Love in Letters

(Li Ao)
My name is Li Ao, I'm eighteen years old, and I attend XX school. As a teenager, I naturally have
a vague sense of sexuality during puberty. I've been thinking about women for quite some time now. Unfortunately, senior year of high school is demanding, and most students are busy with the college entrance exam, temporarily putting romance aside. But I'm different; my desires have nowhere to go.

One day, on my way home, I encountered a pretty girl. She was incredibly pure, with small eyes, but a radiant light shone through them. This girl piqued my interest.
So I became a street pervert, following her several times. I discovered that she also attended the same high school
, one grade below me. I was overjoyed, but I needed to continue my investigation. After school, I deliberately followed her
home, learning that her family lived in nearby Cunxin Lane. I learned that her parents were small business owners running a grocery store, the whole family were Christians, and they were facing financial difficulties.
I also learned through various channels that the girl's name was Yunruo. Although she came from a humble background, she was of high character
and had excellent grades in class. She was also very talented. After learning about Yunruo's situation, I became very interested in her and
decided to pursue her.
At that time, I was on leave from school and had plenty of time to write letters. I wrote a letter to Yunruo and then
personally handed it to her on Taiping Road, which she passed on her way home from school.
When Yunruo received my letter for the first time, she was very nervous and didn't dare to hold out her hand. Seeing how scared she was, I
said to her, "Take it quickly, or others will see it if you leave it too long."
Seeing that I was also nervous, Yunruo took the letter and left.
(Yunruo)
Today after school, I received a letter from a strange boy. I know this boy; he
is very famous at school, so I know his name. His name is Li'ao.
Those few days when I went home, I often felt like someone was following me, which scared me. I didn't dare turn around and just kept walking forward, even running as fast as I could until I closed the door and could finally catch my breath. At first,
I thought it was a hooligan, but only today did I realize it was him. He intercepted me halfway and gave me a letter
. The letter trembled violently in mid-air, just like his hand. When he saw that I didn't reach out to take it, his hand trembled even more.
He pretended to be calm, but I knew he was just as panicked as I was.
I knew it from his words, "Take it quickly, if you leave it too long, someone will see it."
I don't understand myself either, why I obediently listened to him and took his letter.
To be honest, I thought about throwing the letter away or tearing it in half. But curiosity is still there, especially
as a girl, and I was only a sophomore in high school at the time.
(Li Ao)
That's great, she finally accepted my love letter. Anyway, it's a good start.
After that, I used this method to write her many love letters. Each time Yunruo took a letter, she
would take it without saying a word and leave, without replying. This made me a little depressed.
I thought there might be two reasons why Yunruo didn't reply: one, her studies were too heavy, and she didn't have time to write; two, she was too shy to write.

Even though Yunruo didn't reply, I still wrote to her tirelessly, each letter more touching and longer than the last. I read every single letter Yunruo
(Li'ao)

wrote to me, and I read them very carefully. I could even memorize the beautiful sentences. However, I needed to concentrate on my university entrance exams, and my parents were quite traditional and conservative, and very strict with me, so it was inconvenient for me
to reply to Li'ao. Besides, from Li'ao's letters, I could tell that she was well-read and very talented; if she
developed her talents well, she would have a bright future. Of course, I never shared these thoughts with anyone.
(Li Ao)
In 1985, I was admitted to law school.
I moved to a big city, my horizons broadened, and my desire for girls became stronger than before.
One day, I went to the XX Bookstore at No. 15 Hengyang Road to buy books. Behind the door frame, I saw a
painting by Walter Otto, "Summer Scene." The figure in the painting was a naked girl about to swim. Unsure of the water's temperature, she tested it with one foot first.
Although the painting imitated a photograph of "The Bathers" on a postcard from a Western country in the 1920s, Walter Otto
painted it vividly and realistically, with an elegant atmosphere and a strong sense of life, making it quite attractive. I was captivated by the beauty in the painting and lingered for a long time.
While looking at the painting, I thought: how wonderful it would be to see such a beautiful girl playing naked in the water
! I never revealed these secrets to anyone because I knew that at that time, such things were a great taboo in society.

When I went to university, Yunruo was in her final year of high school. At that time, I wrote her a letter, explaining that our separation would be tested.
Yunruo:

I arrived safely here on August 31st and completed the registration procedures. Everything here seems satisfactory, and a brand new life is beginning for me. Please don't worry about me.

