Song Yuanchao went to the dormitory with his luggage, he had been to Beijing Normal University, but not in this era, but 20 years later.

At that time, Song Yuanchao, who was already middle-aged, visited the school for the first time with a complicated feeling of remembering his feelings, strolling along the lake, looking at the pagoda on the other side of the lake, walking on the tree-lined paths of the school, watching those energetic young students walk past him, and listening to their conversations and laughter.

In the quiet library, the afternoon sun shines through the glass windows on the seats, and the students hold books and soar in the ocean of knowledge.

In the classroom, the teacher stands on the podium and is in high spirits, while the students below listen carefully and take notes.

In the auditorium, more than a dozen students on the stage were divided into two groups, A and B, and were fiercely engaged in a mock debate on the pros and cons of a question.

In the evening, as the sun sets, the melodious sound of saxophone and violin resounds in the woods, and the male and female students in love take over their shifts, talking softly with enviable happiness, and from time to time there is a silver bell-like laughter .......

Song Yuanchao had mixed feelings when he saw this, and he tried to find the footprints that Lin Yan had left in these places, and felt the bits and pieces of her study and life here.

It's a pity that Song Yuanchao finally returned disappointed and left with great regret.

And now everything is different, he has come to this era, came to this campus, and finally reunited with his beloved, and the happy Song Yuanchao was full of emotion.

The 79-level economics men's dormitory is on the third floor of Building 38, and next to it is Zhao Minglei's Building 37.

On the third floor, it was easy to find the 302 dormitory, Song Yuanchao pushed the door in, and after entering the door, he saw four bunk beds on both sides of the room, and in the middle was a large table surrounded by three desks, and there was a desk by the window, and a classmate in his twenties wearing glasses was sitting there reading quietly.

Hearing the movement, the classmate who was reading looked up at the door, and saw Song Yuanchao, who was carrying his luggage, and quickly stood up.

"I'll help you." The other party took the initiative to take the luggage in Song Yuanchao's hand, Song Yuanchao thanked him, and the two put the luggage aside.

"Hello, you are also a freshman who has just entered the school, I am Cheng Mengshan, a native of Jiaodong, and I am also a freshman this year, from the Department of Economics." Cheng Mengshan smiled and stretched out his hand to Song Yuanchao to introduce himself.

"Hello, hello, I am also a freshman in the Department of Economics, a native of Huhai, Song Yuanchao." Song Yuanchao stretched out his hand and shook hands with Cheng Mengshan.

At the moment of shaking hands, Song Yuanchao was slightly surprised, Cheng Mengshan looked polite, but as soon as Song Yuanchao shook hands, he knew that he was a person who often worked in the field, and his palms were full of calluses.

"I came out early yesterday, the teacher of the school took care of me and let me go into the dormitory, this position is my bed, the others haven't come yet, you are the second to arrive, pick one yourself." Cheng Mengshan pointed to a lower bunk in the room and said, Song Yuanchao noticed that he did not choose the two in the dormitory near the window and the best position, but chose the lower bunk near the door.

Such an inconspicuous little thing made Song Yuanchao suddenly have a little more affection for Cheng Mengshan, this is a person who is easy to think about others, if it is a later generation, as long as the bed number is not indicated when assigning the dormitory, it is generally first come and come, and the first person has already occupied a good position, where is Cheng Mengshan doing this?

"I'm not so particular about sleeping, and the shop above belongs to me first, no problem, right? If someone likes the upper bunk, then change it to the other. Song Yuanchao smiled and pointed to the upper bunk of Cheng Mengshan and said.

Song Yuanchao's answer made Cheng Mengshan also feel good, and nodded with a smile.

"Smoke?" Song Yuanchao took out a cigarette and handed it over, and when he shook hands just now, he found that Cheng Mengshan's index finger and middle finger were burnt yellow, which was often smoked.

"Thanks, big front door? Hehe, it's a good smoke. Seeing the cigarette Song Yuanchao took out, Cheng Mengshan's eyes suddenly lit up. In fact, Song Yuanchao had a lot of good cigarettes on his body, and even Huazi brought a few packs, but he didn't take them out in the face of Cheng Mengshan, but took the most ordinary front door.

This is not to look down on Cheng Mengshan, but Song Yuanchao is taking care of the other party by doing this.

Cheng Mengshan was wearing a shirt that had been washed and the color was no longer visible, with patches on his elbows, plus the calluses on his hands, Song Yuanchao knew that his conditions were definitely not good, if he came out with a pack of good cigarettes at this time, I am afraid that the other party would have ideas, but it was not as suitable as the ordinary front door.

The relationship between men is nothing more than cigarettes and alcohol, smoking Song Yuanchao and Cheng Mengshan chatted, and soon knew each other's situation.

Song Yuanchao guessed correctly, Cheng Mengshan's hometown is in Yimeng Mountain, and his name also comes from Yimeng Mountain.

