Peking University's library is open to teachers and graduate students, of course, its own teachers and graduate students.

For the students of later generations who are accustomed to the Internet and the open library, every time they go to the library, it is equivalent to going to the library, in fact, it is better than the library, because the books in the library are densely arranged, and the spacing of the bookcases often only allows one person to pass through the guò, and some have to climb the ladder to get it, the room is dim and smelly, while the open library takes into account the convenience of reading on the spot, and the room is often bright and comfortable, with suitable tables and chairs and spacious space.

But in 1984, the open library was only a paragraph in a periodical, and at most it was only a picture in a magazine that discussed foreign moons, which was enviable.

At this time, entering the library is enough to be proud of one thing.

If you look through the memoirs of later generations, there are always one or two out of ten graduate students at Peking University, and they will take out the past events when graduate students were able to enter the library to show the difference between themselves and undergraduates.

Similarly, for Yang Rui, who is accustomed to the open library, he would rather have a treat at the Beijing Hotel, become a great librarian and take on obligations, and also hope to enter the library.

Entering the stacks is 20,000 times easier than looking at cards in the index room.

You can imagine reading a book in the index room, first find the index card you want from the vast index, then fill out the borrowing list, hand it to the acquirer, wait for the acquirer to collect xx sheets, and then transfer it to the stack, then wait for the stack to find the book, send the book over, and then get the book back - if you're lucky, this process will take 20 minutes, and then open the book and look at it, yes!

If it weren't for the guy who could read any book leisurely, by this time, he would have already begun to want to die.

Repeat the process above and wait another 20 minutes for good luck or 40 minutes for bad luck to get the second book. Open it again, what! It's not the one I want?

Is it okay to die? Is it okay?

Is there a chance, can you repeat it again? Just kidding, if you can only borrow two books per person, please return the books first.

In this way, if you do not want to die, even if you don't want to die, you should be tired and half dead.

The stacks themselves are not designed to be reading rooms, so the privilege of being able to enter the stacks is very rare, and at the same time, there are often only two or three people in the stacks, which is actually a more comfortable carrying capacity of the stacks.

Yang Rui never imagined that he would meet Li Xin here, and he even hung a sign of "lax management" in the library.

"I'm the caretaker of the library, so of course I can get into it. Yang Rui defended his position as a student, and then asked, "How can you enter the library?"

"I don't need to sue you. Li Xin's expression changed, and he glanced up at Yang Rui with some disdain. He has been in his thirties after completing his doctorate, and he has an advantage over Yang Rui psychologically.

"I'm the caretaker of the library. Yang Rui smiled slightly, looked down at Li Xin, and said: "Managing the library is my business." ”

The height difference between the two made Li Xin a little uncomfortable, and he turned his mind and said, "It's your job to organize the library." ”

Yang Rui's momentum suddenly stagnated. He is a student volunteer, although he corrupted the great librarian with sugar-coated shells, so he only enjoys rights and does not bear obligations, but student volunteers are student volunteers after all, and his duty is really to organize the library.

"It seems that Dr. Li used to use the library a lot, but you are a doctoral student at Donghua University, so you can't enter the library of Peking University. Yang Rui gasped, and he brought the words over.

The corners of Li Xin's eyes twitched, and he said, "You don't have to talk to me, if you can't get it, we can really be classmates." ”

"What do you mean?"

Li Xin didn't answer, but said, "Okay, you can tidy up the library well, let me go first." ”

The two met in a narrow way, and they both blocked each other's way.

Yang Rui hesitated for a moment, but still gave up the place, he had to pay attention to a little gentlemanly demeanor.

Li Xin and Yang Rui passed by, looked back and smiled strangely, and went to the front to find a book.

Yang Rui thought about it from his memory and guessed that he was looking for something in the chemistry category.

Li Xin graduated from East China Institute of Textile Technology, and most of his studies were in light industry, and it was normal to look for information in chemistry.

Yang Rui secretly thought that if he joined the China Silk Corporation as a newcomer, it is estimated that he would also use a paper to open up the situation, which is the best way to distinguish himself from other new employees. Not every college student has the ability and level to write a thesis after graduation, regardless of whether the leader is old or not, whether he can understand the meaning of a doctoral student, and what can a thesis at least say......

