Before leaving to report to the university, Qi Ming rode his bicycle around the No. 7 Middle School and the vicinity of the family home for several days

。 There are no high-rise buildings, there are not too many bright neon, most of the houses are low and low, and the office buildings of state-owned enterprises and units are not high, the whole is gray and white, ugly and earthy, and belongs to the kind of rustic atmosphere that can be seen enough when you turn around.

But Qi Ming just turned around and circled, as if he wanted to remember every road and every brick in his mind.

In addition to riding a bicycle, Qi Ming also went to the library and selected a book of "History of Art Style" and "Classical Art: An Introduction to Italian Renaissance Art", two books that are very compatible with Qi Ming's major.

In addition, there is also a "Wiseman Survival Handbook" published in July of that year, which is regarded as a classic book by later generations of outdoor survival freaks, which tells all kinds of knowledge of survival and self-help in the wild, which is a necessary survival book for home travel and travel.

In fact, Qi Ming's selection of books is not too targeted, and the books he chooses are basically the bestsellers of the year, as well as some literary classics that later generations have not read.

For example, there is also Fang Wenjin who recommended it to himself a long time ago, and in 99 years the most classic "Red and Black" was translated by the Human Resources Society. Fang Wenjin is a translator, her recommendation is naturally correct, and there is the most publication guarantee for the society, and buying it will definitely nourish the soul.

In addition, Qi Ming also went to the second-hand book market and exchanged a lot of messy books. I didn't stop until my suitcase was full.

On August 30th, Fang Wenjin was the first to set off, and her father sent her to Shanghai to report for registration, and Liu Xuqiang and his father were also on the way with Fang Wenjin.

Zhao Zeming originally wanted to follow, but his father, who also burned the bun, booked a plane ticket for him early in the morning. Obviously, Boss Zhao feels sorry for his son, of course, on weekdays, the white and chubby Boss Zhao who is fed by Moutai Wuliangye and Bao Shen's wings is not very willing to hang on the train for more than ten hours.

Compared with the other three people, who had a large bag and a small bag, Qi Ming's luggage was pitiful.

I didn't bring too many clothes, and I had one for each of the four seasons of spring, summer, autumn and winter, but Rao was so, and he was about to fill his suitcase. There is also a small box containing books that have been bought from the second-hand book market and the library.

On the day of leaving, Qi Daxun and Dai Yanping personally sent Qi Ming to the train station, Dai Yanping is a delicate woman, she instructed all the way before sending her to the car, and wrote a series of phone calls to Qi Ming's phone book. Basically, they are all her relatives of the seven aunts and eight aunts in Shanghai.

No matter how old he is, after all, he is a child who does not grow up in the eyes of his parents, and he told him all the way, but when he was really about to get in the car, Dai Yanping was still reluctant, after all, this was Qi Ming's first time going out.

"For more than ten hours along the way, don't just eat instant noodles, the food in the dining car is definitely not as good as what you make at home, but if you have meat and vegetables, it will be more expensive, and don't be reluctant to spend money when you go out." Dai Yanping tidied up Qi Ming's neckline and said reluctantly.

Qi Ming smiled and snorted: "You just put your heart in your stomach, your son doesn't know yet, you won't lose anything to your mouth." ”

"Get along well with your classmates, there are people everywhere in a dormitory, and it's always right to keep an eye on everything." Dai Yanping continued to advise.

Qi Daxun glanced at his watch and said to Dai Yanping: "Okay, don't be verbose." When did your son worry about you when he was a child, it's almost time, it's time to get in the car. ”

At that time, there was no high-speed rail, and the green train could still buy and deliver station tickets. Dai Yanping originally wanted to buy two tickets to give the station, but was rejected by Qi Ming, hugged her mother outside the station, and told her father not to get too close to Xiao Yunhai on weekdays.

In fact, Qi Ming knew that his father Qi Daxun would probably not listen to what he said.

After all, the parents of the original family will never listen to the advice of their children if they don't see their children getting married.

But Xiao Yunhai is a time bomb buried in front of Qi's house after all, if it doesn't explode today, it will explode sooner or later, although Qi Ming is worried in his heart, he also knows that no matter how he persuades, he can't persuade his father Qi Daxun.

It seems that the turmoil in the future of the Qi family will have to wait for his wings to grow before it can be calmed down.

After saying goodbye to his parents outside the station, Qi Ming dragged two trolley suitcases on the train alone. It was the summer rush of students returning to school, and the crowded carriage searched for a long time, and only then did they take small steps to their sleepers.

After putting the luggage away, the train started.

The green car whined out of the city, and the suburbs quickly came into view. The fireworks of thousands of homes in the city were gradually left behind by the wind.

The carriages are very noisy, most of them are students who go to school in East China, and there are also some business trips and some tour groups.