I should have written to you that day, but because of the tight schedule, I was even more nervous. Plus, I've never been away from you before, and I never imagined I would have to leave you. Although we are temporarily separated for our studies, the feeling of parting
is indescribable.
Yunruo: If long-term companionship is the best guarantee for a relationship, then separation is an effective test of true feelings
. Therefore, our current temporary separation cannot be considered worthless. I am certain that our feelings can withstand the test. Do you agree? Words cannot express my feelings; let's talk again later!

Best wishes!
Yours, Ao, September 2nd
(Yunruo)
I've known Ao for a year, and he's about to leave me. I had thought about
giving Ao something as a keepsake after he wrote me so many love letters, but it was inconvenient, so I abandoned the idea.
Today I received a letter from Ao in X city, and after reading it, I missed him even more. We live in different places, making
letter writing extremely inconvenient. Later, I came up with a brilliant idea: I would send the letters I wrote to his younger sister, who is also studying at the same university, and then she would give them to Li Ao. His sister would act as our messenger.

I told him about this idea, and he greatly appreciated it.
Every time I receive a letter from Ao, I am very excited and read it several times. I can't reply to Ao often, but I secretly resolved to get into X University. Only there can I have a normal relationship with Ao
.
Soon after, I heard that Ao had dropped out of school and returned home because he didn't want to study law, preparing to retake the history exam the following year. He didn't
tell me and made a mistake on his own; I didn't want to get entangled with him any longer. But his letters kept
coming in, one after another.
Xiao Ruo:
How have you been lately? I've written you three letters in a row, but haven't received a single reply. I can't rest easy until you write to me.
I've already said everything I wanted to say in the previous letters, and I'm sure you know that. I just
hope you understand my sincere feelings.
It's all my fault; I made my decision without consulting you first. But this decision
was made after careful consideration, not like a child's impulsive act. Please understand my
intentions.
Anyway, please reply to this letter, especially now. My distress and longing
for you have nowhere to go; it's truly unbearable. When I felt most empty and uncertain about the future, your letter was like a ray of new hope. I can imagine the day soon when I see
your letter again, and the gloomy look in my eyes will brighten once more.
May you be happy every day.
Your letter from Ao, April 7th.
I didn't reply to Ao's heartfelt letter. He truly broke my heart. I had such
high expectations for him; how could he just drop out of school like that? Besides, I was the last person to find out. Could I still be considered his close friend?
I didn't know, and I couldn't convince myself otherwise.
A few months later, when I heard that Ao's father had died and learned that Ao was at home studying for the entrance exam for X
University, I realized I had misunderstood him. I wrote to him, expressing my own desire to apply to X University and hoping that
Ao would also get into his ideal major.
(Li Ao)
One morning, I was jogging as usual. As I passed the mailbox, the postman stopped me, saying there was mail for me.

I finally received Xiao Ruo's letter and was very happy. I immediately replied. Thus, my relationship with Xiao Ruo was restored.
Xiao Ruo:

Today is truly a good day. I finally received your letter! For sixty-three days and nights, I have missed you every moment. Seeing your letter this time, I was overjoyed. Reading it repeatedly felt like
listening to you whisper in my ear. I couldn't help but kiss the letter, inhaling the lingering fragrance of your words. If
telepathy truly existed, I think you would have blushed then.
Xiao Ruo, you said in your letter that you also want to go to X University, that's wonderful! I've been studying at home lately, just as you wish. Let's work hard together.

In your next letter, don't forget to tell me about your recent life. You know how much I care about you!
Goodbye!
Best wishes!

May our wishes come true.
Your Ao, July 7th, 1986. In 1986, Xiao Ruo and I both entered XX University. I went to the History Department, and Xiao Ruo went to the Chemistry Department of the College of Science. Although Xiao Ruo chose science, her Chinese was exceptionally good. She
won first place in the college entrance examination essay that year .
Some literary figures, after reading Xiao Ruo's college entrance exam essay, praised her writing skills highly, calling her a "
talented woman." It's amazing that a science student could have such impressive Chinese language skills.
Xiao Ruo lived in the girls' dormitory at X University, while I lived in the boys' dormitory. For a while after entering campus, we didn't have
any private contact; our interactions were limited to letters.
During that period, I wrote many letters expressing my conflicting feelings.
Xiao Ruo:

