Yang Rui and Xiao Baiya went to Peking University together, and made persistent efforts to visit Tsinghua University, and only returned in the evening.

Xiao Baiya happily went back to the dormitory, and Yang Rui returned to the dormitory building of Peking University, and what he saw was full of lights and boiling voices.

The new students are so excited that they can't sleep, and the day is still hot in September, and many people sit in the courtyard of the dormitory building, some play cards, some sing, some chat, and there are poetry recites and plays the guitar.

The corridor is also full of people coming and going, visiting the door, chasing debaters, stealing hot water, and recognizing fellow villagers.

This is the most liberal era, and this is true for China and Peking University.

There is no hostel to disturb and there is no lights-out policy.

It was Peking University in this era that gave birth to poets such as Haizi, Luo Yihe, Xichuan, and Gome, and in the past few years, Haizi has received guests from inside and outside the campus in such a chaotic way in such a dormitory building, and then burst out with amazing creativity.

Yang Rui re-examines this school, this dormitory building, and these people as if he were looking at history.

In 1983, Xichuan was still at Peking University, but Yang Rui lacked interest in meeting celebrities.

He's just a fan of pseudo-literature, and he cares more about the combination of subtle elements than those subtle combinations of words.

If an equation is as beautiful as a poem, Yang Rui will feel excited, but if a poem is so beautiful, Yang Rui will only smile. At this point, Yang Rui is like a teenager who is over-masturbating, he yearns for beauty, but maybe not a beauty in the usual sense.

Yang Rui stood downstairs in the dormitory and listened to the guitar playing and singing, and calmly went upstairs to the dormitory.

The last time he went to college was more than ten years ago, and now he is doing it again, although he feels fresh, but after all, he is much older than a real boy.

After chatting with his roommate, who was still a little stranger, after washing, Yang Rui lay on his back on the bed and closed his eyes to review the high math.

It's a bit boring, but it hits his excitement.

The process of thinking about the problem is repetitive, dry and mechanical, but when the result of thinking bursts out, the pleasure will be intense, moist and lingering, which will support him to think about the next topic.

The lights in the room were on, Mao Qiming and Cai Guinong walked around, Dong Zhicheng was nibbling on his big steamed buns and literary masterpieces on the top bunk as usual, and Qiu Xia introduced Beijing to Hou Bing with great interest, saying: "Hutongs are different from compounds. Cai Guinong and I both came from the hutongs, just children of ordinary people, living in the hutongs, and our parents either worked as workers in factories or sold things in stores. However, the current hutongs are also exquisite, they are all groups of young people, groups of young people, they can't find jobs, they don't have a place to go, and when they go out, you have to pay attention to it when you see this. ”

"Beijing is so chaotic?" Hou Bing was tall and thin, but he was timid.

"You can't say it's chaotic, it's just that there are a lot of gangsters. If you are the same age as us, if you don't go to school, and now you are staying at home, people can't find a way out, so they can only wander around the street, grab a hat, grab a shoe or something. ”

Hou Bing subconsciously touched his head and said, "It's not good to grab a hat, it's a lot of money to buy a hat." ”

"They robbed all the hats and stuff, and you didn't have them. ”

"That's not going to work. Hou Bing was very concerned about this: "Why is Beijing doing the same?"

"I can't find a job, I only have one way to study, it's too simple. In addition, the current factories recruit their own children and recruit the children of a system, and this has become hereditary? I think this system must be changed. Qiu Xia turned his mouth and talked about politics.

Not only does Qiu Xia like it, but now students like to talk about politics. Talking about politics and ideals and struggles was the main chat content of college students in the 80s. In China in the 80s, the problem of eating was solved, and students didn't have to go hungry, so they wouldn't be like students in the 70s, thinking about how to eat all day long. In the 80s, the school was a system model of package distribution, and students didn't have to talk about employment like they did in the 90s.

The reform and opening up in the 80s gave the soil for institutional innovation, and students were the most sensitive group. With Qiu Xia starting up, Dong Zhicheng put down the famous book and chatted along.

When the discussion reached a heated point, Mao Qiming came back from outside the building, took out a tape like a treasure, and said: "Teresa Teng's new song, have you heard it?"

