The time for registration came soon, Qingshan Niang prepared a lot for this day, first pulled the cloth, got two new clothes for Qingshan, and pickled a lot of pickles at home, I heard that those students who went to school would also give their own specialties or something, she went to exchange some small dates on the mountain with others......

Covering the roll is the top priority, Qingshan's impression of the university is still stuck in the modern process of pulling the suitcase into the door, and then paying the money and dividing the keys to the dormitory, I forgot that there is such a thing as a futon, and when I saw Qingshan Niang packing up, I also asked: "What are you doing with this?"

Looking at the army-green blanket roll with disgust, walking with this thing on his back was like a snail.

Qingshan Niang immediately laughed: "Mother's stupid son, how can you sleep without a bedding roll?"

This sentence stunned Aoyama for a moment, thought about it, and finally understood that the current university does not provide such things as bedding.

Yes, calculate the cost of going to college now, think about the money paid for college in modern times, the wool is out of the sheep, and you don't collect anything, so naturally you don't prepare anything, it's normal.

The family is not rich, and Qingshan has not said that he will buy it again, and in these years, every household has found someone to make their own bedding, otherwise they make it themselves, where is there a store that sells ready-made ones directly? Yes, it is not something that a family like them can afford casually.

Realizing his own predicament again, Qingshan was silent, these years, he changed to a light job, but he didn't think about whether his parents were tired or not, let alone how to share it for them.

If it weren't for the fact that the university in this era was basically provided by the state, he would probably have to put a heavy burden on his family.

"There are a few college students in these ten miles and eight towns, and I know that we are the only one in Aoyama, or Kyoto University, and we have to go to everything. ”

Among the relatives who rushed to hear the news, the brother-in-law made a speech on behalf of the people, and at the same time handed over all kinds of tickets, a large number of flowers, as if it was a huge amount of money.

"That's what everyone means, it's not much, it's a heart. The uncle couldn't refuse to stuff the ticket into Qingshan's hand, "Study hard, have a good job in the future, and we will have a light on our faces!"

The village chief also contributed some money on behalf of the village, indicating that his attitude was supportive. For such a glorious thing, the Qingshan family also set up a few tables, which made the whole village lively, and the educated youths were also hot.

When he walked out of Zhaojia Village, Qingshan was still thinking, he used to think that this village was not good or bad, poverty, ignorance, backwardness, every qiē was its sin, like a deep stinky quagmire, people couldn't wait to escape, but when they really left, they found that it was also simple, kind, sincere, willing to leave a thought for everyone who left, waiting for them to spread out outside, waiting for them to return to their roots one day.

Humayi north wind, over the south branch of the bird's nest.

Aoyama thought that maybe one day, he would come back too.

At that time, he may still dislike the poverty here, the lice that grow in the damp bedding, the rice grains that always seem to be unclean, the dark room that wastes his eyes, the yard that always seems to be covered with dust, the chickens and ducks that scream and the they pull, but he will also be rare, the green shade of the big trees in the courtyard, the red dates on the mountain, and the freedom to run freely in the four fields.

The so-called local feelings, probably like this, hate its soil, but because it is a township, the soil also has love.

This time the journey was much longer, and the uncle asked for leave to send Qingshan to go, and Zhao's father was not to be outdone, so he picked up the cover roll and followed.

Qingshan is the protagonist, but he has the least back, his army-green bag contains several of his own clothes, all of which are new, Qingshan Niang found someone to help make it, and made it before he left, and two pairs of shoes, cloth shoes with mille-feuille soles, the style is a little rustic, but it fits very comfortably.

The uncle also has a big bag in his hand, which contains all kinds of things that may be used prepared by Qingshan Niang, and the teacups and rice bowls are poured, but the heaviest ones are those cans of pickles and a large bag of small dates, full of nostalgic expectations.

All the way to the gate of the university, Zhao's father silently carried the blanket roll, not allowing Qingshan to carry it by himself, he was like a migrant worker who came to the city to work, full of awe of such a big city, even these people in the city seemed to be a level higher than him, he could only straighten his back, solemnly ssympathetic, guarding against possible dislike.

The bustling city has some colorful colors on this street in front of the university, with clothes of various colors, floral skirts, ruffled sleeves, and flared trousers, fashionable □□ mirrors for young people, and the dyed and permed hairstyle......

