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Text Chapter 421: Good night by your side and stories

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    By the time I brought the two cups into the room, Taeyeon was already lying on her bed. Ò»?Readingwww?w?¡¤1?kanshu¡¤cc She was leaning on the pillow on her side and looking at me with a pair of flashing black eyes.  I leaned close to her, first put the tray on the bedside table, then took another pillow for her, motioned her to sit up a little, and finally put the pillow behind her head.  Hold the cup and pass it forward.  I said: "Drink the medicine quickly." She took the cup with a grunt and started to blow.  I rolled my eyes: "It's warm, just drink it." After hearing this, Jin Taiben groaned, without any further pause, he turned his wrist and raised the cup, and drained the cup of medicine with a gulp.  Then she burped, and lay down without feeling any embarrassment.  I took the cup back and pulled the quilt up for her.  She looked at me and said, "Can you wait until I fall asleep before leaving?" I smiled and nodded in agreement without any hesitation.  In the late winter room, the heating was on at the lowest level. I looked around, found one of her down jackets, put it on the quilt, and dimmed the lights.  She turned over and slowly closed her eyes.  At first I thought this guy was trying hard to find sleep, and since he had a cold, he should be able to fall asleep soon.  But the truth is not like this. After a while, she opened her eyes again and said to me in a small, strange voice: "I can't seem to sleep" Just like that, I was suddenly  This guy is defeated by irrational numbers.  As a paper person, she actually told me that she couldn't sleep.  Sitting on the edge of the bed, I curled my lips and reached out my hand to forcefully close her open eyes.  "This way you won't be unable to sleep." A somewhat rough hand covered Jin Taiben's eyes. She was not annoyed and just kept talking like this: "Tell me a story, like this  I'll fall asleep soon." "I don't want to talk about it." "Let me tell you something." The rare coquettish tone and gesture appear suddenly. It is undeniable that Jin Taiben is very cute in this look.  reject.  But for a while, I really couldn¡¯t think of any stories to tell.  The headache suddenly came to me at that time.  Being caught up in the brewing process, I unconsciously moved my hand, rubbed it on her forehead, and stroked it back and forth a few times.  Then I said: "Let me think about it." "But before that, you have to drink that glass of water." Unexpectedly, she closed her eyes and started to complain: "Didn't you just drink the medicine? Now.  I can¡¯t drink anymore.¡± ¡°Just drink it, there¡¯s so much nonsense. It¡¯s always good to drink more water.¡± ¡°When did you learn Xu Xian¡¯s health regimen?¡±  Kim Taebun continues to disagree with me.  I sighed: "Yes, you should also learn more and see how others, Pani and Xu Xian, know how to take care of themselves. Read a book?w?ww¡¤1kanshu¡¤cc" This is the end of the little quarrel.  She immediately became energetic and finally opened her eyes, and told me very seriously: "Haven't you heard a quote from Mark Twain? The only way to stay healthy is to eat something you don't want to eat.  Yes, drink something you don¡¯t want to drink and do something you don¡¯t want to do.¡± As soon as these words came out of my mouth, I suddenly felt very high and had an intermittent mental breakdown, so I gave her a gentle slap.  forehead.  "Pull me down, you can tell me something. When did Mark Twain say this?" "Yeah, I always feel that your ability to tell nonsense is not full of proficiency."  Jin Taiben, who was attacked, rarely showed his teeth and claws.  On the contrary, she leaned her head towards me and argued with me: "Is it really okay? You are just too ignorant. Forget it, I don't want to deal with this lunatic."  I put my palm against her forehead and pushed her raised head back onto the pillow. "Don't you want to listen to a story? I just thought of it. Close your eyes.  " She muttered a few more words about skipping my topic, and then she closed her eyes obediently. " It's not so much a story.  Rather, it is a short story.  I watched it a long time ago and I really liked it.  Just listen to me honestly if you want to hear it, and don't interrupt.  "While still stroking her forehead gently, I said the warning before telling the story. She made a sound, but I pretended not to hear it. Because, I want to startFell into memories.  The story I am going to tell next was written by a young writer named Wang Ruoxu.  But I remember something he said - he said that every story he wrote was born out of his own life and his own reality.  I like his style very much.  Even familiar with every one of his works.  One of them I can almost retell without leaving a trace, which is the current one.  The name of this novel is - "Horse Thief" "Horse Thief" I am a college student, a responsible college student.  I can tell you responsibly that there are 12,682 students living in the school where I live, and there are more than 15,500 bicycles parked in every corner of the school. ?? Okay, the key to the problem now is, what to do with the extra 2,900 bicycles?  The answer to the question is: there is me.  You don¡¯t have to bother to find out what my name is. I can tell you myself. My name is Luo Pida. Believe it or not.  But I won¡¯t tell you what grade I am in, which college, department, major, which building I live in, or what I look like, because none of this matters. What matters is that I am a horse thief.  "Horse thief" is a very classical title. Of course, you can also call me car thief as usual, as long as I don't hear you.  As you already know, our school has a dense population and the area is so large that students have to use it for transportation during and after class, eating and bathing. Except for a few fat people who believe that walking can help them lose weight and a small number of qualified riding assistants.  Students on the train.  ?Ò»?Reading w?w?w?¡¤1?k?a?n?s?hu¡¤cc The scene of these cyclists rushing to class every morning can only remind you of a movie-"The Lord of the Rings III"  .  But facing the scene of thousands of troops in the morning, I had no emotional reaction at all. The only thing I thought about was, will these people take their cars away after graduation?  The answer is: three out of ten people don¡¯t know how to do it.  ¡°And I specialize in stealing these abandoned cars and then reselling them at a low price.  Anyway, they were cars that no one wanted, and I had a clear conscience when I stole them. The saying goes, there is a way to steal, and if you have a way, it will spread all over the world. Maybe this is what it means.  As for how to determine which cars no one wants.  It sounds a bit simple to say.  Every day when I ride my Sansi imitation mountain bike slowly and pass by the quiet bicycle parking areas on campus, I will glance at it seemingly casually - just these few glances, but it is like a herdsman inspecting his horses.  Similarly, you can identify which car has been parked where and for how many days.  Have you moved the location?  Generally, if the seat has not been moved after a week, it means that it was left there, just waiting for me to pick it up.  My strong memory for memorizing English words was put to use here.  ¡°So far, I have taken over more than 30 cars, but I have never seen any action from the school, which means that all the cars I stole were abandoned cars.  certainly.  There is also a possibility that one or two of them will be faulty, but none of the twenty cars I picked up is old and dusty. Even if there is an owner, they will not take it seriously, let alone report it to the police.  The only person who complained about this was the out-of-towner who collected my car, but I stood firm and never attacked new cars or cars with owners, even that time I found a car next to the girls' cafeteria that someone had carelessly forgotten to get on.  The locked 90% new Giant female car was not taken advantage of.  I am not a good person, but I have my principles.  The principle of horse thieves.  In the two years I stayed at the university, I only saw one peer.  That morning, I was riding my Sansi and another boy riding a bicycle collided with each other on the road west of the lecture hall building. It seemed that both of us were distracted.  Fortunately, nothing happened to the person or the car. The boy politely said sorry, and I also said sorry, and we went our separate ways.  The whole process probably took less than twenty seconds, but I remembered the silver-white Giant sports car he was riding. The street price was about more than a thousand, and it was a good car.  Coincidentally, that night, I pushed a permanent city car that was full of dust and dirty and had stale tires to the bicycle stall outside the north gate of the school to pump up the gas. I found that he was also pumping gas for a bicycle at the stall.  The car in my hand is similar to a no-name female car with a rear tire pump.  I believe that in the five seconds our eyes met, our minds were racing very fast.  Then they smiled tacitly, like two old acquaintances who met by chance, nodded, and looked at the car in each other's hands.  Anyone who can think of doing this kind of horse thief thing is not a fool.  We were the only two thieves out of the 12,682 students. We would choose cars with the same characteristics at the same time and go to the same off-campus car stalls to deceive others.  The two minds are connected, and I can't help but feel a little bit confused.Cherish each other.  After he pumped up the air, he handed me the nozzle.  He took out a five-cent coin and threw it into the fresh water basin used for tire repair at the car stall. He pointed at me and said something to the boss, and then he said no more words or looked at me again, and was alone.  I got on my bike and headed towards the east gate of the school.  Contrary to him, I am used to parking the car I brought near the west gate and locking it with the ring lock I brought, and then meeting the collector there at 8:30 every Wednesday night.  .  I met the bike collector at a nearby bicycle market. He was a young man who didn't talk much and his price wasn't high, but I never cared about it.  After I cheered up, I didn¡¯t think about catching up with him.  Maybe horse thieves are like leopards, they are used to acting alone, and there is no need to get to know each other better, because that will be more dangerous. After all, this is a shady thing.  But think about it on the other hand, without us, just like there are no scavenging vultures on the grassland, and there are no black beetles cleaning dung on the earth, the corpses of these bicycles will slowly turn into bicycles in unknown corners.  Scrap copper and iron.  People make them, use them, and finally throw them away, which can not but be said to be another form of crime.  Sounds a bit like sophistry?  Maybe.  The world of horse thieves is always lonely, and I am not a talkative person, so even if I am a college student, even if I have three roommates.  But my roommates are not alone, each has his own girlfriend, their names are Warcraft, World of Warcraft and Street Basketball.  These three people made them obsessed with all kinds of things all day long, and they lived a life of sleeping during the day and visiting Internet cafes at night.  So compared to those who are not lonely, I have a freer space, which is not necessarily a bad thing for horse thieves.  The only friend I have a good rapport with in this school is Chen Zhen.  He was in the same class as me and majored in mechanical automation. Unfortunately, until now he can't even do the simplest thing of resetting a dislocated chain on a bicycle.  Chen Zhen doesn¡¯t know that I am a horse thief. Perhaps the biggest crime he has been exposed to in his life is buying pirated movie discs with poor quality.  It was purely by chance that Chen Zhenhui and I met.  Just because we had the same name in the school's freshman QQ group.  