The Left Side

This is a story set in 2005, told to you at the start of 2010. Left Side has many flaws: plain writing, an immature plot, and meandering narration. But it means something different to me. It was my first story, and from the day I began writing it to the day I finished took a full four years. Even now, it cannot really be called finished. I fixed many of its glaring problems, but kept its narrative style, clumsy though it is. It is the person I was at the beginning, my own style. More than a novel, it feels like a high school student's diary. That simple, honest feeling is what moves me. I hardly even told anyone that I had written a story. Perhaps I'll wait until I'm old and near the end of my life, take it out by myself, and read again this story from my youth... Thank you to everyone who read it, despite all its flaws and immaturity! The pure white Left Side: No friendship could be purer or more sincere. An innocent age without a trace of impurity. The deep blue Left Side: No youthful memory could be more melancholy, and no love more gentle yet filled with sorrow. The green Left Side: Green, the color that belongs to the road of youth. This is a symphony of youth?? [corrupted text] our summers, now gradually slipping away.? The gray Left Side: Once you grow up, the world is no longer simply black and white. The pain of a broken family is something time cannot heal. Memory is a painkiller, applied again and again, but it cannot mend the wound that has scarred over. The Twin Flowers Left Side: In the summer of 2002, I met Yi Nuo. She promised with her word of honor that even if the whole world abandoned me, I needn't be afraid, because she would still care for me. In the late summer of 2005, I met Han Xue. She could always casually say things that hurt me. She didn't mean to say them, yet her words cut the deepest and hurt the most. And I still foolishly believed it was fate. Zi Wei talks about the people in Left Side Xia Ziwei Very few people know that I am lonely and unhappy. That's because I always smile at them. Even when I'm in so much pain that I have only the last flicker of strength left, I still smile at them. It's shallow, but there's nothing I can do. There are too many helpless things in this world that we can't control. Lately, I've really taken to swearing, though only in my head. I have to keep it in check before I blurt something out one day and pollute the environment. I used to swear when I was underage, so that was just childishness. Now I swear because society has driven me to it! Cheng Yinuo Cheng Yinuo is worth a thousand pieces of gold, a promise as weighty as nine tripods, ten incense burners. Are you stupid? Cheng Yinuo, even if you turned into a eunuch, I'd still know it was you. Have you ever heard of a woman turning into a eunuch? Song Zong Tang Zong seems to be like pi: I can get infinitely close, but never reach the depths of my heart. Han ++ Xue Han Xue makes me sad and angry again, but I indulge her. No matter how she torments me, I never complain. The two of us are so far apart that we will never meet in this life. I just want to beg a shadow for a little tenderness and warmth. Back then, I didn't know that shadows have no warmth. The passion lies in people's hearts. Xia Ziwei's mother Money is the only standard my mom uses to determine the facts. Roommate No. 1 Whether the news is true or false, women are interested as long as it's gossip. Roommate No. 2 A man who's a dog isn't scary. It just means he didn't do a good job pretending to be a wolf. But a woman who's a dog is a big problem: it means she didn't do a good job pretending to be human! It's not as if Second Sister can't find a husband. If she dresses up, she has her own kind of charm. Not exactly top quality, but certainly a rare specimen. Whatever you do, don't let her get involved. She'll make your teeth ache. Roommate No. 3 You're just a nagging old woman who acts like the mother of the realm. The Four Beauties of the Women's Dorm One woman is a demon; more than one, and it's a disaster! When there are too many women, they make a mess of everything and the world falls into chaos. Alone, a woman is a lady. Two together become housewives. Three or more are all shrews. The club Our club has stainless-steel discipline. It has nothing to fear from a troublemaker like me corroding it. Recruiting new members is like taking concubines; meetings are like matchmaking. The professor In this class, the old professor went from talking about "representing advanced productive forces" to imagining us staying out all night to go online. The rise of internet cafes is the very embodiment of advanced productive forces. 2016: New Story + New Story + Sunshine Over the City series + 2011: Older Work + Theme: