Dedicated to Saussure

Saussure, renowned linguist and father of modern linguistics.

My mom, an ordinary English teacher with a keen interest in linguistics, is Dou Keyi's mother.

Oh, Dou Keyi is me.

In 1999, an obstetrician in a hurry to finish work rushed my mom into the delivery room, and I was born.

My dad's surname is Dou. He asked my mom, "What should we name the baby?"

Exhausted and barely able to speak, she couldn't be bothered to answer and said dismissively, "...Any... anything's fine."

My dad: "All right, all right. Just as you say. We'll call her Dou Keyi."

Me: "..."

On the day I was born, I didn't cry for a long time, and everyone worried I might be stupid.

After quite a while, I finally cried, loud enough to shake the heavens.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

But nobody knew I was crying because the baby next door was so ugly.

At the time, I didn't know that this ugly little kid would become my boyfriend one day.

Dedicated to Saussure. Without Saussure, there would be no my mom, and without her, there would be no me.

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1. A coming-of-age story set in a particular era.

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