Chapter 415

It's not like the great publicity when he returned home. When he returned to Beijing, Yang Rui kept a low profile as much as possible.

As usual, my father just sent them out, and my mother packed a bag of food and washed clothes.

Cousin Duan Hang drives a jeep and takes Yang Rui all the way to Nanhu railway station. Then he calls his second aunt song Yan and helps him settle down before he leaves with a smile.

Yang Rui waited in the soft seat waiting room for 30 minutes before meeting Cao Baoming and he Cheng. Others went to school sooner or later. Some of them had already started school, while others couldn't stay at home.

Cao Baoming and he Cheng would have gone back if they hadn't waited for Yang Rui.

When he got on the train, Cao Baoming looked comfortable and said, "I finally came out from home. I didn't feel so uncomfortable staying at home before."

He Cheng was busy putting his luggage. He glared at him and said, "son doesn't think mother is ugly, dog doesn't think family is poor."

"I don't think my family is poor either. I'm in college now. After two years of graduation, I'll take all my family out, work hard and share a big house... Bah, you're the dog." Cao Baoming retorts, suddenly feels wrong.

Yang Rui's luggage was simple. He put it on the carriage and lay down. He also felt relaxed. He said with a smile, "Lao Cao means it's inconvenient at home. Don't enlarge it."

"That is to say, I don't even have a light at home. I go to bed at 7 p.m. and I have to feel dark when I pee. I don't think it's too hard in the countryside. It can't be compared with the city, and it can't be compared with Beijing. " Cao Baoming is full of emotion.

He Cheng nodded and said, "when you lie in a soft berth, others have to stand. How do you say that? Otherwise, you'd better give up your seat. "

Cao Baoming laughs and digs off the topic and says, "ah, so many people, where can I let them come? Don't say, Li Xuegong's Railway College is really good. If he goes back to Nanhu in the future, he will get a big house in a few years."

The light in the soft seat car was half bright and half dark. When the curtain was opened, the light from the station came through.

Platform is always full of people, carrying bags of people, desperate to squeeze into the car.

At this time, people's luggage, on average, is more than twice as much as 30 years later, and fewer people use luggage carriers. Most people have to carry dozens of Jin bags or boxes, which makes the carriage not only crowded, but even with too much luggage, people have no place to stay.

Fortunately, people who bought tickets scrambled to get on the bus to find a good place for their luggage. There is no doubt that the luggage rack above my seat is the best, convenient and safe. But if I don't get on the top 100 seats, I have no chance to put my luggage on the luggage rack. Even if I want to put my luggage under my seat, I have to run faster than most people.

However, those passengers who have not bought the reserved carriage just rush to get on for peace of mind, or squat in a convenient place.

In the 1980s, it was lucky to squat all the way on the train. As for the scalper ticket that can buy seats for money, or the high-speed rail train that can arrive at the station in a few hours, it is only a legendary product that ordinary people can't touch. One is to criticize in literary works to prove the superiority of socialism, and the other is to popularize science in Science fiction to prove the superiority of socialism.

Although there are only four beds in the soft berth box, he Cheng is still forced to put his luggage away before he can relax. He turns to continue the previous topic and asks: "Lao Cao, when you were a sophomore in your village, you were electrified. You are not willing to use it."

Cao Baoming did not have the good spirit way: "two wool 81 degree electricity, you are willing to use?"

"We're not that expensive."

80 In the s, rural electricity was more expensive than urban electricity. In this way, the village had to pay a part of its own money to pull electricity. If it could not pay 800 yuan, the power supply bureau would delay pulling electricity. In remote villages, more money would have to be paid.

Twenty eight cents per kilowatt hour is a little less than 30 years later. Considering the income difference of 100 times, the cost of electricity consumption is also 100 times lower.

Cao Baoming was disgusted with this. He broke his finger and said, "the electric light at home is 100W, and the 60W one doesn't work at all. My father can't afford to lose that man. It's about losing money when you use it. Three cents an hour. No one is willing to turn on the light if they don't come to visit. Starting from the eighth day of junior high school, everyone has been looking for the day. You can't let other people's homes boil the light and oil for you, do you think? "

"Three cents is really expensive." He Cheng tut twice. You can buy a pack of cheap cigarettes for three cents.

Cao Baoming also said: "my mother made a small table lamp, let me read at night, I read all day, think about it, it's not that I can't watch in the daytime, what's the waste of that money for. So I'm sleepy as soon as it gets dark and wake up as soon as it gets light these days. I'm more punctual than a crowing chicken. "All three laughed.

He Cheng also said: "we are almost the same there. Several families bought televisions and washing machines, and they were reluctant to use them. They all covered them with cloth. They usually wash clothes by themselves, just like everyone else. The washing machines are idle and used as furniture."

"I'm also afraid of wasting electricity."

"Washing powder is also expensive. How can it be regarded as a waste?"

"It's better to live in Beijing. The lights in the dormitories can be used as many times as you want. Although the canteens sell big pot dishes, there are many varieties of dishes. All the fresh dishes from all over the country have been transported here. In Hedong Province, except for the new fresh dishes saved during the Spring Festival, we usually only have radish and cabbage, Potatoes, sweet potatoes... "

After complaining to each other for a while, the train started.

Another passenger in the carriage didn't get on the bus until the evening, but he was a middle-aged cadre in his 40s. He had nothing in common with Yang Rui and others.

All night long.

