Although the air inside the train was dreary, most of the people standing there were tired. However, the elderly passenger's expression was not normal. Beads of sweat the size of beans ran down his forehead. The two clung desperately to the steel bracket next to the sleeper.

Zhao Yuemin couldn't bear it, stood up and said, "Uncle, come and sit with me for a while." ”

The white-haired old man glanced at Zhao Yuemin, forced out a smile, waved his hand and said, "It's okay, it's okay." ”

Zhao Yuemin smiled: "Uncle, you must be an intellectual. ”

"Why do you say that?"

"Obviously, my body can't stand it, and I'm still dead, just like my father."

The white-haired old man smiled when he heard this, didn't insist any longer, and sat down directly. He was dressed in a plaid shirt, which was ironed flat and neat, and he looked extremely elegant.

Zhao Yuemin dialed an orange for the other party.

"Thank you, young man." The white-haired old man leaned against the window and said, "I'm a symptom of iron deficiency anemia, and to put it bluntly, my nutrition hasn't kept up." As long as you supplement iron, for example, red meat pork, beef, and mutton in animal foods are relatively high in iron, and it is good. ”

Zhao Yuemin stuffed the orange petal into his mouth and said while chewing: "Intellectuals just speak differently. Ordinary people say to go to a hot pot restaurant to add some oil and water, and intellectuals say let's go to a hot pot restaurant to add some iron. ”

"You're funny, young man."

Zhao Yuemin got up to go to the toilet, but when he came back, he found that there was a different person in the seat, and a pregnant woman with a red face was sitting. The old man stood aside.

"Uncle, you are ......"

"It's okay, I've rested, young man, it's really not easy for me to see this big-bellied lesbian standing next to me, if you don't mind, let her sit for a while?"

"Okay, okay." Zhao Yuemin said briskly.

When he arrived at Beijing Railway Station, Zhao Yuemin got off the train, said goodbye to the old man, took the bus, and went straight to Peking University first. This time, he also had a political task to bring the pork shop and sesame sauce to Su Hong for Su Guoliang.

Peking University, which has been seven or eight years old, is at a time of cultural recovery. The campus is full of young students in square-rimmed glasses.

Zhao Yuemin cautiously walked to the side, constantly avoiding Peking University students who were riding bicycles and carrying books to class.

At the beginning of summer, beside the Weiming Lake of Peking University, the wind is warm and willows, and the blue waves are rippling.

A group of college students in white shirts are sitting on the grass and listening to a speech by a girl in a long red dress.

Zhao Yuemin suddenly felt that the beautiful and moving girl in the long skirt was a little familiar, and when he walked in, he found that it was Su Hong. Now that she has been admitted to Peking University, she seems to have a unique charm.

At this time, Su Hong, who left the oil field and came to the campus of Peking University, seemed to be like a fish in water, and was passionately expounding something.

"Students, I think that Sartre's existential thought has three main points. In Sartre's view, man is like a seed that accidentally falls into this world, there is no essence to speak of, only existence, and in order to establish his own essence, he must prove it through his own actions. Man is nothing else, but only the result of his own actions......"

Su Hong is expounding Sartre's existentialism and Nietzsche's philosophy of the superman. In the late '70s and early '80s, Western thought was sweeping campuses.

Zhao Yuemin sat aside and listened quietly.

"Zhao Yuemin?" When Su Hong saw him, she was stunned for a moment.

"Comrade Su Hong...... I represent Jiangbei Oilfield......" In front of these proud sons of Peking University, Zhao Yuemin didn't want to lose face, so he raised his head and said, "I represent all the comrades of Jiangbei Oilfield, especially Director Su...... Bring you some pork shop and tahini. ”

Su Hong and Zhao Yuemin strolled through the Qingqing campus of Peking University.

On the soccer field are sweaty boys, girls discussing poetry and philosophy in the shade of trees. Various lectures on the square to promote new ideas.

In those days, getting into college was a huge success, let alone nominating for a prestigious university. College students can fully enjoy their student years, because once they are admitted to university, they do not have to worry about finding a job, they can study, read, have a leisure, or participate in club activities according to their interests, discuss metaphysical philosophy, and do not have to think about accumulating work experience.

In the Jiangbei Oilfield, Zhao Yuemin, who is regarded as an idol by thousands of female workers, seems a little weak here.

"It's good here,......" Zhao Yuemin said, walking side by side.

"Well, it's good here." Su Hong nodded, "Coming here, I feel like I've been reborn." I suddenly realized that there are many things that are worth doing and learning. Yuemin, you should really come ......"

Zhao Yuemin smiled bitterly, thinking that I wanted to come, but your father didn't let me, and he stuffed a machine repair shop in my hands.

A question suddenly occurred to him, and this time he had come on a political mission. If it weren't for Su Guoliang's instructions, would he have come to Peking University to see Su Hong?

Zhao Yuemin didn't know the answer. In front of Su Hong, he always seemed a little lacking in confidence. Su Hong is **, and she was admitted to Peking University and is the pride of the sky. For a girl like her, it is easy to find a provincial cadre. Even if you find the leader of a ministry, it is not impossible.

He wanted to talk to Su Hong about his opinion of himself, but he felt that in front of this avant-garde girl whose mind was full of philosophical thoughts, some of the emotional things seemed too small.

At the door of the girls' dormitory, Zhao Yuemin handed over the sesame sauce and pork shop to Su Hong.

"In the evening, if you're fine, why don't you come to our film club to watch the film." Su Hong said generously, "We got a film version from Shanghai Film Studio for internal viewing, which is said to be released at the end of next year, called "Lushan Love". ”

"Okay, how many people are in your film club?"

"About a dozen, all at night."

At night, more than a dozen people sit around the classroom, and the blue light of the projector illuminates the curtain.

The lines of the male protagonist echo in the classroom:

Zhou Yun: You are sincere, honest and lovely.

Geng Hua: A spoonful of liquid like Qiong will fool Wangxian. If you want to know that your heart remains the same, it is like drinking a greedy spring.

Zhou Yun: If you want to know if a person will change his mind, it depends on whether he can drink more of this spring water.

Zhou Yun: Geng Hua, Confucius, can't you take the initiative? ”

Zhao Yuemin's eyes and heart beat when he watched the movie, he had never seen such a bold expression of love in a movie.

Geng Hua, Confucius, can't you take the initiative?

That's right, Comrade Zhao Yuemin, can't you take the initiative?

In the dark, Zhao Yuemin couldn't see Su Hong's expression, but he guessed that even the avant-garde Su Hong was probably shocked when he saw the intimate scenes of the heroes and heroines in the movie.

After the movie, Su Hong invited Zhao Yuemin to go to the dormitory to get some fruit and bring it back to the guest house where he lived.

When he arrived at the dormitory, when Su Hong went out to turn on the water, Zhao Yuemin found two letters on the table......