The dormitory number should be 2 # 407, Jiang Che hasn't gone out to verify it yet, but he thinks he shouldn't be mistaken.

It had taken half a night and a whole morning, and he was now quite sure that he was back—reborn, to be exact.

It's just that things are too incredible, and the thoughts are inevitably a little chaotic and trance-like, just like facing a scratch-off lottery ticket, not daring to reveal it at once.

It was an eight-person room with bunk beds and a few old desks in the middle.

Five of the seven roommates were present, four of them were playing "upgrades", playing cards crackling, and the remaining one was holding a white enamel cup, standing by and watching, pointing out from time to time.

"Jiang Che, are you awake, it's time to get up for lunch." ”

Roommate Zheng Xinfeng pasted a note all over his face, turned his head to blow, fluttered, and shouted.

On the upper bunk on the right hand side of the door, Jiang Che was still wrapped in a quilt, facing the wall, lying sideways.

The lime on the wall of Zhang Min's pictorial is peeling off, some are mottled, and there are all kinds of messy handwriting on the wall, some of which are left by predecessors, and some of which are written by Jiang Che in the past two years.

He's been looking for it twice just now, but he still can't find those four words - Never Lose My Love. This is the name of one published by Wang Shuo in 1989, and a few years later, it will be made into a movie by Feng Xiaogang.

On the night of January 19, 1992, eighteen-year-old Jiang Che would shed tears and write these four words on the wall.

At that time, he was young and immature, and he once thought that the first love that ended that day was the love of his life.

It was only later that he realized how ignorant and ridiculous his thoughts were, but unfortunately it was too late, and this incident affected him to make a decision, and that decision changed the direction of his life......

Life is like this, the source of many major things is often inconspicuous at the time. The so-called character determines fate, in fact, it lies in the stage of character growth, many of us have made too important decisions when our character is not yet mature.

Since the words haven't been written yet, the female classmate named Ye Qiongzhen should still be my girlfriend for two years......

Do you want to make a pit? For example, plant one, and then wait until you find out, it's none of my business.

Thinking of the pit man, Jiang Che's mind suddenly became lively, and he sat up, ready to ask his roommate for the specific date and time.

When he looked up, he found that there was a thick torn calendar hanging behind the door of the dormitory.

[Friday, January 17, 1992]

There are only two days left?! Jiang Che thought, it seems that he has to hurry.

A roommate walked over, raised his hand and tore off two pages, rubbed it, threw it into the trash, and muttered: "I forgot to tear it for two days, and at first glance it scared me, and I thought I had missed half a day of class." ”

[Sunday, January 19, 1992]

Jiang Che froze for a moment and muttered, "Fuck, it's just today...... He was dumped as soon as he was reborn. ”

Yes, he will be dumped today, because that classmate Ye has already decided to stay in school, but Jiang Che has not.

"Poof...... What's wrong? Lie down all morning without saying a word, and with this expression, you can't be sick, right?"

Zheng Xinfeng was still holding a handful of cards in his hand, and a face full of notes appeared on the edge of the bed, tilting his head, blowing on the notes, and talking.

Jiang Che stretched out his hand and ripped off all the notes on his face...... Vaguely familiar, young face, with the breath of the nineties.

All of a sudden, it all came true.

"It's okay, it's the weekend, that's it. ”

Jiang Che smiled and began to get dressed, first a white shirt, then a black sweater, with two twisted patterns on it, pants, I think it should be the first pair of jeans in his life, I saved money for a few months to buy it, and the color is a little white.

"It's okay," Zheng Xinfeng turned around and said, "You all saw it, I didn't get the note off myself." Forget it, let's get it all down, it's time to eat after this fight...... Yes, I'll tell you about several of these fried ones. ”

Jiang Che climbed out of bed, put on the pull-back white sneakers, poured the last bit of water from the painted iron hot water bottle, and drank it.

There was no hot water, so he simply didn't bring a washbasin, hung a towel on his shoulder, took a tooth cup, and went straight to the water room.

It's already meals, and he's the only one in the water room.

"Poof. ”

Holding the cold tap water in both hands and plopping on the face again and again, the cold air penetrated into the skin, making people sober and calm.

Jiang Che walked to a mirror with transparent glue attached to the wall with a face of water droplets, looked up, and took a look.

The mirror was worn, scratched in many places, and there was a diagonal crack in the middle, which split his entire face in half.

But Jiang Che still clearly saw that his eighteen-year-old face, water droplets glided, clean and pure, the bridge of the nose was high, the skin was fair, even the eyes were transparent and clear, and the eyelashes were hung with water droplets, which were very long.

"It's nice to see you again", Jiang Che smiled at the face in the mirror, his teeth were white and his smile was bright, "Now, it's the beginning of 1992. Any idea what that means?"

"This means that your hands are full of king bombs. ”

More than 20 years later, there will be a person surnamed Lei who said: As long as you stand in the wind, pigs can fly. You will also be asked: Are you ok?

It's the early 90s, an era of change, and there are outlets everywhere, as long as you stand on it, you can fly.

It is true that there are a lot of seemingly impossible people who have inexplicably taken off in this era, and of course, you'd better not be so piggy, because this era has buried a lot of people like the same, including a lot of people who seem to be supposed to succeed.

Many people who have experienced this era look back many years later, and they can't help but feel that they didn't understand at the time and missed too many opportunities.

However, the people who are in it at the moment actually don't understand what kind of era they are in.

It is difficult, if not impossible, for us to define the good and bad of an era, because they are often accompanied, just like the fact that the vast majority of people cannot be simply defined as good or bad.

Some people later liked to think of the early 90s as the last journey of that innocent era.

Someone later remembered that you liked someone at that time, not because he had a house and a car, but because that afternoon, the sun was good, and he wore a white shirt.

However, Wang Xiaobo said: Everything is irretrievably moving towards vulgarity.

This is the era of two sides that have been divided and divided, different groups of people, standing on both sides of simplicity and chaos.

On one side is the world dominated by traditional workers, peasants, and petty citizens, and on the other side is the new class of wanderers, crooks, elites, heroes, tyrants, and bastards.

Jiang Che, who was once eighteen years old, was immature and innocent, and now Jiang Che, who has returned, has an equally youthful face, but in fact, he has already become no longer simple in the years of life and training.

"Jiang Che, Jiang Che of 407, is Jiang Che here?"

In this era, it is basically by shouting, Jiang Che suddenly heard her voice, Ye Qiongzhen stood slim downstairs, wearing a white jacket, combing a ponytail, and looking upstairs.

Jiang Che glanced through the glass window of the water room, and at this moment, from her calm and natural demeanor and demeanor, she really couldn't see at all that she was here to mention the breakup, and the reason was so direct.

They are secondary school students, secondary school teachers, so they are about to graduate in half a year.

Many later people do not know that there has been such a stage in this country, secondary school students are very, very good, especially in rural areas and small and medium-sized cities, the general class, the difficulty and sense of glory of being admitted to secondary school, including joy, are far more than being admitted to key high schools.

Jiang Che's 92 graduating batch of secondary school students is probably the tail stage of this phenomenon, and then the situation suddenly changed and took a sharp turn, this secondary school diploma that once made them proud will bring them great trouble in their later work and life.

In this life, I can't suffer this loss anymore, and I will be mixed with a secondary school diploma for a lifetime. Also, why do you have to go to the university?

The shouting from downstairs continued.

Jiang Che was not in a hurry, he first took the time to think about the question of taking the university entrance examination, and had no clue, and then on the way back to the dormitory to put his things, he probed over the guardrail of the corridor and responded with a smile: "I'll come in a while." ”

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