Rebirth of the God-level Xueba

Unlike the fanfare when he returned to his hometown, Yang Rui was as low-key and simple as possible when he returned to Beijing.

　　 As usual, the father just sent it out, and the mother stuffed a bag of food and clean clothes as usual.

　　 Cousin Duanhang drove Yang Rui all the way to Nanhu Railway Station in a jeep, and called his second aunt Song Yan to help him settle down, and then left with a smile.

　　 Yang Rui waited for 30 minutes in the soft-seat waiting room before seeing his colleagues Cao Baoming and He Cheng. The others had gone to school sooner or later, some of them had already started, and some could not stay at home.

　　 Cao Baoming and He Cheng would have gone back long ago if they hadn't waited for Yang Rui.

　　 After getting on the train, Cao Baoming looked comfortable and said, "I finally got out of the house. Why didn't I feel so uncomfortable staying at home before."

　　He Cheng was busy putting his luggage, glared at him, and said, "Children don't think they are ugly, dogs don't think they are poor."

"I don't think my family is poor. We are now in college. After two years of graduation, I will take all the family out, work hard, and share a big house... Bah, you are the dog." Cao Baoming Rebutting rebutting, suddenly felt wrong.

　　 Yang Rui’s luggage was simple, he squeezed it into the car and lay down, feeling relaxed, and said with a smile: "Old Cao means it’s inconvenient at home, don’t enlarge it."

"That is to say, I don't even have a light at home, I go to bed at 7 o'clock in the evening, and I have to pee in the dark. It's not that I said that the countryside is too bitter. It can't be compared with the city, and it can't be compared with Beijing." Thousands of appearances.

　　 He Cheng wailed his lips and said, "You are lying in a soft sleeper and others have to stand. How do you say this? Otherwise, you can give up your position."

Cao Baoming laughed and turned away from the topic: "Hey, so many people, how could I let me here? Don't say, Li Xuegong's Railway Institute is really good. If you return to Nanhu in the future, it will probably not take a few years. Assigned to a big house."

　　 The lights in the soft seat carriages are half bright and half dark, and when the curtains are opened, the light from the station comes through.

　　 The platform is always full of dangdang people, and the crowd with big bags and small bags desperately squeezed into the carriage.

At this time, people’s luggage is on average more than double that of 30 years later. There are fewer people using luggage check-in. Most people have to carry dozens of kilograms of bags or boxes, making the carriage not only crowded. Even people with too much luggage have nowhere to stay.

　　 I was lucky enough to buy a ticket, so I rushed to get on the bus to find a good place for my luggage. The luggage rack above my seat is undoubtedly the best, convenient and safe, but if I don’t grab the top 100 and get on the bus, there is basically no chance to put my luggage on the luggage rack, and I even want to stuff my luggage under the seat. It also has to run faster than most people.

　　 However, those passengers who have not bought the reserved compartments are just trying to get in the car for peace of mind, or find a convenient place to stay and squat.

　　 On the train in the 1980s, it was good luck to be able to squat all the way. As for the scalper tickets that can be paid to buy seats, or the high-speed rail trains that arrive in just a few hours, they are only legendary products that are difficult for ordinary people to touch. They are criticized in literary works to prove the superiority of socialism. , A kind of popular science in science fiction works to prove the superiority of socialism.

Although there are only four beds in the soft sleeper box, He Cheng compulsively put the luggage first, then relaxed, turned his head to continue the previous topic, and asked: "Lao Cao, you were powered on when you were in the second year of high school, right? Not willing to use it."

　　 Cao Baoming said angrily: "Two cents and eighty one kilowatt-hour of electricity, are you willing to use it?"

　　 "We are not that expensive."

In the 1980s, rural electricity bills were more expensive than urban electricity bills. That’s why the village had to pay part of the money to pull electricity. Have to pay more money.

　　 Twenty eight cents per kilowatt-hour of electricity is a little less than thirty years later. Considering the income that is a hundred times different, the cost of electricity is also a hundred times worse.

Cao Baoming hated this, breaking his fingers and said: "The electric light at home is 100 watts, and the 60 watts are not bright at all, and my father can't afford to lose that person. I lose money when I use it, three cents an hour. If you don’t come to your house, no one will be willing to turn on the lights. Starting from the eighth day of the day, everyone has come to visit during the day. You can’t let other people’s homes cook the lights for you, don’t you?”

