Unlike the fanfare when he returned to his hometown, Yang Rui was as low-key and simple as possible when he returned to Beijing. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

As usual, my father just sent him out of the house, and my mother stuffed a bag of food and washed clothes.

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

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

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

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

He Cheng was busy putting away his luggage, glared at him, and said, "The son is not ugly, and the dog is not poor." ”

"I don't think my family is poor, we are in college now, and when we graduate in two years, I will take all the family out, work hard, and share a big house...... Phew, you're the dog. Cao Baoming retorted and retorted, and suddenly felt that something was wrong.

Yang Rui's luggage was simple, stuffed into the carriage, reclining down, and feeling relaxed, and said with a smile: "Lao Cao means that it is inconvenient at home, don't expand it." ”

"That is to say, there is no electric light at home, I go to bed at 7 o'clock at night, and I have to pee in the dark. It can't be compared with the city, and it can't be compared with Beijing. Cao Baoming looked full of emotion.

He Cheng pouted and said, "You lie in a soft sleeper, and others have to stand, how do you say this? Otherwise, you should give up your position." ”

Cao Baoming laughed, and changed the topic: "Hey, there are so many people, where did I let them come, don't say it, Li Xuegong's Railway College is really good, if he returns to Nanhu in the future, it is estimated that he will be able to get a big house in a few years." ”

The lights of the soft seat carriages are half-bright and half-dim, and when the curtain is opened, the light from the station comes through.

The platform is always full of people, carrying large bags and small bags, desperately squeezing into the carriage.

At this time, people's luggage is more than twice as much as after 30 years, and there are fewer people using luggage, and most people have to carry dozens of pounds of bags or boxes, so that there are not only many people in the carriage, but even more luggage so 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 spot for their luggage. The luggage rack above my seat is undoubtedly the best, convenient and safe, but if you don't get on the bus in the first 100 places, you will have no chance to put your luggage in the luggage rack, and even if you want to stuff your luggage under the seat, you have to run faster than most people.

However, those passengers who have not bought a reserved carriage are just trying to get on the bus for peace of mind, or to find a convenient place to stay and squat.

On the train in the 80s, it was good luck to be able to squat all the way. As for scalper tickets that can buy seats for money, or high-speed trains that only take a few hours to arrive at the station, they are only legendary products that are difficult for ordinary people to access, one is criticized in literary works to prove the superiority of socialism, and the other is popularized in science fiction works to prove the superiority of socialism.

Although there were only four beds in the soft sleeper box, He Cheng still forced to put the luggage away first, then relaxed, turned his head to continue the previous topic, and asked: "Lao Cao, you will have electricity when you are in the second year of high school in your village, are you reluctant to use it?" ”

Cao Baoming said angrily: "Two cents and eight kilowatt-hours of electricity, are you willing to use it?"

"We're not that expensive. ”

In the 80s, the rural electricity bill was more expensive than the urban electricity bill, and that's it, the village had to pay part of the money to pull the electricity, and if it couldn't pay 800 yuan, the power supply bureau would drag it out and not pull the electricity, and the remote villages had to pay more money.

Two cents and eight cents per kilowatt-hour of electricity is a little less than thirty years later, and 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 fingers: "The electric light at home is 100 watts, and the 60 watt one is not lit at all, and my father can't afford to lose that person." It's just that when you use it, you lose money, three cents an hour. If you don't come to the house, no one is willing to turn on the lights. Since the eighth day of the new year, everyone has been looking for daytime, and you can't let other people's homes cost you money for boiling lamps and fuel, don't you say?"

"Three cents are really expensive. He Cheng sighed twice. You can buy a pack of cheap cigarettes for three cents.

Cao Baoming said again: "My mother got a small table lamp and let me read at night, I read it for a day, think about it, it's not that I can't read it during the day, what are I wasting that money for." Therefore, I have been sleepy as soon as it gets dark these days, and I wake up at dawn, which is more punctual than the crowing chickens. ”

All three laughed.

He Cheng also said: "We are similar there, several families bought TVs and washing machines, but they were reluctant to use them, they were all covered with cloths, and they usually washed their own clothes like everyone else, and the washing machine was idle as furniture." ”

"I'm also afraid of electricity. ”

"Laundry detergent is also expensive, how can it be considered a waste. ”

"It's still a good life in Beijing, the electric lights in the dormitory can be used at what time, don't look at the canteen is selling a big pot of dishes, but the dishes are varied, the varieties are complete, fresh vegetables from all over the country have been shipped over, we Hedong Province, in addition to eating some fresh vegetables saved for a few days during the Spring Festival, there are usually only radish 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 the evening, but it was a middle-aged cadre in his 40s who had little in common with Yang Rui and others.

Nothing was said all night.

The next night, the train arrived at Beijing Railway Station, and the crown car sent by Jielikang sent the three to the school.

It was getting late, and there was no such thing as a paparazzi taking pictures with a mobile phone at this time, so Yang Rui generously let the car drive into the campus, and then moved the luggage into the dormitory with the driver.

