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Bai Luochuan felt that he had suffered a great loss. He was busy with things there, and Mi Yang didn't want to disturb him too much. When he hung up, Young Master Bai didn't forget to remind him again: "Remember to come back on weekends, or I'll go find him you."

Mi Yang could only admit it.

No matter what he said, his "parent" was already famous.

Mi Yang finished collecting his belongings, and went to the office to find Professor Zhang before the military training.

When he returned to Shanhai Town during the summer vacation, Mi Hong gave him a manuscript, and this time he returned the original.

Professor Zhang was wearing reading glasses and slowly looking at the literature. When he saw that he came in with the wooden box, he hadn’t reacted yet. When he opened it and saw the books, he couldn’t help but let out an “ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh” Holding it in the palm of his hand and flipping through it, the old man saw that the book collection seal and some handwriting on it were still there, and couldn't help but tremble slightly with excitement, looked up at him and said, "Where did you find this book?" of?"

Mi Yang smiled and said: "My grandfather asked me to bring it to you. He also brought a sentence, asking me to ask if you remember Mi Hong from the third hall? It's been too long. The original receipt He has lost it, please write another receipt, and he can let go of a thing he has been thinking about for so many years."

Mr. Zhang looked up at him for a while, and suddenly said: "So it's him! Is Mi Hong your grandfather? This is really..." The old professor thought for a long time, but he was so happy that he didn't know what to say, so he patted Mi Hong. "It's really fate. Your grandfather not only sent me the book, but also sent me a student who taught so well. I should thank him."

Zhang Lao took out a pen and paper, carefully wrote a receipt, signed his name and stamped his personal seal according to the format in the early years.

Mi Yang carefully put away the note, with this he can go back to do business with Mi Hong.

Zhang Lao refused to let him go, turned over on his body, and called Chen Baiwei again: "Baiwei, where is my wallet?"

Hearing the old man's tone of voice, Chen Baiwei was a little anxious, asked for the location, and came to deliver it himself.

Mr. Zhang solemnly took 500 yuan from his wallet to Mi Yang, and said to him: "At the beginning, I only gave [-] cents as a deposit, and I never gave the rest. These are repair fees. You can tell your grandpa later, how much?" Don’t give me back any more, and the extra will be used as a storage fee. I know he won’t accept any more, but I sincerely thank him. This set of books is still handed down from my father, and there are his old people’s books on it. Words are just a set of books to others, but they are priceless treasures to me..." After the old man finished speaking, he sighed himself, feeling excited and emotional at the same time.

Chen Baiwei was afraid that he was getting old and his heart would feel uncomfortable when he was excited, so he interrupted and said: "Aren't you back now? Just come back. You didn't tell me what you wanted money for on the phone. I was scared. You were still downstairs just now. I raised 5000 yuan in one breath, I'm afraid it's not enough." He smiled and coaxed the old man, "Old man, my junior brother has done such a great deed, shall we treat him to dinner at noon?"

Zhang Lao immediately nodded and said: "Yes, yes, Mi Yang, there is no appointment at noon, right? If you have friends to bring along with you, you don't have to be polite to the teacher."

Mi Yang smiled and said: "If you are free, I invite you to do it too. After all, our family has just received wages and is a 'rich household'."

In the early years, there was a saying like this, when you get a salary, you always have to treat your friends to a snack. When Mi Yang said this, Zhang Lao and Chen Baiwei both laughed.

At noon, Chen Baiwei ordered a Lu cuisine restaurant, and took Mi Yang there for a meal.

Chen Baiwei served him a bowl of prawn and cabbage soup, and smiled at him, "How about it, I remembered this restaurant since I knew you were from Lu City. Is the taste authentic?"

Mi Yang nodded and said, "It's delicious, thank you brother."

Chen Baiwei said: "You're welcome, my mother is also from Lu City, and later moved here, speaking of which we are still fellow villagers."

Zhang Lao also smiled and said, "Mi Yang eat more."