　　 "Three cents are really expensive." He Cheng tutted twice. You can buy a pack of cheap cigarettes for three cents.

Cao Baoming said again: "My mother made a small desk lamp and let me read at night. I read it for a day and think about it. It's not that I can't read it during the day and waste that money. So, I've been on the first day of the day. Sleepy when dark, wake up at dawn, more punctual than a crowing chicken."

　　 All three laughed.

　　 He Cheng also said: "Our place is similar. Several families bought TVs and washing machines. They were reluctant to use them. They were all covered with cloth. Usually, like everyone else, they wash clothes by themselves and the washing machine is left idle as furniture."

　　 "I'm also afraid of using electricity."

　　 "Washing powder is also expensive, how can it be considered a waste."

"Life in Beijing is still good. You can use the lights in the dormitory as many times as you want. Don't look at the big pot dishes in the cafeteria, but there are so many varieties and varieties. Fresh dishes from all over the country are shipped. Coming here, in Hedong Province, apart from eating some fresh vegetables saved for a few days during the Spring Festival, we usually only have carrots and cabbage, potatoes and sweet potatoes..."

　　 After complaining to each other for a while, the train started.

　　 Another passenger in the carriage did not get on the bus until the evening, but he was a middle-aged cadre in his 40s and had nothing in common with Yang Rui and others.

　　 No words for a night.

　　 In the evening of the next day, the train arrived at Beijing Railway Station, and the Crown Car sent by Zelecom sent the three to the school separately.

　　 It was getting late, and there was no such thing as a mobile phone to take pictures of the paparazzi. Yang Rui generously let the car into the campus, and then moved the luggage into the dormitory with the driver.

　　 The 84-year-old Crown car logo itself is a pass, not to mention the black brand of Zelecao's foreign capital. The security at the door not only does not stop, but also pays a respect.

　　 The students who come and go can only be seen as a second-generation official in the capital, Wen Qing's "hum", and the angry youth's "Bah", no one goes into deep inquiries.

Only Dong Zhicheng was in the dormitory. This old man seemed to be living in the upper bunk by the window. He poked his head out. Seeing that Yang Rui had returned, he said hello. He went back to the gray mosquito net and said: " Brother Rui is back, how is the house~www.wuxiaspot.com~? The two issues of "Harvest" are really rewarding."

　　 "Oh? How come there are gains?" Yang Rui was packing and chatting.

　　 "There is an article about writers. I borrowed several books according to the names in it, such as Yu Hua's, Wang Shuo's, Mo Yan's..."

　　 "They are all contemporary writers." Yang Rui replied casually.

Dong Zhicheng was very excited, sat up in the upper bunk, and asked, "Brother Rui also likes contemporary writers? I think contemporary writers write well. It is not that previous writers did not write well, or that they feel a bit jerky, like Lu Xun. , Mao Dun..."

　　 "I don't read novels too much." Yang Rui interrupted him quickly, and the topic was chatting, but the spring rains were endless.

　　Dong Zhicheng let out a disappointed "Oh", and then said: "I will always read some, right? Whose novel do you like the most?"

　　 Yang Rui turned his mind and said hesitantly: "I've seen Lu Xun and Mo Yan."

Those who have read Lu Xun because they have it in the textbook, and those who have read Mo Yan because they won the Nobel Prize. For the university experimental dog, it is no longer easy to see this degree. No matter how much you read it, I’m afraid it will degenerate. Written as a green dog.

As a student of the physics department, Dong Zhicheng, let alone his theoretical reading, the literary illness is not minor, he could not help but sighed, and said: "Brother Rui, it’s not that I said, you read well, but literary works are still required. People don’t always say that university is a good place to cultivate your sentiment. How can you cultivate your sentiment if you don’t study... The writer you choose is also interesting. Lu Xun will not say how to read Mo Yan as soon as you read. You should make a study plan. ."

　　 In the 1980s, Wenqing was severely contagious. After 30 years, Wenqing can be put on impetuous signs.

　　 Yang Rui was also slightly affected by the current university atmosphere, and couldn't help thinking: I was busy doing experiments before, now I should really stop and read some books that cultivate my sentiment.

