Unlike the big fanfare when returning home, Yang Rui was as low-key and simple as possible when he returned to Beijing.

As usual, my father just sent it out, and as usual, my mother stuffed a bag of food and clean clothes.

My cousin Duan Hang drove a jeep and took Yang Rui all the way to Nanhu Railway Station. He called his second aunt Song Yan and helped him settle down. Then he left with a smile.

Yang Rui waited for 3 minutes in the soft mat waiting room before meeting Cao Baoming and He Cheng who were traveling with him. The others went to school sooner or later, some had already started school, while others could not stay at home.

If Cao Baoming and He Cheng hadn't been waiting for Yang Rui, they would have gone back long ago.

After getting on the train, Cao Baoming looked comfortable and said, "I finally came out of my home. Why didn't I feel so uncomfortable staying at home before?"

He Cheng was busy putting his luggage, glaring at him, and saying, "The son does not dislike his mother's ugly, and the dog does not dislike his family's poverty."

"I don't think my family is poor either. Now I'm in college. After two years of graduation, I'll take out all my family, work hard, and divide it into a big house... Bah, you're a dog." Cao Baoming retorted, suddenly feeling something was wrong.

Yang Rui's luggage was simple, he stuffed it into the carriage, and lay down, and felt relieved. He smiled and said, "Old Cao means that the home is inconvenient, don't expand it."

"That is to say, there is no light at home, I go to bed at 7 o'clock in the evening, and I have to go to the dark even if I pee. It's not that I said, the countryside is so hard. It cannot be compared with the city, and even more so with Beijing." Cao Baoming looked very moved.

He Cheng said with his mouth: "You are lying in a soft lie, and others are going to stand. What do you say? Otherwise, you can give up your position."

Cao Baoming laughed and changed the topic: "Hey, there are so many people, how can I let you come here? Don't say that Li Xuegong's Railway Academy is really good. If he is assigned to Nanhu in the future, he will probably be assigned to a big house in a few years."

The lights in the soft mat carriage are half-light and half-dark. When the curtain is opened, the light from the station is transmitted.

There are always a lot of people on the platform, carrying large and small bags, and trying their best to squeeze into the carriage.

At this time, people's luggage was more than twice as much as three years later. There were even fewer people using luggage entrusted. Most people had to carry dozens of kilograms of bags or boxes, which made it not only a large number of people in the carriage, but even the luggage was too much to make people have no place to stay.

Those who were lucky enough to buy tickets were rushing to get on the bus to find a good place for their luggage. The luggage rack above my seat is undoubtedly the best, convenient and safe, but if you don’t get on the top 100 people, you basically have no chance to put your luggage on the luggage rack. Even if you want to stuff your luggage under the seat, you have to run faster than most people.

However, those passengers who have not bought reserved cars are just trying to get on the bus for peace of mind or find a convenient place to squat.

On the train in the 8th, it was already considered lucky to be able to squat all the way. As for the scalper tickets that can be bought with money, or the high-speed train that can arrive at the station in just a few hours, it is only a legendary product that ordinary people can't touch. One is criticized in literary works to prove the superiority of socialism, and the other is popularized in science fiction works to prove the superiority of socialism.

Although there were only four beds in the soft sleeper room, He Cheng forced himself to put his luggage first before he could relax. He turned around and continued the previous topic and asked: "Old Cao, you have powered up when you were in your second year of high school in your village. You are reluctant to use it."

Cao Baoming said angrily: "You are willing to use 20,800 kilowatt-hours of electricity?"

“We’re not that expensive.”

In the 1980s, the electricity bill in rural areas was more expensive than the electricity bill in urban areas. That's it. The village had to pay a portion of the money by itself. If it could not pay a thousand or eight hundred yuan, the power supply bureau would drag it on and not pull the electricity. In remote villages, they would have to pay more money.

Two cents and eight cents at a time are a little less than thirty years later. Considering the income of a hundred times different, the cost of electricity consumption is only a hundred times less.

