Rebirth of the God-level Xueba

Unlike the fanfare when he returned to his hometown, Yang Rui was as low-key and simple as possible when he returned to Beijing.

As usual, the father just sent it out, and the mother stuffed a bag full of food and clean clothes as usual.

Cousin Duan Hang drove Yang Rui all the way to Nanhu Railway Station in a jeep, then called his second aunt Song Yan to help him settle down, and then left with a smile.

Yang Rui waited in the soft-seat waiting room for 30 minutes before he saw Cao Baoming and He Cheng who were traveling with him. The others all went to school sooner or later, some had already started school, and some couldn't stay at home anymore.

If Cao Baoming and He Cheng hadn't been waiting for Yang Rui, they would have gone back a long time ago.

After getting on the train, Cao Baoming looked comfortable and said, "Finally I'm out of the house, why didn't I feel so uncomfortable staying at home before."

He Cheng was busy putting his luggage away, glared at him, and said, "A son doesn't think his mother is ugly, and a dog doesn't think his family is poor."

"I don't think my family is poor. We are now in college. After two years of graduation, I will take all the family members out, work hard, and share a big house... Bah, you are a dog." Cao Baoming Refuting and refuting, suddenly felt wrong.

Yang Rui's luggage was simple, stuffed on the top of the carriage, reclined down, and felt relaxed, and said with a smile: "Old Cao means that it is inconvenient at home, so don't expand it."

"That is to say, there is no electric light at home, and I go to bed at seven o'clock in the evening, and I have to go to the dark to pee. It's not me, the countryside is really hard. It can't be compared with the city, and it can't be compared with Beijing." Cao Baoming said with emotion. Thousands of appearances.

He Cheng muttered, and said, "You are lying on the couch, and others have to stand. How do you say this? Otherwise, you should give up your seat."

Cao Baoming laughed, and changed the topic: "Hey, there are so many people, how can I let you come here? Don't tell me, Li Xuegong studied at the Railway Academy. It's really good. If he returns to Nanhu in the future, he probably won't be able to do so in a few years." Allotted to a big house."

The light in the soft-seat carriage was half-bright and half-dark, and when the curtain was drawn, the light from the station came through instead.

The platform is always full of people, carrying big bags and small bags, trying their best to squeeze into the carriage.

At this time, people’s luggage is more than doubled on average than 30 years later, and fewer people use luggage storage. Most people have to carry bags or boxes weighing dozens of kilograms, which makes the compartment not only crowded, but also There is even so much luggage that people have no place to stay.

Those who were lucky enough to buy a ticket rushed to get on the bus to find a good place for their luggage. The luggage rack above my seat is undoubtedly the best, convenient and safe, but if I don’t rush to get on the bus in the top 100, I basically have no chance to put my luggage on the luggage rack, or even want to stuff my luggage under the seat. Also have to run faster than most people.

However, those passengers who did not buy a reserved car just rushed to get on the car just for peace of mind, or to find a convenient place to squat.

On the train in the 1980s, it was considered lucky to be able to squat all the way. As for the scalper tickets that can buy seats with money, or the high-speed trains that arrive at the station in a few hours, they are only legendary products that are difficult for ordinary people to touch, a kind of criticism in literary works to prove the superiority of socialism , a popularization of science fiction to prove the superiority of socialism.

Even though there were only four beds in the soft sleeper box, He Cheng compulsively put his luggage away before he relaxed, turned his head to continue the previous topic, and asked: "Old Cao, you have been powered on since you were a sophomore in high school, right?

I'm not willing to use it. "

Cao Baoming said angrily: "Twenty-eight thousand dollars, are you willing to use it?"

"We're not that expensive."

In the 1980s, rural electricity bills were more expensive than urban electricity bills. Even so, the village had to pay part of its own money to connect electricity. Have to pay more.

Twenty-eight cents a kilowatt-hour of electricity is a little less than thirty years later. Considering the difference in income by a hundred times, the cost of electricity is also a hundred times worse.

Cao Baoming hated this, and said with his finger: "The electric light at home is 100 watts, and the 60 watts don't work at all. My father can't afford to lose that person. He just loses money when he uses it, three cents an hour. If the family does not come to visit, no one is willing to turn on the lights. Since the eighth day of the eighth day, everyone has been visiting during the day, you can’t let other people burn the lamps for you, don’t you think?”

