Ruan Guan was sure at first that Wang Yan was here for her, but then he became unsure again.

Wang Yan came here to sit down and chatted animatedly with Li Weijuan. The two of them were chattering and suppressing laughter from time to time. Although it did not affect other students' reading, it affected her. So in the past period of time, although she

He seemed to be concentrating on reading, but he was listening to the entire conversation between the two from beginning to end.

She is humorous, knowledgeable, and well-informed. This is her evaluation. At the same time, she is also very good at guiding, because she recalled that Li Weijuan was talking most of the time during this process, and Li Weijuan didn't notice it.

I still haven't finished it yet, this is amazing.

Normally, this should attract her attention, like a male peacock spreading its wings to court a mate, showing off its beautiful feathers. But Wang Yan didn't. The more than half an hour of chatting with Li Weijuan fell on her.

He only looked at her three times, and he didn't look at her intentionally. He just looked at other students and glanced at her casually as they walked by. Most of the rest of the time, his eyes were on Li Weijuan.

She was convinced that what she saw was correct, which made her wonder if she had become ugly. She had grown up receiving love letters since she was a child. It was one thing for her to follow Zhao Shiyong wholeheartedly, but others did not take her seriously.

That's another thing.

Interesting male classmate...

Feeling the gaze on him disappear, Wang Yan put the book he had read through roughly back to its original place under the sun, and then continued to put his hand on the bookshelf, gradually moving away.

Youth is the age of eighteen or nineteen, it is what you look back on after many years.

Youth can be everything in this world, it can be the laughter of sunny male classmates, the slight smile of female classmates who like it, the raised skirt, the messy hair, the worry-free play with good friends. It is the afterglow of spring.

The young man sweating on the court is the little girl full of sadness picking up flowers in autumn, the test paper blown up by the wind in summer, and the snowball hitting from the sky in winter. It can also be the fourth archway of Southeast University at the end of September.

On the campus, Wang Yan was reading books in the library, illuminated by the afternoon sun.

He is very good at positioning...

Actually speaking, he didn't have much idea about Ruan Wan, and it's not like he had never been in contact with her before. His mission was not to want to die. Normally, as long as there was no car accident later, there wouldn't be much of a problem.

Of course, he doesn't have big ideas, he still has some small ideas. After all, it's a different style. He has no other meaning, he just wants to experience what's going on. And the mission is there, so how can he be by his side?

Safety.

But he is not in a hurry. School has just started and there is still a long time.

I read in the library until evening, had dinner in the cafeteria, and then went back to the dormitory to do some laundry. This was saved during military training. Although I had military uniforms and shoes, I didn’t wear my own clothes much, but it was such a long time ago

After a month, I still need to do a lot of cleaning.

It was better to wait until after nine o'clock to close the dormitory door. Wang Yan went to the water room to wash up and take a shower. Then he returned to the dormitory again. This was the end of the day and he started his daily gossip.

He glanced at Wang Kang, who was reading the newly issued textbooks, and Wang Yan, who was wiping his hair with a dry towel, asked, "Did you go take medicine?"

"I've gone there. Doctor Li asked me to tell you that he wanted you to come over when you have time, and he wanted to communicate with you again."

Wang Kang couldn't help laughing when he spoke. Of course he was happy that the fun that had troubled him for many years was gone. He had already clearly felt that the acne on his face had faded a bit from the medicine he drank before, but the military training was delayed.

He was looking forward to it this time. Because Wang Yan said that if he didn't have acne, he would be very handsome. He looked in the mirror and thought that he was ruined by acne.

He was very convinced. In the past, he was the best at studying in his hometown and was a well-known young student from all over the country. Now in college, he has seen what it means to be an outsider.

Wang Yan nodded: "Don't squeeze the acne now. You can drink the medicine for three weeks first, and then I will prepare an ointment for you to remove the acne marks as much as possible."

Wang Kang nodded in response.

"Tomorrow is a holiday, what are your plans? I want to go see the scenic spots in Jinling, see the Sun Yat-sen Mausoleum, the Confucius Temple, and many other scenic spots. The Six Dynasties are not called "Six Dynasties" for nothing. Do you want to come together?"

These boys watched the movie during the day, but Wang Yan and Zhang Zhang didn't hear a word of the conversation... He shook his head and said, "Let's watch it again later. I plan to go to Zhujiang Road tomorrow to see if I can

Find a part-time job and earn some money to spend."

"Part-time job?" Wang Kang was stunned for a moment: "You're not short of money, are you?"

Then Zhou Jianguo asked three times: "Where is Zhujiang Road? Why do you go there to find a job? Can you take me with you too?"

Sun Mingbo didn't say anything. He was also a little confused. He didn't understand why Wang Yan was in such a hurry to find a part-time job. After getting along for a month, he asked himself that he had a clear idea of ​​the dormitory. The one with the worst conditions was Wang Kang. Zhou Jianguo was better, but

It's not much better. His family is okay, both parents are working in state-owned enterprises, and his father is still a small leader.

The richest person is Wang Yan. The clothes and shoes are all new. Although they are not expensive, they are not cheap either. The watch he wears is Longines, and the cigarette he smokes is Furong Wang. Sometimes he

Shang Huazi. Although he had only been in the dormitory for three days, he brought them two breakfasts. Now, except for treating Wang Kang's acne, the word money has never appeared in his mouth.

People who take money seriously are very tough.

"Not short of money? Silly boy, how can anyone be dissatisfied with having too much money? Ten years ago, we were still clamoring for households with ten thousand yuan. Look at now, households with ten thousand yuan are like crucian carp crossing the river. Who still takes households with ten thousand yuan seriously?

I have long been dissatisfied. Besides, I have a clear goal. I will engage in design in the future. If I have money, why don’t I just build whatever I want? Why do I need to look at other people’s faces? Why do I need to participate in some competitions and ask others to do so?

Approval? You can feel the feeling..."

Wang Yan explained with a smile: "Zhujiang Road is not far south of our school. Computers and computer accessories are sold there. It's very popular. I just wanted to try my luck. In the afternoon, I opened the door and followed

Let me tell you, there are many classmates from our school over there on Zhujiang Road. They can make some money by delivering goods and handing out leaflets there. If you want to do it, don't rush for a few days. I'll go and explore first.

road."

The three boys nodded to show understanding, and Sun Mingbo said: "Then the three of us will go out for a walk tomorrow."

There was nothing to say next. It was obvious that they were imagining what Wang Yan said. The Department of Architecture is engaged in design, and there are various domestic and foreign design competitions. Although the purpose of the establishment of the organizers is very awesome, they are all for

The future of human society, but in the final analysis, it is still about authority.

Of course, this authority is indeed very good. After all, it is a pleasure to compete with so many outstanding players. If you win an award, you will also have an honor bonus and a sense of accomplishment. The higher the level of the competition, the greater the sense of accomplishment.

, the fame and fortune it brings is also touching. But after all, it is judged by others. Everyone is the same. Who would feel that he is inferior to others?

On the other hand, those who engage in design will never escape Party A. There are always people pointing fingers, saying this won’t work and that won’t work, and it’s always troublesome to ask for this or that.

So to sum up, if you have money, you can design whatever you want, and the key designs can be implemented into real objects. You don’t have to go anywhere to participate in any competition to get recognition from others, and there is no Party A to be the boss. This won’t work and that won’t work.

.Who is designing this kind of scene and wouldn’t want to...

Wang Yan saw the expressions of several people. Although what he said may seem like wishful thinking to a normal person, it's not bad to think about whether he can do it or not. As for daydreaming, it's not impossible. As for that,

What do these guys think? He didn't point out what impact these unrealistic words would have on them. After all, the goal is too big. You need to be rich, you need to have enough money to build a building, and you need to be able to make money from building a building.

How can anyone really be so willful when they have nothing to lose?

Of course, he, Wang, can be willful, isn't he just engaged in real estate? He is very professional, just for fun...

