Chapter 191: , Confession, The Name Li Heng is Deafening (Seeking subscriptions!)

Looking at the two backs moving away, one tall and one short, Li Heng felt a bit familiar, always feeling like he had seen them somewhere before?

He tried hard to search his memory but couldn't come up with anything, so he finally had to give up.

Once Zhou Shihe disappeared from sight, Liu Wei couldn't help but sigh: "Truly too beautiful. I wonder if anyone in our school dares to pursue her?"

A group of boys looked at each other and agreed with this. At least they had self-awareness and didn't dare to pursue her.

Peng Chao from Statistics Class 2 looked at Li Heng: "Li Heng, do you want to date? Mao Mao Ya from our class said you're very handsome and has a good impression of you."

Li Heng was surprised: "Mao Mao Ya?"

Liu Wei laughed out loud: "What kind of expression is that? It's a nickname! Mao Mao Ya is Gu Yao's nickname. She's our class study committee member, you don't recognize her?"

Li Heng asked: "Why the nickname Mao Mao Ya?"

Liu Wei explained: "Because Gu Yao's voice is a bit cutesy, but she sings very well. Several boys wrote her love letters, and to reject them, she publicly praised you in class for being charming."

Li Heng had some impression of Gu Yao; she could be considered a small beauty, but she didn't grow on his aesthetic point.

Men gathered together, either talking about politics or women. After chatting, Liu Wei suddenly asked:

"By the way, I've seen you walking with Xiao Wang Seeing Mai Sui several times. Are you two secretly dating?"

Li Heng was stunned: "Xiao Wang is also a nickname?"

"Wow, damn!"

After finishing a cigarette, Peng Chao, who was saying "wow, damn," handed him another China brand cigarette: "Li Heng, you didn't crawl out of the Stone Age, did you? You don't recognize Zhou Shihe, and you haven't heard of Xiao Wang?"

Li Heng said: "Look at how you're making a fuss. Haven't you heard that I've missed 4 days of class in 10 days?"

"Speaking of this, you're truly awesome! I write a big 'admire'! I don't admire anyone, I only admire you!"

Peng Chao introduced: "A while ago, someone anonymously posted a notice on the Nanjing Road bulletin board, doing a survey of the girls at our Fudan University and rating 1 Big King and 3 Small Kings. The Big King is Zhou Shihe."

"There are three Small Kings: Liu Yue, Wei Xiaozhu, and Seeing Mai Sui. This matter spread like wildfire, and later, many busybodies from various departments anonymously followed up and made judgments, recognizing this statement."

Liu Wei added: "Actually, there is another senior who could be ranked among the Small Kings, but she's a junior and has a partner."

Li Heng heard it and thought it was incredible. He subconsciously wondered if it was Hu Ping's handiwork? This ruthless man, in order to see beauties, ran 150 laps during military training.

After puffing on smoke for a while, Liu Wei issued an invitation: "Li Heng, have you eaten? I'll treat you to a drink."

Li Heng waved his hand: "I just came back from eating with your wife's brother, my stomach is stuffed, next time."

Liu Wei asked: "Did you go to learn piano again today?"

Li Heng gave a soft "Mm."

Liu Wei said: "Alright then, we'll drink another day, we're leaving first."

"Done."

He went to find the counselor, but the person was in a meeting. Li Heng missed him and had to return to Dorm 325 in frustration.

At this time, only Tang Dailing was in the dormitory, gnawing on advanced mathematics.

Walking over to take a look, ho, good fellow! The advanced mathematics textbook had actually been gnawed down to only 8 pages. How long had school been open? It was too damn roll-y!

Li Heng sighed: "My book is as brand new as a virgin, yours is already covered in ghost symbols. Old Tang, you won't have friends like this."

Tang Dailing touched the back of his head and laughed honestly, closing the book with great loyalty: "Then I won't watch it."

Li Heng pulled over a stool and sat down: "Where are the others, why are you the only one here?"

Tang Dailing took out a paper-rolled cigarette and asked if he wanted one?

Li Heng pushed it back: "I just smoked one with Liu Wei and the others from the next class, you smoke it yourself, I don't have much interest in this stuff."

Rolling a cigarette leaf, Tang Dailing said: "Old Zhou, Hu Ping, Old Li, and Li Guang participated in the welcome gala chorus and went to practice singing."

"I wasn't selected, so I stayed in the dormitory."

"As for Brother Bing, he's pushing Bai Wanying for a walk on campus. Many people have seen it."

Li Heng asked curiously: "What's going on with Old Zhang and Bai Wanying? I've seen them together several times."

Tang Dailing said: "I don't know much about them, but Li Guang follows Brother Bing to take care of Bai Wanying from time to time, saying they get along quite well."

Li Heng asked: "Does Bai Wanying know Old Zhang is married?"

Tang Dailing's brain crashed for a long time: "She knows. All the girls in our class know Brother Bing is married, they should just be friends."

Li Heng nodded and didn't ask further. After chatting for a while, they both went back to reading their own books.

Tang Dailing was afraid Li Heng would scold him, so this time he didn't watch advanced mathematics, but instead followed Zhang Bing's example and recited the dictionary. The self-forgetful appearance made Li Heng's head ache.

As expected of someone who could get into Fudan University in this day and age, there really wasn't a simple one among them.

Around 8 o'clock in the evening, the little loudspeaker of the dormitory manager aunt downstairs rang; someone was looking for Tang Dailing.

After a while, the little loudspeaker that kept calling people called Li Heng.

Who is looking for me?

Li Heng's first reaction was Seeing Mai Sui?

The second reaction was Sun Manning.

Apart from these two women, he wasn't familiar enough with other girls in the school to that extent.

Of course, the reason he only said girls was because boys would definitely come straight to the dormitory to find people; there was no need to ask the dormitory manager aunt for help.

Putting on his shoes and coming downstairs, he was a bit surprised; he didn't expect it to be Li Xian.

Li Heng walked over: "Princess Xian, what's the matter looking for me so late?"

"Master! Can't I look for you if there's nothing wrong?" Li Xian was dressed in a black and white plaid shirt. Don't say, it was particularly fashionable, and looking at her eyebrows, they had been modified.

Clearly, she had deliberately dressed up before going out.

Li Heng asked: "It's been a week, why hasn't your Mandarin improved at all?"

It would have been fine not to mention this, but once mentioned, the face that had just been smiling turned into a bitter melon color:

"It's so hard to learn, my tongue is numb from practicing every day, and there's no progress. I've been laughed at to death."

Li Heng explained: "Chinese is broad and profound, and there are thousands of daily-use Chinese characters. Don't rush, take it slow, persistence is the key."

Li Xian stuffed one of the newly bought ice creams into his hand: "Master, can you accompany me to watch a movie? I'm in a bad mood."

Li Heng asked: "Where to watch?"

"The Chinese Department, where else? Do you want to go to the cinema with me? That's also possible, but maybe we won't be able to come back tonight."

Li Xian chattered a lot in one breath, and by the end, she was vaguely a bit shy.

Seeing that she seemed a bit depressed, Li Heng didn't refuse, and the two came to the Chinese Department, spending 3 mao to enter.

The screening hall was a large classroom, not that kind of formal movie, but pirated videotapes, and even so, many students were scrambling to watch.

The movie playing was "Tunnel Warfare," a very old film. Li Xian watched with great interest.

Li Heng almost fell asleep, and later he kept being distracted thinking about other things.

In the middle, Li Xian asked: "This movie is so good, why don't you like it?"

Li Heng shook his head: "No, I've seen it many times. When I was little, the village often played this in the open air."

"Then shall we go?"

"No need, you watch, I'll accompany you until the end."

"How about, how about Master, you put your head on my shoulder and sleep for a while?"

Li Heng shook his head.

After the movie finished, it was already close to 10 o'clock. Walking out of the Chinese Department, Li Heng asked with concern: "Why were you in a bad mood tonight?"

Li Xian said: "No particular reason, my roommates talked about Seeing Mai Sui, and I suddenly felt irritable, so I wanted to find you to talk."

Look at what this girl said, really, not avoiding anything at all.

Li Heng knew she had something to say and didn't interrupt.

Walking forward for a distance, when there was no one around, Li Xian stopped and asked nervously: "Master, I like you very much. Will you like me one day?"

As expected of someone who returned from abroad, she was a bit too straightforward in terms of feelings.

This was the third time, but this time it was the most direct.

Li Heng said honestly: "You know, there is someone in my heart."

Li Xian asked: "It's really not Seeing Mai Sui? She's called a Small King by you boys."

Li Heng shook his head: "No."

Li Xian asked: "Then have I seen her?"

Li Heng told her: "No, she's not in our school."

Li Xian asked: "Is she very beautiful?"

Li Heng gave a soft "Mm."

Li Xian pursued: "Compared to Seeing Mai Sui?"