Chen Baiwei said: "Yes, let go and eat, I will swipe the card later."

After Mi Yang finished his meal, Chen Baiwei went to the front to swipe his card. Mi Yang felt a little puzzled, but he didn't ask, and followed them back to school.

After sending off Mr. Zhang, Chen Baiwei walked with him shoulder to shoulder, and his words were full of thanks, "Little brother, you have done a good job this time. The old man hasn't been as happy as today in a long time. You I paid for Yue's canteen, and my meal card..."

Mi Yang immediately waved his hands when he heard these two words, and refused again and again: "No, brother, I have money in my meal card."

For fear that he would not believe it, he added: "A lot of money, enough to eat."

Chen Baiwei saw that his demeanor did not seem to be fake, so he smiled and said: "That's okay, if you need anything later, just call me. There are many delicious restaurants around here, I will take you to try."

Mi Yang got acquainted with him, and joked: "Did brother get rich? It's different from what they said, he's not stingy at all."

Chen Bai smiled and said: "It's a pick, but this is considered a public expense and can be reimbursed by someone." He winked at Mi Yang and said: "Although the old man only receives a salary, but the grandson will make money, let's spend Ren Jingnian."

Mi Yang didn't understand: "Huh?"

"Xiao Ren's family is just such an elder, and he doesn't know what to buy for him when he makes money, so he just keeps sending money to this card." Chen Baiwei swayed with his arm on his shoulder, and said to him: " The old man is getting old, except for the materials and documents that he misses so much, he has lost his things several times, and he forgot where to put them as soon as he changed hands.

Mi Yang said: "No wonder Professor Zhang called you just now to ask for your wallet. It turned out to be like this. You two have a really good relationship."

Chen Baiwei proudly said: "Is it more thoughtful than your own grandson?"

Mi Yang smiled and nodded.

After returning the book, a good relationship was formed.

Mr. Zhang recognizes talent, and even more recognizes character, and takes extra care of Mi Yang. The old man loves Mi Yang, and Chen Baiwei naturally takes care of him as much as possible. For some things, he goes twice to do for Mi Yang. It was to help him analyze that Chen Baiwei came more often, and Mi Yang learned from his classmates that Chen Shige is also a small celebrity in the courtyard, and he is very good at his hands. I have made cursive imitations of the kind I identified twice, and even Professor Zhang didn't see it.

Mi Yang's calligraphy is also good, enough to do repairs, but compared with Chen Baiwei, there is still a distance.

One is good at calligraphy, and the other is good at various fields. Both of them are very popular with the professors in the college.

Mi Yang's attention to Chen Baiwei was just a moment of amazement after watching it, and it passed away, and he focused more on Bai Luochuan.

Young Master Bai and him are not in the same hospital. Although we only see each other every few days, it is obvious that the young master thinks it is not enough, and the phone calls are very frequent.

Telephone bills in 05 were still relatively expensive. At that time, roaming charges had not been cancelled. I often heard students calling "10086" after calling in the corridor to check their balance.A landline phone is installed in the dormitories of both boys and girls, and it is free to use this to receive calls. Some students in Mi Yang’s dormitory also bought phone cards to call their girlfriends from other places, so as to relieve the pain of lovesickness.

The time of military training was the most difficult. Some students from the south just came to the north and couldn’t get used to anything. Mi Yang and the others finished training every day and went back to the dormitory to lie there and eat instant noodles secretly.

The boy who slept in the lower bunk of Miyang was from the Northeast, and sighed, "The rice in the cafeteria is not good, it's too hard, and it doesn't taste good at all."

A classmate from Sichuan on the side also nodded, and said while sucking the noodles: "The steamed buns are also thiazolin, they are not sweet."

"How can steamed buns be sweet?"

"Steamed buns are sweet!"

People from Northeast China and people from Sichuan started arguing over whether the steamed buns were sweet. Mi Yang looked at another classmate who was silently eating instant noodles beside him.