The next day, I got up early again, ran around Xuanwu Lake, did two more sets of boxing, and arrived at the Lucky Bun Shop at around seven o'clock.

Seeing Wang Yan coming, Sister Zhu greeted him: "Isn't it the National Day holiday today? Why are you getting up so early?" Although he had only met Wang Yan twice, he was particularly impressed by Wang Yan. Before, he thought the young man was good.

Later, Zhu Xiaobei, who had returned from military training, said that even the instructors in the military camp couldn't beat him and even put on a show.

"I have been used to it for so many years. I wake up at the right time. I am envious when I see my roommates sleeping soundly." Wang Yan shook his head and looked at Zhu Xiaobei who was busy next to him: "Isn't it the same for Xiaobei? It's so early in the morning.

I just came here to do some work, come on, keep an eye on you."

As he spoke, he patted her thin shoulder.

Zhu Xiaobei casually slapped Wang Yan's big hand away and laughed: "A night of plain porridge, a plate of pickles, two tea eggs, and three drawers of steamed buns?"

"Of course, hurry up, I'm so hungry."

Wang Yan entered and joined the others again: "Here we go again, uncle."

He was still the same old man who shared the table before. He nodded with a smile: "My home lives not far from here. I can go to Xuanwu Lake for a walk in the morning. Their steamed buns taste good too. The main reason is that they are very affordable. So why don't you come here?"

Are there more good people or more bad people in the world? The definitions of good and bad are different, and there are so many people, so of course there is no way to count them. Wang Yan has been around for more than five hundred years, and after observing him in such a long life,

There are more ordinary good people and more rich and powerful bad people.

Obviously, the old man sharing the table is one of the ordinary people. He knows the misfortune of the Zhu sisters, and he can't help much or even slightly. Coming to have breakfast every morning is the greatest help he can give.

.This can also be regarded as one good deed a day, which is very good, isn’t it?

After packing another pile of breakfast and leaving a ten-yuan note, he carried his things back to the dormitory.

In fact, Zhu Xiaobei's life is not that hard. It's just that the two sisters don't hire anyone, and they only cook breakfast. They have to get up in the middle of the night and work hard, which is very hard. At the same time, they have to pay rent, tuition, living expenses, etc. But the buns are spread out

Not far from the school, no matter how bad it is, it can't be much worse. Although it is not very good, it is not very bad. If you really want to compare one, two, and three, Zhu Xiaobei is far better off than many people at this time. It's just that she

Be sensible and always be frugal.

He bought breakfast here and brought it back. Firstly, it was indeed to support the business. After all, he always had to eat, just like eating anywhere. Secondly, he was taking care of Wang Kang and Zhou Jianguo in the dormitory.

indivual.

Both of them have several children at home. It is quite difficult for the whole family to have such a college student. Otherwise, as soon as they heard that they wanted to work part-time to make money, they would follow it to reduce the burden on the family. He occasionally buys some

When the meat buns came back, they could be replenished, so they didn't have to eat shredded potatoes. Zhou Jianguo, who has a stocky physique, has lost weight...

As for Sun Mingbo, he is a sensible person. Of course, his work will not be in vain. There must be somewhere to make up for it. After all, he just had breakfast casually and helped three people. He only helps occasionally, not every day.

When eating steamed buns, there is no such thing as a favor turning into an enemy. It is a good thing.

Back in the dormitory, the three boys were still sleeping, or in other words, the entire dormitory building was quiet. You can't blame the mobile phone at this time. People who go to bed late also go to bed late. There are no entertainment activities, playing poker and mahjong, and they can still work half the night.

Of course, this is Southeast University, and this was the 1990s. Most people read and studied until late at night, and maybe some stayed up late reading martial arts novels.

Putting breakfast on the table, Wang Yan did not disturb anyone's dream, and silently carried his yellow washbasin out to the water room.

Not everyone stays up late, such as Chen Xiaozheng, who talks about being different.

"Your name is Chen... Xiaozheng, right?"

"You know me?"
To be continued...