I tried to write a story and hence cudgeled my brains for it. First I’d like to write something about human. Though there were always excellent works about animals, I admitted all of which were wonderful, but not my favor.

I had to write at least two people, one was a man and the other was a woman. I wasn’t good at writing something like Brokeback Mountain. Originally I decided to make them hate each other at first and gradually love each other. Probably the heroine had leukemia to end the sad love story. Leukemia seemed to be an elegant disease in South Korean drama. If the heroine had other appearance-breaking disease, which was too contrary to the entire drama. The whole drama had to be beautiful, even disease needed to be beautiful too. I didn’t want to follow South Korean’s footsteps and wanted to give a happy end to it, however, which reminded me of classical scholar and young lady story of ancient China, because most of which had a happy ending. There was one exception, Butterfly Lovers, which had a really romantic ending. I used to like realistic works, but now I found imagination was really fascinating too. I chose a third road, probably one of them loved another one and hence the other one waited for him all his life. Actually he waited until he moved the woman’s daughter, oh, my, suddenly I found Jin Yong already wrote it. These days it was really hard to create something new. I’d like to have the woman wait for the man and move the man’s son with another woman. The love between old woman and young man was probably not well received now. Feminism is nice, but I didn’t have courage to write about this to receive abuse, so just deserted it. Probably they were unlucky to be together, and their children(with another woman and another man) would continue their unfinished love. Alas, a South Korean movie already did that ahead of me. Alas, maybe I would put this aside for a while.

Should they have children? Children was necessary. When they quarreled with each other by accident, children was the bridge between them. Of course the family pleasure was always a nice thing to write, I was probably too wordy. Eyes are always better than hands on writing. When you read something, your eyes become very critical; while you writing something, you hands become very tolerant. Sometimes I wondered why Lu Xun had so many things to write during his days. Probably he had very sharp eyes and wisdom. Nowadays, there are so many things happened every day and I even have nothing to write, what a shame, shame on me.

There are female worker girls everywhere and all of whom are different. A tech-man came to my company to hunt for wife and impressed the whole company so much. I have so many things to write and why can’t I? I’m not willing to let things become rotten in my stomach. Even though the guy did nothing special except wife-hunting, I can create something for him so that he’ll become a typical person, probably the spokesman of wife-hunting.

Tech-man came to our company a few months ago and used his action to demonstrate that work is less important than wife. At first he came to work in plant for a month, he asked a question, “do you like me?” to every girl in plant, of course failed without result.

Then he came to work in office and made a table with content like ‘name, mobile phone number, QQ’ to let every female colleague fill. On weekend, he dialed one by one to ask them whether they were available to watch movie, climb mountain etc. He rarely talked with male colleagues and probably was the reincarnation of Jia Baoyu and thought woman was made from water while man from mud. It was a pity when he fell from heaven with head down to earth first. <Make from and make of, I can’t distinguish them until today, just now I seeked Baidu for help on these two phrases.>

There was no female colleague in his office, R&D department. Tech-guy was very bored and had no heart to learn technology. He even played a small program to show rose one by one until roses were full of desktop, which was really a nice move to kill time and make the director angry.

The lunch time was the best for him because he could go to refectory with female colleagues though none of them was willing to let him follow. During lunch Tech-guy ate little and stared female colleagues without move, should this be called beauty could fill one’s stomach? No girl talked with him and he was so lonely.

One day, he found a girl smile at him, what’s more, a really pretty girl. He shook his fat body a little and the girl smiled more like a flower in spring breeze. He stamped according to the melody of roadside speaker and the girl laughed and covered her mouth. He probably knew why King You of Zhou was willing to sacrifice his country for a simple smile of his favorite beauty Baosi. Suddenly an old woman elbowed him and said confusedly, “young man, why are you stamping on dogshit again and again? Is that supposed to be funny?” There is no need for me to say, you can imagine how awkward Tech-man is.