Li Heng thought for a while and said: "She doesn't lose to anyone."

Hearing this, Li Xian didn't ask anymore and was even more depressed. When she walked to the downstairs of the girls' dormitory building 12, she turned back miserably: "Master, I'm confirming one last time today. I'll give up after asking, no more regrets, I won't bother you in the future."

Seeing her smile uglier than crying, Li Heng sighed and didn't say any words of comfort.

Because saying anything was useless; this kind of thing she had to digest herself.

He didn't want to give her any hope of ashes rekindling, so his heart was iron to the end.

Before parting, Li Xian asked: "Can we still be friends in the future?"

"Naturally."

"Thank you for accompanying me to watch the movie today, then I'm going in."

"Alright."

This was the time for returning to the dormitory, and the path was full of people coming and going. Watching Li Xian run into the dormitory building in a hurry, Li Heng turned around, also intending to return to the dormitory.

But as soon as he turned around, he was stunned.

He was stunned looking at the person who drilled out from behind the tree, thinking, why is Liu Yue here?

Liu Yue held a few books in her hand, looked him up and down, and asked: "Waiting for me?"

Li Heng said: "No."

"Oh." Liu Yue crossed him dashingly and went straight toward the girls' dormitory building.

Because they stood face-to-face for military posture during military training, the bored Liu Yue had teased him several times. But if she liked him, that was absolutely non-existent.

Honored by busybodies as the head of the Small Kings, her beauty approached Zhou Shihe's, and she had been used to the admiring eyes of boys since she was little, but she couldn't see any difference in Li Heng's eyes.

She was incomparably certain that Li Heng had no ideas about her.

This was also the main reason she teased him, feeling that he was different from other boys and feeling it was fun.

Liu Yue was a very confident person. She didn't have the contradictory psychology that other girls often had—fearing that others would like her and fearing that others wouldn't like her.

She didn't think about dating in university because her goal was very clear: to be a top-tier academic bully who crushed her peers in all aspects, and then go abroad to study.

In her eyes, she would go abroad after graduating from university, so dating was purely a waste of time, and she didn't think any boy in school could conquer her or win her heart. That was just how domineering she was.

Returning to the dormitory, Li Xian hid in the quilt and cried secretly.

Liu Yue sat on the chair, eating melon seeds while drinking boiled water, looking at Li Xian crying with interest.

Seeing Zhou Min and Chen Guifen persuade her for a long time without effect, the full and satisfied Liu Yue finally stretched and said: "Men are animals that think with their lower bodies. If you want to make them unforgettable, either your appearance must be particularly outstanding, or your figure must be outstanding."

"Princess Xian, why don't you go back to Korea and get breast implants."

Chen Guifen was half-believing: "Get implants? Li Heng would look at you with admiration? There should be quite a few girls who like him, maybe there's that type with a good figure."

Liu Yue lay on the bed and didn't answer. Li Xian's appearance of unrequited love suddenly made her think of her aunt. Hearing her mother talk about it, her aunt had fallen hopelessly in love with a big writer.

She was very curious, what kind of writer could make her aunt disregard everything and fly into the fire, and also end up as miserably and fruitlessly as Li Xian?

You have to know that her aunt was a master of Peking Opera performance in the country, and also a professor at the Shanghai Theatre Academy. The other party could actually withstand such temptation; it didn't seem simple.

Liu Yue decided to ask her mother when she went home on the weekend.

Before the lights went out, the boys from Dorm 325 all returned.

As soon as they entered the dormitory, Zhou Zhangming, Li Guang, Hu Ping, and Li Guoyi started talking wildly about the girls in the choir.

Whose legs are long, whose chest has substance, whose walking is sexy, and they didn't even let go of their clothing and makeup, evaluating them one by one.

Chatting and chatting, they talked about Zhou Shihe again. As the pianist of the choir, the four big men were not only amazed by her beauty but also conquered by her piano skills.

"Breathtaking! Breathtaking! I have a feeling that I won't be able to meet a woman more perfect than Zhou Shihe in this life!"

Li Guoyi wet his hair with water, took a comb, and kept combing it back, his eyes full of worship and enthusiasm.

Li Guang sat on the edge of the bed, his legs dangling and shaking, and said depressedly: "When I was distributing choir uniforms today, I tried to talk to her, but I stuttered and got stuck halfway through. She looked at me, and I got even more nervous. Thinking back now, it's so embarrassing."

"Truly damn it! My family also raises thousands of cows, and there are quite a few matchmakers in the local area, why can't I speak when I meet her?"

