Song Yuanchao carried his luggage and headed to the dormitory. He had been to the Capital University before, but not in this era, but 20 years later.

Song Yuanchao, who was already middle-aged at that time, visited this school for the first time with complicated feelings of remembering his own feelings. He strolled by the lake, looked at the pagoda on the other side of the lake, walked on the tree-lined paths of the school, and looked at the

Energetic young students walked past him, listening to their conversations and laughter.

In the quiet library, the afternoon sunlight shines on the classroom seats through the glass windows, and the students hold books and soar hungrily in the ocean of knowledge.

In the classroom, the teacher stood on the podium in high spirits, and the students below listened carefully and took notes.

In the auditorium, a dozen students on the stage were divided into two groups, A and B, and they were engaging in a fierce mock debate on the pros and cons of an issue.

In the evening, as the sun sets, the melodious saxophone and violin sounds resound in the woods. Male and female students in love take over, chatting softly with extremely enviable happiness. From time to time, laughter like silver bells can be heard.

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When Song Yuanchao saw these, he had mixed feelings in his heart. He tried to find the footprints left by Lin Yan in these places and feel every bit of her study and life here.

It is a pity that Song Yuanchao finally returned disappointed and left with great regret.

But now everything is different. He has come to this era, to this campus, and finally reunited with his beloved. Song Yuanchao, who was in a happy mood, was filled with emotions.

The dormitory for boys from the Department of Economics of Class 79 is on the third floor of Building 38, next to which is Building 37 of Zhao Minglei and his friends.

On the third floor, it was easy to find Dormitory 302. Song Yuanchao pushed open the door and entered. After entering, he saw four bunk beds on the east and west sides of the room, a large table surrounded by three desks in the middle, and another one by the window.

There is a desk, and a classmate in his twenties wearing glasses is sitting there reading quietly.

Hearing the noise, the classmate who was reading looked up at the door and saw Song Yuanchao standing up quickly with his luggage.

"I'm here to help you." The other party took the initiative to take the luggage from Song Yuanchao. Song Yuanchao thanked him and the two of them put the luggage aside.

"Hello, you are also a freshman, right? I am Cheng Mengshan, from Jiaodong. I am also a freshman this year, majoring in the Department of Economics." Cheng Mengshan smiled and extended his hand to Song Yuanchao to introduce himself.

"Hello, hello, I am also a freshman in the Department of Economics, a native of Shanghai, Song Yuanchao." Song Yuanchao stretched out his hand to shake Cheng Mengshan's hand.

At the moment of shaking hands, Song Yuanchao was a little surprised. Cheng Mengshan looked gentle and gentle, but as soon as Song Yuanchao shook hands, he knew that he was a person who often worked in the fields, and his palms were full of calluses.

"I came out early yesterday. The school teacher took care of me and let me enter the dormitory first. This position is my bed. Others haven't come yet. You are the second one to arrive. Pick one." Cheng Mengshan pointed.

A lower berth in the room said, Song Yuanchao noticed that he did not choose the two berths in the dormitory that were near the window and had the best location, but instead chose the lower berth near the door.

Such an inconspicuous little thing made Song Yuanchao feel a little better about Cheng Mengshan. He is a person who is easy to think about others. If it is a future generation, as long as the bed number is not specified when allocating dormitories, it is usually first come, first served.

The first one had already secured a good position. How could Cheng Mengshan do this?

"I'm not that particular about sleeping. The bunk above you will be mine first. Is that okay? If someone likes the top bunk, I can change it later." Song Yuanchao pointed to Cheng Mengshan's top bunk with a smile.

Song Yuanchao's answer also impressed Cheng Mengshan, who nodded with a smile.

"Smoke a cigarette?" Song Yuanchao took out a cigarette and handed it over. When he shook hands just now, he noticed that Cheng Mengshan's index finger and middle finger were burnt yellow, which was caused by frequent smoking.

"Thank you, Daqianmen? Haha, these are good cigarettes." Seeing the cigarette that Song Yuanchao took out, Cheng Mengshan's eyes suddenly lit up. In fact, Song Yuanchao had a lot of good cigarettes, and even Hua Zi also carried a few packs, but

When facing Cheng Mengshan, he didn't take it out. Instead, he took the most common big front door.

This is not to look down on Cheng Mengshan, but Song Yuanchao is taking care of him by doing this.

Cheng Mengshan was wearing a starched shirt with no visible color, and patches on his elbows. Coupled with the calluses on his hands, Song Yuanchao knew that his conditions were definitely not good. If he took out a pack of good cigarettes at this time,

I'm afraid it might make the other party think twice, so it would be more appropriate to have an ordinary large front door.

The only thing that brings men closer together is smoking and drinking. While smoking, Song Yuanchao and Cheng Mengshan started chatting and soon learned about each other's situation.

Song Yuanchao's guess was correct. Cheng Mengshan's hometown was in Yimeng Mountain, and his name also came from Yimeng Mountain.

