The exclusive sorrow of science students

Song Yanyi wrote a doggerel, and Yu Sheng thought it was good after reading it, so he clamored for Lao Song to continue writing: "Old Song, you might become a poet in the future!"

So Song Yanyi wrote an incident when the two of them were in elementary school:

It was not hot, and I was six years old that year.

My deskmate asked me: Where are your biscuits?Ours are all round.

In fact, my biscuits were also round at the beginning, but I gnawed them into squares, and then gnawed them into square inscribed circles... After repeating this cycle several times, there was only a small fuzzy dot left, and I ate it in one bite.

I remember that what he saw was the small square that appeared for the second time.

Take a round biscuit and feel overwhelmed, so do it.

If the part outside the square is inscribed, you can eat it with peace of mind; if you eat it casually, the biscuit will be broken from a weak point, and you will be unhappy...

But is this happy?I thought about it, and gnawed the round biscuit in my hand into a square again...

Yusheng recalled that summer vacation.

"I gave you a bottle of drink, and you gave me the bottle cap with "one more bottle"; I gave you a basket of cherries, and you gave me a necklace made of cherry pits."

This is Song Yanyi's elementary school diary, and the "you" in it is Yu Sheng.

He keeps a diary to capture moments of happiness.He never hoped that this kind of happiness would last long, he just thought it was enough to capture it in the diary, and he could turn it out countless times to relive the emotion at that time.He never thought that the friend he cherished so much was by his side.

He writes novels in order to write down his own experience, so that people who resonate with him can relate to their experiences.He never hopes to over-interpret the author's thoughts and feelings like Chinese reading comprehension. If he is the author who is interpreted, he will definitely feel uncomfortable.He knows that everyone has their own unique mood, and he never hopes that he can be understood, because the only person who can understand him is himself, and even Yu Sheng can't do it.

However, Yu Sheng did not recognize his writing style after reading that novel.

Song Yanyi was a little annoyed, but there was no need to be angry, Yu Sheng didn't even know what style of writing was.Song Yanyi knows that there are not so many accidents in this world. For example, the novel he wrote on the Internet happened to be seen by Yu Sheng who was browsing casually, and then clicked in to read it.Yu Sheng likes the hot blood of teenagers, and the category of "Science Students at the same Table" written by him is girlish romance.

Yu Sheng mentioned the name of this novel that day because the two girls at the front desk strongly recommended it. Yu Sheng read a few pages reluctantly because he used such sweet words as "like you" and "super cute". .

But he couldn't stop.

The plot of the story is very close to life. He even imagined his high school, cafeteria, and basketball court, which overlapped inconceivably. He even saw his teenage years... Nothing in this story is his real experience, but Everything feels like "it must have been done by Yu Sheng".

He was stunned, no wonder the girls said that "the characters are very similar", it is not just "similar", the heroine in the story is simply the "analytical version" of Yu Sheng's preferences, personality, and way of thinking.

He couldn't stop.

After thinking about it, if the author of this book is by his side, what a terrible thing it would be... He suddenly turned around: "Old Song!"

"What's wrong?" Song Yanyi put down the book and turned to look at him.Judging from his tone, he seemed very displeased. "Well... no, you've read it..." Yu Sheng calmed down and explained the novel to him carefully.Song Yanyi just listened.

"Hey, that heroine looks too much like me! Why don't you take a look too?" Song Yanyi laughed out loud upon hearing this suggestion.

"Did I go to see you?" Xu felt that he was being teased, and Yu Sheng shook the stool loudly, as if he was questioning him.

"No, I just thought it was quite interesting." Song Yanyi was still laughing, her lying skills slipping away.He read and revised the manuscript, and more than once.Of course he will not confess the fact that he is the author. Right now, of course, he must protect the "little life" of this novel, and not let the furious Yu Sheng delete the files in the computer.

He knew what Yu Sheng was upset about.It is probably a feeling of being seen through and dissected and analyzed, and no one will feel safe.The uneasiness is not much lessened if the person analyzing it is not malicious.Song Yanyi didn't dare to bet on whether Yu Sheng would be happy after knowing who the author was, even if it was only a little bit, and he couldn't even express his emotion.At least he doesn't dare now, he is sure that everything will be revealed one day, and that is when the novel ends.

I'll tell you all about it.Those that cannot be spoken out, but can only be written in novels; those that are not enough written in novels, have to be spoken out; those that dare not even be written in novels...all of them.