Sitting on the small table and stool by the window, Qi Ming peeled an orange that Qi Daxun bought before getting into the car and ate it.

As soon as I got on the bus, the smell of the car began to become complicated, and the smell of feet and sweat mixed with the hot water boiled instant noodles.

It's also strange to say, no one made noodles before getting on the bus, so you have to wait until you get on the bus, and you eat instant noodles with smelly feet and sweat in the carriage, what's wrong.

There are occasionally a few sounds of children playing in the noisy carriage, and the environment is called a noisy, and it is estimated that it is a little better than the vegetable market.

Accustomed to the four-hour direct high-speed rail in later generations, when he thought that it would take nearly nineteen hours to get to Shanghai, Qi Ming regretted a little, he should have bought a plane ticket, after all, it was not bad for that money now.

In 1997, the first railway speed in the country was accelerated, and the green skin at that time had to run for a few hours on the Longhai Railway, and then run for a few hours when it was transferred to the Beijing-Shanghai Railway, and the railway from Zhongzhou to Shanghai was more than 1,000 kilometers away, at a speed of more than 50 kilometers per hour, and it took 19 hours to get to Shanghai.

After peeling a few oranges, Qi Ming took out the Sony CD Walkman given to him by Yang Mo from his backpack, and took out a copy of "Architecture is a Philosophical Poem" that he bought from a used book stall, and read it while listening to music.

Qi Ming was embarrassed to occupy the space of the lower bunk, so he climbed to his bunk in the middle. He was not used to using the bedding prepared on the railway, and he always felt that he could not wash it cleanly and smelled of oil, so he used his personal schoolbag as a pillow.

More than half of the buses were students going to school in East China, and the six bunks were not yet full.

The two young people on the top bunk have a northwest accent, and at first glance, they know that they are also college students, and they seem to have gone to Shanghai.

The middle and lower bunks opposite Qi Ming were empty, and there was no one yet.

The lower bunk was a middle-aged man, who took off his shoes after getting into the car, lay down on the lower bunk and began to eat melon seeds. He didn't have any luggage, just a simple briefcase, which was like a treasure chest, and he would either take out peanuts and melon seeds or ham sausages for a while.

When the train arrived in Bianliang City, a father and daughter came up.

At first glance, she also reported to the university for the first time, and as soon as the girl got in the car, she attracted the attention of the five men in the upper and lower bunks, the girl was really beautiful, but in Qi Ming's opinion, she was far worse than Fang Wenjin.

The girl has a beautiful and supple crisp ponytail, which hangs straight behind her, highlighting her white swan neck, and the whole person looks the kind of refreshing and clean without powder.

The white sleeveless dress is spotless white and looks like a new purchase. Paired with a pair of Converse canvas shoes, which were quite fashionable at the time.

"You sleep in the lower bunk, I'll go up." The girl's father said to his daughter as he put his luggage away and glanced at the middle-aged man, who was also in the lower bunk.

The girl had headphones on her all the time, and she didn't know if she had listened to it, and when she got into the car, she sat by the window in the lower bunk, ignoring her father.

A car swayed for two hours, and when I left the boundary of Henan Province, the sun was gradually setting in the west.

At this time, the people who lay in the bunk bed in Qi Ming basically knew each other, which was something that could only be done in the era when there were no smartphones.

The two young people in the northwest on the top bunk were not restrained at all, and as soon as the girl in white appeared, the two jumped down from the top bunk. Sitting in front of the table and stool at the window, he first picked up the bamboo pole, and after the atmosphere came up, he pulled the girl's father to fight the landlord together.

While playing cards, he also acted as a guide, introducing the girl's father to the city of Shanghai.

There is no general direction of the theme in the conversation, just talk about it wherever you think of it. As much as possible, he knows everything and says everything, showing a well-informed style.

Qi Ming never planned to integrate into the game of the lower bunk, and of course, the two college students didn't plan to let Qi Ming join in at all.

However, the little girl's father looked at Qi Ming, who had been lying in the middle bunk, holding an unpopular art book and reading it, and was a little curious, so he asked more: "Young man, you are also going to study, which school, how old should you be?" ”

Qi Ming took off his headphones and lay down in the aggrieved middle bunk, and replied politely: "In the School of Art and Design of Shanghai University of Engineering and Technology, I just became a freshman this year. ”

The two college students glanced at each other, and one of them, who was slightly taller, muttered in a whisper: "One school, two majors." ”

Another college student, who was a little shorter and had a pimple on his face, continued, "Oh? Your school is very close to our school. ”

"Oh, yes, that's a coincidence." After Qi Ming finished speaking, he brought back the headphones and continued to look at the book in his hand calmly.

The topic ended, and the atmosphere froze.