Two or three things about Lu Ze and Bi Sheng

When I was in elementary school and junior high school, it was popular in schools to write classmate records. There were big ones and small ones, and the format was similar. The front side contained contact information, and the reverse side was a good message to the classmate record owner.

There is a column in the classmate record that says "your dream", and Lu Ze will write down the word "writer" without hesitation.

Lu Ze also didn't know why he had such a deep obsession with this profession.

The idea of ​​becoming a writer came into being in elementary school because Bi Sheng would always tell himself many interesting stories, and the children in the community liked to listen to the stories around him. Bi Sheng, who was reading all kinds of fairy tales at that time, was the creator god of these children , These children also include Lu Ze.

Lu Ze still remembers asking Bi Sheng when he was only in the second grade of primary school: "Ah Sheng, teach me how to tell stories?"

Bi Sheng didn't quite understand either, so he could only answer like Bi's father: "As long as you become a writer, you can write many, many stories."

It was only later that Lu Ze learned that there are different types of writers, but he still had no idea about it. Apart from writing stories, Lu Ze really didn't know how to become a writer.

Later, Lu Ze University chose to major in journalism, full of passion, and wanted to be a reporter who eliminates evil and a writer with brilliant writing skills.It's just that due to various reasons, Lu Ze still didn't work in journalism.

Bi Sheng still remembered that one afternoon, Lu Ze suddenly relaxed, as if he had finally made an important decision.Bi Sheng was very nervous about this, but got an answer from Lu Ze who gave up the opportunity to join the news agency as an intern.

During their junior year, Lu Ze and Bi Sheng rented a room off-campus. There was no class that night, and Lu Ze was particularly enthusiastic, taking the initiative in bed early.

"Why did you give up suddenly?" Bi Sheng hugged Lu Ze, who was breathing in his arms, and brought up the matter again.

Lu Ze's breathing gradually eased, and he paused for a long time, until Bi Sheng thought he had fallen asleep before speaking: "I choose to study journalism, but I always feel that I will never engage in journalism in the future. Journalists are in my impression I have always been a person who is "moral shoulders with iron shoulders, and writing articles with hard hands", but the more I study, the more I feel that there are too many dark sides in this world, and it is possible to dig out the secrets of gray areas at any moment. I think I am not a person who can take this responsibility. I accept the virtual cruelty, but I cannot bear the real sadness. This may be the reason why I prefer stories with both joy and sorrow to most powerless social news. I study journalism, and I am full of hope for my major, but I have no hope for the dirty and cowardly people who hide in the dark side of society.”

"Okay, I'll be your great writer. I'm waiting for you to become famous and get autographed." Bi Sheng rubbed Lu Ze's messy hair and kissed his forehead.

Bi Sheng thought: As long as you want, I will support it.

Lu Ze heard someone setting off fireworks outside the window, and the sound of fireworks exploding made the room even quieter.

"What day is today?" Lu Ze asked.

"It seems to be Thanksgiving." Bi Sheng covered Lu Ze's suddenly exposed shoulders with the quilt again.

"Thank you, Asheng." Lu Ze said.

"Yeah." Bi Sheng's answer sounded a little casual.

I thank you for knowing you, I thank you for liking you, I thank you for liking me while I like you, I thank you for understanding me and supporting me, I thank you for letting me start liking myself too.

Good night, Lu Ze.