——38 Observations of a Chinese Female Student in Paris
★ Wang Wenjing (Paris, columnist of the Japanese New Overseas Chinese News)
There is a French saying: "Every man has his own taste." It is roughly equivalent to the Chinese saying that "every turnip and vegetable has his own love." The ancients summed it up more highly: "Every man has his own temperament, and every tree has its own branches and leaves." However, people always like to deny people and things different from themselves. Even a country as open and diverse as France cannot escape customs. For example, homosexual love.
"It smells so sweet..." When I passed the classroom platform, a gentle and kind voice of praise floated. I sat down quickly and took a glance at him. He was a skinny and handsome Asian boy. But because I often pay no attention to boys I don't know, I don't respond, just subconsciously wonder what kind of perfume I am wearing. Later, in the middle of class, the teacher asked us to write an advertising plan in English. I naturally turned back and asked the boy how to write a phrase, which was known.
Class break is a time when teachers and students like to gather around the school gate to smoke and chat. I went out for ventilation, enjoying the biting wind in early spring, shaking my body and stamping my feet. At this time, he walked slowly and stood beside me, without a cigarette in his mouth. "You don't smoke?" I asked in surprise. Maybe I have seen too many Chinese students who learned to smoke after coming to France. "Why do you smoke that kind of thing? Women smoke more than men in France. What about you?" He asked me with a wry smile. "Why smoke that kind of thing?" Then we laughed. "When I was young, I was curious about the smell of pipe smoking. I took my cousin out of the glass cabinet while my grandparents were not paying attention, and took a sip secretly. In a moment, I felt dizzy and fell asleep on the bed all afternoon. Since then, I have no good feelings for tobacco." I told him about my childhood. He is a curious person with many words and questions, but his tone is extremely gentle and gentle, which makes it difficult to avoid and refuse. He came from Shanghai and followed his mother's footsteps to Paris. When I came here, I was very generous and told me that he was the legendary "comrade". I was so excited that I said, "Brother, that's cool!" Later, I learned that he regarded me as a good friend early in the morning and only confessed to me. "You are a real and accessible type. I am very accurate in judging people," he said firmly. For a long time, I really found that I can't even tell a lie. He can see through the slightest bit of careful thinking every minute. He always admonishes me as an elder brother, telling me how to look away and not fall into a state of wringing. Sharing study plans and notes has always been generous, and people attach great importance to shaping and maintaining the perfect image of "Mr. Good".
He doesn't like to use a Chinese name. Usually, we are asked to call him a foreign name, but I prefer not to call him a "teenager". Because his femininity and mischief remind me of my 14-year-old youth. The most wonderful thing is that he can bring out a comfortable and elegant temperament like an actor. Because good actors have a sense of rhythm. The rhythm of "Teenager" is probably jazz and blues.
I always think that all people should have the same feeling: after leaving hometown, they gradually understand the meaning of hometown. This is like when we look at people, "distance produces beauty". Maybe having a close relationship with this person and this city, love and hate, may not be regarded as a true understanding of the deep heart. After we had gone through thousands of mountains and rivers and left without looking back, we gradually realized and understood our hometown through comparison. "Juvenile" is an exception. I was surprised by the complete rejection and denial of my hometown. Maybe he has lived a life that has not been recognized for too long, but I can't feel his "difference" at all. On the contrary, he lives for himself so truthfully and faithfully.
The time of a semester passed like a fleeting horse. Some students are ready to leave because of changing schools. So we held a party, and everyone laughed and drank and ate meat together. "Teenager" summoned up his courage and brought his French boyfriend to introduce him to everyone. He finally chose to confess everything to everyone. Slightly drunk, I immediately woke up a lot, sat up straight, and looked at him silently: his body was trembling slightly from inside to outside, excited and afraid, and the strength reached to the top of his head, and his eyes were about to burst with blood. After three rounds of drinking, he got drunk and slowly buried his head in the cushion of the sofa. "Sister, do you know how painful it is to be unrecognized..." In fact, I have my own difficulties - I have never been recognized by my parents. So I especially understand his feelings. In fact, as long as a compliment or encouragement, the heart will be able to pour out great power! "Although I don't drink, I don't care much about that. You have always been loyal to yourself and worked hard, which is what I admire most. Come on, let me give you a toast!" Finally, he was so drunk that he fell into a dream, and a smile of relief appeared on his lips...... █