　　 Thinking of this, Yang Rui raised his head and said, "You can recommend some books to me."

"No problem, I'll make a list for you. You can make a reference." Dong Zhicheng said, patted his prominently uneven head again, and said: "Forgot to say, there is a letter for you, Mao Qiming will help you. Take it back, put it in your drawer."

　　 "Oh, thank you." Yang Rui opened the drawer and took out the envelope on the top surface.

　　 The sender is "Chinese Medicine Foreign Trade".

　　 Yang Rui frowned slightly, and tore it apart, but it was an invitation letter:

　　Dear Mr. Yang Rui:

　　In order to further promote international cooperation, promote the development of global medical and biological fields, and exchange research results between each other, our company has decided to host the 8th

　　"International Medical Bioengineering Conference". The conference will provide a world-class information exchange platform for experts, professors, scholars, and engineers from universities, research institutes, enterprises and institutions at home and abroad, and discuss the problems and developments in related fields.

　　 This conference will be held in Beijing on April 12. In view of your research and achievements in related fields, the conference organizing committee specially invites you to communicate and discuss. If you have a speech topic, please mail your speech topic and detailed abstract to us before April 1. If you do not have a speech topic or detailed abstract, it is difficult for us to arrange a meeting to speak, please understand.

　　 In addition, we arranged the Xiangshan Hotel as a reception, accommodation and conference...

　　 was signed by China National Pharmaceutical Foreign Trade Corporation.

　　 Yang Rui blinked, then glanced again, can't believe that TCM Foreign Trade is so kind.

　　 The International Medical Bioengineering Conference is a serious international academic exchange meeting, belonging to a high-level category.

Don’t look at the three-day conference in Beijing in the early 1980s, two days and three small conferences, and busy hotels were not booked, so that Beijing hotels had to provide extra beds and people were sleeping in the corridors, just like the top three hospitals. But if you count them one by one, there are really not many conferences that can be called high-level conferences. If they are divided into separate fields, there will be more than one event in a year.

After 30 years, big cattle-level scholars will participate in the conference. Today, the United States will have a trip, and tomorrow will be a trip to Turkey. There is no time for busy travel. International conferences held in China will not be awarded or even weighted. For the awards, even too lazy to participate, they sent their disciples to attend.

　　Yang Rui's master's tutors were average, and he had the qualifications to participate in an international conference held in Guilin...

　　 But in 1984, there were too few scholars who were eligible to go abroad. Everyone was staring at international conferences held in China. At this time, these things can be counted as seniority.

Since it is an international conference, it is necessary to invite international scholars to participate. The location is already tight. Domestic scholars are ranked in terms of seniority, and scholars at the top level must line up to eat fruit. You can go to www.wuxiaspot.com. I will...

Although Yang Rui heard the news that the "International Medical Bioengineering Conference" was contracted by a central enterprise, he didn't think it in his heart. He did not expect that the contracting of the conference was the foreign trade of Chinese medicine, and it was far from a harmonious relationship between Chinese medicine. Foreign trade actually gave him a place.

　　 Just eating, drinking and sleeping for a few days at the Fragrant Hill Hotel was a rare benefit in the 1980s.

Yang Rui picked up the letter and read it again. He was sure that it was not a prank. He did not care what the foreign trade of Chinese medicine was for. He once again set his eyes on the middle section and read it silently: If you have a speech topic, please write your speech topic before April 1st. And a detailed summary mailed to us.

　　 "It seems too late." Yang Rui pinched his chin, thinking thoughtfully.

　　 "Look at the book list I wrote. If you have any ideas, I'll change it." Dong Zhicheng wrote the book list confidently, rarely landing on his feet, and handed it to Yang Rui in person.

　　 Yang Rui grabbed it and took a look, and saw a densely packed dozens of titles, ranging from long to short, domestic and foreign.

　　 After reading so many books, time must be too late. Between cultivating sentiment and experimental research, Yang Rui quickly made a trade-off.

　　 He folded the book list "唰", put it in his pocket, and said with a smile: "I'll start reading as soon as I have time, and I'll talk to you after reading it."

　　 "Good, good." Dong Zhicheng said excitedly: "You don't have to finish reading, you can talk to me anytime."

　　 Yang Rui patted Dong Zhicheng on the shoulder, nodded vigorously, without saying anything.