My 1979

He sat leaning against the door frame. The sky was getting darker and darker, and the corridor was getting darker. From time to time, people coming off work would pass by him and look at him curiously.

His throat was itchy from smoking, so he touched the harmonica again. After playing "Ode of Sizhen", he started to play "Hawthorn Tree" again. He played the two songs repeatedly, back and forth, as if he didn't know. Feeling tired.

The door opposite him suddenly opened, and a blond girl leaned on the door frame with her arms folded and asked, "Hello, can you play "Troika"?"

"Sorry." Wu Bo shook his head, and what came into his mind were unfamiliar English words.

The girl entered the room, took out an accordion, played a soothing and low melody, and then asked, "OK?"

"No." Wu Bo understood this song. It was a famous Russian song. How could he not be familiar with it? He used to follow the trend and learn music for a while. The harmonica was cheap, so he chose the harmonica. Most people chose the harmonica. Every day. Use the music scores of these famous songs to practice the monotonous scales, creeping notes, and chords, and you can practice them all day long.

But he still shook his head. He could do it, but he just didn't want to accompany others.

There was a bang, and there was another sound of the door closing.

Beautiful, deep, sad and bold tunes came from the room. Listening to it, it felt like you had arrived in Russia. You could see the endless birch forest and feel the sadness, melancholy and wandering in this vast land.

Wu Bo's heart became sad, his head lowered, and he smoked more frequently.

He didn't even bother to pay attention to his rumbling stomach now.

Sitting in the aisle, sitting, he fell asleep before he knew it.

I woke up once in the middle and looked back at the narrow crack in the door. There was no light, so I continued to sleep peacefully.

Suddenly, his body sank, as if pressed on one foot.

The foot retreated hastily, as if the owner of that foot was also frightened.

Then he lay down on the ground.

He realized something, but in the darkness, he couldn't see anything.

"Wu Bo?" a female voice asked tentatively.

"It's me!" To Wu Bo, this was no less than the sound of nature.

There was a click, and the light came on, a small yellow light.

It was an extremely cramped little room, with a small, dim kitchen in the corner.

A bed, a box, a pile of books, and nothing else in the room.

As soon as he stood up, the door slammed shut.

"Sorry, Wu Bo, my place is rather narrow. You sit on the bed." Zhao Qing wiped his eyes casually, then leaned over to tidy up the clothes on the bed.

"Hey." Wu Bo was very happy and didn't seem to blame Zhao Qing for not paying attention to him in the afternoon. He just took out the cigarette from the cigarette case, but quickly pressed it back, "Sorry for disturbing your rest."

He knew at a glance that Zhao Qing had not slept.

"Smoke, I can smell cigarette smoke in the room." Zhao Qing disagreed, "Give me one."

"You too." Wu Bo was a little at a loss.

"Just smoke a few when you're upset." Zhao Qing took Wu Bo's cigarette case, lit one for himself skillfully, blew out smoke rings and said, "What's strange? I didn't see you say anything about Boss He smoking back then. What."

The Boss He she was talking about was He Fang. The eldest sister in the girls' dormitory back then, everyone used to call her Boss He.

Wu Bo didn't light up the cigarette, but just said, "She has stopped smoking."

"Drink some beer." Zhao Qing put the cigarette in his mouth, opened the refrigerator, threw a can of beer directly to Wu Bo, and then asked, "How is she? I heard that she married Li Laoer?"

Wu Bo opened the beer and took a heavy sip, almost choking. He took a deep breath and said, "The child is three years old. Not bad, the two of them are in harmony."

Zhao Qing said after a long while, "She has managed to survive. Li Laoer has nothing wrong with him except for being a bit rough."

I also opened a can of beer for myself and took a sip.

"Well, they're all good."

"What about you?" Zhao Qing asked.

"Me?" Wu Bo said, "That's me."

He dared not show any achievement or even be proud of himself.

"How old is the child?"

"I'm not married." Wu Bo still stared at her limping leg, "What's wrong with your feet?"

Zhao Qing said calmly, "Unlucky, I was hit by a motorcycle."

Wu Bo asked nervously, "Did you go to the hospital?"

Zhao Qing said with a rare smile, "I'm not a fool. Of course I went to the hospital. Do you want to ask me how I am doing? As you can see, that's it."

In fact, she just casually found a Chinese medicine clinic in Chinatown and made a bandage. There was no medical insurance in the United States, and the perpetrator escaped. She had no choice but to knock out her teeth and swallow them.

"I'll take you to the hospital tomorrow." Wu Bo's voice was a little pleading.

"No need." Zhao Qing touched the tin can towards him and then said with a smile, "Are you curious why I am the way I am now?"

Wu Bo was about to nod, but quickly shook his head and said hurriedly, "You are fine, you have always been fine."

Zhao Qing said indifferently, "You know that Jiang Aiguo and I are in the same school. The difference is that he studied experimental physics and I studied theoretical physics. What else can it be used for besides teaching or doing scientific research? But I just A graduate degree, if you don’t have a PhD, it will be difficult to work in a university or research laboratory.”

Wu Bo was silent, he didn't know how to comfort her.

Physics is a basic major and often requires a large amount of government policy investment, making it difficult to achieve industrialization.

Therefore, in general, whether in the United States or in China, the employment of physics graduates in industry is not ideal.

Unless they all have a doctorate and then go to a corresponding research institution to do research, or become a professor at a university, or go to a research institution such as the Academy of Sciences to do research.

In the United States, because most physicists have doctorates, their average annual salary is more than $100,000.

"Why did you come to the United States? To study or to study?" Zhao Qing said and smiled again, "I forgot, you are already so old, you can no longer study."

Both of them are in their thirties.

Wu Bo didn't seem to hear clearly what Zhao Qing was saying, and just asked seriously, "Why don't you come back to China with me? Really, with your ability, you will definitely make great progress when you return to China."

"Going back to China?" Zhao Qing laughed at himself, "Just to let people see how unlucky I am? I'm fine, you don't have to worry about me."

"No one dares to laugh at you!" Wu Bo stood up and said excitedly, "Just trust me, okay?"

Zhao Qing's expression changed, and he forced a smile and said, "What are you talking about? You can sleep here tonight, I will go next door."

After saying that, she opened the door and knocked on the door of the bedroom next door.

The Asian girl Wu Bo met for the first time welcomed Zhao Qing in.

Wu Bo was left alone in the room in a daze.