To my dear Mr. Meng

When I got home in the evening, Mr. Meng had already taken a shower and was looking at the computer.There was a faint scent of shampoo and soap floating in the bedroom, I leaned up and kissed the skin behind his ear.

"Sweating all over, go take a shower."

He stretched his backhand up, just touched the top of my head, and rubbed it along the way.I dodged and said, "Today we met Kong Yingguang."

Mr. Meng turned his face and asked, "How did we meet?"

"During dinner in Bar Street." After running outside for a day, I sat on the armrest of Mr. Meng's chair without changing clothes, "He is really disgusting."

I told him about the restaurant, and he said, "Don't be as knowledgeable as he is."

I snorted: "Guan Ting's character, it's strange that he and he have been together for so long."

Mr. Meng held my arm, as if he was afraid that I would not sit still and fall: "The two of them have been separated for more than a year, and Kong Yingguang has caused a lot of trouble. Fortunately, the relevant court fights evil with fire, otherwise there will be no rest in four years."

I thought it was funny as hell, and said that he was not a fuel-efficient lamp at first glance.

It’s much harder to get famous in a department like Mr. Meng’s Faculty of Economics and Management than our Liberal Arts Faculty, at least the number of boys in Liberal Arts Faculty is much smaller, the yin flourishes and the yang declines, and you can be caught by the teacher for absenteeism.” All the boys in your class are not here."However, Kong Yingguang is not only well-known in the School of Economics and Management, but also extremely capable of making waves. Every now and then, a girl who can't hold back her eagerness to move will come to inquire.I told Mr. Meng before that the girls at the University of International Business and Economics have poor eyesight. For example, Kong Yingguang has far more suitors than Mr. Meng. This is a typical example.Even the old fritters in love that Guan Ting spoke so poisonously that he looked like he had been kissed by Zhu Yeqing was completely fascinated by Kong Yingguang. It can be seen that your school's feng shui is slightly flawed, which made Kong Yingguang a villain. .

Mr. Meng said that Kong Yingguang is popular because he is on the basketball team of the School of Economics and Management. He is good-looking, he is a local, his family conditions are not bad, and he takes good care of the girls and is generous with his shots. The popularity is also reasonable.

I joked that it was, anyway, it was Guan Zong's money.

Mr. Meng was noncommittal.I was startled, and asked, did that turtle grandson really use Guan Ting's money to have sex with other girls?

Mr. Meng only said that all the points were divided, and it is impossible to get the money back, so don't tell Guan Ting to make things difficult for her.If she wanted to know that Kong Yingguang had a twisted mind not long after the two got back together in their junior year, she would be so angry that she would murder and set fire to her. "You know Guan Ting's personality," said Mr. Meng, "a born bourgeois, and private property is sacred and inviolable."

I said, "No wonder you were so concerned about whether they broke up or not."

Mr. Meng sighed a little: "This kind of thing is not easy to manage, and it is easy to make trouble inside and outside."

Fortunately, Guan Ting didn't get carried away by love, and he deserves to be Mr. Guan who said that "defrauding people of money is like digging people's ancestral graves".After breaking up with Kong Yingguang, she made more than ten or twenty phone calls every day to scold him in various ways, just like my mother.Kong Yingguang didn't even dare to answer the phone. His mentors and counselors went all over the world looking for someone, and they jumped up in anger.

When Mr. Meng came back and told us, Guan Ting stopped contentedly.Afterwards, Kong Yingguang blocked Guan Ting in the school, but was blocked by Mr. Meng. Kong Yingguang became angry and said some insulting things (neither of them told me the details). Guan Ting said that if he dared to make trouble again, he would put His nude photos and sexting text messages were posted on school forums.

Huaji Chen agreed with both hands, saying that the bitch will be dealt with cheaply, if anyone dares to cheat my hard-earned money, my mother will castrate him.

It's not over yet.Not long after Kong Yingguang himself died down, a girl who claimed to be his girlfriend came to Guanting—it was said that she was a cheerleader from the School of Economics and Management, and she was only a freshman, but her words and demeanor revealed an unfriendly temperament—and advised her to leave Kong Yingguang. Keep Yingguang far away, and don't linger on after breaking up. The people chasing Kong Yingguang can be arranged from the School of Economics and Management to the Media School next door, so that she, a repentant weed, shouldn't take herself too seriously.

