He Ping followed Zhang Yu to Jiaotong University.

In 1896, the Nanyang Public School of Xujiahui, Shanghai, China, was born. At that time, Nanyang Public School was the earliest school name of Jiaotong University. When the school was founded, the main gate of the school was chosen to be on the east side of the campus. It has not changed for more than a hundred years. The French Concession was then across the road from the gate.

After walking for a few minutes, He Ping saw the school gate of Jiaotong University, red walls, green tiles and wooden doors, witnessing the vicissitudes of the city in Shanghai.

Before entering the school gate, Zhang Yu took out a pair of toad mirror belt from his pocket and covered the scarf on his shoulders on his face.

He Ping looked at her actions a little funny. It seemed that the incident two days ago gave her a memory. He Ping remembered scenes in some movies and TV dramas in later generations.

The two walked into the campus of Jiaotong University. It was probably just over, so the students on campus walked together in groups of three or five, laughing and youthful.

He Ping looked at these young figures and smiling faces and his mood became cheerful.

"I really envy them!" Zhang Yu next to him suddenly sighed.

"How could you envy them? You should be considered a household name now, and you are not old. Didn't Zhang Ailing say that you should become famous as soon as possible," said He Ping.

"Oh! Flowers are not red for a hundred days, and people are not happy for a thousand days." Zhang Yu said with sorrow, without too much explanation.

He Ping could probably understand her thoughts from this sentence.

The entertainment industry is now called the literary and artistic circle. No matter when the competition is always fierce. There are talented people in the world, especially young actresses like Zhang Yu and others. The best time is just ten or eight years. After this age, no matter how rich your resume or superb acting skills you have in the past, you can never beat the word "time" to urge people to grow old.

"Every industry has its own characteristics. You have actually enjoyed a lot of things that ordinary people can't imagine." He Ping comforted her.

"There is not enough people's hearts."

He Ping always felt that Zhang Yu was not very smart, but today he didn't look like this. At least she had a very good understanding of her profession.

The two of them were walking on the road, and slowly some students' eyes began to project towards them.

Zhang Yu's appearance is like a spy, as if he is telling someone - look at me, I have a problem.

He Ping personally experienced what happened two days ago, so he did not object to Zhang Yu's actions. After all, it is better to bear some strange eyes from others than to have some accidents.

The two tried to pick some places with few people and walked to a tree-lined path.

Suddenly, a warm and full recitation came from a distance.

"Listen!" Zhang Yu said.

He Ping listened with his ears, as if someone was reciting a poem.

The two of them walked through the woods in the direction of the sound, and there was a green space in front of them.

A group of young students were sitting, standing, leaning against the lawn, forming a circle, in the middle of which was a childish young man reciting poems with high emotions.

“I don’t believe that the sky is blue.

I don't believe in the echo of thunder;

I don't believe that dreams are fake.

I don't believe that death will be retribution..."

The young man was full and excited, and his passionate voice resounded throughout the campus of Jiaotong University, attracting people around him to look at him. His friends and classmates were also infected by his voice, with excitement on his face, and he was intoxicated by the wonderful words.

He Ping whispered in a low voice: "It's so good!"

Zhang Yu also felt it was very good when he listened to the poems read by the young man. She asked, "Is this prose or poetry? It's so good to write."

He Ping said: "This is a poem called "Answer", and the author is Bei Dao."

"You writers are so amazing that you can write such good poems." Zhang Yu said with an admiration and tone.

He Ping smiled bitterly, "I can't write such a good poem. I'm afraid there will not be many such good poems in the next few years."

Zhang Yu did not understand where He Ping's sigh came from. The 1980s were the peak of the development of modern Chinese poetry, especially Misty Poetry. This was an era full of poetry and romanticism. People could be excited and cry for a poem, or worship a poet who was not yet in decline.

But all this was so romantic and short. With the group of talented and talented young poets, they died, were crazy, or had lost their talents, and their poems eventually became lost under the waves of the times.

“It is filling the sky without any obstruction,

That is a pictogram for five thousand years.

That is the eyes that people stare at in the future.”

After the young man finished reciting, the people around him gave applause, which was sincere and enthusiastic.

He Ping was not stingy with his applause and applauded the young man.

Although Zhang Yu did not understand this poem, he also slapped him with He Ping.

"Thank you, thank you." The young man's face also had an excitement aftertaste. To be honest, his voice was not outstanding, and he even had a duck voice because of his age, but this did not affect the people around him's love for the poem he recited and the recognition of his sincere recitation.

After the young man bowed to the people around him, he also saw He Ping and Zhang Yu standing not far away to applaud him. He bowed to the two of them from afar.

"These college students are so polite." Zhang Yu was a little excited when he saw the young man bowing to them. She said to He Ping: "Let's go and sit down."

He Ping originally wanted to leave after listening quietly and applauding, but Zhang Yu suddenly became interested and walked straight up.

He smiled helplessly and could only follow.

The group of young people also noticed the couple coming from not far away and turned their attention to them, especially Zhang Yu, who was still on campus in this era, and her outfit was definitely an alternative. Although she couldn't see her whole face, many boys were still feeling her charm through those pairs of sunglasses and scarves.

Besides, Zhang Yu's figure is convex and graceful curves. Compared with the simple girls in the school, she is like a ripe peach, exuding an attractive atmosphere all over her body. You can imagine the attraction to these young people who have not yet left the campus.

Almost everyone's eyes were focused on her. Zhang Yu had long been accustomed to this kind of gaze, and at the same time he had a little pride in his heart.

Look, even though I cover my face, I still have the charm of focusing everyone's eyes on me.

He Ping followed Zhang Yu and felt a little embarrassed to see everyone's eyes turning to the direction he was in.

The main reason is that the silly girl standing in front of her stood there like a dumb goose after she came over. Those who didn't know thought she was waiting for the eunuch to come and support her.

Bah! I scolded myself.
Chapter completed!