"Three cents is really expensive." He Cheng clicked his tongue twice. You can buy a pack of cheap cigarettes for three cents.

Cao Baoming said again: "My mother got me a small desk lamp and let me read at night. I read it all day and thought about it. It's not that I can't read it during the day. Why waste that money. So, I have been reading books for a few days. Sleepy when it is dark, wake up at dawn, more punctual than a crowing rooster."

All three laughed.

He Cheng also said: "Our place is similar. Several families bought TVs and washing machines, but they didn't want to use them, so they covered them with cloth. They are still like everyone else. They wash their own clothes, and the washing machines are left unused and used as furniture."

"I'm also afraid of the power consumption."

"Washing powder is also expensive, no matter what, it feels like a waste."

"Life in Beijing is better. The electric lights in the dormitory can be used as long as you want. Although the canteen sells big pot dishes, there are many kinds of dishes, and the varieties are complete. Fresh vegetables from all over the country are shipped. Here we come, in Hedong Province, except for some fresh vegetables saved for a few days during the Spring Festival, we usually only have radishes, cabbage, potatoes and sweet potatoes..."

After complaining to each other for a while, the train started.

Another passenger in the carriage didn't get on the train until evening, but he was a middle-aged cadre in his 40s, and he had nothing in common with Yang Rui and others.

Nothing to say all night.

The next night, when the train arrived at Beijing Station, the Crown car sent by Zeneca took the three of them to school.

It was getting late, and there was no mobile phone to take pictures of the paparazzi at this time. Yang Rui generously let the car drive into the campus, and then moved the luggage into the dormitory with the driver.

The 1984 Crown car logo itself is a pass, not to mention the foreign capital black card of Zeneca. The guards at the gate not only did not stop, but also saluted seriously.

The students who came and went just pretended to be another second-generation official in the capital to show off. Wen Qing said "hum" and angry youth said "Bah", no one paid attention to it.

Dong Zhicheng was the only one in the dormitory. This old man seemed to be living in the upper bunk by the window. He poked his head out and saw that Yang Rui had returned, so he greeted him. Then he slipped his head back into the gray mosquito net and said: " Brother Rui is back, how is home? Have you read the book? These two issues of "Harvest" are really rewarding."

"Oh? How did you gain something?" Yang Rui chatted while packing his luggage.

"There was an article introducing authors. I borrowed several books according to the names in it, such as Yu Hua's, Wang Shuo's, Mo Yan's..."

"They are all contemporary writers." Yang Rui replied casually.

Feeling very excited, Dong Zhicheng sat up on the upper bunk and asked, "Brother Rui also likes contemporary writers? I think contemporary writers are good. It doesn't mean that previous writers were not good, or that they feel a bit jerky, like Lu Xun. , Mao Dun..."

"I don't read novels very much." Yang Rui hurriedly interrupted him, and the topic started to chat, but the spring rain was endless.

Dong Zhicheng let out an "oh" in disappointment, and said again: "I'll always read some. Whose novel do you like the most?"

Yang Rui turned his mind around and said hesitantly, "I've only seen Lu Xun and Mo Yan's."

Those who have read Lu Xun are because it is in the textbook, and those who have read Mo Yan are because he won the Nobel Prize. It is not easy for a university experiment dog to see this level. It's become a green dog.

Dong Zhicheng, as a student of the Department of Physics, let alone how well he read theoretically, Wen Qing’s illness is not serious, so he couldn’t help but sighed, and said, “Brother Rui, it’s not me who said, you are good at reading books, but literary works still need to be read.” Read well, people say that university is a good place to cultivate sentiment, how can you cultivate sentiment without reading... The writer you chose is also interesting, let’s not talk about Lu Xun, why did you read Mo Yan as soon as you read it, you should make a reading plan .”

The 1980s was a period of serious epidemics of Wenqing, and Wenqing 30 years later can be called impetuous even at this time.

Yang Rui was also slightly affected by the current university atmosphere, and couldn't help thinking: I was busy doing experiments before, but now I really should stop and read some books that cultivate my sentiment.