Guan Ting slammed the door in her face, and at the last moment, he still sneered: "When my old lady was poaching the wall in the cheerleading squad, you were still crying and asking your mother to breastfeed you!"

From that day on, the grievances between Guan Ting and Kong Yingguang finally came to an end with this sonorous and powerful leopard tail.

I asked: "Then you helped Guan Ting get ahead, Kong Yingguang won't hold grudges against you? And about the Baoyan matter, didn't you rank just ahead of him and squeeze him out?"

"Anyway, he's also admitted to the graduate school of the University of International Business and Economics now." Mr. Meng didn't take it seriously, "We are in different directions, we are not the same mentor, and well water does not interfere with river water." He patted me and motioned to get up from his lap, "Go take a shower."

After sitting for a long time, I was too lazy to move: "Meng Qiansheng, you are more clean freak than my mother."

"Who has to sweep the floor twice a day?"

"I really don't know which housewife bought an iron to iron clothes."

He glared at me and said he was going to clean me up.

This man has a really small stomach.

Graduate student life is tiring and boring.

I didn't even know why I wanted to go to graduate school, but because I didn't know what to do, I still did it.My dad expressed strong support for this, and it is rare for him to express his views on my affairs, so I was quite touched and felt that postgraduate study was the right choice.My mother objected at first, she always said that I would become a nerd if I read too much, and I already had a dangerous tendency to develop in that direction-because I sat with my mother's family relatives during the holidays, I Apart from laughing, he basically didn't say anything.When I was a child, my mother would tell me that the child was introverted and a little autistic. This tried and tested excuse is now invalid. After all, it is not appropriate to say that a person in his 20s is autistic. It sounds like a mental or intellectual problem.

After arguing with my dad, she suddenly understood that if I graduated from this major, I would have to be a Chinese teacher, and I could only be the boss’s secretary. She felt ashamed and made a special long-distance call the next day to encourage me to continue my studies. In the future, let her stand out and give her a good reputation.

I can't think of anything I can do to make her proud, and to pity her for placing such heavy hopes on a child so mediocre, boring, and so often annoying to her.

Most of my classmates are girls, and many of them have become Chinese teachers in key primary and secondary schools, cultivating the future flowers of the motherland.In order to perfunctory the internship report, I also did a short-term internship as a language teacher in the middle school affiliated to National Chengchi University. It turned out that I was severely allergic to pollen. As soon as the internship period came, I couldn’t wait to say goodbye to the old gardener, the leader of the language team. After a long time For a period of time, I often had auditory hallucinations of junior high school students laughing and playing between classes.

Huajichen's new place is in the business district adjacent to our school, because she always treats guests to drink, so I often go there.Flower arm Chen Zheng had a hot fight with a man who studied design from Chengbei College of Media and Communication. The man opened a studio near the college that had never had clients.

"I think you are suitable for the civil servant examination. You are so immobile, right? You fully meet the government's requirements for selecting cadres."

Flower Arm Chen is a good person, but his thinking is a bit reactionary.She retorted that this was not reactionary, but rebellious, and the group of literary and artistic youths was also a party, and there was no rebellious blood in their bones.

I am puzzled.

Flower arm Chen said how can you not understand, literature and art, literature and art, you are a literature student.

Forget it, I said, I don't even understand the literary youths in our liberal arts college.

In the dormitory next door to us lived the first debate team and the second debate team of the Faculty of Arts, spitting all day long with ancient Greek eloquence to fool us into buying plastic washbasins that they stocked up and out of stock; In the evening, we played Molière's comedies, and the second semester finally stopped for two months. However, soon after, wild cats wailing and singing Verdi's Rigoletto were performed with high spirits. Only then did we know the film stars They bribed the girls from the outer courtyard to give them a crash course in Italian, so the nights in the second half of the semester were filled with the magic voice of La Donna è mobile.

Because I drank with Hua Arm Chen until midnight and forgot about the day, when I arrived at the office the next day, I was half an hour late for the appointment with my tutor.Walking in the empty corridor, listening to my own footsteps, I feel a little scared.To be honest, my tutor's academic brand is indeed very famous, but he is serious and humorous, and there are only a handful of times when he is funny. He is especially strict and upright with a lazy student like me, making me feel like a mouse sees a cat every time I see him.