Zhao's father's eyes didn't glance, but his steps were slow, the uncle raised his sleeves and wiped his sweat, and after doing such an action, he felt that it was not appropriate, the faded clothes were not as bright as those people, and then made such an action, it became more and more unsophisticated, and when he heard the laughter on the side of the road, he didn't know if he was laughing at himself, so he blushed first.

Compared with Zhao's father and uncle's nervousness, Qingshan was much more generous, first stopped a person at the school gate to ask for directions, determined where the law department was registered, and then led Zhao's father and uncle over together, and took out the notice and household registration certificate and other things.

Shun Lì reported, assigned the key, and after knowing the dormitory number, Aoyama led the way to the dormitory building again.

Aoyama had never been to this school, the school he had used to be was not in this city, it was not such a good university, and out of some subtle pride, even though he had visited this city many times, he had never tried to enter the gate that did not charge admission.

At that time, he was probably like Zhao's father and brother-in-law now, he couldn't get rid of the breath of a hillbilly, even if the clothes on his body were not special, but he labeled himself in his heart, and he was afraid of such a threshold.

"If it's not from this school, don't go in", "What's so good, it's not all the same", "Study on your own, not on the school's signboard", "Is it possible that you will be superior to others when you come out of such a university?"

It was probably this thought that made him never enter this gate, and now, he himself was admitted, and he didn't feel any pride and pride when he walked in with his chest open, because that knowledge, just like a college student using calculus to embarrass a primary school student, even if it is his own knowledge, it still can't make people feel a sense of achievement.

Not now, and even less likely in the future.

Aoyama sighed deeply in his heart, the knowledge he has will only become more and more, more and more abundant, at the starting line, he has already thrown off everyone, how much meaning can the lead or victory obtained at that time be?

Out of this thought, he did not continue his studies in art, his calligraphy and painting level is already a master, it is better to learn more in other weak areas, and compete with his own efforts like everyone else.

Therefore, he chose the law, those boring legal provisions, which can allow him to invest more energy, and after learning the law well, he does not have to worry about eating in the future, and the lawyer is always a good and promising career.

If he wants to live a better life in this era of change, then he must understand the rules, so that he can talk about turning the rules into his own use.

"Hello, I'm ......"

The dormitory is a quadruple room, the kind of bunk bed, with a table for four people at the other end, and four cabinets squeezed into the other end of the bed, just enough to open and close.

Aoyama got to know the people in the dormitory, his name was full of rustic flavor, and he got a few kind smiles, and Aoyama laughed too, such exaggerated bell bottoms and waxed hairstyles, no matter how you look at it, it looks like a period drama on the stage, no matter where it is, it is a laugh.

Zhao's father and brother-in-law helped clean up Qingshan's bed with their hands and feet, and then they didn't say much like a gourd with a sawing mouth, or Qingshan remembered the small dates in the package that couldn't be stored for a long time, and took them out to share with everyone.

His bed is the lower bunk, pulling Zhao's father and uncle to sit down, two people who have never been to the university are infected by such a youthful breath and have some fresh breath, looking left and right, it seems that everything is fresh, but they don't dare to be too traced, just afraid to make people laugh.

After having a meal together in the university cafeteria at noon, Zhao's father and brother-in-law insisted on going back, firstly, because they did not have so much money for them to stay here for a long time, and secondly, they were also worried about their family. Aoyama sent them to the station, and when he left, he took them around the city, walked the streets that might be famous in the future, and imagined that he would buy a house here in the future, and give his family a city hukou seriously.

Father Zhao didn't dare to think so much, he looked at the old city walls and was about to go back, Qingshan quietly stuffed part of the ticket into the cloth bag in his arms, he was not a rural baby who had never been out, he knew how to live better in a big city, the identity of a college student was enough for him to be a tutor, and he didn't need to bring so much money to let the family eat chaff.

He knew that these words didn't make sense to Zhao's father, so he didn't say it, and quietly stuffed the money back for him, and when he went home and saw it, he wouldn't spend another amount of money to send it over.

In fact, it is also possible to send the money, but Aoyama knows that in the minds of his parents, it is extremely unsafe, and they will not choose to do that, so they can only keep it. Even if they don't spend it, that's their confidence.

Watching the train leave, thinking of the crowded carriage and the strange smell that came from nowhere, Qingshan knew that there was still a long way to go in his struggle, and the most difficult time had already been overcome, and in the future, it would get better and better.