Yang Rui and Xiao Baiya visited Peking University together, continued to visit Tsinghua University, and returned in the evening.

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

The freshmen were so excited that they couldn't sleep when they entered the school. It was still hot in September, and many people sat in the yard of the dormitory building, including those who played cards, those who sang, those who chatted, and those who recited poetry and played guitar.

There are also people coming and going, visiting each other, chasing debates, stealing hot water, and recognizing fellow villagers.

This is the most free era, for China and for Peking University.

There is no disturbance to the dormitory management and no lights out policy.

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

Yang Rui re-examined the school, the dormitory building, and these people as if he was examining history.

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

He is just a false one. Compared with those mysterious combinations of words, he is more concerned with mysterious combinations of elements.

If an equation is as beautiful as a poem, Yang Rui would feel excited, but if a poem is so beautiful, Yang Rui would only smile. At this point, Yang Rui was like a boy who was overmasturbating. He yearned for beauty, but perhaps not the beauty in the usual sense.

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

The last time he went to college was more than ten years ago. Now he did it again. Although he felt it was fresh, he was much older than a real young man.

After chatting with the roommate who was still a little unfamiliar, Yang Rui lay on his back on the bed, closing his eyes to review his advanced mathematics.

It was a bit boring, but it could hit his excitement.

The process of thinking about the question is repetitive, dry and mechanical, but when the result of thinking bursts out, the pleasure will be strong, moist and endless aftertaste, which will support him to think about the next question.

The room was lighted on, Mao Qiming and Cai Guinong went on a stroll. Dong Zhicheng ate his big steamed buns and literary masterpieces on the upper bunk as usual. Qiu Xia introduced Beijing with great interest to Hou Bing, saying: "The alleys are different from the courtyard. Cai Guinong and I were from the alleys, and they were children from ordinary families. They lived in the alleys. Parents either worked as workers in factories or sold things in stores. However, there are also some specialties in all the alleys now, and they are all young people, who can't find jobs and have no place to go. When you go out, you have to pay attention to what you see."

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

"You can't say it's messy, it's just that there are many gangsters. If you don't get into school, you're staying at home now. If you can't find a way out, you can only wander around the streets, grab a hat, grab a shoe, or something."

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

"They robbed military caps, or something, but you didn't."

"That's not OK." Hou Bing cared about this very much: "Why is this the case in Beijing?"

"I can't find a job, I only have one way to study, which is too simple. In addition, when factories recruit workers, they recruit their own children and a system of children. Hasn't this become hereditary? I think this system must be changed." Qiu Xia talked about politics again.

Not only Qiu Xia likes politics, but nowadays students like to talk about politics. Talk about politics, ideals and struggles is the main chat content for college students in the 1980s. In China in the 1980s, students no longer need to go hungry, and they will not think about how to make food all day long like students in the 1970s. In the 1980s, the school was also a system model of distribution, so students did not need to talk about employment like in the 1990s.

The reform and opening up in the 1980s gave the soil for institutional innovation, and the students were the most sensitive groups. With Qiu Xia starting, Dong Zhicheng put down his famous works and started chatting with him.

After the discussion was intense, 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, and Qiu Xia asked, "Do you have a recorder? What should I do?"

"Look at what I borrowed?" Mao Qiming took out a half-armed radio from behind and smiled, "I just asked for what I wanted with the people from the drama club. I will pay it back tomorrow. Let's listen first today."

Dong Zhizhen jumped off the upper bunk, helped Mao Qiming plug the radio, then installed the tape, and the soft and beautiful voice immediately rang.

We stopped talking about politics, but instead discussed music, literature and poetry.

After a while, 203 people from other dormitories also poured in, and a tape was tossed and tossed and turned.

The music is louder, and the excited students are louder, but it is difficult for Yang Rui to integrate into this fanatical atmosphere. When he knows what the future will be and when he knows how powerful the inertia of politics is, it is difficult for him to have the urge to devote himself to politics.

In fact, as a scientific research home, Yang Rui's nature is relatively calm. Considering that tomorrow is the difficult day of military training, Yang Rui quietly stuffed his headphones and curled up and fell asleep.

Mao Qiming noticed Yang Rui's movements and stared at his headphones curiously for a long time. He also observed his walkman while on the upper bunk before going to bed.

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

"Everyone got up, get up! Military training has begun! We are all smarter."

No matter whether they woke up or not, they were all shouted by the counselor and military training instructor. Dong Zhicheng was so vague that he didn't want to get out of bed, so he was pulled down by the instructor and washed his face: "What are you thinking? You're gathering below, don't want to wear clothes, right? If you don't wear clothes, you'll gathering below naked."

"Damn it." Dong Zhicheng obviously didn't wake up, cursed himself and started wearing clothes.

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

The instructor hesitated for a moment and left cursingly.

Mao Qiming touched Dong Zhicheng and said, "Be careful to cause trouble. It will be troublesome if you offend the instructor."

Dong Zhicheng laughed indifferently, then went to the cabinet to flip through the military uniforms that were sent for the morning delivery, put them on his forehead, and then ran downstairs.

The freshmen spent half an hour concentrated on the playground, followed by endless lectures and rituals.

I stayed up late yesterday, but I was so tired this morning. I didn’t stayed up late yesterday.

When I started to queue in the afternoon, I really wanted to die and started to be exhausted.

Yang Rui has a good foundation and is training every day, so he can persist. Others stand in military postures to play in a short time, while he stands in military postures to review advanced mathematics. After half an hour, he not only doesn’t feel bored, but he is also in a good mood, but his legs and feet are a little sore and swollen.

When he was resting, Dong Zhicheng looked at Yang Rui enviously and said, "I didn't see that you, the top scholar, are in such good health."

"If you didn't stay up late yesterday, you would be able to withstand it today." Yang Rui curled his lips.

"Yes, you said there is still half a day, how can you endure it?" Dong Zhicheng looked worried.

"I just want to have something happy." Lao Cai introduced his experience.

"Think with your eyes closed?"

"Open, the instructor can make you close your eyes. I'll tell you, just look at the road ahead. How interesting are so many senior sisters coming and going." Old Cai touched his chin and said, "There are also girls carrying thermos, groups of them, and it looks very interesting. If you look at it for a while, you won't feel tired."

"I just saw it, it was a bit strange. You said, the road ahead is quite far from the boiler room, why are so many girls carrying water through us?" Mao Qiming also joined in and found a loophole.

"There are only girls and no boys who carry the thermos." Hou Bing silently gave a new answer.

All the people were said to look at the road ahead. As expected, only the girl carrying a thermos bottle passed by, and no boy passed by.

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

"Anyway, you shouldn't take this path when you fetch water." Mao Qiming shook his head.

"The rest time is up, we have gathered, we have gathered!" the instructor shouted, interrupting everyone's discussion.

On the other side of the training ground, the seniors who visited the military training were still in a constant stream. The sunshine, sweat and military uniforms filled the training ground with curious hormones.

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

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Chapter completed!