Chapter 94 I am so happy to be your friend Two bicycles stopped in front of the yard gate. Liu Zhiyi opened the gate of the yard and rode his bicycle in. Fang Weize got off and parked the bicycle at the gate of the yard. Hearing the noise outside, Uncle Liu came out of the kitchen with a handful of unpicked vegetables in his hand. "Grandpa, I'm back." "Okay. Ah Wei is here too?" "Uncle!" Fang Wei smiled and said, "Come over and borrow a book from Zhiyi. Is your uncle cooking?" "Yes, Awei, we'll have dinner at my uncle's house tonight!" "No, no, uncle, I have already cooked dinner at home. I will just borrow a book and go back soon!"
Fearing that Uncle Liu would stop him from leaving again, Fang Wei hurriedly went into the house with Liu Zhiyi. With a clear goal, the two men went straight to the room after entering the house. I opened the door, but after a day of sun exposure, the room still seemed a bit stuffy. But this is not important. Both of them are book lovers. After entering the room, they went to the bookshelf first. "The books are all here. If you want to read any book, just take it yourself." "Okay, then I'm welcome." "Are you feeling hot? Let me turn on the air conditioner for you..." "It's okay, it'll only be a moment." Liu Zhiyi nodded, put down the remote control, took off the schoolbag from his shoulder and put it on the desk. He then opened the window and turned on the electric fan in the room, directing the light towards him. Soon, as the sound of the electric fan turned, Fang Wei, who was standing in front of the bookshelf, felt the wind blowing, and the stuffy feeling immediately dissipated a lot. Seeing Fang Wei looking around the bookshelf, Liu Zhiyi also walked over to the bookshelf and introduced it to him: "At the top are some classical literature, poetry, the Four Great Classics, history, and the like; then below are some modern and contemporary books, then contemporary literature, and then some foreign literature books..." "They are arranged very neatly! Did you arrange them according to the chronological order of historical development?" "Well, it looks neater this way, and it's easier to find books." Liu Zhiyi added: "In addition to the top-bottom sorting, I also made a simple division according to the schools (realistic literature, romantic literature, modernist literature, etc.) and genres (poetry, novels, drama, prose, etc.) on the left and right." Fang Wei nodded, and had a better understanding of the girl's delicate personality. Don't underestimate this kind of arrangement. Even if he did it, it wouldn't be as neat as Liu Zhiyi's. After all, it still requires a certain understanding of the book itself to make such a detailed division. The cost of buying books is very high these days. This bookshelf with more than a hundred books is quite expensive, and the value of them is even more beneficial. With such detailed division, it is much easier for Fang Wei to find books. His attention was mainly focused on books of contemporary literature, and she also classified the works according to different authors.
Fang Wei would pick up a book from time to time and flip through it, then put it back carefully, selecting books at random. He didn't have any clear goals and could read any book, but he preferred to read the ones he was interested in first, and then slowly borrow from Liu Zhiyi later. When Fang Wei was looking for a book, Liu Zhiyi didn't say much or introduce anything. He just stood quietly beside him and watched what book he wanted to take. It was the first time that I was alone in a room with a boy. But he didn't feel awkward at all. Perhaps it was because of this common hobby that made Liu Zhiyi feel for the first time that he and his peers could have a common topic about reading. "Wang Xiaobo..." Fang Wei muttered softly as his fingers slid over the books of Wang Xiaobo. Wang Xiaobo is a very famous writer in contemporary literature. Even though Fang Wei had not read his books before, he knew his name. In addition to his works, his love with Li Yinhe is also deeply touching. "Loving You Is Like Loving Life", after Wang Xiaobo passed away, the love letters that had been hidden for a long time were made public for the first time. They recorded the "letters from two places" between Wang Xiaobo and Li Yinhe that had never been published during his lifetime, as well as the correspondence between the couple and other friends after their marriage. Each paragraph in the letters was a confession. The incomparable literature and the emotions between the lines touched the hearts of countless literary young men and women at that time. Of course, this book is not on Liu Zhiyi’s bookshelf at the moment. Fang Wei took a look and found that there were "The Golden Age", "The Silver Age", "The Bronze Age", "Future World" and "The Silent Majority". They are all quite well-known works, and Fang Wei has heard them more than once or twice. Turning back to see Liu Zhiyi looking at him, Fang Wei asked with a smile, "Have you read all of Wang Xiaobo's books?" "Ah." Liu Zhiyi nodded and said, "He is a writer I like very much. He has been an informant, a teacher, a worker, and even studied abroad. His life is full of legends. Wang Xiaobo's books...how should I describe them? They are novel and bizarre, plain and abnormal, calm and passionate. What he expresses with humorous language is very shocking..." Seeing Fang Wei looking at her in surprise, Liu Zhiyi quickly added, "Actually, I don't quite understand some of it. When I first read it, I only saw the surface. It was only after a deeper look that I discovered the structure inside..." After learning from his previous experience of reading Dream of the Red