The door of the office is thick and heavy, and one can tell that a lot of money has been spent.I knocked on the door, and after a while, someone pulled me away, and a voice whispered: "Hey, junior?"

"Senior sister, why are you here?" I looked in and smiled, "Mr. Cha, I'm sorry for being late."

The instructor sat behind the desk, pushed his glasses, nodded and said, "Pay attention to the time in the future. Overslept?"

I played haha ​​to perfunctory the past.Just as he was about to go in, the instructor said, "Wait outside, I'll tell Qu Nan what I have in hand."

So I waited outside the door again.I fell asleep while waiting, so I took out my mobile phone and sent Mr. Meng a harassing text message, saying that I wanted to go to Xiang Fu to eat Ningbo dishes at night.He said "I'm in class", and I said I was playing on my phone during class, but he replied "You're so boring", and said he wanted to eat braised lion head.

I said, "Xianfu has steamed lion heads."

Mr. Meng said that Xiang Fu's food is too fat, very greasy, and a bit fishy.

When I am happy, I want to get used to you, and I obviously want to eat my off-the-shelf stuff. It takes a long time to make this stuff at home.Before he had time to tease him, Qu Nan opened the door and came out, holding a stack of printed materials on his chest, and smiled at me: "You go."

Qu Nan is one year older than me. I heard that she is studying in an ordinary second undergraduate course. Her family’s conditions are not very good, and her family members are very opposed to her continuing to study. They hope that she can work as soon as possible to help the family pay off the debts, because most of her university tuition fees It was all borrowed from her parents, and she had a younger brother who was about ten years younger than her—although it was a blow to superbirth at the time, it was easier to cover up the past in a small place.Because she really likes literature, she gritted her teeth and got admitted to National Chengchi University, which even aroused complaints from her family: she studied a major that was useless.

I didn't know Qu Nan well at first, but she was kind and helped me a lot at first, and then we gradually got to know each other.I have been in National Chengchi University for four years. Although the institutions of higher learning are inclusive and inclusive, there are some people who are proud of the sky above the top of the sky, which is really unflattering. Or it is often said that knowledge and character are irrelevant.Qu Nan has no arrogance on his body, and he doesn't have the slightest intention of looking down on a lazy person like me who is doing nothing. Instead, he greets me first every time he sees him.

When I came out of the office, Qu Nan was closing the door of the reference room.I smiled at her: "What a coincidence, senior sister, let's go to the cafeteria for lunch together?"

She seemed a little embarrassed. Just as she agreed, the instructor came out of the office with a briefcase and found that we were still outside: "Why are you still here? Have you eaten yet?"

Qu Nan said not yet, and was about to go together.

The instructor joked, "You two have a good relationship."

Qu Nan shook his head embarrassingly, and quickly denied it.It was only then that I remembered Mr. Meng, took out my phone, and found that there were several unread messages and one missed call.

"Let's make it by ourselves tonight, buy meat and steam the lion's head. Go to Xiangfu tomorrow at noon, can you make it?"

"Forget it, I know you're too lazy to do it, so go out to eat that night."

"Why didn't you return to me, were you taken away by a bear digging a hole?"

"I'm done, where are you?"

I glanced at Qu Nan, she happened to look over and smiled at me: "Which cafeteria do you want to eat?"

"Third canteen, it seems that two new windows have been opened."

I sent a message back to Mr. Meng: "I just came out of the tutor's office and asked my senior sister to have dinner."

This time he returned very quickly: "You look for a dozen. I didn't bring my wallet."

"Brother, I invite you to dinner."

The phone vibrated suddenly, and I glanced at Qu Nan with a guilty conscience. She gave her a suspicious look, and I shook my head to indicate that it was nothing: "I'll answer the call."

As soon as the phone was answered, he heard him say, "Little Badger, treat me to dinner."

I tried my best not to laugh out loud: "No please."

He said kindly: "Brother, treat me to dinner."

My heart skipped a beat, and I covered the microphone: "I have a friend who wants to have dinner with me."

Qu Nan was curious: "Your friend?"

I said, "My brother."

There was a burst of laughter from the other end of the phone.

The author says:

La donna è mobile (The Fickle Woman/The Fickle Woman), solo song from the opera Rigoletto.