Li Guoyi asked Zhou Zhangming, "Brother Zhou, say something."

"Beautiful! She will become a hurdle that many of our Fudan male compatriots won't be able to get over in their lives." Zhou Zhangming smoked leaf tobacco with Tang Dailing, saying steadily.

Li Guoyi asked Hu Ping, "Old Hu, why have you been silent?"

Li Guang jumped up and exposed his old bottom: "I know this! I know this! Let me tell you, Old Hu was rejected in the cafeteria last time and didn't give up."

"Today when I was distributing choir uniforms, he tried to strike up a conversation again, and Zhou Shihe just glanced at him, and Old Hu was ashamed."

Hu Ping was furious, jumped down from under the bed with a "whoosh," chased Li Guang to hit him, chased from this end of the corridor to that end, and from that end to this end, and finally reconciled after Li Guang promised to treat him to three meals.

Tang Dailing distributed a cigarette to Hu Ping, "Old Hu, come smoke a cigarette."

"Don't harm me, I've quit smoking." Hu Ping subconsciously took the cigarette, then quickly pushed it back.

Li Heng joked: "You've quit a wool thread, they are all smoking, you are passively smoking secondhand smoke, quitting is the same as not quitting."

Hu Ping was stunned, "Old Li, what you said makes so much sense, then should I smoke or not?"

Li Heng laughed: "Start quitting tomorrow."

Hu Ping finally didn't smoke. When he couldn't help it, he leaned over to Tang Dailing's side to smell the smoke, and later it was even more straightforward; he rolled a cigarette and smelled it under his nose from time to time.

Smoking, Zhou Zhangming turned to Zhang Bing, "Brother Bing, everyone is chatting, why are you silent?"

Zhang Bing said: "I'm writing a letter home."

Li Guoyi winked: "Writing a divorce letter home?"

As soon as this was said, the 325 that had just been extremely lively fell into dead silence, and they turned to look at Zhang Bing one after another, seemingly curious about the matter between him and Bai Wanying.

Zhang Bing put down his fountain pen, looked up, asked for a cigarette, smoked half of it, and said: "We are just friends. I admire Bai Wanying's perseverance and spirit of not giving up. I can see my own shadow in her. Don't let your imagination run wild, things aren't like that."

Li Guang said vigorously: "Brother Bing, I support you. Where is helping a classmate wrong? This damn Li Guoyi only knows how to spread rumors and stir up trouble all day long."

"You say I'm spreading rumors and stirring up trouble? I'm representing the broad masses of the people to ask about the situation, so as to avoid misunderstandings. Come! Little Li, are you damn itchy? Turn your butt toward me, I'll loosen your bindings for you." Li Guoyi started to undo his belt.

"Get lost! You pervert!" Li Guang's face turned green, and he directly threw a pillow at him.

After a scuffle, Li Guang asked with concern: "Brother Heng, you've missed four days of class in a row, many tutors have opinions, have you reported to the counselor?"

Li Heng said: "It's fine, I asked for leave."

Hu Ping said: "Old Li, we've been waiting for you to come back. The two dormitory rooms are having a dinner party on Saturday night. I'm telling you in advance, don't be a deserter then."

Li Heng said: "No problem."

In the following days, Li Heng followed the plan and went at his own pace.

He attended classes during the day, read books and researched literature during unimportant classes, returned to Lushan Village after dinner, wrote for 4 hours in the study, and then returned to the dormitory at the time of lights out.

Of course, sometimes when inspiration struck, he would stay up late to catch up on manuscripts and stay in the small building.

In a week, he read 5 books and wrote 3 chapters: "Poetic Night Rain," "Sacrifice of Ink," and "Worry of Book Collection." The progress couldn't be considered fast, but it was still within his grasp, and he was satisfied.

Besides reading, reading newspapers for 20 minutes to half an hour every day was a must. The main purpose, of course, was to grasp the information of the times and not let himself be disconnected from the outside world. At the same time, he was also silently paying attention to the evaluation of his peers.

According to the observation of these two months, Li Heng found that terms like "individual household" and "private enterprise" now appeared frequently in newspapers, and the frequency was getting higher and higher.

With the further deepening of reform and opening up, individual households and private enterprises sprang up like bamboo shoots after rain, and the social atmosphere also changed step by step. The loudspeaker at Wujiao Square played Hong Kong and Taiwan pop songs all day long.