Several people shook their heads in unison, and Qiu Xia asked, "Do you have a tape recorder?" ”

"See what I borrowed?" Mao Qiming took out a large radio half an arm's length from behind him, and said with a smile: "I just asked for it with the people in the drama club, and I will return it tomorrow, let's listen to it today." ”

Dong Zhicheng immediately jumped down from the top bunk, helped Mao Qiming plug in the radio, and then installed the tape, and the soft and beautiful voice immediately rang out.

Instead of discussing politics, they began to discuss music, literature, and poetry.

After a while, people from other dorms also poured into SCP-203, and a cassette tape was turned over and over again.

The sound of the music is loud, and the voices of the excited students are even louder, but it is difficult for Yang Rui to integrate into this fanatical atmosphere, when he knows what the future is like, when he knows how strong the inertia of politics is, it is difficult for him to have the urge to join politics anymore.

In fact, as a scientific research nerd, Yang Rui's nature is relatively gentle, and considering that tomorrow is the beginning of a difficult military training, Yang Rui quietly plugged in his headphones, curled up and fell asleep.

Mao Qiming noticed Yang Rui's movements, and stared at his headphones curiously for a long time, and took advantage of the upper bunk to observe his Walkman before going to sleep by himself.

The 203 dormitory was noisy until two or three o'clock in the middle of the night, and it was completely quiet, and Dong Zhicheng slept in a daze for a few hours before he heard a deafening whistle.

"They're all up, they're all up! Military training has begun! ”

Dong Zhicheng didn't want to get out of bed in a hazy way, so he was pulled down by the instructor and spit Xingzi washed his face: "What do you think, you are all gathered below, you don't want to wear clothes, do you? ”

". Dong Zhicheng obviously didn't wake up, scolded his mother, and began to get dressed.

The scolded instructor was stunned for a moment, raised the stick in his hand, and was stopped by the counselor.

The instructor hesitated for a moment and walked away scolding.

Mao Qiming touched Dong Zhicheng and said, "Be careful of causing trouble, if you offend the instructor, you can be in trouble." ”

Dong Zhicheng laughed indifferently, and then went to the cabinet to look through the military uniform that had been issued early, put his head on the door, and then ran downstairs.

The freshmen were gathered on the playground for half an hour, followed by endless lectures and ceremonies.

Those who stayed up late yesterday ******** this morning, and those who didn't stay up late yesterday were also tired enough.

When I started standing in line in the afternoon, I ******** really wanted to die, and I was tired enough to start ********.

Yang Rui's foundation is good enough, and he exercises every day, but he can persevere. Others stand in a military posture to relax and play distractedly, he stands in a military posture to review high mathematics, half an hour down, not only do not feel bored, but the mood is quite refreshing, but the legs and feet are a little sore.

When it was time to rest, Dong Zhicheng looked at Yang Rui with envy and said, "I didn't see it, you are still in such good health." ”

"If you hadn't stayed up late yesterday, you could have carried it today. Yang Rui pouted.

"Yes, you said that there is still half a day here, how can you stay up?" Dong Zhicheng looked worried.

"Just think of something happy. Lao Cai introduced the experience.

"Thinking with your eyes closed?"

"Keep it open, the instructor can make you close your eyes, I'll tell you, just look at the road ahead, so many seniors come and go, how interesting." Lao Cai touched his chin and said, "There are also girls carrying hot water bottles, groups of girls, looking strange and interesting, you look at it for a while, you won't feel tired." ”

"I just saw it, it's just a little strange, you say, the road in front of us is quite far from the boiler room, why are so many people and girls carrying water in front of us?" Mao Qiming also joined in, and found a loophole.

"There are only girls and no boys carrying hot water bottles. Hou Bing silently gave a new answer.

Several people were all looking at the road in front of them as they said, and sure enough, only girls with hot water bottles passed by, and no boys passed by.

"Is the girls' dormitory close to here?" Dong Zhicheng asked strangely.

"Anyway, you shouldn't go this way to fetch water. Mao Qiming shook his head.

"It's time to rest, assemble, assemble!" the instructor shouted, interrupting the crowd's discussion.

On the other side of the training ground, there is still an endless stream of seniors visiting the military training, and the sun, sweat and military uniforms make the training ground full of curious hormones.

Among them, the tall and handsome Yang Rui is also remembered by countless people.

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