You are my wife, don't doubt it!

Maybe in the future, this boy will become a great adult, but at this age...

Please allow me to quote a book friend with the last number 6475: "The protagonist's wit, glibness, and inexplicable nature perfectly reminded me of myself in junior high and high school. Every time I think of myself back then, I want to go back and strangle myself to death."

That's right, brother. If I were to meet my middle school and high school self, I would only promise not to beat him to death.

There are always people who say that the hero is not worthy of the heroine - does he have the keys? How many keys does he have? He doesn't.

Not worthy, indeed not worthy.

In the original script that was rewritten more than 10 times, there were many conflicts and contradictions between this pair of "asymmetrical" lovers, and many ridiculous things happened. Then the two old protagonists and the two young protagonists became entangled with each other, with twists and turns again and again, creating a strong story tension.

However, due to various subjective and objective reasons, the project was eventually aborted, which is a regret for me.

I have always wanted to tell this story to more people, so this book you are reading now was created.

Of course, online articles and short plays are completely different things, and this story must be deconstructed again.

First of all, in shaping the male protagonist, I deliberately gave him many extreme opening debuffs: abandoned by his parents, wandering in a "foreign land", giving up on himself, having no interest in studying, addicted to online games, being incompatible with the surrounding class and therefore being ostracized, longing for love and friendship, and regarding this as a kind of redemption worth longing for.

In a nutshell, he is a loser.

But unfortunately, how can a person who can’t even make a few friends have a girlfriend?

But fortunately, this is a novel. Let's give him a golden finger and start our journey of salvation step by step.

The golden finger is first the information gap brought about by time travel, and then our heroine herself.

The young version of the heroine is not only beautiful and kind-hearted, but more importantly, she tends to respect and obey the arrangements of fate.

She did not blindly deny the irrefutable facts before her eyes, nor did she selfishly cover her ears and say, "I don't want to listen, it's just a turtle chanting sutras. What does the future have to do with me?"

Although it was difficult for her to fall in love at first sight with such a useless male protagonist, she did give him a chance with her patience and love.

In the near future, she will guide such a male protagonist step by step to grow up early, grow into a proud tree early, rewrite his own life, and there are many other people and other things.

Some people say that this book is very much like the physical literature of youth pain, but I don’t completely agree—this pain? You may be lucky and have not experienced much pain. Please allow me to make an envious expression.

There will definitely be people who say that we read novels to relax, to have some sweetness, to have fun, not to feel uncomfortable, not to read novels to reminisce about the good old days and think about the good old days, like an old literary youth like you.

That makes sense.

But I still think that "The Young Lady" is essentially a refreshing novel (of course it is definitely not a brainless refreshing novel). From the overall tone, it is actually a "love myth."

I would like to describe its coolness with my favorite sentence in the Bible, which is: "The people who sat in darkness have seen a great light; for those who sat in the region and shadow of death, for them light has appeared." (Malachi 4:16)

I also want to quote a passage from the immortal Chinese serious literary masterpiece "Love Spell": "Zhao Tao finally realized that he had actually been wandering in an irresistible loneliness. That sadness had actually been enveloping him since his grandmother passed away, but he forced himself to adapt to it. He was like being stuck in a stinking mud pit, unable to extricate himself, unable to struggle, and could only stay in it, forcing himself to believe that this was his life. And now, Fang Tongtong reached out her hand, pulled him out forcefully without warning, and threw him directly into a meadow full of flowers, holding him and rolling on it together, rolling around."

Many people don't understand why the male protagonist wants to have a girlfriend so much, and simply attribute it to "LSP", which is actually wrong. Having lost both parents, wandering in a foreign land, and being ostracized by the class, he actually just needs to love and be loved, just a warm hug.

I know very well that many readers are not as "bad luck" as Xiao Yao and Zhao Tao, so this may affect their sense of immersion. But I also believe that everyone has their own low points and darkest moments. This desire for a bright light and a desire to be pulled out by something should be the same and common.

All of the above is to illustrate and explain why the male protagonist is written as such a loser at the beginning (after all, this is the most complained point) - because otherwise, the foundation of the story will be destroyed.

Of course, even if it is a male-oriented novel, this is too unfair to the heroine. Therefore, after the hero grows up, he will definitely "save" the heroine in turn, because even such a heroine will have a shining existence in her heart, like the sunspots inside the sun.

