up: "That broken comb, after using it my hair always gets tangled, I've been wanting to throw it away for a long time."

  "It's not just for show, the original round-headed comb was used to maintain scalp health," said Zhen Liu, taking over the conversation: "The one you just bought is too sharp, it will be bad for your hair roots in the long run."

  Yuanheng looked at Xu Zhiliu without speaking. She bent down, looking at the "Hua Hua" family having a meal together. The mother cat left the hot liver tip for the babies to enjoy, and she herself was devouring the sweet pastry. The little ones, who were probably experiencing this traditional delicacy for the first time since birth, were occasionally calling out in satisfaction. A comforting smile spread across Lu Yuanheng's face. Although she genuinely loved these little spirits, she didn't dare get too close to them, only occasionally stretching out her fingers to gently stroke them.

  "Very considerate," Zhen Liujian didn't chat with Yuan Hang, and then turned to Cheng Yi who was moving a chair for her: "Model loving wife."

  "Shut your mouth," Cheng Yi pulled out a pack of Oreos from the shopping bag and stuffed it into Xu Zhongliu's arms: "You're always talking non-stop when you haven't eaten."

  "I want it, I want it," Su Yunwen coquettishly said beside me. In fact, she wasn't the kind of girl who was overly interested in snacks but didn't eat properly, so her appetite had always been good; familiar classmates found that Su Yunwen's three meals a day were always maintained with strict regularity, and even drinks and snacks would be incorporated into a unified plan period, never going off track.

  "Choose for yourself," Cheng Yi said, placing the two large plastic bags directly in front of the girl and sitting down on the bed opposite the window. In fact, Cheng Yi's "charity" would never make anyone feel any pressure; to those who received his help, it seemed that getting his assistance was always a matter of course - this was probably what was meant by "strength". Those wealthy donors who threw money around at charity events, saying "even if you pulled out one of your hairs, it would be thicker than our waists", were actually less moving than the elderly teacher who trembled as he handed over his life savings. This was probably the same principle. So, what really showed a person's weight in others' eyes was whether they could truly give their all; whether you got gold bars or cucumbers didn't matter - of course, if you valued the gold bars themselves, that was a different story.

  "Su Yunwen," said the chubby boy, tossing a piece of Wrigley's into his mouth. It was spearmint flavor and not bad at all. He decided to temporarily spare Su Yunwen: "Why didn't you bring your 'boyfriend' along?" The little fatty smiled slyly at Yunwen.

  "Cut," Su girl is still searching hard in the shopping bag, probably hasn't made a final decision yet: "What about your girlfriend? We haven't seen her since the last cold dinner party."

  "Others are operating underground, you guys are too out of touch," said Xi Yujia, who shared a dormitory with Yunwen: "It's been going on for a long time."

  "What's going on?" Su Yunwen asked, looking at Yang Zheng who was sitting in the chair with a mischievous grin and waving his arms: "Aren't you trying to help him get out of trouble?"

  "When a country is in trouble, good generals appear; when difficulties arise, true feelings are revealed." Cheng Yi, who had reorganized his troops, also joined the "siege".

  "Why are they all rushing to me?" Yunwen tore open the bag of beef jerky in her hand, pulled out a small package and threw it at Yongjia opposite her: "What about you?" In fact, when one is in a moral dilemma, the most effective way to solve it is to drag those self-righteous people down into the water as well, so that everyone can have a share of the fat meat, and no one can criticize anyone else.

  "What's wrong with me?" Xi Yongjia turned his gaze to the cat, "Hua Hua", who was gobbling up food, helping the children chew and swallow large pieces of liver, while meowing, as if telling the naive children: "Once you leave this village, there won't be such a store, hurry up and grab everything, don't let the devils take away a single grain."

