Chapter 1: The Wedge

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Li Yifan stood on the streets of Mobei City, the capital of Northern Xinjiang Province, looking at the occasional Beijing 212 jeep and a few buses passing by, the crowd of people walking on the road and a few green uniforms passing by, listening to the sound of bicycle bells for a while, feeling very estranged and alienated from reality.

Seeing everything is like a membrane, like an illusion, a mirage, or watching an old documentary film, which cannot be well integrated into the vivid picture in front of you.

It's been 3 days back in the 80s, and Li Yifan still can't enter this life well, and his heart is full of faint sadness. Half of my mind is thinking about my family in my past life, and half of it is observing my surroundings,

But I don't know what to do.

I don't know what's wrong with God, I just watched a few time-traveling novels, and I was beaten back to the eve of the college entrance examination in 1987. Every day, there are so many heroes on the Internet who beg grandpa to tell grandma and want to wear it, but you are forgotten in an unknown corner. Li Yifan thought indignantly. Alas, don't think about it, you can't go back to your old life. Let's adapt to the current life as soon as possible.

I have to say that although my country was not rich in the 80s, the common people felt that it was a very beautiful era. To use a very fashionable word at the moment, it is a high happiness index.

At that time, the gap between the rich and the poor was not as big as it is today, and everyone didn't have to live in a rental house in the basement and still hear about other people's three-ring five-bedroom houses; everyone didn't have to look around looking for second-hand electric cars while also watching the Porsche and Maserati flying all over the streets; everyone didn't have to count how many other people's weddings and how many blind dates they could afford this month, and at the same time, they still watched in a daze as batches of flower-like juniors flew to the other side of the ocean to give birth to their second children; everyone didn't have to pinch ten yuan and eight yuan a day to find a roadside stall to fill their stomachs, and still listen to the national father-in-law in a daze"100 million" inspirational small goal.

At that time, everyone lived in a house divided into units, and the neighbors were basically colleagues. As soon as I went out, my eyes were full of acquaintances, walking all the way, saying hello all the way. I went to school with my friends, went home from school together, went crazy in the yard until 90 o'clock at night, and was carried home by my parents to sleep.

At that time, the communication basically relied on shouting, which little partner's parents shouted his name in the yard, and there would be a little friend who heard it to help pass the word, xxx, your parents/parents called you home for dinner. If you have anything to tell your partner, just stand on the balcony and shout, he can also appear on the balcony, and then we will happily shout in the air.

At that time, there was no air conditioning, but no one felt unbearable, there were no smartphones and WIFI, not even a phone, everyone relied on face-to-face communication, every night after eating, the whole building visited each other, children played games together, dads smoked and drank together and watched TV, mothers knitted sweaters together and chatted idly, who made a good meal will be sent to the neighbors one by one, often come home from school and find that several families have eaten a big pot of rice, who adults can't come back from the night shift to put the children at the neighbor's house, the neighbor has something to go out with the child, anyway, my neighbor's seven aunts and eight aunts I have been to。

At that time, a branch could play on the ground for half a day, although there was no scientific and technological content, but there was a lot of happiness, and there would be no sequelae such as myopia.

At that time, urban movies were always transmitting very positive energy. I still remember that the theme song of a movie sings, "We'll meet in another twenty years...... full of beautiful visions of life. I always follow that melody to imagine that in the twenty years of separation, everyone was gearing up to do their careers, and when they waited for goodbye, they were all fruitful and happy.

At that time, whenever someone wanted to get married, they would gather wood and make a few pieces of furniture by themselves. From painting walls and furniture, to buying candy and packing small bags by yourself, you have to do everything yourself. The movement of preparing for marriage can go on for months. Mix in that busyness, and follow the excitement all the way to the end of the wedding.

At that time, maybe it was because there was no network, no high technology, the interaction between people was real, not virtual, and it felt like the friends in our circle of friends were really living together, so there would be temperature.