Two-way redemption, two-way fulfillment, two-way running, this is very old-fashioned, but it is very beautiful.

I like it very much and hope more people like it.

Here is a brief Q&A session:

Q1: I think your male protagonist is very well written and very real, but the female protagonist is too idealistic and too "fantasy-like". The male protagonist is a real boy, and the female protagonist is a goddess who exists in dreams, which creates a sense of separation. (From the book friend with the last number 4556, the book list owner "Ying Xing Ying Yun Chang", etc.)

A1: If you want to see what happens when the male and female protagonists are both "realistically portrayed", you can read my previous book. Although I still like it very much, let's make it clear first, if you are unfortunately poisoned by that book, please continue to support and subscribe to "The Young Lady"...

Q2: You said it very well, two-way redemption or something, but if that's the case, why insert Yu? I feel that the fact that there are so many female protagonists in this book is a failure. (From book friends "I'm too lazy to come up with a name, so let's just leave it like this" "I'm nothing good" etc.)

A2: The addition of other female protagonists not only increases the conflict, interest and extension of the story, but also aims to explore another topic: Are those scenery along the way really meaningless? If you can "foresee" that you will not achieve a happy ending, should you still let those beautiful experiences continue to happen and exist?

Allowing two people who are destined to be together to achieve a happy ending ahead of time may erase the existence of "other people" who should have belonged to her/them in history. Is this really fair to her/them?

Also, our story has just begun and there is still a long way to go. Who knows if there will be any new twists in the future? (wink)

In short, please rest assured that this article is not about stock speculation. I believe that it will give everyone a satisfactory and warm ending in the end.

A book friend wrote in the book friend circle: "In this fast-food era, not everyone will think about the background of the era and the character settings when reading novels. Most people just want to see people pretending to be awesome and getting slapped in the face, just like why the system flow, behind-the-scenes flow, and Dihua flow are so popular."

I know that my book is unlikely to become popular, and I also know that it is a thankless task for me to repeatedly polish the text and carefully outline the characters, but I still can't change the creative habits brought by the past physical literature. If I can stand those routine articles, I won't have to write them myself. I don't write to make money to support my family, so I won't go with the flow - but this doesn't mean that I don't care about the results, because meeting a soulmate in the mountains and rivers is the greatest pleasure I want to gain.

Therefore, thank you for reading this far! Please support the genuine version, preferably subscribe on the Qidian main site, and support your favorite niche books with practical actions! Don't let me wither. For the future of this book, please let me always see your hands, let me know how many audiences are under the stage, and give me some strength to persevere.

Please give me your monthly tickets, and please write more chapters, so that I can understand your feelings and thoughts at all times, and let me know that I am not alone.

This time, I have tentatively planned to release 7 chapters, which will be about 30000 words. If the first order exceeds my expectations, or if there is a large reward, I will add more.

Finally, I would like to thank the editor of this book, "Juzi".

Well, let’s put it on the shelves on Friday, see you there?

--split line--

The following paragraph is not my original work, it comes from the NGA water area and is a classic paragraph.

And this feeling, inexplicably, feels very appropriate.

Although I have quoted the previous book’s launch remarks once, I would like to share them again.

Just for personal sharing↓↓↓

One day you will have to make peace with all the memories, which contain her and you, her youth and your years. That person will live in time forever, you can't pull her out, and you can't go back, so let her stay there quietly. She won't get fat, won't get old, won't wear a business suit and high heels, won't have the smell of gossip, diesel and vinegar, she will always be young and beautiful, wearing a bright dress, standing in the memory, smiling at you like a flower.

I often think of the girls who have appeared in my life.

Whether at the time or in memory, they were extremely beautiful and outstanding to the point of dazzling.

Today, they must be prettier, more calm, and richer. They must have met more interesting people and performed more wonderful stories.

A girl who had briefly appeared in my life is engaged.

My brother loved a girl for two and a half years, and finally received the "good news" that she was engaged to someone else.

I often tell him that person lives in time forever. You can't pull her out, and you can't go back yourself. So let it be, let her stay there quietly.