In an instant, Yang Rui suddenly remembered that Li Xin didn't seem to be a doctoral student!

Yang Rui stood in front of the bookcase, recalled the scene again, and suddenly understood why Li Xin's attitude was so strange.

Because he himself remembered it wrong.

Li Xin is a master's degree graduate of East China Institute of Textile Technology, not a doctoral student, but just preparing to take the on-the-job doctorate.

And Yang Rui opened his mouth and called him "Dr. Li", for fear that he would offend people on the spot.

"If you are offended, you will be offended, but this is probably a doctoral student who is going to be admitted to Peking University?" Yang Rui thought of what Li Xin said, there was no need to squeeze on words, and if the two of them were classmates, he couldn't help frowning.

The most troublesome thing is that the glass heart is high-quality.

The favorite story of the ancient people is the story of a group of glass-hearted high-achieving students.

After a while, Li Xin also disappeared from his sight.

Yang Rui shook his head, but he quickly forgot about it.

After finding a few books he wanted, Yang Rui went out to register with the administrator, preparing to take them to the journal reading room to read.

The administrator has a special notebook to record the books that are borrowed abnormally, so that no one will return them.

Yang Rui signed after he took the record, nodded and left.

didn't go far, and someone behind him shouted "Yang Rui, Yang Rui".

Li ...... Xin?" Yang Rui frowned again as he watched him come down the stairs.

"Yang Rui, come over and arrange some tasks for you. Li Xin stood beside a teacher of similar age, glanced at Yang Rui, and beckoned.

Yang Rui walked over suspiciously.

"It's been a long time since the old library has been cleaned, you're a freshman, aren't you?, come and clean the library, all the books have to be moved, moved, wiped down the shelves, dusted off the books, put them back in, and try to ......finish them within a week," the other party said, taking out the key with the red string tied to it, and opening a double door in front of him.

Inside the door, there are about two classrooms-sized places, full of bookshelves, between which almost only one person can pass on his side, and there are more than 10,000 books piled up to the top.

There are so many books, take them all down and put them back, and you know what a huge project it is.

Yang Rui's face changed slightly: "Why did you let me do this?"

"Every year when a new student comes in, you and the other students have to clean and organize the books. The man behind Li Xin laughed and threw the key to Yang Rui.

Li Xin coughed and said with a hint of showing off: "This is Teacher Meng Liangmeng, and the students who work in the library are all under his control." ”

"Do you know who?" Yang Rui shook his hand with the red rope key tied to his hand and asked, "Is it necessary?"

In his heart, Yang Rui sighed secretly: It was really a glass heart.

Li Xin smiled and said, "It's just a gesture." ”

The implication is that he just casually pits Yang Rui, and probably retaliates against the title of "Dr. Li" at will, as for whether there is a factor of Jing Yulan, I am afraid that Li Xin himself can't say clearly.

On the other hand, Li Xin feels that he can also prove his connections and connections, don't look at Yang Rui is a Peking University student, I am from East China Institute of Textile Technology, but our graduate students are better than your undergraduate students.

It's just that if he makes a pit, he may waste Yang Rui's time for a week.

Meng Liang coughed and said, "Don't say so much, Yang Rui, you clean the library with quality and quantity, and complete it on time, after you finish it, I will inform your homeroom teacher that the end of the semester will be counted in the moral education labor, so let's start now." ”

Yang Rui was dumbfounded. He didn't know that he still had a class teacher, or that the school still had moral education.

Looking at the big and dirty library, Yang Rui with a depressed face, Li Xin almost burst into laughter, and the gloom of the past few days seemed to have dissipated a lot. And on the surface, he still looks calm and elegant.

Clang!

A string of keys tied to a red string unexpectedly fell to the ground.

Meng Liang, who had turned around, turned around, only to see the trembling red rope and Yang Rui's back.

"What a system!" Meng Liangqi's nose hair blew up.

Li Xin was used to seeing the good children in the school, but he didn't expect Yang Rui to leave directly, thinking of his talented smile, he felt unhappy in his stomach.

"You can't just leave it at that. Yang Rui walked out of the door of the library, and he also felt happy, and countless thoughts rushed to his head.

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