I've been busy with my studies lately. Although I feel busy, seeing your letter made me forget all my fatigue.
You won't laugh at me, will you? Because of the long class hours and heavy workload, plus my teacher asking me to read an
article and what I thought of it, and having just finished writing that fabricated piece, "Middle-Aged People Beat Young People," I was mentally overworked
. So when I received your letter, I didn't read it all at once, nor could I bear to read it all at once.
I find reading letters this way quite enjoyable—reading a section, then savoring it carefully—it's truly endlessly rewarding.
In your letter, you mentioned that I had been somewhat neglectful of you. Please don't be discouraged, don't be suspicious, and certainly don't hold a grudge. I believe
that friendships, especially between the two of us, cannot rely on superficial enthusiasm to maintain a long-term relationship
. It should be based on mutual understanding and mutual respect, a deep connection of hearts, to become long-term partners.
Now, I've finally gotten through that period. Because of the article I recently published, it received praise from my teacher
and attracted the attention of some scholars, which was unexpected. I'm also a little proud, so I'm writing to tell you this first. You should be happy! Best wishes,
yours
, September 26th.

About half a year passed like this, and Xiao Ruo couldn't bear the loneliness any longer. She wrote me a short letter, asking me to meet her at the campus square that evening.
I was overjoyed to receive Xiao Ruo's letter, thinking: Finally, we're together!
I hoped it would get dark quickly so I could hold Xiao Ruo's hand, chat, walk, and hug her...

After dinner, Xiao Ruo arrived at the campus square as promised. The moment I saw her, I asked, "Why did you suddenly write to ask me out?"

Xiao Ruo looked at me affectionately, then gently patted my shoulder with her small hand: "Don't ask about this, okay?"
That evening, we talked for four whole hours on the tree-lined paths and in the square on campus.

After that date, we quickly fell in love. Bitan, Fuyuan, the library, the cinema—we left our mark everywhere.
We often appeared together in public, and some young men and women
were extremely envious when they saw this perfectly matched talented young man and beautiful young woman together.
For a while, it was my turn to deliver the school's newspapers.
Delivering newspapers was a very hard job. Every morning, I would ride my bike to the newspaper vendors at the train station, buy the newspapers in cash
, fold and bundle them, and then rush back to X University to distribute them to various departments and buildings. I did this every day, rain or shine.

(Yun Ruo)
There was a rule at the school that I had heard about since I entered: every male student at X University had to deliver newspapers for the school. After we parted that night, Ao told me he had to deliver newspapers the next day and we might not be able to spend much time together for a while. I
felt a pang of sadness, not because I wanted to monopolize him, but
because I knew delivering newspapers was hard work. Thinking about how hard Ao would work in the mornings, I told him to ring the bell when he delivered newspapers to the girls' dormitory, and I would bring him a cup of hot milk when I heard it. At that time, Ao wasn't well-off, and he was quite thin.
After a hard morning's work, receiving my special care must have warmed his heart immensely.
(Li Ao)

On October 15, 1986, I invited Xiaoruo to take a shower at the XX Public Bathhouse. In the enclosed bathroom, for the first time in my life, I experienced what a sudden downpour felt like. The rain came suddenly, heavy and
fierce. While Xiaoruo and I were playing in the water, I became sexually aroused and we had sex.
(Xiao Ruo's clothes were soaked by my water; she was completely drenched. We continued splashing
each other, playing and frolicking. Because we were having so much fun, neither of us thought about what it would be like to be completely soaked. Xiao Ruo and I were having a great time, and as the splashes of water lapped against our clothes, suddenly, a
touching scene appeared. Xiao Ruo's vest was completely soaked, the rainwater clinging to her chest, revealing her small breasts, her nipples clearly visible—beautiful, alluring, yet
pitifully tormented by the waves.
I unconsciously looked at, scanned, and cared for her body until Xiao Ruo noticed me watching her. She shyly
stopped, turned her back to me, untied her bag, turned 180 degrees, and slung it over her chest. I tried
to wipe the water droplets from her face with a handkerchief, but it was no use; the handkerchief was completely wet. I had to wring it out.) Months later, when I heard that Ao's father had died, and learned that Ao was at home studying for her re-examination, I quickly wiped her face again.
The happiness of secretly peeking at her small breasts while wiping the water droplets from her face was discovered by her, but I could still
see her wet beauty—her face, her neck, her shoulders, her slender, white arms and hands, her feet—all exposed by the waves, filling me with joy, making me endlessly fascinated, making me lose my senses, making me
forget the shock of the grave. Truly, I must quickly forget that shock… (
Note: The content in parentheses is from the novel *Going Up the Mountain, Going Up the Mountain to Love*, with some modifications. )

