Chapter 270

Yang Rui and Xiao Bai Ya went to Peking University together, then went to Tsinghua University again, and returned in the evening.

Xiaobaiya happily went back to the dormitory. When Yang Rui returned to the dormitory building of Peking University, he saw full of lights and boiling voices.

Freshmen are too excited to sleep when they enter the school. It's still hot in September. Many people are sitting in the yard of the dormitory building, playing cards, singing, chatting, reciting poems and playing guitar.

In the corridor, people come and go, visiting, chasing debates, stealing hot water, and recognizing villagers.

This is the most free time, for China, for Peking University.

There's no dormitories, no lights out policy.

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

Yang Rui re examined the school, the dormitory building and these people just like looking at the history.

1983 Xichuan was still in Peking University in 1949, but Yang Rui lacked interest in meeting celebrities.

He is just a fan of pseudo literature. He is more concerned about the combination of mysterious elements than the combination of mysterious 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 overworked. He yearns for beautiful women, but maybe not in the usual sense.

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

The last time he went to university was more than ten years ago. Now it's a new time. Although he feels fresh, he is much older than a real young man.

After chatting with his roommate who was still a little strange, Yang Rui lay on his back and closed his eyes to review advanced mathematics.

It's a bit boring, but it's going to get him excited.

The process of thinking about a topic is repetitive, dry and mechanical, but when the results of thinking burst out, the pleasure will be strong, moist and lingering, and then support him to think about the next topic.

When the light in the room is on, Mao Qiming and Cai Guinong go for a stroll. Dong Zhicheng, as usual, nibbles on his big steamed bread and literary classics in the upper bunk. Qiu xiarao, with interest, introduces Beijing to Hou Bing, saying: "hutong is different from courtyard. Cai GUI Nong and I both come from hutongs. They are children of ordinary families. They live in hutongs. Their parents either work in factories or sell things in shops. However, today's hutongs are also fastidious. They are all groups of young people. They can't find a job, they have no place to go, and they go out. When you see such things, you have to pay attention to them. "

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

"We can't say chaos, but there are many gangsters. If they don't go to school, they stay at home now. If they can't find a way out, they have to walk around on the street and grab a hat or a shoe. "

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

"What they robbed were caps or something, and you didn't have them."

"That won't do either." Hou Bing is very concerned about this: "how is Beijing like this?"

"If you can't find a job, you have to study. It's too simple. In addition, factories now recruit their own children, and recruit children from a system. Isn't that hereditary? I think the system must be changed. " Qiu Xia turned to politics.

Not only Qiu Xia likes politics, but now students like to talk about politics. Talking about politics, ideals and struggle is the main chat content of college students in the 1980s. In China in the 1980s, when the problem of eating was solved, the students did not need to be hungry, so they would not think about how to make food all the time, just like the students in the 1970s. In the 1980s, the school was a system mode of distribution, so students didn't have to talk about employment as they did in the 1990s.

80 The reform and opening-up in the s has given the soil for institutional innovation, and students are the most sensitive group. With Qiu Xia at the beginning, Dong Zhi put down his famous works and began to chat with them.

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

Several people shook their heads together. Qiu Xia asked, "do you have a tape recorder? What are you going to do? "

"Look what I borrowed?" Mao Qiming took out a half arm long radio from behind him and said with a smile, "I just asked for it with the people from the drama club. We will return it tomorrow. Let's listen to it today."

Dong Zhicheng immediately jumped down from the upper bunk, helped Mao Qiming plug in the radio, and then loaded the tape. The soft and beautiful voice immediately rang.Instead of politics, we talked about music, literature and poetry.

After a while, people from other dormitories swarmed into 203, and a tape was played over and over again.

The music is loud, and the excited students are even louder. However, Yang Rui is hard to integrate into this fanatical atmosphere. When he knows what the future will be like and how strong the political inertia is, he will hardly have the impulse to join in politics.

In fact, as a researcher, Yang Rui's nature is relatively gentle. Considering that tomorrow is the beginning day of military training, Yang Rui quietly put on his headphones and curled up to sleep.

Mao Qiming noticed Yang Rui's action. He stared at his earphone curiously for a long time. He also observed his walkman while he was in the upper bunk. Then he went to bed by himself.

203 It was two or three o'clock in the middle of the night when Dong Zhicheng was completely quiet. After a few hours' sleep, he heard a deafening whistle.

"Get up, get up! Military training started! Be smart. "

Don't care whether you wake up or not, you are all yelled by the counselors and military training instructors. Dong Zhicheng doesn't want to get out of bed, so he is pulled down by the instructor, spitting on Xingzi to wash his face: "what do you think? We all gather here, don't want to wear clothes, right? Without clothes, gather naked. "

"Damn it." Dong Zhicheng obviously didn't wake up, scolded his mother and began to dress.

The instructor, who was scolded, was stunned for a moment, and the sticks in his hand were all raised, and he was stopped by the counselor.

The drillmaster hesitated for a moment and left cursing.

Mao Qiming bumped into Dong Zhicheng and said, "be careful to cause trouble. If you offend the instructor, you can be in trouble."

Dong Zhicheng doesn't care about it. He laughs twice. Then he goes to the cupboard to search for his early military uniform, covers his forehead and runs downstairs.

It took the freshmen half an hour to concentrate on the playground, followed by endless lectures and rituals.

Those who stayed up late yesterday were tired this morning. Those who didn't stay up late yesterday were also tired.

When we started to stand in the queue in the afternoon, we really wanted to die, and we were very tired.

Yang Rui has a good foundation and exercises every day, but he can stick to it. Other people's standing posture is empty and distracted, while his standing posture is reviewing advanced mathematics. After half an hour, he is not only not bored, but also in a refreshing mood, just a little sour.

When he had a rest, Dong Zhicheng looked at Yang Rui enviously and said, "I can't see that you are still in such good health."

"If you didn't stay up late yesterday, you could carry it today." Yang Rui turned his mouth.

"Yes, you say it's still half a day. How can you make it?" Dong Zhicheng looks worried.

"Just think about something happy." Lao Cai introduced his experience.

"Think 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. How interesting it is for so many schoolgirls to come and go." Lao Cai touched his chin and said, "there are also girls carrying hot water bottles, groups of them. It's funny to watch them. If you watch them for a while, you won't feel tired."

"I just saw it, but it's a bit strange. You said, the road ahead of us is quite far from the boiler room. Why do so many girls carry water in front of us?" Mao Qiming also joined in and found a loophole.

"There are only girls, not boys, carrying hot water bottles." Hou Bing silently gave a new answer.

Several people were told that they all looked at the road ahead. As expected, only girls with thermos bottles passed by, but no boys passed by.

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

"Anyway, it's not the right way to get water." Mao Qiming shook his head.

"It's time for a break. Gather, gather!" The instructor yelled and interrupted the discussion.

On the other side of the training ground, there is still an endless stream of students visiting the military training. Sunshine, sweat and military uniform make the training ground full of curious hormones.

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

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