My 1999

The dormitory is about 20 square meters, with ten cabinets on both sides of the door.

Next to it are two rows of iron frame beds with upper and lower levels, plus one in the middle of the corridor. The entire 303 houses ten people.

Ten young men were crammed into a small space, and it was still winter when the windows were basically closed. You can imagine the smell.

However, there are only ten people in the entire No. 6 Middle School dormitory, and there is no way to adjust them.

Seeing a group of people gathered around the window, Zhang Dahai's eyes lit up as he followed behind.

He rushed over with a 'pop'.

"Did you see it? Did you see it?"

"Zhang Dahai, don't crowd, don't crowd."

At the front, the short man holding a small telescope suddenly said.

"I saw it."

The guy behind him exploded instantly.

"Where is it? Let me see."

"Give it to me, it's my turn."

Xu Liang saw this and couldn't help shaking his head and laughing.

The men's and women's dormitories of No. 6 Middle School are separated by about fifty meters, so the biggest fun in the adjacent boys' dormitory is to peek at the girls' dormitory at night.

Even just a blurry figure hitting the window can excite these adolescent boys for a long time.

He used to be one of them, but now he just finds it interesting.

Put the book on the bed, pick up your own iron thermos, fill up the water to wash your feet, and brush your teeth at the same time.

Entering the large bathroom, Xu Liang was glad that it was not summer.

Otherwise, hundreds of naked people would be crowded here to take a bath, and cold water would flow all over the bathroom, making it impossible to even brush their teeth.

Of course, he was once one of them.

When I returned to the dormitory, I didn't disturb them but remained determined. I looked at the handsome men across from me with a small telescope. I simply wiped my feet and climbed up to the second floor of the iron bed on the left side of the door.

This is his bed.

He lay on the quilt and sighed.

After thirty years of life, I always like to recall the green years of high school.

But when I was truly reborn, I realized that the hard life of high school was not good at all.

How do you say that.

Go to bed later than a dog and wake up earlier than a chicken.

Prison-like life, stick-like education.

Absolute love, no fancy clothes.

I was beaten by the teacher at school, and I had to go through a mixed doubles fight with my parents when I got home.

This is the high school of about two thousand years ago. No one talks about reducing the burden, and everything is focused on learning.

For Xu Liang, an adult who has lived for forty years, his high school years are best left in memory rather than experienced again.

boom.

The door was suddenly pushed open.

A tall man with a long face walked in excitedly.

"Brother Liang, where is your radio?"

Looking at Yang Haojian running to his bedside, he remembered that his dream after graduation was to drive a big car, but he didn't know whether he realized it or not.

He turned around and handed over the small radio placed on the bedside.

Most high school students with decent family conditions have this thing. You can play tapes and listen to music and radio programs in it. It is a rare entertainment in the difficult high school life.

Yang Haojian took it, took out a tape from his pocket and inserted it.

"Did you buy it?" Xu Liang said.

"I borrowed it from Lao Guo of the Fourth Class. It definitely sounds good."

Seeing the silly look on his face, Xu Liang couldn't help but feel a little more curious.

I just wanted to ask a few questions.

The lights in the dormitory suddenly went out.

"Lights out, go to bed now. It's time for my boss to come and check the ward later."

Everyone put away the small telescope without finishing, quickly climbed into bed and lay down.

"Why doesn't the school install curtains for us? This is blatant discrimination."

"Even if there are no curtains, the windows in the girls' dormitory are covered with frosted glass, and you still can't see clearly."

Because the winter vacation was coming soon, everyone was very chatty.

"By the way, why didn't Laoban come today?"

"Tomorrow is the day off. My boss is probably at home with his wife and has no time to care about us."

"Brothers." Yang Haojian's voice sounded, "I got a good tape today, can you play it for you guys to listen to?"

"What tape? It's not just listening to music again..."

Before he finished speaking, a deep and sinister bass was heard, echoing in the dark dormitory.

"Please don't paint my face."

Xu Liang suddenly realized.

"So that's it."

Since 1997, "Zhang Zhen Storytelling", which started on Liaoning Radio Station, has become popular in major campuses across the country.

Xu Liang was so frightened by the 'pair of embroidered shoes' inside that he did not dare to go to the toilet at night, so he remembered it deeply.

Later, it was reported that Zhang Zhen was frightened to death by his own ghost story, and it was later found out that it was just hype.

Come back again and listen to this ghost story again.

He didn't feel scared at all, but instead felt like reliving the beauty of the past.

Everyone in 303, who had experienced the torture of a ghost story for the first time, was quickly attracted by this refreshing thing, and the noisy dormitory quickly became quiet.

After listening for a while, Xu Liang lost interest.

It's hard for such a simple ghost story to shake the nerves of a veteran like him.

He got into his bed, turned on the flashlight and started reading the history book he brought back.

Although the requirements for cultural courses for art students are not high, there are still requirements.

Take advantage of the time now to lay a solid foundation. If you get busy in the future, you may not have time.

Time passed little by little, and I didn't rest until one o'clock in the morning.

…

At five o'clock the next morning, Xu Liang got up on time.

At this time, the dormitory had opened, and I came to the playground and started running laps slowly.

Although your physical fitness is different from ordinary people due to rebirth, you still need to maintain it.

Only those who have experienced back pain and weakness in middle age can know how valuable a good body is in the vigorous youth and youth.

Winter is not summer. In the cold and dry weather, there are not many people who have the perseverance to get up early to run, but there are quite a few who play basketball.

The surging power in his body gave Xu Liang the urge to run wildly.

After taking a deep breath, I finally suppressed it.

There are no bathrooms in high school. If he is sweating profusely from running, there will be no place to take a shower.

I ran slowly, perfecting my plan to sell Spring Festival couplets in my mind.

Half an hour later, I went directly to the classroom.

The morning self-study ended at forty-five minutes. After breakfast, there were four classes in the morning.

After four classes, it was officially a holiday.

I put away the books and papers on Chinese language, history and other subjects, finished my last lunch, and left the school with the flow of people.

At this time, there was already a sea of ​​people at the school gate.

A large number of buses lined the roadside for hundreds of meters.

The conductor shouted at the top of his lungs.

"Yanghe, if you are going to Yanghe, hurry up and get on the bus. It will leave soon."

"He Guan, is there anyone else going to He Guan?"...

Not caring about admiring this familiar scene, I quickly found a car going to Yanghe and climbed on it.

There are students like him everywhere.

As stuffed as sardines.

If he hadn't been anxious to go home and plan his plan to sell Spring Festival couplets, he would never have left at this time.

It’s so crowded.

After more than ten minutes, seeing that it could no longer be filled, the conductor, who was still not satisfied, got on the bus.

After the driver leaves the bus, the conductor starts collecting money from front to back.

Three yuan for twenty kilometers.

In Xu Liang's memory, within three to five years, it would become five yuan, and then seven yuan.

He didn't know about it after that. At that time, he had his own car and rarely took the bus anymore.