That shock was related to a picture of a nude woman playing in the water that I had seen at a bookstall when I passed by during my university years; the door to my lust, which had been closed, was suddenly opened by a flood of desire. I stared intently at Xiao Ruo's small breasts; her wet vest made
the outline of her breasts even more alluring. I carefully reached out and pressed my hand against them.
Xiao Ruo was startled by my sudden action, then her whole body trembled. She didn't intend to resist
; it happened naturally in that instant. We kissed passionately, my hands kneading and squeezing her small breasts through her vest. Xiao Ruo didn't know where to put her hands, her breathing becoming rapid and heavy
.
Soon, our clothes were removed, and I finally got a good look at Xiao Ruo's small breasts. Her nipples were
upturned, incredibly beautiful and alluring. Her nipples were purplish-black, but not large, and her areolas had a faint hue. Seeing me looking at her intently, Xiao Ruo blushed shyly, biting her lip and lowering her head, her hands clenched into fists
.
I moved closer to her, lifted her chin with my hand, and asked if she was scared. She stammered, "Have you made up your mind
?" I nodded repeatedly. In that situation, did I have a choice? Besides, I truly loved Yunruo. It wasn't just her naked body before me; her eyes, her talent, her intelligence, her purity—I couldn't find
any woman who could compare. Years later, when I recall this relationship, I feel incredibly fortunate to have met a girl like Yunruo, to have such intimate contact with her, and to have spent such a beautiful time with her. Heaven has been kind to me!
Yunruo's question was merely giving me and her another reason. No matter the answer, I would
have broken my vow of celibacy at that moment. I embraced her and kissed her. My hands weren't idle; my fingers were playing with her nipples
, causing Yunruo to moan passionately. From her lips, her cheeks, her collarbone, I kissed my way up to her small breasts, kneading them with one hand and cupping her delicate breast with the other, taking it into my mouth.
My tongue swirled and licked the nipple, the sounds of our kisses echoing throughout the bathroom. Xiao Ruo kept
struggling to stay upright by holding onto the edge of the pool. Seeing this, I picked her up and
placed her beside the pool. This time, I didn't attack her breasts, but instead focused on her genitals, working on her vulva with my hands. Xiao Ruo repeatedly begged for mercy.
I knew my moment had come. Taking advantage of her overflowing vaginal fluids, I pulled out that ugly thing—
the thing women both love and hate—and probed forward. Xiao Ruo's eyes were glazed over, but she still
saw it in her daze. She dared not touch it, afraid of dirtying her hands. Perhaps because it was our first meeting, she cried out in fear.

That cry only fueled my interest.
As it turned out, I ignored her. What was meant to happen would happen. I rubbed around Xiao Ruo's vulva
for a while, making her even more breathless and panting. So, taking advantage of her moment of enjoyment, I dealt her a blow, making her understand that pleasure is accompanied by pain, pleasure is temporary, while pain accompanies one throughout life.

The things I thought about then were sometimes quite unbelievable; I was clearly engaging in animalistic behavior, yet I wanted to think of lofty ideals to absolve myself. Sexual intercourse is the greatest pleasure for humanity; this pleasure is pure pleasure, and nothing
else should be mixed in.
I parted her legs and inserted my penis, my buttocks trembling, responding to her, as if penetrating
her body. When
(Yunruo)
Ao's penis entered my body, the first thing I felt was pain, nothing but pain. Being a woman is truly not easy; having such a wound on your body means letting a man mend the leak.

Ao moved quite frequently; he became more and more vigorous with each thrust, while I had to endure his increasingly heavy impacts, making my heart pound in my throat, making me tremble uncontrollably.
After he entered my body, did I change? I think so; I bled from my genitals, but not
much. I felt those pains intimately. I frowned as I watched him thrust vigorously. At that moment, I realized
that sex wasn't always so pleasurable.
(Li Ao)
From that day on, Xiao Ruo and I openly lived together.

