After the day, it was safe.

Wang Ziheng thought to himself: It seems that the dust has settled, well, then it is time to send the idol back, and Xiang Dao Chang may still be waiting for Xin'er.

At noon the next day, Wang Ziheng received a call in the bed, originally thought it was Tian Fusheng calling, but when he saw it, it was a call from Zhao Huailai, a college classmate. Zhao Huailai told him that five of the six brothers in the rare dormitory today were "shuangshuang", and ordered him to rush to the fallen street of the National People's University to get together.

Wang Ziheng immediately said: We must arrive as soon as possible!

It's been more than a year since he entered the society, what does the college life that has just passed away mean to Wang Ziheng? It's grinding, it's growth, it's pain, it's madness, and of course it's depravity.

Thinking back to when he first entered the National University of China, looking at the dilapidated buildings in front of him, the cramped roads, and the boys' apartments with facilities that could not catch up with his high school dormitory, Wang Ziheng's heart almost collapsed. It's so different from my ideal college campus.

But four years later, when I was about to officially leave it, my heart was full of reluctance. There is its own youth, and a group of brothers.

Li Peigen, the principal of Huake, once said that his alma mater is the place where you scold him thousands of times but do not allow others to scold. For Wang Ziheng, who has stepped out of the school, these words are really "related to me".

Outside the south gate of the National People's University, turn into an alley with houses scattered on the right side of the main road, which is the well-known "Fallen Street". There are mahjong parlors, KTVs, bars, Internet cafes, and ice rinks, restaurants of all sizes with different tastes are a sea of foodies, and dozens of small hotels are a paradise for hungry couples......

Back on Fallen Street, the air was still filled with the familiar hustle and bustle and hormonal smells.

Mahjong, open black, drink soju, talk about women...... This should be the dormitory culture of all third-rate university men's dormitories. The five of them sat in the box on the second floor of the "Yongxi Old Duck Soup" on Fallen Street, drinking wine while reminiscing about the university life like a world away, and the topic was naturally inseparable from these dormitory cultures.

The six brothers in the 505 dormitory that year were absent at the moment. Everyone sighed at the passage of time, and also sighed at the difficulty of life.

Zhao Huailai, as the head of the dormitory, raised his wine glass and took the lead in walking around. He said with red eyes: "Qilin is born in the Peerless Domain, Luan Feng is high and soaring!" This is a couplet at the entrance of our Faculty of Letters, do you remember? Today, the brothers are reunited again, whether they are still struggling in the desperate realm, or they have soared high in the sky, except for Zhang Shengli who is far away in Tangshan, being able to come, it shows that this friendship is heavy. ”

"Not bad! The Boss said this well. We have been under one roof for four years, although we are not husband and wife, but the kindness is definitely more than 100 days. I don't lie to you, I often look through the group photos of my brothers, and look sad once: those times will never go back. The second Shao Youlin's tears were about to fall.

Yes, it's been more than a year since I graduated from college, and everyone's identities have switched too quickly, and it seems that they haven't adapted much for a while. Your words, my words, everyone is impassioned, tears and saliva fly together, the atmosphere is warm and tragic!

The topic shifted to their respective work, and the third Yang Jingjing made a statistic: there are 52 people in Class 4 of Chinese Language and Literature in the College of Letters, 2 of whom are struggling on the front line of the postgraduate entrance examination, 1 is in the province and Taiwan, 5 are middle school teachers, 21 are special post teachers, 13 are working at the counters of various township banks, 4 are grassroots civil servants serving the people, 4 are unemployed, and 2 are missing.

"This is the way out for college students like us, isn't it worth pondering?" Yang Jingjing sighed. In the end, he also made an analogy: in today's society, the role of a diploma is like underwear, in addition to covering shame, all that is left is pretending.

The fourth Liu Yanbo hugged Wang Ziheng's shoulders and looked serious: "Sixth, sixth, it seems, you are our pride!" There are so many people in our class, you are the only one who works in a provincial town, and you are a TV station. You, you are worthy of the name of a talented man who has been carrying it for so many years, and you have not disgraced your brothers! ”

The rest of the people were coaxing, and Wang Ziheng was fluttering, driven by vanity, where did he dare to mention that he had resigned!

"Speaking of TV stations, Sixth Brother, I remember that the director of your show is called Chen Tongsheng, right?" Zhao Huailai interjected.

"That's right! The boss knows him too? ”

Zhao Huailai waved his hand and said, "Don't lift me up, how can I know these big names in your circle?" I saw the news on my mobile phone yesterday, saying that your director Chen Da died, and it is said that he committed suicide, is there such a thing? ”

Wang Ziheng nodded, reluctant to say more.

"Tsk, the media broke the news, your reputation as director Chen Da is not very good......

Before Zhao Huailai's words were finished, he was interrupted by Yang Jingjing. Yang Jingjing said: "Why have there been so many suicides recently! Did you know? Son Ye-jin also committed suicide! ”

"Son Ye-jin from Class 3? What's the situation? Why suicide? Liu Yanbo was very concerned.

Yang Jingjing said: "I just heard that this Son Yezhen is also unlucky enough, after graduation, he talked about two family affairs, and the man heard that Son Yezhen had an inappropriate private life when he was studying, and as a result, he quit the marriage." Son Ye-jin estimated that she couldn't think about it for a while, so she drank pesticides. ”

Liu Yanbo said hatefully: "If you want me to say, our old five victories are a murderer behind the scenes!" If he hadn't given people the nickname of 'Cheap Boy Spring' and publicized it everywhere, how could he have made people's reputation so stinky? Fuck open your mouth wide, I'm glad he didn't come today, I'm going to beat him to death when he comes! ”

Shao Youlin teased: "Okay, Yanbo! As for being angry, isn't it? What does Son Ye-jin have to do with you? I liked people at the beginning, but I didn't see you chasing them, so what happened to quietly delivering breakfast to people's desks every day? ”

The crowd burst into laughter. It's just that when Liu Yanbo mentioned "opening his mouth wide", a fleeting cloud flashed in Wang Ziheng's eyes.

Zhao Huailai stabbed Wang Ziheng's arm and asked with concern: "Sixth, there has still been no news of Song Siling?" ”

Wang Ziheng was slightly startled, then calmed down and shook his head painfully.

After eating, it was already night. The five of them came to the KTV they often went to back then, singing and drinking until midnight.

The brothers got drunk into a pile of mud, got out of KTV, supported each other and hummed "Plateau Cedar", walked through all the corners of the National People's Congress, and finally said goodbye to each other in a cry.

Wang Ziheng, who was lying on the bed when he got home, although he was still drunk, his mind was still sober, and a thought flew around: Open your mouth wide, open your mouth wide, if you hide in the deep mountains and old forests in northwest Guizhou, will your heart be more peaceful?