剩女W小姐脱光记 – Naked notes from a ‘leftover woman’ – English

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I wrote this before I turned 21.

I’d talked with many female friends, and had heard many tales, and came to realize many things. So, I wrote a kind of medley of it all.

This piece is purely imaginary, please don’t criticise.

One

When Miss W was 25, she felt herself to be very old.

Old in that all new things she encountered seemed already washed out and faded. Old in that all good food tasted like ashes in her mouth.

Miss W couldn’t put off seeing her older cousins any longer. But when that crowd of wives got together, their conversation always revolved around their husbands and household affairs, and even if a second earlier each and every one of them would complain their husbands were so disrespectful of their mothers, so rude and coarse to their sisters, so cold and unaffectionate, a heartbeat later they’d still all be rushing to beat each other to post on facebook and twitter about how they’d lovingly prepared a delicious meal for their husbands, or found a romantic anniversary gift, or put up charming pictures from a family day out (of course with the pets)…

Miss W didn’t like her cousins.She thought them so green, so unaware of the vastness of the world; a flock of chicks with eggshell still stuck to their butts gathered together to yap ceaselessly about men till the sky splits and the land withers, their love affairs measured in luxury handbags and whether it matters these days if the man chasing you is your social equal – love for them was made up of visible, tangible bargaining chips to flaunt in the face of others. Talk with them for less than a minute and you’d see through their young and tender exteriors to the pallid emptiness within.

However, Miss W’s oldest sister had already, almost carelessly, walked straight through all obstacles into the besieged city, and successfully captured her unfortunate – or lucky – man, whilst if you counted the number of times Miss W’s youngest sister had changed boyfriends, the number greatly exceeded the number of years since she’d started having periods.

Only Miss W had not yet been in love. No doubt about it, Miss W was a leftover woman, both indifferent to that fact and at once deeply moved by it. Even though Miss W on a superifical level could recognise the aesthetic values of the leftover woman – most were after all highly intelligent, outstanding in many respects, and picky. However, in the innermost depths of her heart, Miss W felt with a certain desolation that that cold concept ‘leftover woman’ was similar to ‘nun’, close enough to make Miss W shudder although she was not cold.

After showering, Miss W now stood before her mirror, weighing up the version of herself she saw in it from head to toe: compared to when she was 20, the lines of her face seemed to have undergone some subtle change, her skin seemingly not longer as tight as it once had been. Damn collagen, draining away! Her breasts also seemed not to be as upstanding as before, ai, the evil effects of gravity! Waist, two legs… Miss W impatiently left the mirror, and from 25 years old onwards, she lost her former interest and enthusiasm for mirrors and taking pictures.

Two

If you took Miss W as the centre and scanned her surroundings, you would find a set assembly of leftover women, all mutually different elements, all stable, all closely bonded together.

Leftover women, whilst in general rather picky, have a kind of mutual recognition and feeling for each other, they feel as though it is hard for such original individuals as themselves to find a common language with the masses of more ordinary women who are married or in love. However, leftover women are unwilling or perhaps ashamed to admit that at a unconscious level they are full of hostility to such women, as those foolish women’s faces are brimming with emotion, even if its a hypocritical, empty happiness, it always inadvertantly, ruthlessly prods at the sensitive nerves of the leftover women and shakes their fragile pride to its core. Thus, even though leftover women can also look down on each other, they won’t hesitate to form alliances. After all, they still have a mutual understanding and a mutual pity.

Within Miss W’s assembly of leftover women, Louise Liu was the pick of them all.

Miss W felt that Louise’s face and figure were quite sufficient to entirely fufill all male daydreams, no matter whether they were from the stone age or the post-industrial age. With the mist-drenched London accent a talented student of the foreign languages department, it had taken Louise Liu just two years of work to transform herself from campus queen to social belle, and now as event organiser for a famous PR company Louise rubbed shoulders with the rich and famous at the banquets and feasts where they gathered, 顾盼于各色阔佬之间，远远看去一片纸醉金迷歌舞升平. As for whilst she had been at university, Louise had been near inseparable from her books – in addition to academic texts, she studied Vogue as well. Two year down the line, Louise unexpectedly and near inexplicably began to favour the theories of a wretched, poverty-stricken Jew. She changed. To try and explain it all, she directly quoted the original words of that Jewish greybeard:

‘If the essence and appearance of things directly coincided, all science would be superfluous.’

