Literary Young Man Section 1

  When Wenjing called me, I was sleeping extremely comfortably on my bed, stretching and yawning from side to side, feeling that my bed is the whole world. In fact, my bed is indeed very big. I only have two hobbies, watching movies and sleeping. If someone doesn't let me sleep when I'm exhausted, it's better to kill me with a knife, then I will be grateful. So I naturally make my bed extremely comfortable, I once told my mom that if I get married one day, I must bring this bed with me.

  So Wenjing's phone call made me feel particularly depressed. In the dream that was shattered by her phone call, I was holding a small washbasin standing on the vast empty land, and money was falling from the sky like rain, pouring down continuously, and I was happily picking it up below. So I felt as if Wenjing had blocked my path to wealth.

  I picked up the phone and said to her, "You damn troublemaker, stopping me from making money again."

  What's next, writing something again, my young literary friend?

  I'm a writer, no kidding, and I've been lucky enough to have published several books. But this has earned me more than a few sneers from Wen Jing. These days, it seems that literary youths are even rarer than virgins.

  I didn't bother with her, I said, if there's something you want to say, finish your nonsense and let me sleep.

  You've already gotten fat like a pig and you still want to maintain the habit of sleeping in the afternoon. It's 5 o'clock now, do you call this taking a nap or what?

  Cut the crap and get to the point already! What's going on? Spit it out!

  No big deal, just come out and have dinner with me, I'll pick you up downstairs in 30 minutes.

  Get up, take a bath, dress up, and the long-term dormitory life in college has made me as energetic as a new recruit. I looked at myself in the mirror and thought that Wen Jing actually told the truth, I'm fat like a pig. It seems that it's not impossible for someone like me to sleep all day and night and gain 30-50 pounds. When I was about to leave, I took another look at the mirror and found that I had lost weight again, and I suddenly felt happy, it turned out that I was just swollen from sleeping.

  I went downstairs and heard that Wen Jing hadn't arrived yet, so I leisurely read the newspaper posted by the big mothers in our community, which was about the deeds of labor models from all over the country. Someone had rescued a child from the rooftop again, someone else had cleared the drains for the masses without taking a penny... I was wondering why such things happened everywhere but there was no movement around me? Last month, the drain was clogged, and it was actually a sanitation worker who was enthusiastic and patient, treating the masses with a smile like spring breeze, how could he not be smiling? Each household gave him 50 yuan, which made his mouth crooked with joy.

  I was reading the newspaper when Wenjing arrived in a taxi, and from far away I didn't hear the sound of the car but heard her voice. This is really a skill. The car stopped next to me and Wenjing opened the door without even looking at me and just said "get in" and then continued chatting with the driver. After getting in, I asked the driver, "How's that, are you her relative?" The driver smiled awkwardly and said, "No way, this little girl can talk."

  I have no objection to this. Wen Jing is a chatterbox wherever she goes. When her mother named her, she had hoped that she would be more reserved, but unfortunately, it didn't turn out that way. However, I particularly like girls like this, who speak their minds. What I'm afraid of are those gloomy people who can't utter a word for half the day and then suddenly smile at you without any reason, their smiles so eerie that they could bring out the rheumatism in your knees.