You can't have a great career without great difficulties

In the world, there is always a person and you just met, the two are attracted to each other, somehow feel a whole.

This is your reverse person.

In the world, there is always a person and you just meet, the two are attracted to each other, somehow feel a whole.

This is what my journeyman college roommate Xu Chao told me. As for what reason? Maybe it's a matter of probability, maybe it's a matter of God.

I said, "Isn't this love at first sight, so many people just become couples, so many people just become gay friends."

Xu Chao said mysteriously, "No, it's not."

According to Xu Chao, his family's ancestors in the Ming Dynasty out of the master of phrenology, but there is nothing to save the secret book, only some marginal material has been passed down for generations.

He did not understand the horoscope blood type, but he said that through the person's looks and name, you can basically judge his life.

For example, the person's looks, will determine what attitude you grew up around you are.

Heavy eyebrows face fierce, less people close; square face face positive, easy to get trust; mouth big people like to think funny and cute, often joke with you, so lively and spontaneous; eyes thin people think you have a heavy heart, will not talk to you too deep, so the table is not the same. Your looks determine the attitude of others towards you, the attitude of others towards you determines your character, your character determines the road of a lifetime.

As for the name, it is normally given by the parents, representing the expectations of the elders for you, the situation of the family at that time, with a great deal of information. Family environment has an impact on the character of the person as well, both are a truth, character is fate.

What kind of job you get, what kind of person you marry, when your looks and name are determined, it is already unchangeable.

So is there any use for cosmetic surgery or name changes as an adult?

You tell me.

Xu Chao said, in the world, there is always a person and you just met, the two are attracted to each other, somehow feel a whole.

This is your reverse person.

Why is it called a reverse person?

Your luck is shared as a whole. Two people add up to one hundred, then you take up fifty, then he also takes up fifty. If you take ninety, then he is left with ten.

Of course, if he takes a hundred, then you are dying.

The day you get a raise, it means that there is another person in the world who may have just dropped his wallet; in your sudden recovery from a terminal illness, it means that there is another person in the world who may have just died in a high-speed crash.

If you exercise every day and attract wealth, there is a person in the world who will be physically weak and poor. And vice versa, so your whole life, you are competing with him for the quality of life.

From your birth, this person is related to you, and you will always be in the invisible battlefield.

So, it's better if you never meet. If you meet, it is a same-sex or not, the big deal is to compete with each other.

I'm afraid to come across, or the opposite sex.

I'm afraid to die, hurry up and eat a good night's sleep, not to pass, at least to pass 50.

I know I like you. But I do not know where the future is. Because I know that no matter where, you will not take me. And the memory of lighting up your smile, to be so hard to become joyful.

Zhang Ping burned in my mind, is an oil painting-like shape, wearing a T-shirt with seven or eight holes, squatting in the sunset, taking a deep breath of smoke, slowly exhaling, faintly saying, "I also want to become great, but my mother shouted at me to go home and plant."

This story does not have much to do with youth.

Youth is the jungle, is the wilderness, is the sun hot running, is the heavy rain standing.

Zhang Ping is a teenager under the surface of the river, tangled by water plants, floating weeds around, poking his head out hard to breathe, full of water droplets, smiling with immense satisfaction. He lay flat in the water, looking up at the sky, clouds flowing from early morning to night, casting shadows washing the young face.

He was my junior high school classmate. I was exposed to the 26 letters of the alphabet only in my junior year, having been dragged hard to her school by my mother. My dream at the time was to be a soccer player, not to mention a country kook, but I couldn't resist my elders or jump into the last year of the nine-year compulsory education.

The class teacher assigned the best academic performer to share a table with me, which was Zhang Ping. I was shocked at how quickly he was able to solve quadratic equations, and he longed for me to run straight to the billiard room after school to extort the underclassmen, so they gave up on each other, and my test scores shot up, and his hooliganism grew stronger and stronger.

We liked Seven Dragon Balls. We liked Kitajoji. We like the sea after Cat's Eye amnesia. We like Maradona. We like Chen Baiqiang. We like "How Precious Tonight". We like Qiao Feng. We like Yang over in the wandering day by day colder and colder. We like Cheng Huaixiu who is far from the Fourth Master. We like "Laughing at the Wind", Ekin Cheng holds the hand of Chen Songling, and we cry like rain when he cries. We like the night. We like our youth.

We didn't know who we would like.

The graduation class will collectively study at school on weekends, in the afternoon came a few social punks, smashing bottles in the corridor, playfully to the classroom door shouting the names of girls, saying do not study, go with them a piece to the town skating.

They were shouting Lin Qiao, an ordinary-looking girl, I immediately lost interest in minding my own business. Zhang Ping frowned, a single body shot up, grabbed a pen in each hand, under the eyes of the class, walked to the door.

The mongrel whistled and said, "Get out of the way, bastard."

Zhang Ping also whistled, but unfortunately it was broken, and he coldly said, "Areyoucrazy?"

Then several people fought into a ball, the mongoloid kicked him in the belly, slapped him, he tried his best, struggling with a pen to fling a pile of ink, the mongoloid face is full of black.

When I went up with a pencil sharpener in hand, the hooligans sweat mixed with ink, furious, greeted his companions to wash their faces.

Zhang Ping spit bloodied spit, said indifferently: "The scholar to kill with a pen, when it is."

From that day on, Lin Qiao every now and then to find him to borrow a thing, ask a question, invite him to go to the town ice skating. Zhang Ping other are agreed, only ice skating does not agree, he said, not to do the same thing as the hooligans.

Junior high school graduation is approaching, the students are about to go their own way, most of them have to go back to find life. Here is a silent town in northern Jiangsu, can continue to read secondary school has been considered good. The girls took the book to find their classmates to sign and write their good wishes. Lin Qiao first found everyone signed a circle, then changed a clean blank book, carefully find Zhang Ping.