  Recently, Xu Zhongyu mentioned that Xi Yongjie and her boyfriend, whom she had been dating since the later period of college, had some "issues" between them. The specific symptoms were not detailed, but it was said that they didn't feel anything for each other anymore, always quarreled, and found more and more faults in each other that they couldn't tolerate. Young people nowadays call this kind of "common chronic disease" "peaceful evolution". Why did a passionate love affair end up with no result? In fact, it's not surprising. A project that was hastily started without sufficient discussion ended up in the hands of irresponsible contractors. Even if it was completed, it would be a shoddy job. It wouldn't take an earthquake or fire to destroy it; just a little sun, rain, wind, and grass movement would be enough to make it "fall apart". Of course, just like the rapidly changing city construction nowadays, the emotional lives of young men and women are also "three days without seeing each other is like three autumns". There aren't many people who are willing to stick to their old partners; if they themselves fall apart, it's even better - they can "trade in" for a new one and avoid the trouble of a messy breakup.

  "Who just sent you back?" Yunwen said with a pleased expression while chewing on dried beef.

  "I went to return his book..." Xi Yongjia was still "resisting".

  "Who is it?" Lu Yuanhang looked at Cheng Yi who was smiling with a hint of surprise: "Is it Duan Qing?"

  "You big mouth who values lust over friendship," Yong Jia picked up a paper ball from the desk and threw it at her classmate Cheng Yi: "You've spilled everything out for me." The girl's face flushed with a first-love-like blush.

  "It seems to be true," said Lu Yuanhang, who had been silent for a long time, as if he had let out a sigh of relief. The girl who had just looked uncertain seemed to have found her long-awaited ally: "You're quite fast, aren't you?" Recently, Lu Yuanhang seemed to be particularly interested in themes like "the old doesn't go, the new doesn't come".

  In fact, since the beginning of the semester when he discovered this beautiful teacher from Tianfu Country, Dr. Duan Qing has launched a wave of psychological attacks, hoping to win over Yong Jia, who is also in the Modern Chinese Department. It's said that at first, there was even a romantic letter, which was circulated with Yong Jia's tacit consent. After all, the elegant and refined Dr. Duan had some fame, at least within the small circle of the research institute. Unfortunately, Yong Jia had already been taken by a university classmate who got there first. Although the fallen flower has an intention, the flowing water is heartless. But it doesn't matter, opportunities only favor those who are prepared, and even stuck stocks will have their chance to rebound, especially in today's high "turnover rate". As expected, not long after, the patiently waiting brother seized the opportunity and succeeded. So, when queuing, don't complain that your number is too far back, the service industry's efficiency is still very high, and if you're bored, you can take out your PSP and play a game or two, killing two birds with one stone, what's not to be happy about?

  "Really annoying," Xi Yongjia suddenly jumped up from her chair and waved her slippers at the cats. This Sichuan girl was slender, with a white bottom and blue floral pajamas hanging on her like a clothes rack. The girl had bright eyes and pale skin, outlining a simple and cold elegance. Under this stunning and sharp demeanor, even Tong Liu's famous silver tongue would have to yield to her.

  Everyone followed the gaze of Yang Jiaru, as cold and proud as frost and snow, and found that a certain "little flower" had urinated after eating and drinking enough. The mother cat, who was somewhat frightened, looked at the crowd with a flattering expression while licking her child, who had not yet understood the hardships of the world, with an expression that was both blaming and comforting.

  It is said that many fashionable magazines nowadays have a special column called "Lady's Classroom", which aims to transform girls into angels through the refinement of various details in life. The specific content includes how to use a napkin to cover one's mouth while eating, how not to make noise when urinating, and how to quietly pull out high heels that get stuck in the gap between bricks, among other things. In fact, even the most refined beauties have to eat, drink, defecate, sweat, and have body odor and nasal mucus; if one wants to live a life of luxury, they should be true to themselves. Only a puppet would never make mistakes. The phrase "having tolerance is greatness" applies not only to how we treat others but also to how we treat ourselves.

  "What, what do you plan to do then?" Lu Yuanhang's words were obviously not referring to "Hua Hua" and her family, but rather to Yang Jia's own "private life". She stared blankly at Xi Gu Niang, seemingly still immersed in the previous topic and unable to extricate herself. This was typical of Lu Yuanhang, who always seemed to be in a state of hesitation and perplexity.

  "It doesn't matter," Yuka said, opening the creaky door, it seemed that the cats' happy time was coming to an end.