My 1979

He Fang suddenly turned around and asked, "Li He, what is your ideal?"

Under the street lights in the dark night, looking at He Fang's serious face, she suddenly fell silent, shaking her dizzy head and feeling a little dazed.

You probably have dreams. The first thing you do after rebirth is to fill your stomach and stabilize your brothers and sisters.

After entering the school, there was a stage where I thought about waiting for the policy in peace, waiting for a few years, and then going to the world of business.

I also thought about obeying the assignments, meeting old colleagues, and accumulating capital before going to work as I did in my previous life.

But can the mentality in this life be the same as in the previous life?

He now has an increasing sense of urgency, feels more and more that staying in school is torture, and feels more and more that time is running out.

Chen Chunxian's Plasma Society will emerge from Zhongguancun this year, and well-known companies such as Sitong, Xintong, Jinghai, and Kehai will be established within a few years. Li He is well aware that he is at the forefront of the times. If you don't get up, you will be beaten to death.

As for going abroad, Li He will not consider it. He has no interest in working as an illegal laborer with a J-1 student visa, serving bowls and washing dishes.

The most miserable group of people in the world were those who sold their courtyard houses in the capital and went abroad in the 1980s.

In the 1980s, many people who had some ideas, some conditions, wanted to change their way of life, did not want to accept their fate, and were extremely disappointed and restless with the organization chose to study abroad.

Basically, more than half of Li He's class went abroad, and the rest, like Li He, were at the bottom of their studies and were not eligible for scholarships or public funding at all.

I haven’t seen any kind of colorful world in my two lifetimes, and the capitalist world is too unattractive. No matter whether it’s so-called starting a business or washing dishes, it’s all illegal labor.

If you risk your life and try to invent something to make money, you will be defeated in a flash. If you meet Marx in advance, there is no way to create a sea of ​​stars.

Unless you are like Wang An, Pei Luming, Yang Zhenning, and Li Zhendao, who are willing to work as screws and work hard to get a doctorate, you can only devote yourself to climbing up in the American workplace, otherwise you will not make any waves.

Maybe it's too much of a conspiracy theory, but it's the truth.

But if you look at the memoirs of international students in the 1980s, they are full of feelings of self-reliance. They are usually stories of struggles that move you, such as washing dishes until late at night and being scolded.

The end of the story is that I waited until I graduated, got my green card, and started my counterattack in life. That is, I became an engineer and programmer and became a middle class person, with a house and a car, and lights and phones upstairs and downstairs.

But it is also the return of a group of people who have made indelible contributions to the development of domestic science and technology. The efforts and sacrifices they have made for the country and this nation cannot be overstated. It’s just that their lives are different.

He Fang saw that Li He didn't respond and kicked him, "You are a very smart person, why can't you work hard and do nothing every day. If you are more serious, your future will not be bad whether you are assigned or go abroad." "

Li He knew that He Fang was concerned about him, so he asked, "Do you want to go abroad?"

He Fang shook her head firmly, "My father is gone, and I still have my mother and a younger brother at home. If I leave, everything will be in chaos.

My dream is to wait until I have settled down in a few years and bring my mother here to take care of me in my old age.

But I do hope you can go out. You are only 18 years old, and you still have a bright future waiting for you. Only our school and Huaqing University have the most students going out every year. If you work hard, there is no problem in being qualified to go abroad. "

This is in line with Li He's memory. After graduation, the eldest sister was assigned to teach physics at the Polytechnic University next door. After a smooth journey, she was eventually transferred to the Polytechnic University as the principal, and she was waiting to retire.

He shook his head firmly, "I won't go out, and I will be a second-class person. I believe that this country and this nation will get better and better, and everyone will have better opportunities."

He Fang may have suddenly shouted excitedly, "You don't understand, Li He, I used to think so too.

But what have I exchanged for my youth? I am already 25 years old. I have been in the countryside for seven years. Seven years, there are several seven years in a person's life. I have used the best youth and the fullest passion to love everything.

There were three girls in a group, but I was the only one who came back.

