The air in the hallways wasn't much better.

The social life of college students is generally disorganized.

Zhuo Qun walked down the stairs quickly, and it was not until he walked out of the dormitory building that he was able to breathe fresh air.

Notices from students are posted on the bulletin board outside, mostly with information on the transfer of items.

Zhuo Qun glanced at it, felt that it didn't make much sense, and began to walk outside the campus.

October is the most comfortable time of year in the capital.

Not as windy as in spring, with constant temperatures and sunny days.

The leaves of the trees on the campus have not yet begun to change color, and they are still lush and green.

There is no doubt that this is the "National University" where Zhuo Qun once studied.

He can clearly recall the moments of campus life from seeing all the scenes.

I remembered how I was here to find a dream that had never been realized.

I recalled how I spent the past four years with my roommates.

When did you start falling in love for the first time in your life......

It's just that from the library, the playground, the cafeteria, and the teaching building, he can't feel the characteristics of time at all.

These boxy buildings have an eternal quality that makes it impossible for him to tell what year it is.

And it is impossible to achieve this from the clothing and hairstyles of the many wanderers on campus.

Because there is not much difference between the young men and women on campus and the college students in 2019 in terms of clothing and appearance.

But just when he walked to the east gate of the school, the most essential difference of the times suddenly woke up Zhuo Qun.

That is, he suddenly realized that no one had fiddled with his phone along the way, and he had not seen any trace of his laptop.

Obviously, this clue proves that the time span is huge, and he shouldn't leave anything to chance.

Sure enough, the scene outside the school shocked Zhuoqun even more.

The road directly opposite the school gate has not been widened, and there is no iron fence in the middle of the road.

On both sides are tall poplar trees, and the wind blows the leaves and sways.

Although there are many cars on the road, compared to the huge army of cars in 2019, it is simply a smooth paradise.

The most amazing thing is the taxi that shuttles back and forth in Beijing, which should have been eliminated a long time ago, and is known as the "locust".

Occasionally, you can see an empty Red Fukang or Red Xiali.

And the tall buildings that should have stood opposite the school are gone.

Along with supermarkets, banks, fast food restaurants, and telecommunications offices, they are completely gone.

So much so that it is still a row of bungalows converted into bottom merchants.

There is only one popular restaurant called "Yongle Restaurant", a Xinhua bookstore and a Kodak color printing shop.

However, at the entrance of these shops, there are two new clusters of public telephone booths.

God!

The facts are obvious, this is the real environment around the east gate of the school when he first studied here.

This should be...... The nineties of the last century.

But what year is it?

Is he a senior, or is it a junior?

There may be only one simple way to solve this problem once and for all.

Zhuo Qun strode towards the open-air newsstand next to the bus stop on the north side of the school gate.

The stall was temporary.

Dozens of newspapers and magazines hung from a rope between two poplar trees.

The owner is an old man with a straw hat.

As soon as Zhuo Qun came over with straight eyebrows, he knew that business was coming.

So he asked without waiting for him to speak.

"What do you want, young man?"

Zhuo Qun recognized "Reader", "Health and Beauty", "Computer Enthusiast", "Securities Market Weekly", and "Youth Weekly" from the wire at a glance......

These were once best-selling magazines.

He unconsciously bit his lip.

"Newspaper, I want today's newspaper!"

The old man thought he was not accurate.

"What newspaper?"

Zhuo Qun said, "Yes." ”

The old man was a little surprised, and his voice became louder.

"What do you want?"

And Zhuo Qun reiterated very persistently.

"Yes, today's newspaper, all of them!"

So the uncle didn't ask anymore, and happily handed over six or seven copies.

But it was only then that Zhuo Qun realized a problem.

He doesn't even have a mobile phone these days, what do you pay for?

Does he have money on himself?

Hurry up and flip through your pockets.

Luckily, there's money in the pants.

Not much, though.

Except for a twenty dollar magnetic phone card.

There were only fifty dollars, three ten-dollar bills, and a five-dollar ticket and a few gross bills.

But he doesn't have to worry about the embarrassment of not being able to pay.

Just hand over a piece of ten dollars.

Without waiting for the old man to find money, Zhuo Qun couldn't wait to look at the newspaper to find the answer.

Coincidentally, the first one was his own unit's newspaper, "Urban Youth Daily".

So he skillfully identified the date of the day in reverse white letters from a blue road under the masthead.

11 October 1996.

Oh my!

He had to admit what had happened.

He once almost died suddenly in the utility room of the newspaper office, but instead of dying, he returned to the capital in 1996.

Now he has just finished his (Jun) training, is in his freshman year, and is still four years away from graduation.

Although he couldn't think of a plausible explanation at all, not even the most far-fetched reason.

But that's just the way it is!

No wonder he walked out of the school at a brisk pace of almost a kilometer, but without the slightest breathlessness.

No wonder he was now so excited and hungry that he felt like he could eat a cow.

No wonder he always had a subtle touch in his heart when he saw a girl with a slender figure and a delicate face.

Because he's only eighteen!

The age of the blood and the strong!

There can be no other reason, that's the verdict.

At this moment, the newspaper in Zhuo Qun's hand was wet.

He touched his forehead, and then he unconsciously realized that his head was covered in sweat.

But under impulse, he still did not stop exploring, trying to calm himself down.

He took out the phone card again, and walked to the pay phone across the road in an extremely complicated mood.

From memory, he dialed the phone number that had never changed at his parents' house, which was far away in the northeast.

"Hey, who are you?"

A familiar voice took the phone, and there was annoyance in his tone.

Zhuo Qun heard very clearly that this was a mother who was forced to stay at home.

He knew better in his heart that as the years passed, her frustration would only intensify as jobs became harder to find and prices rose.

"Mom, are you okay?"

Zhuo Qun was just a tentative sentence.

Unexpectedly, his mother's troubles were immediately swept away, and his voice became gentle.

"Son, oh, why did you call home at this time today? Are you homesick? Not adjusting to college life?"

"I ...... I'm alright, how are you doing?"

"We're not just like that, Mom will take half of her salary now and stay at home every day, fortunately, your dad is a teacher, and our family's life is ...... Hey, son, do you have something to do, do you need money? If you have something, you have to tell your mother, you are studying for a serious matter, and your mother will find a way. Our family is better than those double workers in the factory......"

With such a mother's love, Zhuo Qun couldn't help but be moved.

He suddenly realized that he seemed to be too numb in the past to pay attention to these details that should not have been indifferent.

Coincidentally, it was at this time that a cassette tape and CD seller came to the school gate.

In order to solicit business, the kid pressed the button of the tape recorder.

So a song that was sung from north to south of the river fluttered on both sides of the road.

"Dear Mom and Dad, how are you? I'm busy with work now, how are you doing? I'm doing well now, Mom and Dad don't worry too much, although I rarely write letters, in fact, I miss home......

This background music like BGM naturally makes Zhuo Qun feel more emotional, and only adds emotion.

And just when he felt that his eyes were slightly moist, he couldn't help but be stunned.

Because he found that behind the yellow phone, the mirror-like stainless steel reflected his appearance.

Really, very, very young.