Although if you think about it, people living in the 80s may have had a lot of troubles and sorrows, but they are still full of hope. Reminiscing about the time when it was not rich and beautiful.

Back at home, my parents hadn't gotten off work yet. Li Yifan picked up a cold cup on the folding table in the foyer, poured a cup of cold white open, drank it in a big gulp, and the feeling of being full of heat was swept away by the sweet cool white open.

He turned around and walked into his room. There is a single wooden bed, a writing desk, a small bookcase, a guitar standing next to the bookcase, and some star paintings collected by Li Yifan are pasted on the wall. There are some books neatly placed in the bookcase, including textbooks and other learning materials, as well as a few martial arts novels by Jin Yong and Gu Long, a few Go and Xiangqi chess games, and a set of Go next to it.

On the desk is a small table clock with a yellow wooden case, a brass movement, a glass cover at the front that can be opened, and two small holes for calibrating the time and winding the clock, which can travel for 15 days at a time. In addition to the table clock, there are several books and exercise books on the table. Put the green satchel on the desk, take off the coat, and lie down on the bunk. Alas, Li Yifan thought, since this is already the case, it is better to live this life well, and finally don't waste this opportunity given by God.

As soon as I realized that I was back in this era, I was about to face the college entrance examination, and there were only 63 days before the college entrance examination, and the countdown sign in the class was like a noose that was tightening the necks of my classmates every day, and the atmosphere in the class was getting more and more tense.

Li Yifan was stunned at the time, he had long forgotten what he had learned back then, but when he got the textbook and looked at it, the memories of his past life instantly merged with the memories of the present, not only did he not forget what he had learned, but he also did not lose the skills he mastered in later generations.

Although I didn't drive any gold fingers after being reborn, this is not bad, at least I don't have to learn basic skills such as driving a computer and playing the guitar. It seems that don't think about other things first, pay close attention to review, and get a good score is the main task at present. Yes, that's it, doing the right thing at the right time.

Li Yifan studied liberal arts, with average grades, and his class ranking fluctuated around 30, and he was later admitted to a key university in the province, which was later called a 211 college.

At that time, his grades in mathematics, geography, and history were average, and his grades in language and politics were poor, but because he had been a junior civil servant in later generations, and had received many years of education from the party, his political theory level had been significantly improved, and his long-term case work had also tempered Li Yifan's writing ability.

English thanks to the two wonderful teachers with distinct personalities in junior high school and high school that year, and laid a good foundation. Li Yifan's junior high school English teacher's mantra is that you don't need to waste time on oral reading, you just need to know how to do the questions, and you can get a good score in the high school entrance examination. So, Li Yifan was admitted to Mobei No. 2 Middle School with excellent results in accordance with the teacher's method.

Mobei No. 2 Middle School is the best high school in Mobei City, the capital of Northern Xinjiang Province, a two-level key middle school in Northern Xinjiang Province and Mobei City, and the first batch of exemplary ordinary senior high schools in Northern Xinjiang Province. Mobei No. 2 Middle School, formerly known as a private struggle middle school, was founded in 1942 by the patriotic general Fu Zuoyi in Hangjin County, Northern Xinjiang Province. In the spring of 1950, the school moved back to Mobei City, and in 1952, it was renamed "Mobei No. 2 Middle School".

As a result, Li Yifan was given a 2:0 in the first English class in high school, although the English teacher Zhou Fengming is a bit of a mother, but the English level is definitely second to none among the teachers in the city, speaking fluent oral English, and it is taught in English, just like a foreign teacher.

So Li Yifan was embarrassed, staring at him for a whole class, and the direct consequence was that Li Yifan gave most of his extracurricular time to English throughout the semester, and every day when he went home, he took a tape recorder commonly known as "half a brick" and read the text aloud. After joining the work, he often surfed the Internet and watched American dramas, and Li Yifan felt better about himself than he did in the college entrance examination.

After such a combing, Li Yifan felt that the future seemed to be bright, and if he worked hard, he still had hope of being admitted to a 985 college in the future.

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