She will not get fat, will not grow old, will not wear a professional suit or high heels, and will not have the air of gossip and vinegar. She will always be young and beautiful, standing in your memories in a bright long dress, smiling at you like a flower.

Isn't this good?

One day you will make peace with all the memories, which include her and you, her youth and your years.

Let them stay there. Every day in life there are reunions and separations, wailing or joy.

If the girl you first met is destined not to be with you in the end, would you still choose to meet her in your youth? Or would you meet her after seeing all the spring flowers, summer moon, autumn wind and winter snow and walk hand in hand with her for the rest of the journey?

This seems to be a question not worth mentioning. Almost everyone likes words like "until the end of time".

But is it really that simple? The key question is, do you want to start or end?

You met at the age of 28 or 30, when you were mature, steady, rational, calm, smiling without showing your teeth, having stable jobs, wearing professional suits, high heels, and Western suits. You had similar personalities and depended on each other, and you regretted meeting each other too late, but you only blamed the matchmaker for being blind for a while. A beautiful story began from then on, and blessings like a talented man and a beautiful woman, a perfect match made in heaven, came pouring in.

Like a perfect story.

She wears shiny high heels, a sophisticated dress, and has a neatly made-up look. She is well-mannered and impeccable in front of your friends and colleagues. She won't yell at you or make unreasonable demands, won't ask you to cross three streets to eat some dumplings from a certain restaurant, and won't get angry with you and suspect you're having an affair with other girls. She is tolerant, considerate, virtuous, and filial, and she can cook and be a good housewife.

But as mediocrity arrives day after day, will there be a faint regret in your heart when you look back at some point?

Do you want to have a time machine, go back to when she is 20 or 22 years old, walk up to her in the cafeteria, in the library, on the main road, and say politely, obscenely, or nervously: Hello.

At that time, she was wearing a bright long skirt with no makeup on, Converse white canvas shoes, and rushed to the cafeteria to get food with wet hair that had just been washed, leaving countless boys exclaiming in admiration along the way.

She is beautiful, proud, and smart. She would be upset about what her roommate said, would cry her eyes out while watching romance dramas, would be unable to walk when seeing cute dolls in a toy store, and would look forward to receiving roses from boys on a special holiday.

She is not so decent, and has not learned to smile without showing her teeth. When she is in front of her friends, she will cover her mouth and keep smiling. She wears Converse canvas shoes and also likes cheap sandals bought on Taobao. She doesn't like to wear makeup. She rushes downstairs to the dormitory in a T-shirt and shorts, and sweats while shouting that the spicy hot pot on the roadside is delicious. She will act like a spoiled child, be unreasonable, and get excited about the crazy ideas that suddenly pop up in her mind...

What about you at that time?

You don't have much money, but you wear new sneakers that you bought with your living expenses after saving for a long time. You ride your cool mountain bike and speed through the crowd. You chat about politics, football and girls with a group of friends at the food stalls. When you are handed a beer bottle, you drink it without hesitation. You are so young and so flamboyant. Your head is full of pretentious imaginations, and you shout that the world belongs to us. Your hairstyle is rustic and you don't have much hairspray. You don't have your first suit yet. You haven't learned to be patient and polite. When you are unhappy, you just say: Fuck him.

She passed by the playground and saw you playing ball.

Sweat slid down your hair and across your red face. You shouted loudly and ran actively, as if you had endless energy.

You met. You were not so rational and tolerant, and it was difficult to always understand each other. She was not so delicate and beautiful, and you were far from mature and wise. A foolish boy and a naive girl made a vow to be together forever. You thought the world would be arranged according to your imagination, and you didn't understand that the only thing that never changes in life is that it keeps changing. You will quarrel, break up, hurt each other, go your separate ways, and keep torturing each other in memories, but dear, that is your best age.

In the poem Monga, it is said, "Wherever the wind blows, the grass bends. When I was young, I also thought I was the wind. After I was covered in wounds, I realized that we are all grass."

We may not be like grass that bends with the wind, but we can only move forward vaguely like this.

Everything is arranged in time.

When I was young, I always wanted to see all the scenery in the world. From time to time, I had the urge to adventure and wanted to elope with the girl I loved and wander to the ends of the earth.

Now I understand that you can't see through any scenery, and it is very likely that there will be no long-lasting love. You can only measure the boundaries of your life in the spring flowers, summer moons, autumn rains and winter snows.