Due to my influence, and because Xiao Ruo herself loved literature and history, she switched from science to humanities in her second year of university, and also studied history. Thus, Xiao Ruo became my classmate again.
Our relationship gradually warmed up, and the history department teachers and classmates all knew. At that time, the school
neither encouraged nor strongly opposed relationships or cohabitation between male and female students. The love between this talented couple became
a topic of conversation among many classmates.
At the same time, I also felt that my relationship with Xiao Ruo had reached such a point that I should tell her family and get her parents' approval. I told her this idea, and Xiao Ruo said she had the same thought. That day
, (Yunruo)
told him her thoughts, and I was very happy for him. I knew he was a responsible person
, and I was glad that I hadn't chosen the wrong person.
Taking advantage of the school holiday, I went home alone.

However, when I told my mother about this, she flew into a rage and scolded me for being foolish. I explained to her, "Ao is a promising young man with great ambitions and exceptional talent. You'll definitely be happy with him."
But my mother was furious. She roared, "What ambitions? What promising young man? Everyone in X city
knows him! When other people's fathers die, their sons wear mourning clothes and kowtow, but his father died and he didn't even kowtow or kneel. Everyone in X city curses him! He's an incredibly mischievous wretch!"

At this moment, my father came out. He calmly asked me whether Li Ao was religious and what books he usually read. I told him everything truthfully. Upon hearing this, my father shook his head repeatedly, saying, "Those who don't believe in religion aren't good people. We
are Christians, and our son-in-law must also be a Christian!"
He also told me, "In the past, our family suffered enough from poverty. From now on, your generation must not suffer like we did. The reason we spared no expense to send you to university was that we hoped you would
have a good job and find a good husband. Unexpectedly, you've fallen for a penniless boy
! You must break off all ties with that poor boy immediately! If you don't, never come back home!"
I thought that my special trip home to talk about my relationship with Ao had not only failed to gain their approval but had also resulted in
a severe reprimand from my parents. Because of this, I was extremely distressed.
After returning to school, I was depressed for several days and didn't dare to ask Ao out to talk about coming home. Those few days, I
kept thinking. Although I loved Ao very much and couldn't live without him, I also remembered that I was, after all, my parents' daughter. From childhood, they had provided for my every need; I couldn't disregard their
pain for the sake of my own love. I also believed that a marriage that didn't bring happiness to its parents was a failed marriage.

One day, Ao asked me to go out, and I tearfully told him about my parents' opinions.
Hearing my story, Ao was devastated, as if struck by lightning. After a long pause, Ao finally spoke: "
Your parents have this attitude, what's your opinion?"
I said, "Let me think about it calmly..."
"I think," Ao paused and then said, "Think about it, they're not highly educated, and they run small businesses
. Their thinking and knowledge are outdated; they don't know many things about the outside world, how can they predict my future?"

Seeing that Ao was very upset about my parents' views, I could only say to him, "To avoid hurting them, we must not say anything inappropriate in front of them. You need to understand them now, and also be considerate of my
difficulties, let me think about how to handle this issue."
(Li Ao)
After my date with Xiao Ruo, I understood her parents' intentions. They were strongly opposed to me being with their daughter
, although at the time I felt that Xiao Ruo made sense and decided to give her some time to deal with the matter.
But just when we were both agonizing over our relationship, we never imagined that Xiaoruo's parents had their own
plans. If it weren't for what happened that day, I would have naively thought that my love for Xiaoruo would move the adults. They really are the ones who see things more clearly.

As mentioned earlier, Xiaoruo and I were living together. I don't know how Xiaoruo's parents found the seal with both our names on it, but they stormed over to Xiaoruo, demanding that their daughter break off her relationship with me.
Coincidentally, I was there when they arrived at Xiaoruo's place.

Xiao Ruo's father said to me rudely, "This is the seal you left in our house. I'm returning it to you now. My daughter Junruo hasn't finished her studies, so don't bother her again."