Louise believed that those two years she had endured had allowed her to inflitrate the inner world of fame and profit, to gather accurate, detailed data, and that she’d long ago managed to get to the true heart of the problem. Thus, at gatherings of leftover women she stopped gossiping about the private lives of celebrities, and instead began to peddle her philosophical ideas to try and rescue Miss W and her fellow leftover women from the sea of ignorance they wallowed in.

Louise Liu the society belle thus became into Louise Liu the preacher.

From then on, the words Louise used most often became as follows: class, capital, exploitation, profit, alienation, revolution… Reportedly, during the 30s and 40s of the last century, after preparing themselves to go forth and make trouble, progressive, beautiful young women would always set out on pilgrimage to Yan’an. Miss W never expected that a modern young lady like Louise would bring up such an archaic topic, nor that such words could sound so sexy, so modern on her lips.

Louise was radiant with delight.’If you ask me, class analysis is in no way old-fashioned. At birth, people are branded with the marks of class, for example the proletariat and the bourgeoisie are todays 屌絲 and 高帥富.屌絲們 even though they aren’t afraid to mock themselves, who among them isn’t really trying to curry favour and transform themselves into 高帥富? So it’s all really still all about Marx – rather than becoming a 高帥富，it’d be better to annhiliate the boundaries between 屌絲 and 高帥富.’

‘Property is the objectification of inequality and human lust for wealth. Of the fortunes amassed by millionaires only a very few could withstand close examination, pick any one you like and investigate and you’ll find a background crammed with criminal dealings and shady business. And don’t talk to me about how the aristocracy are supposedly educated and well-balanced, Britain was all about the aristocracy and gentlemanly behaviour, and look how they turned out… When in power, they fathered America, now having lost it they act like America’s adoring grandkid.’

Don’t hate the marriage-obsessed system. Monogamy has always been supplemented by adultery and whoring, marriage as an institution is not built on some kind of natural order, rather it is built on economic principles. The Prince can lover Cinderella, but can’t take her to be his lawful wedded wife. If the Prince wishes to ascend the throne, he needs military and economic support, and so needs must either marry for his country, or marry his prime minister’s daughter. As for poor Cinderella, she just has to wait till the Prince finally becomes a fully fledged King, and then she’ll get her luxury apartment. Don’t look at me like that, do you really like that any wealthy man who likes me is thus actually going to marry me? Besides, even if some 60 year old property magnate did think like that, I wouldn’t be able to stand his decaying flesh and smell of old age.’

Miss W had no doubt that should there ever be another Yan’an, countless fashionable, liberated Louise Lius would flock to it. Miss W also admitted that she was rather more infatuated with the light Louise seemed to radiate when sermonizing than the half-truths coming out of her mouth. Something about the way the words came out of Louise’s mouth made them easier to believe than when spoken by a serious, slightly old-fashioned politics teacher.

But Miss S, a student of philosophy, looked down on this with contempt.

After graduating from their undergraduate degrees, S and W had both chosen to continue their studies.

W和S本科毕业后都不约而同的选择了继续深造，哲学系科班生S看上去或者说哲学系科班生S小姐更刻意地将自己装扮成一个不怎么食人间烟火的高贵圣女。S是剩女里唯一一个会为自己的拿不出手的追求者感到羞愤的，W知道，S心里觉得这种质地的男生竟敢追求自己，追求行为本身就是对自己的亵渎。哲学女S酷爱读书，从柏拉图读到笛卡尔，从笛卡尔读到克尔凯郭尔，读了这么多书，可除了上课时可以参与高谈阔论外，S小姐也并未写出任何像样儿的要么打动学术要么打动人心的像样文章来。S小姐不喜欢高帅富屌丝此等低贱的词语，更不喜欢这些低贱的词和她的高贵哲学发生任何关系，她和她的哲学要永远纤尘不染。S小姐之前不喜欢跟W这些理科女谈哲学，偶尔提起，也是一副降贵纡尊的表情。

所以，S小姐直接将露易丝刘半路出家的哲学玩票定义为牛嚼牡丹。不过还好是马克思的，S暗暗舒了一口气。

在S小姐看来，不懂德语就谈古典哲学无异于隔山打虎。然而，当露易丝在剩女非空集合中兜售她的半吊子哲学并大获成功后，S小姐气急败坏。

“露易丝，你讲异化，异化的德文是什么？”

“露易丝，我建议你还是先把康德，黑格尔的著作读完再读马克思的。”