It is possible that no girl will come, and you will walk alone, slowly or quickly, happily or sadly.

I often wonder, girl of the future, what will you be like? Will you be plump or skinny? Will you be lively or quiet? Will you have playful short hair or long hair like a waterfall? Do you also like those magnificent and wonderful words, and indulge in the bizarre visual stories? Have you also withstood the crazy erosion of wolf blood and vulgar success studies, and still have an outrageous love for life, and insist on being an interesting person?

No matter we met at the age of 28 or 35, after shaking off the dust of life, the only thing we can be thankful for is that we must have many interesting stories and experiences on the road to tell each other, which are touching legends.

We didn't meet at the best age, but we gave each other the richest part of ourselves.

I don't know if you will come, but I will still sing loudly and walk towards you.

Chapter 73 Troy

2023-01-08

Because of Teacher Yao's matter, Xiao Yao was uneasy the whole day.

The atmosphere in the class was also very weird. From time to time, students from other classes came to watch and point fingers, but they were all kicked out by Zhang Jialong.

After the last class, no one came to announce the end of school, and everyone dispersed.

I wanted to say a few more words to Yu Luying, but Yu's mother, who came by bike to pick me up, was not a minute late.

Xiao Xiong asked Xiao Yao to go eat together, but he refused without thinking.

Every time Xiao Yao thought of the scene where Xiao Xiong stabbed Teacher Yao with the sword, even though that might not be the real Teacher Yao, he still felt like he didn't know Xiao Xiong anymore.

He went to the church opposite the school to find Lao Yu.

"I've heard about this." Father Yu exhaled a puff of smoke and picked up the can of beer on the coffee table: "Want a can?"

"No, thank you." Xiao Yao frowned.

There was no air conditioning in the office, only a floor-standing fan that was shaking slowly, sending out air of questionable temperature.

Father Yu was not wearing clergy uniform, but an old T-shirt and shorts.

"Judging from your expression, you have already guessed the result." Xiao Yao confirmed cautiously.

"Half and half," Father Yu drank the beer in his hand, "It's just one of my many guesses."

"I always feel that this is not right." Xiao Yao muttered.

"Nonsense, if you know it's wrong, don't do it again next time." Father Yu put out his cigarette in the cigarette jar.

"It wasn't me...wait, there will be a next time?" Xiao Yao was stunned.

Father Yu did not answer this question directly, but seriously reminded Xiao Yao to make sure to convey the message clearly to Xiao Xiong.

"I see..." Xiao Yao said, "By the way, does public confession violate your doctrine? I remember Yu Luying once told me that in the early days of the church..."

"Voluntary public confession is not a violation," Father Yu said, focusing on the first two words. "But forced to do it voluntarily? Haha, this is an infringement of others' free will."

"Free will..." Xiao Yao chewed on these two words.

"What's there to think about?" Father Yu said impatiently, "If everyone in society is forced to publicly confess and speak out all the dirty thoughts in their hearts, wouldn't this society be in chaos? Who can stand up to such a trial? Can you?"

"I thought so too." Xiao Yao nodded.

"The foundation of justice is fairness. Not to mention that Mr. Yao did not actually do anything, even if he did something, it should be the police who find evidence of his crime and the law that will judge him." Father Yu leaned back as if talking to himself and closed his eyes.

"But what Xiao Xiong said makes sense. Teacher Yao's inner condition, uh, psychological state, may not be suitable for being a teacher anymore, right?" When Xiao Yao said this, it was more like he was forcing himself to be convinced than arguing with Father Yu.

"Let him who is without sin among you be the first to throw a stone at her," Father Yu quoted a famous saying from the Gospel.

"Yes, I understand." Xiao Yao nodded and said, "I came here today to ask you something else."

Father Yu opened his left eyelid.

"Dreams, could it be possible that they are foreseeing the future, or...revelations from God or something like that?" Xiao Yao carefully considered his words.

"It is possible, such as the prophet Daniel in the Old Testament, Joseph, the son of Saint Jacob, and the Lord's adoptive father, Saint Joseph..." Father Yu said without hesitation.

Xiao Yao was not in the mood to listen to him slowly telling Bible stories, so he found a gap to interrupt Father Yu's long speech, and then