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The author of the preface has something to say: When you write through for the first time, please hold your hand and grow old with your son. Oh, my name is Wang Xi, and my name is only one word short of the book sage Wang Xizhi. It's all because my grandfather is an enthusiastic supporter of the calligraphy class in the activity center for retired cadres. I took such a name suspected of piracy, and I was teased by my friends (in my mother's language) more than once. It's not just one or two people who call me a "book saint" when they meet.
Over time, I became numb to this nickname, thinking that at least I had been scratched by my grandfather for more than ten years. I dare not say that compared with those guys who write like dogs crawling, I just happily took the nickname "Book Saint", which doesn't seem to explain where I am thicker than them.
The only guy who still hates me with this nickname is the smelly girl who walks right in front of us and laughs with another girl in our class. Destiny's love has been in the same apartment since she was born. I have a holiday with this girl named Nie Xiaoqing, but I can't spend three days and three nights. Since we were in the same class from kindergarten to sophomore year, she has listed every anecdote in my life one by one, and always said it in the most lethal way. ……