Then, her mother angrily added, "My daughter is not worthy of you. Even if you become 'president' someday, we won't come to your door; if you're so poor you're begging, please take an extra step when you come to our door!"
Hearing Xiao Ruo's parents' words, I was furious. If it were anyone else, I would have
confronted them directly, but considering my beloved Xiao Ruo's difficult position, I held back my anger.
However, this scene made it impossible for me to stay with Xiao Ruo any longer. Holding the badly scratched seal, I
said to Xiao Ruo, "I'm leaving!"
I knew that if I left, Xiao Ruo would likely receive another scolding from her parents. But what could I do? After all,
she was their daughter, and I had no right to interfere in how they raised her.
During that time, I wrote several letters.
Xiao Ruo:
I went to your dorm full of hope, abandoning everything I thought was important to find you, hoping to catch
up on our time together. But you weren't there. Your roommates said you left right when I was about to arrive.
Yes, I know they put a lot of pressure on you after your parents came that day. I don't know
what they said after I left, but I don't care. As long as I'm with you, I can pretend it never happened. The problem is, I've looked for you many times and even asked people to let you know I was looking for you, but you weren't there. Are you intentionally
avoiding me?
Xiao Ruo, I've noticed you no longer care about me like you used to. I can endure any pain, but I can't
bear your indifference. Because our past is too unforgettable.
I can't live without you; without you, it's like a fish out of water, a tree without roots. If you still consider me a friend
, please contact me as soon as possible. That's all for now!
Have a good
day. May 16th
(Xiao Ruo):
My parents' scolding made me feel wronged, and I cried while burying my face in my hands on the table.
During that time, I dared not see Ao anymore, and I didn't even dare to reply to his letters, for fear that my parents would find out.
I remembered how they repeatedly pressured me before they left to make a firm promise: to guarantee that I would never have any contact with Li Ao again. I was forced into a corner
and had
no choice but to agree. They also threw a harsh warning at me: "If we hear again in xx that you and Li Ao are together, we will not live in this world!"

This was my greatest fear.
One day, I took advantage of a break between classes to talk to Ao. In my diary, I wrote about the situation at the time:
Tears streaming down my face, I said to Ao, "From the bottom of my heart, I love you very much, and I've planned to spend my whole life with you." I reached for a handkerchief to wipe the water droplets from her face, but it was no use; the handkerchief was completely soaked. I had to wring it out because the pressure from my parents was too great, and I simply couldn't continue loving you. Although our love story is a tragedy,
I believe we will never forget each other. You are a person with lofty ideals and great potential. Don't think that everything is over just because our relationship is broken. As long as you find a good job after graduation, you
will definitely find a better partner than me."
(Li Ao)
I never imagined that conversation would be the last one of my life. No wonder Xiao Ruo
gave me one of her underwear before we parted, hoping I would cherish it forever.
From then on, I wrote to her, but never received a reply, not even after my two suicide attempts. (The shock of the grave is unforgettable. Really, I need to quickly forget that shock...) She didn't come to see me, let alone write.

Now, I took out the underwear I'd treasured for over thirty years from my drawer. In the mid-1990s, I wrote some words to commemorate her.

(The End)
In my previous essay monologue, I vented my frustration that few people appreciate other people's excellent writing. I don't care about my own writing, nor will I beg people to read it like a stone;
I feel ashamed. Even if I occasionally write a few essays with over forty likes, I'll secretly despise your eyes, okay?

I not only think this, but I also say it out loud, regardless of whether you think I have low emotional intelligence or that I'm deliberately saying that to get attention. Even if I said that intentionally, what good would it do me? Think about it: if I looked down on
those readers who liked my writing, I'd be deliberately offending them and making them unhappy—it would be entirely detrimental. Normally, I'd be secretly pleased, right?
I'm sorry, I'm not one of those authors; I have my own standards. I've been here on and off
for about a year and a half, and during that time I've summarized two tips for pleasing readers and getting them likes. But I disdain using those methods to write essays. I've put those two tips in an essay in the Forbidden Bookstore.

I'm not like some authors who complain, beg, or quit writing because their essays don't receive a good response. There was someone in sis who quit writing because of this. I won't name names. I still
admire authors with self-awareness; I've sighed for their withdrawal, but since they stopped writing, I can't say anything because we're not close.
In the end, I really despise self-aggrandizing people who lack self-awareness. I thought
arrogance was normal for people in their twenties, but when I see some authors in their thirties and forties putting on airs and making random comments on other people's articles, I simply can't imagine it. They've wasted their lives!
Just like I mocked some people in "Fame and Fortune": "If you don't brag about yourself, how will others know who you are?"
It's laughable every time I see someone showing off their knowledge. Some people even think their writing is original, which I
find even more ridiculous. I've said before that what we do now is repetitive, repetitive, and repetitive. And I have a history background; it's hard to fool me unless you've read more history books than I have. If I have time, I'll criticize a certain author's
poor historical knowledge point by point. I guess he won't dare to embarrass himself again, haha. In the end, I'm just a pretentious show-off; I'll just have to shut up and leave.

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