Because we studied different majors, we didn¡¯t have the opportunity to take the same course¡ªIntroduction to Sociology, which is a common basic course in the school¡ªuntil the second year of college.  I saw Jian Ruoning for the second time in that class.  Jian Ruoning¡¯s real name is not Jian Ruoning. This is just a name I gave her casually because I don¡¯t know what her name is.  I just think the name Jian Ruoning is very nice and matches her temperament and face shape.  Sometimes I don't want to know her real name, for fear that if the name and temperament are completely different, my only beautiful dream in college will be shattered.  Yes, who said a horse thief can't have someone he likes.  The first time I saw Jian Ruoning was in December of my freshman year, and that night was of great significance to me - it was the first time I started my career as a horse thief.  Before that, I secretly observed carefully for a month to conduct feasibility analysis, and carefully planned for a week. I prayed to God sixteen times, worshiped Buddha twenty-three times, and then used the simplest T-shaped knife to destroy it in three seconds.  I found the lock core of that 50% new city car.  After I came back from the east gate, I found that my whole back was soaked through, and a layer of my shirt was stuck to it.  Just when I was walking back to my dormitory on the big lawn after the library, I saw Jian Ruoning squatting alone on the edge of the lawn.  She was feeding the cat with dried fish fillets, and she chuckled like a silver bell along with the cat's contented meow.  There are often wild cats in that grassland, and I have seen countless compassionate girls feeding them with snacks, but Jian Ruoning's face and voice are the only ones that are firmly stuck in my mind, and I will never forget them.  Lose.  I said, I have a good memory.  But I never saw her again after that, until nine months later in this new semester¡¯s Introduction to Sociology class.  I have also said that our school is too big and there are too many people.  Chen Zhen didn¡¯t know how to be subtle. During class, he pointed at the back of Jian Ruoning, who was sitting in the first row.  Look, beauty.  I don¡¯t know why I pretend not to care, curl my lips and talk.  I¡¯ve seen it too much, so it¡¯s not surprising.  In my college life, there were only three people who could be said to have left traces in my life: Chen Zhen, Jian Ruoning, and that colleague.  Unfortunately, I don¡¯t know the names of two of these three people.  This may be the price of horse thieves.  The only time the three of them appeared together was at Christmas that year.  I originally thought that the second Christmas in college would be as boring as the first. I was even planning to go for a walk around the campus to see if I could get another car or something. Chen Zhen suddenly called me,  Asked me if I would go to the Student Union in the ArtsChristmas party held in the ballroom of the Arts Center.  I haven't participated in any large-scale entertainment activities since I entered college, but something happened, and I said, "I'll go."  It is said to be a party, but in fact it is a relatively large party, with games, singing and dancing to add to the fun.  During that time, Chen Zhen and I went to the restroom. When we came back, we saw Jian Ruoning sitting on a high stool in the middle of the dance floor, holding a microphone and singing Hou Xiangting's "Ambiguous". The sweet voice that chuckled while watching the cat eat dried fish.  A familiar voice rang in my ears: " My feelings for you continue in my heart. There is an ambiguous happiness. I forget the burden of missing you. I can't hear the current situation of your love. I selfishly continue the expectations in my heart. There is an ambiguous clearness. Standing at a certain end of this city. Loneliness and love.  Like clouds gathering and dispersing, while everyone was quietly intoxicated with the singing, I was secretly complaining that I missed the opportunity to know her name again because of my weak bladder. Last time, I wanted to pass by her while she was going to the toilet in the introduction to sociology class.  The table took a look at her textbook and never thought that it was covered by a magazine from her classmate. The only thing I knew was that she usually rode a pink Giant car to and from class.  , looking at Jian Ruoning exclaiming: "The beauty from the social education class! It would be great if I knew her." I said that is impossible: First, based on my understanding of Chen Zhen, although he is honest and has a good character, he has always been lustful.  Secondly, because just after Jian Ruoning finished her song, a handsome boy came up to present flowers to her, and then walked off the stage with her in his arms. I guess there were at least several Chen Zhen sighing in the audience.  While deliberately moving away from Jian Ruoning, I saw my colleague. He obviously saw me too, or maybe he had seen me before. He stood up and took a girl out of his seat.  Walking towards the entrance of the Art Center, I suddenly felt curious, so I made an excuse to leave Chen Zhen and followed them outside. There were two rows of bicycles parked at the entrance of the Art Center, and he didn't seem to see them.  Like me, I left the girl alone and walked directly to one of the cars. I took something out of my pants pocket and unlocked the car. It was not the sports car he originally rode, but a much cheaper city car. But he unlocked it.  When I saw it, I could clearly see that it was not a T-shaped knife, but an authentic bicycle key - it seemed that he had changed his car. As for the reason for his change of car, look at the man sitting in the back seat of his car with a bit of exaggerated makeup.  My girlfriend was obviously wearing expensive clothes. I guessed it. The boy nodded slightly to me standing on the steps, and the car disappeared into the darkness with a push of his foot. (To be continued.)  
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