Zhang Ping exhaled a cigarette, did not look at the girls, said indifferently: "Areyoucrazy?"

Lin Qiao red face, holding up the book insisted not to take it back. Zhang Ping flicked away the cigarette, came to the girl's ear, whispered: "In fact, I am a gay."

Lin Qiao's eyes are teary, silently put away the book away.

About three or four days later, the last gangster ambushed Zhang Ping on his way home, smashed him off his bike with a brick and beat him for five minutes.

After graduating from college once back home, I happened to know from the mouth of another junior high school classmate, Lin Qiao once graduated from junior high school, and a few of the gangsters together all day long, 18 years old married one of the gangsters, 19 years old to have children, 21 years old divorced, and married another gangster.

Zhang Ping's head tied with gauze to participate in the examination, the end of the day at dusk, we sat together on the playground. The sunset dyed his face golden, he took a cigarette, silent for a long time, said, the family farm work is too much, do not want him to study.

I couldn't answer the question.

He said faintly, "I want to be great, but my mother told me to go home and plant."

I patted him on the shoulder, and he added, "I must study and go to the city. Because I feel that fate is calling me and I will have an extraordinary destiny."

He threw away his cigarette and said, "When I think about it, the most extraordinary destiny is to marry a prostitute as a wife, and I have a feeling that this is my destiny."

The midterm results came out and we were in different high schools. I forget what his family sold something, in any case, still read on.

From the end of the midterm, the second time we met was three years later. I was at NTU and he was at SFA.

His college career reached a height that I could not reach. He dropped out of his sophomore year because he had a feeling he should go to BYU, so he repeated his senior year. A year or two without news, suddenly my dormitory in the middle of the night call, coincidentally that a period of SARS, I was ordered to return to school, received a phone call.

He said, "I didn't get into Peking University, I lost all my work."

I asked, "How much worse?"

He said, "Not much."

I asked, "Then how much worse?"

He said, "Not much, just about two hundred points."

I asked, "...... So what school did you go to?"

He said: "Lianyungang a specialist college."

I asked, "Where are the strawberries?"

He was silent.

Strawberry is his girlfriend at SFA. I was at NU's Pukou campus and had to travel across the city to get to his place, so we met twice throughout my freshman year.

He hooked up with the kiosk saleswoman, who was small and red-faced, nicknamed Strawberry. Strawberry is from Sichuan, three years older than us, came to Nanjing to work, pulling the relationship of distant relatives, to the school supermarket as a salesman.

The kiosk is next to the cafeteria, we drink in the cafeteria, Zhang Ping every now and then to run to the kiosk, along with some melon seeds peanuts and other gadgets. Strawberry always smiling, he also pretended to pay the bill, strawberry waved his hand, he did not bother to continue to pretend, directly took away.

Later, he directly took a red Tashan, this time strawberry anxious, little red face white, big dozens of it, the account is not filled.

Zhang Ping wrapped his arm around strawberry, regardless of the eyes of the students next to him, said melancholy: "I do not have money to buy cigarettes, but know that you have a way."

I don't know what can be done about strawberries, and I guess I can only fill the accounts with my own money.

The second appointment was at a night stall in the middle of the city. I said strawberries are quite good, he inhaled a cigarette and said faintly: "Areyoucrazy?"

I didn't say anything.

He added: "I feel it, this girl is a little bit of dirt, education is not high, home and so far away, I have a feeling that in the future will not have a common language."

His BB from eleven o'clock to two o'clock at midnight, a total of at least thirty times rang. He didn't even look at it, but the sound of the BB vibrating sounded very harsh late at night, so he lifted a bottle of beer and poured it down high on the BB, pouring the whole bottle.

He burped and said, "I spent a month's worth of living expenses on that. Fuck."

The BB machine, which had rung thirty times, went silent.

The voice that makes you impatient calls from the vulnerable side.

Drink until nearly four in the morning, drink to his road can not walk. So I asked my boss to borrow the store's landline phone, and helped him stagger, and struggled to dial the BB number of Strawberry.

The paging station got through, and he only sent a message: I was drunk on so-and-so road.

At five o'clock, a panting Strawberry appeared in front of us. She only knew the name of the road, but not which store, so she had to find it one by one. Twenty minutes from SAF to here, which means she searched for forty minutes and finally found us.

Zhang Ping lying on the table, moving to slide down from the stool. The girl held him while taking a few sips of water.

I asked for a bottle of Xiao Er, thinking, I'll drink another bottle.

Strawberry suddenly said calmly: "He is very good to me."

I "Oh" a sound.

Strawberry said: "School kiosks are generally given to the school leadership relatives, we are the lease contract signed, but the relationship is not hard enough, so a leader's relatives often come to trouble, trying to get rid of the boss."

I drank half a bottle.

Strawberry said: "Once came a few bad students, in the kiosk trouble, said there are worms in the chips, let me pay. The owner's BB machine can not be reached, they asked me to ask. I refused to give, they grabbed."

Strawberry picked up the wine glass that Zhang Ping had knocked over and said, "Zhang Ping rushed over and fought with them and broke her right pinky finger."

Strawberry laughed and said, "Then he often took my things, but never took chips, said not to do the same thing as the hooligans."

I said, "That's how he is."

Strawberry said, "Well, he also said he had a premonition to marry a prostitute as a wife. I'm not a prostitute, I'm a working girl, and, no, I didn't go to college."

Strawberry squatted down, squatting next to Zhang Ping sitting crooked, head gently leaning on his knees, a thin layer of sweat beads on the nose. Zhang Ping unconsciously touched her hair, she smiled hard, the corners of her mouth full of happiness.