Cao Baoming hated this and said with his fingers: "The lights at home are 100 watts, and the ones at 6 watts are not lighted at all, so my father can't afford to lose that person either. He just throws money when using them, three cents a day. If you don't come to visit the house, no one will be willing to turn on the lights. From the eighth day of the lunar month, everyone has visited them during the day. You can't let others make fuel for you, don't you?"

"Three cents are indeed expensive." He Cheng twitched twice. He could buy a bag of cheap cigarettes for three cents.

Cao Baoming said again: "My mother made a small desk lamp and asked me to read books at night. I read it for a day. I think about it. It's not that I can't read it during the day, so why are I wasting that money? So, I've been sleepy when it's dark and woke up at dawn. It's more on time than the crowing chickens."

All three of them laughed.

He Cheng also said: "We are similar. Several families bought TVs and washing machines. They were reluctant to use them, so they covered them with cloth. They were usually the same as everyone else. They were just washing clothes themselves, and the washing machines were left as furniture."

"I'm afraid of electricity."

"Laundry detergent is also expensive, no matter how you calculate it, you feel it's wasteful."

"It's better to live in Beijing. When the electric lights in the dormitory are used as much as possible. Although the cafeteria sells big pot dishes, there are many varieties and a complete variety. Fresh vegetables from all over the country have been shipped. In Hedong Province, in addition to eating some fresh vegetables that have been saved during the Spring Festival, there are usually only radish, cabbage, potatoes and sweet potatoes..."

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

Another passenger in the car didn't get on the bus until evening, but was a middle-aged man in his 40s, and had no common topics with Yang Rui and others.

No words all night.

The next night, the train arrived at Beijing Station, and the crown car sent by Jielikang sent three people to the school.

It was getting late, and there was no such thing as taking pictures on mobile phones at this time. Yang Rui let the car openly drive into the campus and then moved his luggage into the dormitory with the driver.

The 1984-year-old crown logo is a pass itself, not to mention the foreign black brand of Jielikang. Not only did the defense at the door not stop, but he also gave a serious salute.

The students coming and going only think that the second generation of officials from the capital showed off. The literary youth said "hum" and the angry youth said "pa", and no one investigated them deeply.

Dong Zhicheng was the only one in the dormitory. The man seemed to live in the upper bunk by the window. He poked his head out. Seeing that Yang Rui was back, he said hello, and his head fell back into the gray mosquito net and said, "Brother Rui is back. How is the home? Have you read a book? These two episodes of "Harvest" have really gained."

"Oh? How could there be a harvest?" Yang Rui packed his luggage while chatting.

"There is an article introducing the writer. I borrowed several books according to the name in it, such as Yu Hua's, Wang Shuo's, Mo Yan's..."

"All of them are contemporary writers." Yang Rui replied casually.

Dong Zhicheng was very excited and sat up on the upper bunk and asked, "Brother Rui also likes contemporary writers? I think the writing of contemporary writers is good, either because the previous writers are not good, or because they feel a little awkward, like Lu Xun, Mao Dun..."

"I don't read novels very much." Yang Rui quickly interrupted him. The topic started to talk, but the spring rain was endless.

Dong Zhicheng said "Oh" in disappointment and said, "I will always read some, whose novels do you like the most?"

Yang Rui's mind circled and hesitated: "I've seen Lu Xun and Mo Yan."

I have seen Lu Xun because it is in the textbook, and I have seen Mo Yan because this guy won the Nobel Prize. For a university experimental dog, it is not easy to see this level. No matter how many you see, I am afraid that it will degenerate into a literary dog.

As a student in the physics department, Dong Zhicheng was not aware of the theory, but the young man was not very ill. He couldn't help but sigh and said, "Brother Rui, it's not me that you read well. You still have to read literary works. People say that college is a good place to cultivate sentiment. How can you cultivate sentiment without studying? The writer you chose is also interesting, but Lu Xun won't say it. Why did you study Mo Yan after reading? You should make a study plan."

The 8th is the severely contagious period for literary youth. Three years later, literary youths can be put on impetuous signs when they come here.

Yang Rui was also slightly affected by the current university atmosphere and couldn't help but wonder: I used to be busy doing experiments, but now should I really stop and read some books to cultivate my sentiment.