“露易丝，请你不要把哲学和阶级私有财产联系在一起，哲学没那么世俗化！”……

露易丝，露易丝……S把露易丝布尔乔亚的英文名念得充满了东北大茬子味儿。

面对S的拆台和刁难，露易丝倒是阳奉阴违地接受批评，并不时地假模假样请教S些问题。私下里，露易丝告诉W，不给S秀优越的机会，S会憋死的。可怜的S小门小户小家子气，单亲家庭家境不好没有阶级觉悟不说还总是试图掩盖，所以听不得屌丝高帅富，没办法，S的尊严总是比常人要来的异常猛烈些。

只是偶尔被S逼急了，露易丝难免也会青面獠牙：“管你这个问题哪个哲学家之前提过之后论及，德语什么希腊语什么，我对这个哲学感兴趣是因为丫能解释清楚现实的问题，你道行深你继续在你们圈里糊弄人，你他妈的别再给我整那些虚头巴脑的玩意了！”。

S小姐一时语无凝噎，眼球由绿转红，再转烟灰。后来两次剩女非空集合聚会，她都没出现。再出现时，已经是一个月以后了，一个月后的S愈加清瘦，楚楚动人。不知这一个月里S是如何下定决心忍痛放弃哲学高贵论，伴随她的再现的还有她的哲学教化。然而比起露易丝的亦庄亦谐，荤素搭配，S的一堆枯燥概念名词立刻让剩女们一颗准备被接受洗礼的心，瞬时恢复了正常的搏动。

露易丝偶尔也会不怀好意：“S呀，你讲了半天不觉得克尔凯郭尔的孤独都是狭隘的么？他继承了巨额遗产，不愁吃喝一辈子不曾工作，无所事事的人一般都会无形放大自己的痛苦，我觉得这种痛苦都是无病呻吟，克尔凯郭尔不过是把呻吟上升到哲学呻吟。”

趁着S去卫生间的功夫，剩女们如获大赦，露易丝不无讥诮：

“S的哲学和她的床上功夫一样令人昏昏欲睡。”

说罢，将一粒葡萄投入嘴中，红唇白齿，口舌摩擦，在露易丝那里，咀嚼都被诠释地如此性感。W突然想起，露易丝的完美唇形和鲜艳唇彩似乎从不曾因为吃食而受到破坏。

三

W小姐是不得已才走上万恶的相亲之路的。

W的妈妈总会在每个星期的固定通话里，巧妙打探着W的情感状况。W将她与她妈的每周通话形容为冷气流和低气压过境，因为随之而来的是W极不稳定的情绪。

春节回家时，W小姐的大表哥和二表姐都将准未婚妻和准未婚夫带回了家。尽管凯蒂的外婆早已从W小姐的舅妈和二姨妈那里掌握了准孙媳妇，准外孙女婿的一切资料——生辰八字身高体重籍贯工作毕业院校父母家庭几只狗几只猫，但在家庭聚会上，外婆说不上是慈祥地装傻还是装傻地慈祥：“孩子，你在哪里上班？…你父母…”

“奶奶您身体真硬朗，一定能活到一百岁。”

W小姐不习惯这比春晚还热闹和谐的虚假气氛，于是跑去逗比利了，比利是W小姐外婆的爱犬。放在平时，比利见到W小姐总会摇着尾巴，讨好地为W表演几个拿手动作。可这几天，准孙媳妇和准外孙女婿竭尽所能地巴结着比利，他们心里盘算着讨老太太欢心，先要买通老太太的狗。比利在被他们的牛奶香肠喂得肠满肚圆后，愈发地狗仗人势，骄矜起来。腆着狗肚子的比利看到W后，竖起的耳朵又懒洋洋地耷拉下来，任W怎么拨弄，它都纹丝不动。家庭聚会接近尾声时，老太太给准孙媳妇和准外孙女婿分别包了红包，这红包的分量当然不能太厚也不能太轻，要是和去年大表姐那次一样轻重，精明的舅妈自然会有意见，嫡亲的孙子倒是比不过外孙女了。要是两份红包的重量不一样，爱唠叨的二姨妈自然会牢骚满腹，老太太你这偏心都摆到明面上来了。

W当然知道她外婆的为难，W小时候看《红楼梦》就明白，人人都羡慕贾母的养尊处优，可哪里懂得贾母要维持一大家子的政治平衡也需要煞费苦心。

春节回来后，W小姐无可奈何地接受了相亲。再没有男朋友，狗眼都要看她低了。终于，在吃了很多顿记不住什么的味道的相亲饭，说了许多言不由衷的莫名其妙话后，W小姐遇见了她的幸运概率：0.007。从概率学的角度讲，假设一个人一生会爱十个人，在可选择的范围内遇见这个爱人的概率是0.007，而你爱他，他恰好也爱你的几率是0.000049。