The 84-year-old crown logo itself is a pass, not to mention the foreign black card of Jielizen, and the guards at the door not only did not stop, but also saluted seriously.

The students who come and go are only the second generation of officials in the capital, Wen Qing's "hum", and the angry Qing's "bah" is on the last one, and no one investigates it deeply.

Only Dong Zhicheng was in the dormitory, this old man seemed to live in the upper bunk by the window, poked out a head, saw that it was Yang Rui back, so he said hello, and his head went back to the gray mosquito net, and said: "Brother Rui is back, how is the family? ”

"Oh, how can you get something?" Yang Rui chatted as he packed his luggage.

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

"All are contemporary writers. Yang Rui replied casually.

Dong Zhicheng was very excited, sat up on the top bunk, and asked: "Brother Rui also likes contemporary writers?" I think contemporary writers write well, either that the previous writers wrote badly, or they felt a little jerky, like Lu Xun, Mao Dun ......."

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

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

Yang Rui's mind spun around, and he said hesitantly: "I have seen Lu Xun and Mo Yan." ”

I have read Lu Xun because of the textbook, and I have read Mo Yan because I won the Nobel Prize.

Dong Zhicheng, as a student of the Department of Physics, not to mention how well he reads the theory, Wen Qing's illness is not light, he couldn't help sighing, and said: "Brother Rui, it's not me who said, you read well, you still have to read literary works, don't people all say that university is a good place to cultivate sentiment, how can you cultivate sentiment without reading...... The writer you chose is also interesting, Lu Xun won't talk about it, how did you read Mo Yan as soon as you read it, you should make a reading plan. ”

The 80s was a period of severe infection among the Wenqing, and the Wenqing 30 years later can be put on an impetuous brand at this time.

Yang Rui was also slightly affected by the current university atmosphere, and couldn't help but wonder: I used to be busy doing experiments, but now I should really stop and read some books to cultivate my sentiments.

Thinking of this, Yang Rui raised his head and said, "You recommend a few books to me." ”

"No problem, I'll make a list for you, and you can make a reference. Dong Zhicheng said and patted his bumpy and conspicuous head again, and said, "I forgot to say, there is a letter for you, Mao Qiming helped you get it back, and put it in your drawer." ”

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

The sender is "Chinese Medicine Foreign Trade".

Yang Rui frowned slightly, and tore it open, 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 8th session

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

The conference will be held in Beijing on April 12, 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 topic, please mail your speech title and detailed abstract to us before April 1.

In addition, we arranged for the Xiangshan Hotel to be held as a reception, accommodation and conference......

The last signature was China National Pharmaceutical Foreign Trade Corporation.

Yang Rui blinked, looked at it again, and couldn't believe that the foreign trade of traditional Chinese medicine was so kind.

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

Don't look at the early 80s in Beijing, three days and three small meetings, busy hotels can not be booked, so that Beijing hotels have to make extra beds, and the corridors are full of sleepers, like a tertiary hospital, but if you count them one by one, it can be called a high-level conference, there are really not many, divided into separate fields, and there can be one a year is too much.

After 30 years, the big bull-level scholars participated in the global conference, today the United States will run a trip, tomorrow Turkey will come to a trip, busy travel has no time, the international conference held in China, if you don't give awards, or even give heavyweight awards, or even lazy to participate, you will send disciples and lackeys to attend.

Yang Rui's master's supervisor level was average, and he was qualified to participate in an international conference held in Guilin......

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

Since it is an international conference, it is necessary to invite international scholars to participate, and the position is already in demand, and domestic scholars are ranked in seniority, and big bull-level scholars have to line up to eat fruits......

Although Yang Rui heard the rumor that the "International Medical Bioengineering Conference" was contracted by a central enterprise, he did not take it to heart, he never thought that it was the foreign trade of traditional Chinese medicine that contracted the conference, and it was far from the harmonious and harmonious foreign trade of traditional Chinese medicine, so he was given a quota.

Just eating, drinking and sleeping for a few days for free at the Xiangshan Hotel was already a rare benefit in the 80s.

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 paragraph again, and read it silently: If you have a speech topic, please mail us your speech title and detailed summary before April 1.

"It seems to be too late. Yang Rui pinched his chin and thought thoughtfully.

"Look at this list of books I've written, what do you think, I'll change it. Dong Zhicheng wrote the book list very confidently, and it was rare to land with both feet and hand it to Yang Rui in person.

Yang Rui grabbed it and took a look, only to see a dozen titles densely packed together, some long and some short, some domestic and some foreign.

With so many books to read, it's definitely too late. Between cultivating sentiment and experimental research, Yang Rui quickly made a trade-off.

He folded up the book list, 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 when I'm done." ”

"Good, good. Dong Zhicheng said excitedly: "You don't have to finish reading it, you can talk to me at any time." ”

Yang Rui patted Dong Zhicheng's shoulder and nodded heavily, everything was silent.

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