"All contemporary writers." Yang Rui replied casually.

Excited, Dong Zhicheng sat up in the upper bunk and asked, "does ruige'er like contemporary writers? I think that contemporary writers write well, either because the former writers did not write well, or because they feel a little strange, such as Lu Xun and Mao Dun... "

"I don't read much fiction." Yang Rui quickly interrupts him, this topic talks, but the spring rain is endless.

Dong Zhicheng disappointed "Oh", and said: "always read some, right? Whose novel do you like best?"

Yang Rui turned his head around and hesitated: "I've seen Lu Xun and Mo Yan."

The reason why I have seen Lu Xun is in the textbook. The reason why I have seen Mo Yan is that he has won the Nobel Prize. It's not easy for the University experimental dog to see this degree. No matter how much I see, I'm afraid it will degenerate into a Wenqing dog.

As a physics student, Dong Zhicheng's theory reading is not so good, but Wen Qing's illness is serious. He sighed and said, "brother Rui, it's not like I said that you are good at reading books, but you should read literary works well. People don't all say that university is a good place to cultivate sentiment. How can you cultivate sentiment without reading... The writers you choose are also interesting, Lu Xun won't talk about it. You should make a reading plan when you get to Mo Yan. "

80 Wenqing was in a period of severe infection in the 1970s. When Wenqing came here 30 years later, he could put up a brand of impetuosity.

Yang Rui is also slightly affected by the atmosphere of the University. He can't help thinking: in the past, he was busy doing experiments. Now, should he really stop to read some books that cultivate his sentiment.

Thinking of this, Yang Rui raised his head and said, "you can recommend some books to me."

"No problem. I'll make a list for you to refer to." Dong Zhicheng said, patting his rugged head again, and said, "I forgot to say that there was a letter for you. Mao Qiming took it back for you and put it in your drawer."

"Oh, thank you." Yang Rui opened the drawer and took out the envelope on the top.

The sender is "international medical trade".

Yang Rui frowns slightly, tears open to see, but it is an invitation letter:

Dear Mr. Yang Rui

In order to further promote international cooperation, promote the development of global medical and biological fields, and exchange their research results, our company decided to undertake the eighth annual conference

International Conference on Medical Bioengineering. The conference will provide a world-class information exchange platform for experts, professors, scholars and engineers from universities, scientific research institutes, enterprises and institutions at home and abroad to discuss the problems and trends in related fields.

The conference will be held in Beijing on April 12. In view of your research and achievements in related fields, the Organizing Committee of the conference specially invites you to exchange and discuss. If you have a topic of your speech, please mail us your topic and detailed abstract before April 1. If there is no topic and detailed abstract, it will be difficult for us to arrange a meeting to speak. Please understand.

In addition, we have arranged Xiangshan Hotel for reception, accommodation and Conference

The last signature is China Pharmaceutical Foreign Trade Corporation.

Yang Rui blinked and looked again. He couldn't believe that Guoyi foreign trade was so kind.

The International Conference on Medical Bioengineering is a serious international academic exchange meeting, belonging to a high-level category.

In the early 1980s, Beijing's three-day conference, two-day three-hour conference, busy hotels were not available, so that Beijing hotels had to make extra beds and sleep in the corridors, like a top three hospital. But if we count them one by one, we can call them high-level conferences. There are actually not many. If we divide them into separate fields, we can have more than one conference a year.

Thirty years later, the world's top scholars will attend the conference. Today, they will run in the United States, and tomorrow, they will come to Turkey. They have no time to travel. If they don't give awards to the international conferences held in China, or even give awards to heavyweights, or even don't bother to attend, they will send their disciples to attend.Yang Rui's master's tutor was of average level. He was qualified to attend an international conference held in Guilin

However, in 1984, there were too few scholars who were qualified to go abroad. We all focused on the international conferences held at home. At this time, these things can be regarded as qualifications.

Since it is an international conference, it is necessary to invite international scholars to attend. The position is already in short supply. Domestic scholars have to queue up to eat fruits according to their seniority. This time you go up, next time I come

Although Yang Rui heard that the "International Medical Bioengineering conference" was contracted by a central enterprise, he didn't take it to heart, He never thought that it was the foreign trade of national medicine that was responsible for the conference. Moreover, far from being harmonious, he was given a quota.

Just a few days of free food, drink and sleep in Xiangshan Hotel has been a rare welfare in the 1980s.

Yang Rui picked up the letter and read it again. He was sure that it was not a prank. No matter what the foreign trade of Chinese medicine was for, his eyes fell on the middle again and read it silently: if you have a topic of your speech, please mail us your topic and detailed abstract before April 1.

"It seems there's still time." Yang Rui pinched his chin and thought thoughtfully.

"Look at this list I've written. If you have any ideas, I'll change it." Dong Zhicheng confidently wrote the book list, rarely landing on his feet, and handed it to Yang Rui in person.

Yang Rui took a look and saw a dozen titles, some domestic and some foreign.

With so many books, it must be too late. In the cultivation of sentiment and experimental research, Yang Rui quickly made a trade-off.

He folded the list and put it in his pocket. He said with a smile, "I'll start to read it as soon as I have time. I'll talk to you after reading it."

"Good, good." Dong Zhicheng was very excited and said, "you don't have to watch it. You can talk to me at any time."

Yang Rui patted Dong Zhicheng on the shoulder and nodded heavily. Everything was silent.

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