Thinking of this, Yang Rui looked up and said, "You can recommend a few books to me."

"No problem, I'll make a list for you, you can make a reference." Dong Zhicheng said, slapped his uneven head and said, "I forgot to say that there is a letter to you. Mao Qiming helped you get it back and put it in your drawer."

"Oh, thank you." Yang Rui pulled open the drawer and took out the envelope placed on the surface.

The sender is "national medical foreign trade".

Yang Rui frowned slightly and tore it a letter of invitation:

Dear Mr. Yang Rui:

In order to further promote international cooperation, promote the development of global medical and biology, and exchange research results between each other, our company decided to host the 8th session

"International Medical Biological Engineering Conference". The conference will provide experts, professors, scholars and engineers from domestic and foreign universities, research institutes, enterprises and institutions with a world-class information exchange platform to discuss the problems and dynamics faced in related fields.

This conference will be held in Beijing on April 12. In view of your research and achievements in related fields, the conference organizing committee specially invites you to exchange and discuss. If you have a speech topic, please mail us your speech topic and detailed summary before April 1. If there is no speech topic and detailed summary, we will not be able to arrange a speech at the meeting. Please understand.

In addition, we arranged Xiangshan Hotel as reception, accommodation and meetings...

The final signature is China Pharmaceutical Foreign Trade Company.

Yang Rui blinked and looked again, unable to believe that the Chinese medicine and foreign trade had such kind intentions.

The International Medical and Biological Engineering Conference is a serious international academic exchange meeting and belongs to a high-level category.

Although I looked at the three-day conference in Beijing in the early 80s, two-day three-day conference, and I couldn’t book a hotel for busy hotels, so I had to have extra beds in Beijing hotels, and made people sleep in the corridors, like Grade A hospitals, but if I counted them one by one, there were not many conferences that could be called high-level. If I were divided into separate fields, I would be considered a lot of one event a year.

Three years later, big-name scholars attended the conference around the world. Today, the United States will run for a tour and tomorrow. They will have no time to travel for busy travel. If the international conferences held in China are not given awards, even heavyweight awards, or even too lazy to participate, they will send their disciples to attend.

Yang Rui's master's supervisor was of average level at that time, and he had the qualifications to attend an international conference held in Guilin...

But in 1984, there were too few scholars qualified to go abroad. Everyone was watching international conferences held in China. At this time, these things can be regarded as qualifications.

Since it is an international conference, international scholars are invited to participate. The location is already short, domestic scholars are senior, and big-level scholars have to line up to eat fruit fruits. You will go to this game, and I will come to the next game...

Although Yang Rui heard the news that the "International Medical and Biological Engineering Conference" was undertaken by a central enterprise, he did not take it to heart. He never thought that the one who undertakes the meeting was the foreign trade of the state medicine, and the foreign trade of the state medicine, which is far from harmonious, was given a place.

Just eating, drinking and sleeping for a few days at Xiangshan Hotel is a rare benefit in the 8th.

Yang Rui picked up the letter and read it again. He was sure it was not a prank. He didn't care what the purpose of the foreign trade of the Chinese medicine was. His eyes fell in the middle again and read silently: If you have a speech topic, please mail us your speech topic and detailed summary before April 1.

"It seems that it's still time." Yang Rui pinched his chin and thoughtful.

"Look at the book list I wrote. I will change it if you have any ideas." Dong Zhicheng wrote the book list confidently, and he rarely landed on his feet and handed it to Yang Rui himself.

Yang Rui grabbed it and took a look, and saw more than a dozen dense titles, including long and short, domestic and foreign.

After reading so many books, it is definitely too late to go. Yang Rui quickly made a trade-off between cultivating sentiment and experimental research.

He folded the book list and put it in his pocket, and smiled and said, "I will start reading it as soon as I have time, and I will talk to you after reading it."

"Okay, okay." Dong Zhicheng said excitedly: "You don't have to finish reading, you can chat with me at any time."

Yang Rui patted Dong Zhicheng on the shoulder and nodded heavily, everything was silent.
Chapter completed!