Wang Han is a senior student at Yunda University’s Humanities College. His job has been set. After graduation in July, he will work at a newspaper in the south. There are no courses in the second semester of his senior year, and now he has just started. It is logically the happiest and leisurely time in the four years of college. However, he cannot be happy. He always feels that after the Spring Festival, the school is filled with a bleak atmosphere of a feast that is about to end, and even the laughter and joy of the dormitory roommates are a bit unreal.

ah……

I should write a poem or an essay for this annoying and wonderful emotion...

There are many inspirations, but there is no clue. It is like a cloud blocking it, unable to catch it, unable to catch it, want to vomit, cannot vomit it, want to swallow it, cannot swallow it, which makes Wang Han very melancholy. In order to relieve this melancholy, after dinner, he took a novel from his roommate's bedside and prepared to go to the main teaching building to find a classroom to sit for a while. It is the most representative building of the entire school and the quietest place. It is very likely to inspire inspiration and create a peerless article to commemorate the youth that is about to pass away.

When entering the lobby on the first floor of the main teaching building, Wang Han saw a few schoolgirls gathered next to a notice board, chattering about something. The notice board was specially placed by the school, and some information such as lost and found goods, second-hand goods, renting and tutoring were often posted on it. It is very popular among students. When they are tired of rest or self-study, they will run there for a walk, so Wang Han didn't care. He put his hands in his pockets, frowned slightly, with a melancholy expression, and took a chic pace.

"I like this sentence very much, I must buy a notepad of this kind tomorrow morning."

"Take me one when I buy it."

"How can I buy one? I have to buy at least four, this one, the one I just like water and flowing in, and..."

Wang Han stopped when he heard this. Before the Spring Festival, he customized a calligraphy art notepad in the humanities and social science library on the fourth floor of the library. The words on the cover can be selected by yourself or randomly. He studied literature, so he did not want to think of any good sentences, so he chose these two sentences from "Ba Liu Zi" by the poet Qin Guan of the Song Dynasty, and then waited for two days to receive the goods. Although 20 yuan is a bit expensive, the book was made very exquisitely, the characters were written beautifully, worth the money, and unique, and very personal. Therefore, he carried them with him every day as a treasure, and even helped his parents keep their accounts at home during the Spring Festival.

Didn’t you agree to have exclusive customization? Why are you advertising now...

In this way, my notepad has no personal characteristics...

Wang Han was even more depressed. He turned around 180 degrees and squeezed to several girls. He looked carefully at the bulletin board and found that there was an advertising poster that was much larger than ordinary A4 paper. The two sentences were written in a round and slender font. In the lower right corner of the poster, there was a colorful field-shaped logo with two lines of text beside the logo. The first line was the brand name of Thinker’Notebook, and the second line read "At 8:00 on February 28, the school will be sold in limited quantities."

At this time, a short-haired girl stepped forward and pulled it gently, pulled the poster off, then rolled it up carefully, and said with a smile: "I will take it back and stick it to the edge of the bed. I will definitely have a dream every night."

"You stole it just after they posted it. Isn't that appropriate?"

"What are you afraid of? He left after posting it, but he didn't see it. Besides, it's nothing if he saw it. There are hundreds of pictures everywhere in the building, and there are not a shortage of this one."

"Oh, then I'll steal one too, just steal the beautiful couple like flowers and the passing years."

"Then hurry up and go together, otherwise there will be many people going to study at night and then you will be stolen."

Several girls scattered, and Wang Han followed behind in surprise and watched. After walking along the long corridor for a while, he saw a girl, with the encouragement of her companions, shrank her shoulders and walked into a classroom where many students were sitting like a kitten. She pulled off a poster from the wall next to the blackboard, and then quietly turned and retreated. She ran forward along the corridor with a few companions, making laughter that had survived the disaster while running. The crisp laughter rippled in the open corridor, making it look particularly lively and cheerful.

Wang Han no longer had the intention of reading and writing to find inspiration. He looked along the corridor and saw that many of the classrooms had posters, and each one was different. Some were graceful and fresh, some were bold and passionate, some were humorous and funny, some were thought-provoking, with many varieties and various kinds. He had a good memory and walked to the 4th floor. After checking nearly 100 classrooms, he found the repeated text content in a small classroom, but the fonts were different. What he saw before was official script, but now it has become regular script.

