Chapter 45: Catch-up reading is the best way to read
There was no teacher taking over the class for morning self-study today. After Lu Siwen returned to his seat, he could hardly wait to open the homework book.
There is Zhai Da's pen handwriting on it. The handwriting is very neat and smooth, with almost no signs of erasure.
Lu Siwen knew that this was written with her pen.
As she read, she was soon drawn into the story.
"My name is Lin Manman... Since I was 18, I've been counting the seconds, as if my life is slowly fading away."
"Three times a week, four hours of dialysis each time, is like life's lottery, but unfortunately I won the worst lottery."
"Salt, phosphorus, and potassium in every meal must be accurately measured to the gram using electronic scales and calculators, and every bite of vegetables and meat must be blanched before eating."
"Both drinking and urinating should be recorded using a measuring cup."
"I am a patient with uremia. My life is like a pool of bitter water. I suffer from edema, poor appetite, anemia, heart failure, general fatigue, and lack of energy..."
"I've been waiting for a kidney in three hospitals, but there's been no news. I'm afraid I'll die before I get one."
"I want to live. I'm only 23..."
"So I made this video to find a husband... Of course, you can also think of it as a request for a kidney."
"If there's someone in the tumor group who matches me and is willing to leave a donation letter designating me, I can marry you and accompany you...in your fight against the disease."
"If one day you...pass away, I will accept your kidney transplant as your wife and continue to live."
"Take care of your family, your parents, and never marry."
"I know this is selfish and immoral."
"But for the sake of survival, please forgive my humbleness and filthiness."
"I want to live... I really want to live..."
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The beginning in Lu Siwen's hand was written by Zhai Da in his spare time and did not take up too much time.
About one or two thousand words.
I have to emphasize again that the length of online articles is almost pathological. These days, a physical novel is considered to pass if it has 100,000 words. For example, "To Live" is only 120,000 words.
With over 300,000 words, it has to be called a "masterpiece" in the field of physical books, and it has to be published in two volumes.
Zhai Da planned to write this story to a maximum of 150,000 words. Of course, if something unexpected happened along the way, such as obtaining full ownership of "The Literary Girl's Pen" in advance, he would not plan to continue writing and would just leave it unfinished.
During lunch break, Zhai Da found a corner seat as usual.
However, after just one bite, I felt like dreaming about returning to Zuan.
How did this damn braised pork manage to have the lean meat be tough, the fat be crumbly, and have that pungent smell of a pig that never had a bath?
It's like a prison with restaurant prices.
Those who don’t know might think that the Woolen Textile Middle School is the Accounting College.
The slogan on the wall "No food waste" feels particularly ironic.
How dare you tell students not to waste food when you make normal ingredients taste so bad? The braised pork is so bad, even the pigs would think they died in vain.
Zhai Da looked around, but saw no sign of Fan Junwei or Wu Yue. No one was there to share his bitterness...
Just as he was worrying, there was a light click and an exquisite colorful lunch box appeared in his sight. Zhai Da looked up.
Lu Siwen lowered his head and whispered:
"Student Zhai, can I sit with you?"
Zhai Da moved a little further.
In the cafeteria where everyone was holding stainless steel plates, only Lu Siwen was holding a colorful lunch box, which made him very conspicuous.
Of course, what was even more noticeable was that the "little deer" who was a little famous in the school came to the cafeteria very rarely and found a boy to sit with.
On the other side, several girls from the Cricket Heaven group were already going crazy: "Xiaolu? Is she familiar with that Zhai Da?"
"I don't know. We're not in the same class, and Xiaolu never comes to the cafeteria..."
"Didn't they say before that Lin Shuyao liked him? What's so special about this Zhai Da... He looks just ordinary..."
"The outstanding feature... can't it be this!"
One girl gestured the length of the chopsticks, and the others understood in seconds, then lowered their heads and giggled... like a hen laying eggs, her iron bangs kept shaking.
Zhai Da picked at the food on his plate and asked, "Bring your own food?"
Lu Siwen opened the lunch box and found four neatly packed sandwiches inside.
High-end goods!
In 2008, he had never even seen a sandwich in Dongyang County, let alone eaten one...
Lunch at Tiffany's?
"You made it yourself?"
Lu Siwen shook his head honestly: "No, my aunt at home did it."
Holding a piece in her little hand, she handed it to Zhai Da: "Would you like to try it, Mr. Zhai?"
Zhai Da had no reason to refuse because the food in the cafeteria was indeed bad.
The sandwich is not big. From the side, it contains lettuce, cheese, ham, tomato slices and eggs.
The eggs are quite complicated. They seem to be mashed after being cooked and mixed with mayonnaise. The golden color looks very delicious.
appetite.
Zhai Da rubbed his fingertips symbolically as if to clean them, then took it and drank half of it in one gulp.
Don't say it, don't say it...
Seeing that Zhai Da was enjoying his meal, Lu Siwen was happy too.
Suddenly he said, "Student Zhai, have you ever thought about becoming a writer?"
Zhai Da stopped chewing and said, "Me? A writer? Why do you ask?"
Such a distant word. Even when he was a copywriter in his previous life, he had never had such an idea.
Lu Siwen: "Because you have a talent for writing! It would be strange if you didn't become a writer, right?"
Zhai Da smiled and said, "You are also very good-looking. Have you ever thought about becoming a star?"
Lu Siwen's fair face flushed instantly. The girl felt a little embarrassed when he praised her appearance in front of her: "I... I'm not that pretty. I'm far inferior to celebrities."
Zhai Da said matter-of-factly, "You are wearing no makeup. Celebrities wear full makeup, filters, retouching, and lighting. I think you look better."
Lu Siwen couldn't even lift his head.
"What I want to say is that when it comes to careers, you can't just consider what you have, you also have to consider what you like."
"So what does Zhai like?"
"I like thin legs."
Lu Siwen:?
Zhai Da couldn't help but be naughty again.
Lu Siwen couldn't help but look at her legs...her face turned red again.
She seems to have a very red complexion; when she gets excited, her whole body turns red...
"...I read "The Long Journey to Lu", it's really well written, but it's too short and the story hasn't been fully developed."
To be precise, the male protagonist Lu Tu has not yet appeared, and Lu Siwen only has more than a thousand words in his hand, which is not much longer than a high school composition. It mainly tells the story of the female protagonist Lin Manman's daily fight against uremia.
"A long story needs to be written slowly. Once it's written, it needs to be polished, and the possibility of revisions cannot be ruled out."
The subtext is: So your pen still has to be held by me.
Lu Siwen agreed with this statement.
"What kind of story is this?"
"Do you really want to know?"
Zhai Da said seriously, "If you have a preconceived notion before opening a book, then every page will lose its meaning. The best way is for me to write every day and for you to read every day."
"Reading! Reading is the best way to read! It gathers blessings, gathers wealth, accumulates merits, improves character, and accumulates good karma."
Lu Siwen nodded in confusion.
"You're right... I'll read it then."
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