现在0.007先生正坐在W的对面，W对他一见钟情。

0.007是刚刚毕业回国的美国名校博士。0.007目测起来没什么短板：长相干净清爽，举止谦虚得体，主修计算机，辅修摄影，爱好古典音乐，工作家世无可挑剔，最令W满意的是，0.007在国外求学这几年一直处在类寺庙的环境中，异性交往史约等于零。想想0.007第一次和W说话时的目光羞涩地躲闪，脸颊轻微地泛红，W小姐心中就漾起一蓬又一蓬的莫名甜蜜。

W的近期目标设计是早日实现0.000049。有了目标，W的行为就有了合法性，于是她的约会装就越发清纯了，说话越来越温柔，博士喜欢的都是清纯的姑娘吧？当然，还需要内涵，于是，W和0.007的每次聊天，从形而上聊到形而下，从冯诺依曼聊到图灵，从虐猫大神薛定谔聊到G男维特根斯坦，W使出浑身解数配合着，她甚至暗暗懊恼S报告时，自己因为去了太多次厕所而漏听了太多名词。

脑海里， W还在迫不及待地构想着0.007拍摄他俩的婚纱照的感人画面，可现实中，第三次见面后，0.007就再也没有约过W了，甚至当W自掉身价鼓起勇气主动约他时，0.007也推托说最近太忙，下次吧。

下次，下次。

明白人都明白这是什么意思。

可明白人W这次更宁愿自欺欺人，也许0.007是真忙IT行业嘛，要理解理解。

耐心一点，再耐心一点。

当W把最近的遭遇在剩女非空集合聚会上说给露易丝刘时，露易丝恨铁不成钢。W呀，W，再怎么说你也受我荼毒很多年，怎么出手如此S呢？谁说博士就喜欢清纯女了？你们约会约的比学术沙龙还学术报告，对一个满脑子都是性憧憬的清纯博士，你觉得合适？

你要是早点向我汇报，我给你出谋划策，结局就是另外一个了。清纯的男人最经不起受风骚女人的诱惑了，《聊斋》里清一色书生过不了美妖精关，自古这个理都没变。要我说，你约会时裙子短点，事业线深点，看电影黑灯瞎火貌不经意地在他耳边说说话吹吹气，让他某个部分有点该有的反应，放心吧，以后你就擎等着他主动约你吧。噢，可怜的W，你读书都读傻了。算了，别伤心了。下次遇见喜欢的，记得早点向我报告。

下次，下次，W最近快被这个词折磨的神经衰弱了。

四

接到贾莫娜的邀请时，W觉得不可思议。

她和贾莫娜已经很久没联系了，久得看到手机上莫娜的名字，大脑神经中枢需要好一阵子才传递过来信号。上次听说起莫娜还是在去年的同学聚会上，一干女同学谈论起莫娜来，心中的嫉妒不甘与复杂都不屑于掩饰。资质平平的莫娜毕业后竟然嫁了一个金龟婿，不是镀金的，而是二十四克K纯金。

嫉妒，永远是和人类历史一样古老的人类古典情感。

有人不怀好意的猜忌莫娜的金龟该不会有什么难以启齿的隐疾？有人大胆的怀疑莫非莫娜是一个不显山露水的隐性二代？

……

在W的记忆里，莫娜是平的，她扁平的身材扁平的脸，还有她再怎么刻苦却依旧扁平的成绩，莫娜的确是一个没有丝毫立体存在感的人。高考结束后，莫娜怀揣着扁平的分数，肩负着终于不扁平的行李箱，去了大洋彼岸念书。

女孩莫娜是扁平的，但妇人莫娜却有着敦实的存在感。无论在保姆司机眼里，女主人莫娜是如何的好修养没有架子平易近人，可此刻站在W面前的莫娜，心中却充满了不自在——在某些人眼里恐怕她一辈子都是原形毕露矫正不过来的自卑笨女孩莫娜。

男人之间打开心扉讲点真话要靠酒精的催化，女人之间拉近感情只消聊点别的女人的八卦就可以了。坐在莫娜家不可估价的黄花梨沙发上，喝着莫娜沏泡地充满玄妙学问的功夫茶，在和莫娜八卦了班中几位女生的近况后，女主人莫娜终于还原为女孩莫娜了。