What a big deal!

Never seen an advertisement like this, it's really refreshing...

Wang Han returned to the first floor and stood at the entrance of the hall to watch coldly. After a while, he saw seven or eight students walking towards the dormitory with stolen posters. Some even took seven or eight pictures, exchanging them like doing business, and also communicating with each other about which one or more books to buy tomorrow.

Look at this, I have to get up earlier tomorrow, otherwise I might not be able to buy the notepad I want to buy...

While Wang Han was considering the time to get up, he spread out the poster he had just stolen and stood under the street light to look carefully. He saw that the text on it said: You may not be outstanding, but you must be unique.

That’s right, although I can’t write outstanding poems, I must be a unique person!

Just after 7 o'clock the next morning, Wang Han got up from the warm bed in the chilly spring cold. His roommate who was sleeping in his lower bunk was woken up, turned over and asked, "What are you doing?"

“Go for breakfast.”

"Damn! You don't have to get up so early for breakfast. Since you're up, you can buy me three notepads later."

"What content do you want?"

"The few I saw yesterday were good, none of them were bad. This company should be very particular. Just buy it casually. I will give you money when I come back."

Another roommate woke up, poked his head out of the quilt, and said with a smile: "Wang Caizi, bring me one too, and I will take you the curtain of You Meng that you usually take out to show off."

"I have a dream, I don't know who can share it with... Wang Han, do you plan to write Qiong Yao's novel to pick up girls?"

After making fun of the two roommates, they burst into laughter at the same time. If it were the other day, Wang Han would have thought that their smile was fake and empty, but now he felt very sincere and natural. His melancholy seemed to have disappeared, and his whole body was as clear and full of vitality as the warm and cold spring breeze outside. He raised his middle finger at his roommate, then opened the door, and left the dormitory with great strides.

It was still early, so Wang Han decided to go to the cafeteria for breakfast first, and then go to the education supermarket to take a look. When he walked to the nearest canteen, he saw a large group of people gathered on the side road. He looked up at the wall and pointed, talking, as if something was awesome. He hurriedly trotted a few steps, bypassed an intersection, and then saw a huge poster. The poster was larger than the screen in the cinema, hanging from the roof of the four-story building, covering most of the side, with great courage.

In the two-thirds of the space on the right side of the poster, there are hundreds of notepad covers with dense texts written on the covers, with strange words, some of them graffiti, some of them textbook knowledge, some of them mood diaries, some of them digital books, and the fonts are ever-changing, some of them are crooked, some are upright, some are slender, some are beautiful, some are majestic, some are magnificent, and some are mixed together. It seems messy, but in fact it has a unique mystery, because the content of those words records a person's growth and life details.

In the space on the left third of the poster, there is a very long copy, like a pile of tall building blocks, every eight lines: "If you are alive, you will breathe; if you breathe, you will speak; if you speak, you will be curious; if you are curious, you will explore; if you explore, you will experience; if you experience, you will learn; if you learn, you will grow; if you grow, you will expect; if you expect, you will discover; if you discover, you will question; if you question, you will ask questions; if you ask, you will think; if you think, you will understand; if you understand, you will remember, if you remember, you will live, if you live, you will want to live better; if you want to live better, you need words."

Below the entire poster is a line of red text: "Only words are longer than memories and longer than time. Remembering life will never fade."

Wang Han looked up at the majestic poster and the untiring copywriting. His heart was filled with shock and warmth. He just felt that he should buy more notepads and use less outstanding words to record his ordinary life before graduation and leaving school. Only then can he live his life and be worthy of his youth!

Unfortunately, although he got up early, he rushed to the evening party. Because he was proud of his identity, he was unwilling to rob people. In the end, he only bought a notepad by queuing up, and it was not his favorite.

One hour, one campus, ten thousand notepads sold out.

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Note 1: You may not be outstanding, but you are definitely a unique advertising slogan of Taiwan’s 104 Human Resources Bank, which won the 2011 and 2012 advertising golden sentence awards.
Chapter completed!