Chapter 44

There is no teacher occupying the class during early self-study today. After Lu Siwen returns to her seat, she almost can't wait to open the workbook.

On it is Zhai Da's fountain pen ink. The handwriting is very neat and smooth, with almost no traces of erasure.

Lu Siwen knows this was written with her pen.

And as she reads, she is soon attracted into the story.

"My name is Lin Manman... starting from 18, I count the seconds to pass the days, and life seems to be slowly disappearing."

"Three times a week, four hours each time of dialysis, it's like life's grand lottery. Unfortunately, I won the worst ticket."

"Every meal's salt, phosphorus, and potassium must be accurately weighed to the gram with an electronic scale and calculator, and every bite of vegetables and meat must be blanched before eating."

"Drinking water and urination must be recorded with a measuring cup."

"I am a uremia patient, my life is like a pool of bitter water, edema, anorexia, anemia, heart failure, general weakness, mental fatigue..."

"I am waiting for a kidney source in three hospitals, and so far there is no news at all. I am afraid that before I wait for the kidney source, I will die."

"I want to live, I am only 23..."

"So I recorded this video to seek marriage... of course, you can also understand it as seeking a kidney."

"If there is someone in the tumor group who can match with me and is willing to leave a donation intention, designated for me, I can marry you and accompany you to... fight against the disease."

"If one day, you... leave, I will accept your kidney transplant as your wife and continue to live."

"Take care of your family, your parents, and never marry again for life."

"I know this is very selfish, very immoral."

"But in order to live, please forgive my humility and filth."

"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, without taking up too much time.

One or two thousand words.

Emphasize again, the length of web novels is already approaching a pathological state. In this era, a physical book novel can be considered passing if it has 100,000 words, such as "To Live," which is only 120,000 words.

Exceeding 300,000 words is already adding the word "masterpiece" in the field of physical books and has to be split into two volumes for publication.

Zhai Da plans to write this story to a maximum of 150,000 words. Of course, if there are any changes in the middle, such as obtaining full ownership of [Literary Girl's Pen] in advance, then he doesn't intend to write anymore and will just end it badly.

During the lunch break, Zhai Da looks for a corner seat as usual, but after only one bite, he has the desire to dream back to Zu'an.

Damn, how did this braised pork manage to make the lean meat hard, the fat meat melt into slag, and still have a smell of a pig that has never taken a bath.

It's really the price of a restaurant, the taste of a prison.

Those who don't know would think Maofang Middle School is an accounting college.

The slogan "No wasting food" on the wall feels particularly ironic.

Making normal ingredients taste so bad, how do you have the face to let students not waste food? The braised pork is made like this, the pig feels it died in vain.

Zhai Da looks left and right, but doesn't see Fan Junwei or Wu Yue, and no one shares this bitterness with him...

Just as he is worrying, a crisp sound of "clatter" appears, and an exquisite colored lunch box appears in his line of sight. Zhai Da looks up.

Lu Siwen lowers her head and says in a low voice:

"Student Zhai, can I sit with you?"

Zhai Da moves out a little space.

In the cafeteria where everyone is holding stainless steel trays, only Lu Siwen is holding a colored lunch box, which is very conspicuous.

Of course, what is even more conspicuous is that the "Little Deer," who is somewhat famous in the school, rarely comes to the cafeteria and even finds a boy to sit with.

On the other side, several girls from the gossip group have already exploded: "Little Deer? Is she very familiar with that Zhai Da?"

"I don't know, they are not in the same class, and Little Deer never comes to the cafeteria..."

"Wasn't it said before that Lin Shuyao likes him? What is Zhai Da's superior point... he looks ordinary..."

"Superior point... it wouldn't be this, would it!"

A girl gestures the length of a chopstick, the others understand in a second, and then lower their heads and giggle... like a little hen laying eggs, the iron bangs trembling constantly.

Zhai Da rummages through the food on the tray: "Bringing your own food?"

Lu Siwen opens the lunch box, inside are four neatly arranged sandwiches.

High-end goods!

In 2008, he hadn't even seen a sandwich, let alone eaten one, in Dongyang County...

Breakfast at Tiffany's?

"Made it yourself?"

Lu Siwen shakes her head honestly: "No, the aunt at home made it."

She holds one in her little hands and hands it to Zhai Da: "Does Student Zhai want to taste it?"

Zhai Da has no reason to refuse, because the food in the cafeteria is indeed hard to eat.

The sandwich is not big. Looking from the side, there are lettuce, cheese, ham, tomato slices, and eggs.

The egg is quite complex; it seems to be boiled and then mashed, mixed with mayonnaise, and it looks very appetizing in yellow.

Zhai Da rubs his fingertips symbolically, considering it cleaned, and after taking it, he finishes half of it in one go.

Don't say it, you really don't say it...

Seeing Zhai Da eating happily, Lu Siwen is also happy.

Suddenly she says: "Student Zhai, have you ever thought about becoming a writer?"

Zhai Da stops chewing: "Me? A writer? Why ask that?"

Such a distant word, even when he was a copywriter in his past life, he 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!"

Zhai Da smiles: "You look very good, have you thought about becoming a star?"

Lu Siwen's fair little face turns red. Being praised for her beauty to her face makes the young girl a bit shy: "I... I'm not that good-looking, far worse than a star."

Zhai Da says truthfully: "You are bare-faced, stars are all full makeup + filters + retouching + lighting. I think you look better."

Lu Siwen can't even lift her head.

"What I want to say is that for things like careers, you can't just consider what you have, but also what you like."

"Then what does Student Zhai like?"

"I like thin legs."

Lu Siwen: ?

Zhai Da can't help but tease again.

Lu Siwen can't help but look at her legs... her little face turns red again.

She seems to be the type of constitution that flushes easily; as soon as her emotions are agitated, her whole body turns red...

"...I read 'Long Road of Lu Tu,' it's really well written, it's a pity it's too short, the story hasn't fully unfolded yet."

To be precise, the male protagonist Lu Tu hasn't even appeared yet. Lu Siwen has only a thousand words in her hand, not much longer than a high school essay, mainly about Lin Manman's daily life with uremia.

"A long story has to be taken slowly, and it has to be polished after writing. I don't rule out the possibility of modification."

The subtext is: so your pen still has to be pressed by me.

Lu Siwen approves of this statement very much.

"What kind of story is this?"

"Do you really want to know?"

Zhai Da says seriously: "If you have a preset before opening a book, then every page will lose its meaning. I write every day, and you read every day is the best way."

"Following reading! Following reading is the best way to read! Save blessings, gather wealth, accumulate merit, increase character, save hidden merit."

Lu Siwen nods without understanding.

"You're right... then I'll follow... that's it."