Thinking of this, Yang Rui raised his head and said, "Please recommend me some books."

"No problem, I'll make a list for you, and you can use it as a reference." Dong Zhicheng patted his uneven head again, and said, "I forgot to say, there is a letter for you, Mao Qiming will help you." I took it back and put it in your drawer."

"Oh, thank you." Yang Rui opened the drawer and took out the envelope on the outermost surface.

The sender is "Chinese Medicine Foreign Trade".

Yang Rui frowned slightly, and tore it open to see, but it was an invitation letter:

Dear Mr. Yang Rui:

In order to further promote international cooperation, promote the development of global medical and biological fields, and exchange research results between each other, our company decided to host the eighth

"International Congress on Medical Bioengineering". The conference will provide a world-class information exchange platform for experts, professors, scholars, and engineers from domestic and foreign universities, research institutes, enterprises and institutions, and discuss the problems and trends faced by related fields.

This conference will be held in Beijing on April 12th. In view of your research and achievements in related fields, the organizing committee of the conference specially invites you to exchange and discuss. If you have a speech title, please send us your speech title and detailed abstract by mail before April 1. Without a speech title and detailed abstract, we will not be able to arrange conference speeches, please understand.

In addition, we arranged Fragrant Hills Hotel as a reception, accommodation and meeting place...

The final signature is China Pharmaceutical Foreign Trade Corporation.

Yang Rui blinked, and then took another look, he couldn't believe that Guoyi Foreign Trade had such good intentions.

The International Medical Bioengineering Conference is a serious international academic exchange meeting, which belongs to the high-level category.

Don't look at Beijing in the early 1980s with one conference every three days and three small conferences in two days. Busy hotels couldn't book extra beds, and all the corridors were full of people sleeping, like a top-tier hospital. But if you count them one by one, there are not many conferences that can be called high-level. If they are divided into individual fields, one conference a year is considered too many.

After 30 years, big cow-level scholars will participate in conferences around the world. Today they will run in the United States, and tomorrow they will come to Turkey. There is no time for busy travel. If the international conferences held in China are not awarded prizes, they will not even be given weight. They even didn't bother to participate in the awards at the top level, so they sent their disciples and lackeys to attend.

Yang Rui's tutor for master's degree students back then was average, and he was qualified to participate in an international conference held in Guilin...

But in 1984, there were too few scholars qualified to go abroad, and everyone was staring at the international conferences held in China. At this time, these things can be counted as qualifications.

Since it is an international conference, it is necessary to invite international scholars to participate. The seats are already tight. Domestic scholars are ranked according to their seniority, and top-ranking scholars have to line up to eat Guoguo. You will go to this one, and I will come to the next one...

Even though Yang Rui heard the news that the "International Medical Bioengineering Conference" was contracted by a central enterprise, he didn't take it to heart. He never thought that the conference was contracted by TCM Foreign Trade, and it was far from a harmonious TCM company. Foreign trade, unexpectedly gave him a quota.

Just eating, drinking and sleeping for free at Xiangshan Hotel for a few days was already a rare benefit in the 1980s.

Yang Rui picked up the letter and read it again, convinced that it was not a prank, and he didn't care what the foreign trade of traditional Chinese medicine was for. His eyes fell on the middle part again, and he read silently: If you have a speech topic, please submit your speech topic before April 1st. and a detailed summary by mail to us.

"It seems there is still time." Yang Rui pinched his chin, thinking thoughtfully.

"Look at the book list I wrote. If you have any ideas, I'll change it." Dong Zhicheng wrote the book list confidently, and handed it to Yang Rui in person with his feet on the rare occasion.

Yang Rui picked it up and took a look, only to see more than a dozen book titles densely packed, some long and some short, some domestic and some foreign.

After reading so many books, the time must be too late. Between cultivating sentiment and experimental research, Yang Rui quickly made a trade-off.

He folded the list of books "shua", put it in his pocket, and said with a smile, "I'll start reading it as soon as I have time, and I'll tell you after I finish it."

"Okay, okay." Dong Zhicheng said excitedly: "You don't need to finish reading, you can chat with me anytime."

Yang Rui patted Dong Zhicheng's shoulder, nodded heavily, and said nothing.