Cheng Mengshan is three years older than Song Yuanchao. He is 27 this year. He is married and has children. He is a primary school teacher in a local village. However, he has no official establishment as a teacher. He just gets work points from the brigade, and the income as a teacher is not high.

There was not enough food and drink for the family, so Cheng Mengshan had to work in the fields to earn work points.

Cheng Mengshan only finished junior high school and did not go to high school seriously. His high school relied entirely on self-study. Moreover, his hometown is relatively backward and the education level is not high. An ordinary rural teacher like him not only has to teach children but also

It is not easy to get into college when you are busy with farming.

Cheng Mengshan failed both the college entrance examinations in 1977 and 1978, but this time he finally got good grades. When asked about this, Cheng Mengshan proudly told Song Yuanchao that he was the first college student in their hometown to come out of the mountains.

When he came to report, the entire brigade not only raised enough travel expenses for him, but also beat gongs and drums to send him to college.

"By the way, the folks brought this to me when I came here. You can try it." As he said this, Cheng Mengshan thought of something and quickly pulled out a baggage from under the bed, dug through it twice and took out a few corn pancakes.

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"This is a good thing. I haven't eaten it for some days." Corn pancakes are a specialty of Jiaodong. There are similar foods in the northwest, but Song Yuanchao never ate them again after returning to Shanghai.

Song Yuanchao was not polite. He took it and took a bite. This pancake tasted very hard on the teeth. People with bad teeth really can't chew it. However, Song Yuanchao ate it with gusto. While eating, he said that if there were green onions,

Just fine with the sauce.

Hearing what Song Yuanchao said, Cheng Mengshan became even more happy. He quickly said that there are green onions and sauce. He was worried that Song Yuanchao was not used to it so he didn't take it out. After saying that, he took out two green onions and a jar of sauce from the bag. Song Yuanchao took it directly and peeled the green onions.

, with a bite of green onions and a bite of pancake dipped in sauce, it tastes very delicious.

After eating, Song Yuanchao wiped his lips, smiled and said that he couldn't eat his food without giving a gift in return, and immediately gave Cheng Mengshan a pack of butterfly cakes he had brought.

Cheng Mengshan has never tasted this before. The butterfly puff pastry wrapped in oil paper is so fragrant that you can tell it is delicious without even having to eat it.

"After all, it's the Big Shanghai, and what comes out is different." Cheng Mengshan sighed.

"What's the difference? Aren't they all stuff that goes into the stomach? In my opinion, if you're really hungry, this stuff might not be as useful as your pancake tops. I still have a few packs here, how about we just exchange them?" Song Yuanchao laughed.

Smiling and joking, Cheng Mengshan was also happy after hearing this. He was not stupid, and naturally knew that Song Yuanchao had good intentions, but forget it. Although Cheng Mengshan knew that Butterfly Crispy was a good thing, he could never take advantage of it, not to mention that these pancakes were prepared.

I ate it slowly for several days.

Just as the conversation was getting underway, there was a noise at the door. When I looked up, I saw another new person coming.

"Oh, isn't this classmate Song?" When the new student saw Song Yuanchao sitting there talking to Cheng Mengshan, his eyes suddenly lit up and he looked a little excited.

Song Yuanchao looked back in confusion, but couldn't remember where he had seen this classmate.

"Hello, classmate Song, I didn't expect that we would be roommates in the same dormitory!" The man stepped forward enthusiastically and stretched out his hands towards Song Yuanchao, holding them and shaking them up and down: "I saw you and me when I came to report earlier.

Those teachers and seniors were chatting and laughing, and I was wondering who this person was at first. Then I asked about it, and it was amazing! He was the same freshman today as me, and he was also the target of our 77-year seniors. Hahaha, classmate Song, in front of me

When I came to the dormitory, I was still thinking about how to get to know you, but I didn't expect that I bumped into you as soon as I walked in. Do you think this is fate? "

This familiar classmate was short in stature and had a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks. He looked like he was not honored by the masses, but he spoke in the same way and acted extremely enthusiastically. In addition, there was a hint of northwest in his voice, which made Song Yuanchao

It feels particularly friendly.

Song Yuanchao waved his hands repeatedly, saying that it was not as exaggerated as what you said, but the classmate laughed and said that Song Yuanchao was too humble. Especially when Cheng Mengshan looked confused at the side, the classmate immediately described what he had said before in the registration office.

I saw and heard what happened about Song Yuanchao and Lin Yan, and after I finished speaking, I even gave Song Yuanchao a thumbs up and praised Song Yuanchao for being so awesome.

This familiar guy’s name is Sun Yaoliang. When I asked about his hometown, it turned out that he was from Chang’an in the northwest. Sun Yaoliang had been an educated youth, but he returned to the city to work a few years ago. When he was admitted to university, Sun Yaoliang was already a clerk in the local supply and marketing cooperative. No wonder
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