If I hadn’t worked so hard to get into college, I would never be able to come back! "

How could Li He not know the absurdity of the past? He could only comfort him and said, "The past is in the past. You have to open your eyes to the future and look forward."

"I'm sorry, I'm a little excited. I just think you are very spiritual. Why don't you go out and have a look? Why bother living lifelessly like me." In the silent night, there was only a muffled sigh from He Fang.

"I can't let it go either. I have my attachment here too. I believe everything will be fine." Li He took off his gloves, took out a cigarette, handed one to He Fang, and lit it himself with a squeak of a match. The air-conditioning in the nose became even colder due to the smoke.

Li He had to send He Fang back to the dormitory first, and then went back himself.

There was no class the next day, so Li He still got up early, bought a sesame seed cake at the school gate, chewed it and headed towards the School of Foreign Languages.

While walking around the girls' dormitory of the School of Foreign Languages, he asked around, but as usual, there was no news about his wife.

By noon, I was feeling hungry, so I had to rush back to school to eat.

When I took a shortcut to the entrance of an alley, I heard shouts and curses.

Li He started to walk towards the direction of the sound. A short fat man wearing a big felt hat was leaning against the corner smoking. There were three people in the corner of the alley surrounding a man lying on the ground, scolding and beating him.

The man lying on the ground protected his ears and head with his hands, but he still screamed in pain from being kicked.

The fat man smoking looked at Li He and waved his hands impatiently, "Hurry up and see what you're looking at, or I'll beat you up too."

Li He was not very angry to begin with, and he didn't know how to vent his anger. How could he be happy when he saw these people getting on the pole to amuse himself, and how could he be afraid of these old gangsters.

Without saying a word, and regardless of whether it was right or wrong, he went up and kicked the fat man in the stomach. The fat man leaned back and lay down on the ground, holding his stomach.

Even though he was wearing a thick cotton-padded jacket, he couldn't resist Li He's heavy use of his feet.

Before the other three people could react, Li He kicked the person on the left directly, causing the other person to fall flat on his back. The remaining two people just kept it simple, leading one to avoid the other, but after kicking them, they strangled the back of the neck with their arms and put them all on the ground without any extra movement.

Li He looked at the young man lying on the ground and said, "Get up, why are you still lying on the ground?"

The young man on the ground stood up unsteadily, rubbed his nosebleed with snow dumplings, rubbed his swollen eyes, and said, "Thank you."

"Where did you come from? Do you know the rules? Do you know who I am?" Before Li He could speak, the short fat man on the ground stood up and cursed at Li He, clutching his stomach.

"Fat Zhu, your mother, I only owe you 5 yuan. Do you need to be so harsh?" The young man who just stood up cursed at the short fat man and threw the snow dumplings stained with blood at Fatty Zhu. He said, "Look at the bleeding in my nose. When will it be repaired?"

After hearing this, Li He understood that these people were all low-level people, and they were so low-key that they could fight like this over a matter of 5 yuan.

I remember that a movie was made later, "Old Paoer", which was about this kind of old hooligans. It was about a group of alley gangsters who fooled around every day without doing anything serious. They had been bragging about their awesomeness all their lives. What happened when they got old? He wouldn't just eat and wait to die all day long, and in the end he almost couldn't save his son. A movie with this kind of values ​​is too bad.

A gangster with a Jing style feeling is actually still a gangster. In the past, the police station was called Pao Bureau, and the gangsters and gangsters who always entered the station were called Lao Pao'er.

Arrangements for vacations and group fights are the most useless things. There will be no blood or death in those blustering. This is the Beijing style.

Li He originally looked down upon this kind of person, so he was naturally not afraid, so he had nothing to say, "Why, you still have to compete, don't talk about any rules with me, and fool me? Either continue to practice, or Get out of here."

The short fat man looked at each other and knew that he was a practicing master, and a group fight would not bring him any favors, so he had to say, "You have the guts, don't let me grab you next time, or you won't be able to eat and carry you around." ."

Li Heli didn't bother to answer, and watched several people walk away with a smile. It's useless to say harsh words! Fantasy is like wishing you would go to heaven after you die.