After experiencing a two-month adaptation period, the female students began to shed their rural earthiness and wear popular clothes of big cities. Occasionally, a few foreigners would appear in the school with cameras, and the prosperity of these fresh things stirred the desires of the vast male compatriots.

Unknowingly, Li Heng had a fixed partner in class, Zhou Zhangming on the left and Li Guang on the right.

Seeing him reading newspapers every day, Zhou Zhangming couldn't help asking one day: "Old Li, you're still a student, why do you spend so much money buying newspapers every day?"

Li Heng said casually: "Preparing to do big things in the future."

Hearing this, Zhou Zhangming scratched his ears and cheeks for half a day. From then on, he took over the newspapers Li Heng discarded. Any news report Li Heng had read, he would also read it carefully, and if he didn't understand, he would read it twice to ponder its meaning.

At first, Zhou Zhangming forced himself to read, but later it became a habit, and he became so deeply immersed that he couldn't pull himself away. He stopped just "freeloading" and, based on the money in his pocket, would prepare the newspapers for Monday and Tuesday early. As for the newspapers for the remaining five days, he continued to freeload, as his financial means were truly limited.

Li Heng didn't say much about this, nor did he take full responsibility and say the other party didn't need to buy them, because this involved Old Zhou's self-esteem.

At most, he bought more fruit and snacks to take back to the dormitory for everyone to enjoy.

In this fulfilling and busy running around, a week flew by.

Friday night.

Returning home, Liu Yue searched around and then asked Huang Xuqing, "Mom, it's Friday, why hasn't Aunt come yet?"

According to convention, Huang Zhaoyi would come to her sister's house for a meal every Friday to maintain family ties. This was also the reason Liu Yue came back specially today.

Huang Xuqing was wrapping dumplings, "Your aunt called at noon, saying she had something to do and couldn't come. Why? Do you have something to find her for?"

Liu Yue sat opposite and watched her mother wrap dumplings for a while, "Did Aunt go to find that big writer again?"

Huang Xuqing frowned.

Liu Yue leaned forward slightly: "Mom, do you know the personal information of that big writer?"

Huang Xuqing shook her head, "Your aunt didn't say."

Liu Yue's eyes almost rolled to the sky: "If Aunt doesn't say, can't you secretly entrust someone to investigate?"

Huang Xuqing said: "I did have this thought, but Zhaoyi wouldn't let me. After thinking about it, I gave up and respected her privacy."

Liu Yue asked: "Do grandparents know?"

Huang Xuqing shook her head again: "A big writer who can write 'To Live' and 'Cultural Bitter Travel' must at least be married and have children, and maybe his age is catching up with your grandfather's. Their health is not good, how dare I let them know."

Liu Yue knew the writer's name for the first time: "That December?"

Huang Xuqing said: "It's him."

Liu Yue hadn't read "To Live" or "Cultural Bitter Travel," but news about this person would appear in the newspaper from time to time. After all, he was a big shot who could make "Harvest" magazine suppress "People's Literature" for three consecutive issues with his own strength. The popularity of the writer "December" in Shanghai was very high, and it was hard not to know him.

To use an exaggerated saying, perhaps the beggars on the road hadn't heard the name of the city's big boss, but they were absolutely deafening to the name of the writer "December."

There was no way, it was really reported too much by "Xinmin Evening News" and praised too frequently. Those who didn't know would think December was a local Shanghai writer; he was really treated like a biological son.

Remembering that her father also loved literature and subscribed to "Harvest" magazine, Liu Yue ran to the study to look for it, but couldn't find it after a long time, so she came out and asked:

"Where are the books Dad bought? Why are there dozens missing?"

Huang Xuqing said, "The day before yesterday, your uncle and grandfather came to visit and borrowed some books."

Grandfather and uncle were both high-level intellectuals who loved reading books and newspapers. Liu Yue had no doubts about this and turned to ask:

"Mom, what is the relationship between Aunt and the writer December now?"

Huang Xuqing looked up: "What do you want to ask?"

Liu Yue gestured: "Is Aunt someone's underground lover?"

Huang Xuqing pondered for a moment and denied: "No chance."

"No chance? Does that mean Aunt is willing to be an underground lover?" Liu Yue raised her eyebrows.

Huang Xuqing couldn't listen to the four words "underground lover" and was suddenly angry: "Wash your hands and help wrap dumplings, waiting to eat white food all day, do I owe you?"

Liu Yue's eyes flashed, unmoved: "You gave birth to me so beautifully, can you bear to let me wrap dumplings? Shouldn't you offer me up?"

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