Chapter 9, Memory

At that moment, Third Master suddenly called me, saying that he was in the restroom and had run out of toilet paper, with only Renminbi on him. He asked me to quickly bring some tissue to his rescue

What Shishi said is absolutely correct. I observe a particularly generous demeanor, but in reality, it is all an act. Deep down, my heart is that of an innocent little child.

Many years later, our faces remain youthful and radiant, but our hearts have become tattered and worn.

Memory is like an old piece of clothing that you have hidden deep in your wardrobe. On one hand, you find its style too outdated and are reluctant to wear it again; on the other hand, you feel a sense of regret for the money spent on it. Until one day, when you accidentally come across this piece of clothing, you realize that it has become too small for you because you have grown taller. Thus, you finally feel justified in discarding it

For instance, when I am on my way to class, I suddenly forget what class I have today or which classroom it is. I have no choice but to return to my dormitory to check the class schedule. However, by the time I get back to my dorm, I completely forget about attending class, and then I comfortably go online and sleep.

She paused slightly, then smiled even more brightly, handed me a cigarette and said, "You smoke this, and I will go outside to keep an eye on the nurse for you"

Upon this realization, I felt a sudden clarity. My mood improved instantly, and I was delighted to have come to this understanding. After this joy, I suddenly realized that my happiness stemmed from being able to be with Lanzi. It turned out that I still had feelings for her. With this clarity, I felt even happier, and I couldn't help but dance with joy. Suddenly, I noticed that I was still holding a roll of tissue paper, and remembering that San Ye was still waiting for my assistance, I hurriedly dashed out.

Silently returning to the dormitory, I sat on the edge of my bed for half an hour, realizing how difficult it was for me to discern my feelings for Lan Zi. I like Lan Zi, but I have never considered that love could develop between us. In my mind, she is like a little girl who needs others to take care of her, accommodate her, and manage her—a child who can throw a tantrum for not getting a skewer of candied hawthorn. Suddenly, I was reminded that I am also a child. If we are to speak of maturity, Lan Zi is actually more mature than I am; at least she has experienced first love, while my first love is still in the bud, waiting to bloom.

I have been contemplating one thing, which is whether or not to give Lanzi a call

Perhaps one day you will suddenly remember this piece of clothing and feel a twinge of regret

The night that Shishi told me Lanzi's words after she returned to Nanjing from Beijing, I was restless for an entire week. While doing things, I would suddenly experience a mental lapse and completely forget the latter part.

I also do not know what I mean by saying these words https://m.hetushu.com. I feel as if I have suddenly become particularly melancholic, melancholic like a pseudo-postmodernist poet, and I share these ridiculous phrases in my mind with Weiwei.

I pondered over this sentence, and then I thought of Lanzi. Suddenly, I felt an intense hatred for Tianhong, not because she was involved with Shishi, nor because she came looking for Shishi again, but because she made me think of Lanzi once more

You can imagine the scene at that time: in the hospital ward, I was wearing a patient gown, my face filled with deep sorrow. Sitting slightly in front of me, she smiled like an apple in autumn. She stood up and opened the window, allowing the sunlight from outside to pour in.

When I rushed to the restroom, Third Master was squatting there, his face pale, and his two thin legs were shaking like a sieve.

Tian Hong quietly asked me if Shi Shi was there I coldly replied that he was not and suggested that if you have something to discuss, you should call him but I advise you not to call him if possible

I rushed to the restroom with a roll of toilet paper in hand, and as I stepped out, I collided head-on with someone. When I looked up and saw that delicate face, as charming as a peach blossom, I was momentarily stunned. I never expected Tian Hong would come here to look for Shi Shi, nor did I anticipate that her eyes were red, as if she had just been crying. Thus, I almost doubted whether I was experiencing a visual hallucination.

Tian Hong suddenly raised her head and looked at me coldly, her eyes showing no trace of fear. She said to me in a frosty tone, "Do you particularly look down on me?" I replied, "That depends on whether you make yourself worthy of respect." Tian Hong stared at me silently for a long time, then dropped a remark: "People are not the same." After that, she walked away

As soon as I stepped outside, I began to cry again, and the scenes in my mind kept swirling chaotically, yet they all revolved around Lanzi's youthful face.

The sunlight filtered through the grayish window, casting its glow on the delicate face of Weiwei, creating an incredibly captivating scene

I looked at Weiwei and suddenly felt a pang in my heart, akin to a picture book. Then I whispered, "Weiwei, Lanzi no longer loves me. Although she hasn't said it, I know she no longer loves me."

I am indeed a little brat. The nature of children is such that emotions can arise and dissipate inexplicably. Therefore, the day I came to understand this was also without any warning. It was raining that day, and I lay in bed tossing and turning, finding it difficult to concentrate on my thoughts, my mind was as chaotic as foxtail grass in a summer field.

I remember when Lan Zi was just a child without much guile, I could easily grasp the threads of her thoughts and control her emotional fluctuations of joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness. A single word could make her laugh, and a single word could make her jump

Tian Hong said, I called him this morning, but he refused to answer. I maliciously remarked that it was normal for him not to answer; it would be abnormal if he did. Upon hearing this, Tian Hong's expression darkened. I looked at her with suspicion, wanting to know if she was acting again. Suddenly, I recalled what Lan Zi had said last time: When the loose woman arrives, quickly cover your wallet.