莫娜在国外念书时，她的男性室友姓温。温本来一个人住在一套大房子里，可纽约是一个热闹地让人感到时时寂寞的城市，为了打发时间，也为了方便和其他留学生鬼混在一起，温就搬进了这个留学生聚集的街区，偶然的成为了莫娜的室友。很久之后成为莫娜老公的温告诉莫娜，世间哪有那么多纯粹的偶然，必然性总是寓于偶然性之间嘛。当年他选择室友莫娜哪里是漫不经心，他参观莫娜的房子，除了注意到莫娜公寓的整齐温馨，还有心地留意到莫娜公寓桌上胶带的末端都被折成了三角形，温由此断定莫娜一定是一个不会给自己惹麻烦的室友。人人说会说公子哥温花钱大方稀里糊涂，岂不知公子哥温那一双半闭半睁怎么也揉不醒的马虎双眼早把一切不动声色地明察秋毫了。

你看，最聪明的人其实是那种让任何人都觉得自己会比他聪明然后对他失去提防的人。

温经常安慰因为教授给分不慷慨而把眼睛哭肿成一条缝的莫娜。噢，可怜的莫娜，分数只有傻子才在乎呢，只要能顺利混毕业就OK啦，这个世界不是优等生的，你要明白这一点就不会难过啦。莫娜依旧哭哭啼啼着：我—我—我，当然在乎成绩了，我没有你那么能干的爸…我留学的学费都是父母省吃俭用攒来的，我没有漂亮的资本脑子也不好使，即使回国也找不下好工作…

那一刻，温脸上惯有的不正经突然消失了，尽管他的表情依旧垮着想让人把它揉碎，可他的承诺却半真半假着：别发愁了，莫娜，在我眼里你是聪明的。那种人类愚蠢的工作你最好不要干，回国后我聘请你当高薪管家，你看，你做好吃的总会叫我一起享用，做清洁也会帮我洗掉脏衣服…

温周围不乏性感火辣热爱歌剧会跳芭蕾的上流姑娘，可从小被父亲拧着耳朵学习钢琴练习书法的温憎恨一切高雅，他对待高雅永远玩世不恭，这世间徒有其表的还少他温一个么？

莫娜努力地看着温，想从此刻半认真的温那里找到熟悉的那个不正经的温。

除了偶尔的感情慰藉，温在其它方面也算是个合格的室友：他却总记得把冰箱填满，尽管他很少享受莫娜的厨艺；他交房租水电费时一如既往地大方，尽管他一个月中大多数日子你都不知道他人在哪里。

温家里后来还是出事了，他的父亲进去了，财产被全部冻结。温的食客朋友还有风情小妞们的手机一夜之间要么信号不好要么都设置为留言状态，温焦头烂额地在纽约和北京之间往返。有天夜里三点当他回到纽约的公寓时，看到桌上莫娜的留言以及不少的美元。莫娜留言说，希望他保重身体，不要太劳累了，有些事情过去了就好了，他的父亲会化险为夷的。这些钱是温的房租水电费，温平日里填充冰箱的高档食物费用都超过房租了，希望这些不多的钱可以解决燃眉之急。

不喜欢做决定的温就在娼妓容光焕发，酒鬼吆三喝四，下水道气息泛滥的纽约深夜里做了一个充满雄性荷尔蒙的决定。

温渐渐地不飞北京了，尽管他的成绩还是一如既往的烂透了，但他的迟到逃课不再是家常便饭了，泡夜店也被陪莫娜泡图书馆所代替，温难得的从旖旎又麻醉的日子里呈现出清醒干燥的状态来。毕业的时候，温向莫娜求了婚。

其他人嘲笑莫娜，有钱的温瞅都不瞅莫娜，落难的凤凰倒是成全了不起眼的莫娜，莫娜笑笑，温比韩国偶像剧明星还帅气，温的气味嗅起来永远如青草地般清新，不落难当然轮不到我莫娜了。

后来，回国后的温，慢慢再次高调起来，百足之虫死而不僵嘛，温利用父亲旧部下的关系做生意做得风生水起。再后来，温的父亲据说答应了不牵扯出其他人，于是这些其他人在风声过后努了把力，把温家的财产解冻了。莫娜又笑笑，谁说是落难的凤凰呢，不过是淋了场大雨，雨过初霁，凤凰抖抖毛，依然威武神气着呢。