Chamber, Liu Zhiyi no longer dares to easily say that he understands a book. In fact, it was true. For example, when she first read the book "The Golden Age", her face turned red. She just thought it was a story about the little emperor's uncle written by a scoundrel. But her father liked to read it. During that period of time, she looked at her father with a strange look in her eyes... After reading the book twice and three times, I finally understood the structure and depth of the book, and sex became the least thing worth mentioning. I don’t know whether it was her praise of Wang Xiaobo that aroused Fang Wei’s interest, or whether he had always wanted to read Wang Xiaobo’s book, but as luck would have it, Fang Wei picked up "The Golden Age" from the bookshelf, held it in his hand, and had no intention of putting it back. Liu Zhiyi felt a little uncomfortable. She changed her standing posture awkwardly, her eyes fixed on the pages of the book he was turning, her mouth slightly open, as if she wanted to say something but hesitated. She wanted to tell him right now: 'This book is not what you think! It's not about the little uncle! It's not about the spanking friendship in the revolutionary era! It's, it's...' But Fang Wei was watching so intently that he said nothing. In this case, she couldn't speak first, or it would seem like she was trying to cover up something. If it was Cai Ling who read this book, Liu Zhiyi could imagine that Cai Ling would smirk and embarrass her greatly with the book... However, Fang Wei is obviously much more mature than his peers. Maybe he can really understand the depth and structure of the story... Therefore, Liu Zhiyi subconsciously straightened his back, waiting to receive the resonance from Fang Wei after reading the book—— [For example, he put the book down, shook his head and said with a feeling of unsatisfaction, "This book is really well written!" Then she asked, 'Do you understand?'
He nodded 'yeah', and then said something like 'gray years', 'distorted human nature', 'great friendship', 'a jaw-dropping way of resistance and transcendence' She excitedly said, "Yes, yes, yes!" The most perfect imagination should be like this. But in fact—— Fang Wei casually turned to a certain page, his eyes lingered there, and he muttered softly: "...At that moment she felt weak all over, so she collapsed and hung on my shoulder. At that moment she felt like a spring ivy around a tree, a little bird relying on a person, and she no longer wanted to care about anything else..." "Don't read it out loud!" "what?" Fang Wei turned around and saw the girl behind him, her face already blushing. "This, this book is not what you think! It, it..." Liu Zhiyi blushed and explained hesitantly. "Huh? How do you know what I'm thinking?" It's broken. Suddenly, it seems that there is something fishy going on here. Liu Zhiyi tugged at the corner of his clothes, looked evasive, and said with a red face: "Anyway, it's not that kind of thing..." "Have you finished reading?" "Um……" After saying that, Liu Zhiyi quickly added: "When you read it for the first time, you only see the surface! Anyway, you will understand it after reading it a few more times..." “How many times have you read it?” "..." This is a very difficult question to answer! If it were any other book, she could openly say that she had read it five, six, seven, or eight times, but at this moment she couldn't say it, so she could only snort and turn her head away: "I won't tell you..." "You can't tell me this?" "Anyway, you'll know once you understand..." "Okay then, I'll go back and watch it a few more times." Even though he had just come across some embarrassing words in the book, his expression actually didn't change much. This made Liu Zhiyi lose confidence, and he didn't know if he understood it or not... Instead, she completely exposed her own dirty thoughts... Ugh!! I hate this person so much!! "Are you sure you want to borrow this book?" "Yeah, you don't want to borrow it?" "I can lend it to you...but you must understand it, otherwise I won't lend it to you next time!" Liu Zhiyi said seriously with a red face. "Don't worry, I will read it carefully. Do you want me to write a review for you?" Fang Wei said with a smile. "That's not necessary..." Seeing Fang Wei's serious look, Liu Zhiyi finally felt relieved.
She really likes reading. It was also the first time that I lent my book to someone else. Just like recommending others to watch anime, movies, or tell a joke, you always hope that the things you recommend can be recognized by the other party. This is also a rare happiness and joy for the person sharing. I feel like we are such good friends! We even have the same hobbies! "Fang Wei, do you want to borrow other books?" "Well, just finish reading this one for now. Anyway, you are here and your bookshelf is here. It's not like you can grow legs and run away by yourself." Fang Wei turned the schoolbag on his shoulder over, unzipped it, carefully put the "Golden Age" in his hand inside, and said with a smile: "Zhiyi, I'm so lucky to be your friend. I'll never be able to finish reading your books in the future." "How can there be..." Liu Zhiyi blinked and became very happy. "I'm a slow reader, so it might take me half a month to return it to you." "fine!" "I'm leaving." "Uh-huh." Fang Wei put on his schoolbag, left her room, said hello to Uncle Liu, walked out of the yard, got on his bicycle, and waved to Liu Zhiyi who had sent him to the door. Looking at the young man riding a bicycle on the country road bathed in the sunset, Liu Zhiyi also felt fulfilled in his heart. It feels great to have good friends with common interests. (End of this chapter)