Cheng Mengshan is three years older than Song Yuanchao, 27 this year, married and has children, is a primary school teacher in the local village, but he is not a teacher, just in the brigade to lead the work, and the income as a teacher is not high, not enough for the family to eat and drink, so usually Cheng Mengshan has to work in the field to earn work.

Cheng Mengshan only finished junior high school, and did not study high school seriously, and his high school completely relied on self-study. Moreover, his hometown is relatively backward, the level of education is not high, and it is not easy for an ordinary rural teacher like him to not only teach children but also be busy with agricultural work on weekdays.

In 77 and 78, Cheng Mengshan failed in the two college entrance examinations, until this time he finally got a good score, asked about this, Cheng Mengshan proudly told Song Yuanchao that he was the first college student in their hometown to come out of the mountains, and when he came to report, the whole team not only made up enough money for him, but also beat gongs and drums to send him to college.

"By the way, this is what the villagers brought to me when I came, you can taste it." As he spoke, Cheng Mengshan remembered something, and hurriedly dragged out a burden from under the bed, and took out a few corn pancakes from it.

"It's a good thing, I haven't eaten it for a few days." Corn pancakes, a specialty of Jiaodong, are similar foods in the northwest, but Song Yuanchao has never eaten them since he returned to Huhai.

Song Yuanchao was not polite, he took it and took a bite directly, this pancake tastes very toothy, and people with bad teeth really can't chew, but Song Yuanchao eats with relish, and says that it would be good if there were green onions and sauce while eating.

As soon as he heard Song Yuanchao say this, Cheng Mengshan was even happier, and hurriedly said that there was sauce for green onions, and he was worried that Song Yuanchao was not used to it, so he didn't take it out, so he took out two green onions and a jar of sauce from his baggage, Song Yuanchao directly took the peeled green onions, dipped in the sauce and took a bite of green onions and a mouthful of pancakes, and ate them very fragrantly.

After eating, Song Yuanchao wiped his mouth, smiled and said that he couldn't eat his things without a gift, and immediately gave Cheng Mengshan a bag of butterfly crisp he brought.

Cheng Mengshan has never eaten this thing, and the butterfly crisp milk wrapped in oiled paper is fragrant, and he knows that it must be delicious without entering it.

"In the end, it is the big Huhai, and what comes out is different." Cheng Mengshan sighed.

"What's the difference, isn't it all in the stomach? In my opinion, this thing is not as good as your pancake topping when I'm really hungry, and I still have a few packs here, why don't we just change it? Song Yuanchao laughed and joked, Cheng Mengshan was happy to hear it, he was not stupid, he naturally knew that Song Yuanchao had good intentions, but even if it was changed, although Cheng Mengshan knew that butterfly crisp was a good thing, but it was cheap but it must not be taken advantage of, not to mention that these pancakes were ready to be eaten slowly for several days.

As the conversation was rising, there was movement at the door, and when I looked up, I saw that there was a new life.

"Ouch, isn't this Song?" The freshmen who had just arrived saw Song Yuanchao, who was sitting there talking with Cheng Mengshan, his eyes suddenly lit up, and his expression was a little excited.

Song Yuanchao looked back suspiciously, but he couldn't remember where he had seen this classmate.

"Hello Song, I didn't expect you to be roommates in a dormitory!" The man stepped forward very enthusiastically and stretched out his hands to Song Yuanchao, shaking them up and down as soon as he grasped them: "When I came to report earlier, I saw you talking and laughing with those teachers and seniors, and I began to wonder who this person was?" Later, when I inquired, I was terrible! It's actually a freshman like me, and it's the object of our 77th senior. Hahaha, classmate Song, when I came to the dormitory earlier, I was still thinking about finding a way to meet you, but I didn't expect to meet you as soon as I entered the door, you say, is this fate? ”

This self-acquainted classmate is not tall and has a sharp beak and monkey cheeks, and he looks sorry for the honor of the masses, but he speaks in a set of ways, and he is extremely enthusiastic, and there is a northwest flavor in his voice, which makes Song Yuanchao feel particularly cordial.

Song Yuanchao waved his hand again and again, saying where is there such an exaggeration as you said, but this classmate laughed and said that Song Yuanchao was too modest, especially seeing Cheng Mengshan on the side with a puzzled look, this classmate immediately told the things he had seen and heard about Song Yuanchao and Lin Yan at the registration office before, and even gave Song Yuanchao a thumbs up after finishing speaking, admiring Song Yuanchao's real cow.

This self-familiar guy is called Sun Yaoliang, when he asked his hometown, he was really from Chang'an, Northwest China, Sun Yaoliang had been an educated youth, but he returned to the city to work a few years ago, and when he was admitted to university, Sun Yaoliang was already a clerk of the local supply and marketing cooperative.