莫娜放下手中毫不惊艳却价格不菲的茶杯：W，我其实高中时特别羡慕你，你成绩好模样好人缘也好，我那时的理想就是以后要像W你一样优秀呢，这样才能找到优秀的男朋友。

W一阵窘迫：我还没有男朋友呢。

你这么聪明一定会找到的。

就是因为聪明才找不到。

一定要找一个对自己好的。

那莫娜，你现在幸福么？

温对我还是很好的，尽管他身边又聚集了各色美女，她们看我的眼神都充满了挑衅，大概觉得我配不上温。温现在做生意是场面上的人，免不了对那些女人说俏皮话，可温的些俏皮话在我这里全省了。我刚和温刚结婚时，才发现他脖子里的其实一直挂着一颗哨子。温有一个普通的不受他父亲待见的母亲，在他六岁时，强壮欢颜的母亲就得癌症去世了，他父亲忙工作顾不上他，缺乏安全感的他就买了一颗哨子系在脖子上，倘若发生地震等灾难，温望能通过大声吹哨让别人来救他。

W那一刻突然觉得露易丝是对的，这世间万物的运行法则归根到底还是辩证法：在不平衡中寻觅平衡，在不般配中制造般配。

从莫娜家出来时，已经是下午了，这个城市的冬天永远是铅灰色的。

五

W小姐从莫娜家回来之后，似乎开始觉醒了。

W小姐的觉醒是不自觉的，好像日子就这样一天天的，两三年也就这么过去了。殊不知，这剩女之路也是暗藏着峰回路转的玄机。

有那么一天，W小姐终于谈了恋爱。男朋友是她实验室的师兄。在W曾经对未来男友的无数次幻想，精心勾勒的种种细节，细致描摹的点滴特质中，师兄的影子是绝对与此绝缘的。当然，无数次的失望才能孕育出无数次的惊喜，W的师兄没有儒雅的外表，却有宽厚的肩膀；师兄没有高雅的爱好，却愿意陪同W欣赏他一辈子也听不出个所以然的音乐剧；师兄没有绅士般的斯文举止，待W却充满温柔怜惜；师兄没有可供高谈阔论的才华，却会熬夜帮助赶实验的W完成数据结果…

当W小姐曾经构想过的种种形象全部破碎后，然后重新拼凑成，她面前的男朋友。打破——重建，理想与现实不一致，正是这不一致让W进入一个从未见过的新奇世界。

说到底，人类的爱情没有小说传奇里那么情深如许，更多地恰恰是不那么传奇的“浮屠不三宿桑下，不欲久生恩爱”。

事后，W小姐自己也在回想，当初怎么就突然答应了曾被她拒绝过又迎难而上再次追求她的师兄？莫非是露易丝刘与S那场关于哲学的理论与现实之争使她明白理想男友和现实男友的差异？莫非是遭遇0.007滑铁卢后意识到自己的自负是多么地滑稽？莫非是贾莫娜的那场不般配的般配？

W小姐自己也说不清，反正就在那个点上，一连串不相关的事情串联了起来，稀里糊涂地使W小姐完成了剩女的自我救赎。

脱光后的W有一堆事情要忙，忙着约会忙着见父母忙着订婚忙着结婚，忙到忘记还有剩女非空集合的存在了。只有偶尔和露易丝刘通个电话她才能知晓大家的近况：

路易斯刘继续花团锦簇颠倒众生着，并在电话那头嘱咐良家妇女W赶快嫁吧，男人是灯笼——三十才亮，女人是圣诞树，过完二十五就没人要了。但你若问露易丝她今后有什么打算，露易丝笑着说她正在寻觅下一个默多克呢，最好比默多克还老，她前脚进门，后脚就能成为阔寡妇。

倒是S的新闻让人大吃一惊，如芙蓉般圣洁的S居然让哲学院的海教授搞出婚外恋加师生恋，据说海教授的老婆大闹哲学院，当众狠狠羞辱了S，S的清纯扫地。W乍一听觉得不可思议，细细一想倒在情理之中。

那其他剩女呢，依旧没什么新闻，没新闻就是最好的新闻。

Six

转眼，W小姐从师妹熬成了师姐。

新生入学时，实验室来了个颇似之前W的师妹M。

偶然一次，W听到了M在讲电话：“我都觉得自己很老了，老的对一切事物都提不起兴趣，我不喜欢和实验室的师姐们聊天，我师姐W要结婚了，她们在一起张口闭口装修地板家俱一地鸡毛蒜皮…

W听了，意味深长地笑了笑，走开了。

终点就是起点。

Sources :

source: Douban, 07 November 2012
source: Image source: Xinhuanet