In the sophomore literary theory course, I learned about the two branches in the literary history of foreign novels in the 19th century: realism and romanticism. Since the course is too European and American and ignores the need for localization, I can only privately brainstorm passages that are more suitable for memorization, in order to achieve a deep and diversified understanding. The most realistic story I can think of is that I like him, and the most romantic story I can think of is that he will like me too.
Later, I thought about it and felt that this statement was not quite right. The latter has far exceeded the category of romanticism and can be directly classified into the absurdist school to rival Waiting for Godot.