Fudan University was founded in 1905, formerly known as Fudan Public School, the first higher education institution independently founded by Chinese Tongguò private fundraising. The word "Fudan" was chosen by Mr. Ma Xiangbo, the founder and a well-known educator in modern China, and was selected from the famous sentence of "Qingyun Song" in "The Great Biography of Shangshu and the Biography of Yu Xia", which was intended to be self-improvement and pinned on the hope of Chinese intellectuals at that time to run their own schools and become a strong country through education. Over the past 100 years, Fudan University has experienced countless ups and downs, but the word "Fudan" has been deeply engraved in the hearts of generations of Fudan people.

When passing by Fudan University, Govin deliberately glanced inside through the big mén: on the Xiao-shaped Huayuan Square, there was a towering sculpture of Chairman Mao. Lin Yiming's residence is diagonally opposite Fudan University, it is a building in the Republic of China period, it is very quaint, which makes Govin surprised, no wonder Lin Yiming wants to find someone to share the house, renting this house must not be cheap.

After entering Mén, Lin Yiming let Gowen feel free, and then began to tidy up the room where the miscellaneous things were kept, and Gowen hurriedly stepped forward to help. By the time the two of them cleaned up, their whole bodies were already gray and dirty. Under each other's eyes, the two couldn't help but smile at each other.

Govin teased: "Yiming, you are lazy enough, otherwise why is this room so dirty." You see, we've become groundhogs! ”

Lin Yiming retorted: "This is a room for miscellaneous items, if it were you, would you take care of it every day?" ”

At this time, it was already noon, and after the two of them had a fight, they went out to find a xiao restaurant to eat, and naturally Lin Yiming paid for the money.

When the waiter came in with a big red paint plate, Ge Wen was immediately attracted by the steaming bowl of pork roux stewed vermicelli on the plate, and he couldn't help but stand up without bothering to chat with Lin Yiming.

Lin Yiming looked at Gowen's violently shaking throat with some amusement, smiled and touched his arm with his hand, and said, "Sit down!" Won't run again. ”

Old Govern's face flushed, and he snorted while sitting: "I'm smiling, the main thing is that I haven't eaten for a day, and I'm a little hungry." ”

Waiting for the waiter to put two bowls of braised vermicelli and a plate of steamed buns on the table, Govin picked up the chopsticks and let out a long breath. He didn't think about anything anymore, he stuffed his head and ate heavily, counting that he had only eaten a meal in a day and a half, and at this moment he was like a demon pounced on it.

Thank you Lin Yiming, thank you to the simple people of the 8o years.

Soon Govin shaved a large bowl of pork rou vermicelli and swallowed four steamed buns. When he put down the dishes and chopsticks, he felt a little uncomfortable in his stomach. It seems that he ate too much and too quickly, and some of them were indigestible.

"Govyn, what are your plans?" At this time, Lin Yiming was already full, he put down the dishes and chopsticks in his hand and asked casually.

Govin, who was rubbing his stomach, didn't raise his head, "What are you going to do?" ”

"I mean, what kind of job are you looking for?" Lin Yiming patiently explained. At this time, it is not easy to find a job, and the decent department mén is to ask for a letter of introduction, and I am afraid that there will be no such thing as Govyn's appearance.

Govin was stunned, although he was a college student in his previous life, if he didn't play the guitar well and sang in a bar, I am afraid it would be difficult to find a job. I really don't want to let him do all that hard work. Now that I'm in the 8o's and I'm not familiar with my life, I'm afraid it's not easy to find a decent job.

"I don't know. Yiming: Do you have any good building yì no? Putting down the hand on his stomach, Gowen stared at Lin Yiming and asked.

Lin Yiming looked at Ge Wen with an expectant look and smiled: "In the previous stage, our magazine was short of manpower, and the director said that he wanted to recruit a temporary editor, and the content of his job was to help the editors clean up the manuscript and make some miscellaneous things. I don't know if you've recruited people now, if not, I think you might as well do it first? ”

"Really? That's great. Gewen's eyes lit up, Lin Yiming was his lucky star.

"Don't be too happy, I've been on a business trip these days, and I don't know if the editorial department has recruited anyone." Lin Yiming poured a basin of cold water on Gowen's head.

"Then what are we doing here, hurry up and ask." Govin took a few sips and poured the remaining broth from the bowl into his mouth.

Lin Yiming smiled bitterly and settled the account, and walked to the editorial office with Gowen.

Lin Yiming was not presumptuous to build Yì Govin to the editorial department. Early in the conversation with Govin on the train, he had been conquered by Govyn's thinking. People who can summarize the context of China's exhibition in one bite are obviously not shallow. Now Govin is in dire need of a job, and it would be a pity if he really found a job that didn't fit in with the boundaries and gave up on the exhibition. That's why he wanted Govin to try his luck in the editorial office. It's just that I was a little worried about Govyn's dislike of the content of the work, but when I saw his urgency, I put my mind at ease.

On the way, Lin Yiming began to introduce some information about the "Harvest" magazine where he worked to Gowen, and Gowen didn't think so at first, isn't it just a pure magazine. But when I heard Lin Yiming say that you must know the editor-in-chief of "Harvest" magazine, I became interested.

"Oh? Not necessarily. Lin Yiming smiled, then looked at Govin and said proudly: "It's Mr. Ba Jinba!" ”

Ba jin? Govin felt as if his head was buzzing open, how could he not know Mr. Ba Jin, as long as he was a person who knew something about contemporary China, it was impossible to ignore the name Ba Jin.

In his previous life, Govin had read the "Jīliu" trilogy, but what he admired the most was the 420,000-word prose masterpiece Caprice, which Mr. Ba Jin completed nearly eight years after the special period. For an octogenarian, this means more than just hard work. It is also a ruthless torture of the old man's own soul, and a self-confession that gradually deepens with the huge conflict in his heart. It is for this reason that Govin made this old man, known as the "conscience of China in the twentieth century", his idol!

It was at this time that Gowen's mind slowly recalled all kinds of information about Harvest magazine in his previous life: Harvest was a famous Chinese magazine, which attracted the attention of literati and the world for its adherence to a pure stance and abandonment of advertising methods. The style is simple and elegant, and it can be said to be a banner of the representative of contemporary China. And the editor-in-chief, Mr. Ba Jinba, is one of the few cultural giants left after the special period.

In his previous life, Govin claimed to be a young man, and he had also seen Mr. Ba Jin in photos, and he thought that he now had the opportunity to meet with Ba Lao and work under Ba Lao, and his heart couldn't help but move secretly. At that moment, he forcibly pressed the jī movement and said to Lin Yiming: "Then...... I'll see him in a moment? ”

"Oops!" Lin Yiming shook his head as if he remembered something: "I'm afraid not, Ba Lao went to Beijing for a meeting the day before yesterday, and it may take a month to come back." ”

Originally, Jī's mood sank to the bottom of the sea in an instant, and Govyn was a little lost, but he quickly came back to his senses, so in order to be able to get close to Ba Lao, I must get this job!

Govyn, who was originally a little inadvertent, secretly made a decision in his heart.