He laughed: "Your logical thinking is starting to become confusing."
I said: "I never talk about logic, I just talk about feelings. Wuhan is too big. Really, there are three towns and two rivers. There is a poem that describes the bigness of Wuhan like this."
He asked: "Is there any?"
I said, "Yes. Listen, you live on Jianghan Road and I live at the corner of the street. Suddenly I asked about the day we met. It was already autumn."
He frowned and said, "Who wrote this poem?"
I said, "Me, what I wrote is that Wuhan is big. We live in Wuchang and have nothing to do. We can avoid going to Hankou and Hanyang for the rest of our lives."
He said: "You wrote it, no wonder it's so oily." After saying that, he laughed.
I was so angry that I stood there and refused to leave. He tilted his head and looked at my face and said, "Angry? How could I, an engineering student, understand poetry? That's nonsense. Have you had breakfast? Oh, that's not what people in Wuhan say. Are you too early?"
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