Mi Yang hesitated: "What's the matter, do you think this noodle is not delicious?"

The other party’s tears were about to come down, “I’m from Suzhou, you ask me if this noodle is delicious... This can’t be called ‘noodles’ in Suzhou, it’s just ‘instant noodles’, I want to eat Tong Dexing, Zhu Hongxing The fried eel noodles in the noodle shop are really bad, just give me a bowl of Wanchangxing red noodle soup with steamed buns!"

The Northeast classmate is very powerful. While arguing with Xiao Sichuan, he still has the strength to turn around and ask in doubt: "Steamed buns? Are steamed buns divided into small cages and large cages?"

The other party gave him a gesture, and he understood: "Oh, I see, you are talking about Xiaolongbao."

The student from Suzhou got angry, and refused to eat the instant noodles. He seriously told the students from Northeast China about Xiaolongbao: "How can you say it is Xiaolongbao? No, it's steamed bun!"

Mi Yang, who was born in Lu City, has eaten steamed buns for many years, but has also studied in Shanghai for many years. He explained: "The kind of steamed buns with stuffing."

Northeast students were also stunned for a moment: "Steamed buns still have stuffing? Are stuffed buns?"

"No, the stuffed buns are steamed buns, Xiaolong buns!"

"what??"

The students from Sichuan and Northeast also joined in the melee. In the end, they didn’t understand the steamed buns and buns. Mi Yang openly accepted the southern steamed buns with stuffing, but the Northeastern students said they would not give in. Steamed buns with stuffing are different. All stuffed buns in Northeast China are collectively referred to as buns.

The student from Suzhou refused to accept: "What about the gnocchi, what do you say?"

The Northeast student thought for a while, and said, "Ah, you said glutinous rice balls, right?"

"Correct!"

The northeastern boy showed his white teeth with a smile, and imitated him in speaking southern dialect: "I'm not happy to talk about it. If I don't talk about it, what can you do!"

To him, the soft and sticky southern dialect was like hitting a table and fighting. Mi Yang and his classmates from Sichuan were so happy that they almost choked on instant noodles.

Playing around, I ate up all four boxes of instant noodles.

During the military training, Bai Luochuan's name appeared on the school forum for the first time, breaking a previous record.He is very physically fit, and represented the department in an individual obstacle race. Someone secretly took two photos and posted them on the forum, which sparked a small discussion. At that time, the term "school grassroots" just came up, and everyone was talking about it. With relish.Especially among the crowd of literary and artistic young men, such a one appeared out of nowhere, with cold and stern eyes, and attracted the hearts of many girls with just a pair of eyes.

Some people also protested: "He is so white, he is also a little boy!"

Immediately, many people responded, "What do you know?" After a while, the crooked building started to lick the screen again.

There are only a few people in Mi Yang’s academy, and they are only assigned to a remote corner. They are professional people with a sense of contentment, and they don’t fight or grab. Although they obey orders, it is really difficult to get a ranking in the big exercise This gang is gone.The instructor probably noticed it too, so he took them to train for half a day, and sat there cross-legged for a few days for the rest of the day, singing songs together.

When it was time to rest, everyone went up to perform their talents. Most of the other classes performed singing and dancing. In Mi Yang’s class, you look at me and I look at yours. Finally, two people were pushed up to explain the little knowledge of identifying antiques .

The instructor felt that these young people were too young.

He looked around in the team, picked out the more handsome one, and shouted: "Mi Yang, come and act!"

Mi Yang got up and stood there thinking for a while and said, "Then let me talk about some common problems in ancient book restoration?"

Instructor: "..."

Instructor: "Okay, come down."

During the military training exercise, Mi Yang and the others did get a final result, but they also gave a friendship encouragement award.Bai Luochuan from the School of Economics won an outstanding student award and gave a short speech on stage. His performance was as good as ever.

Mi Yang sat under the stage, and looked up at the people on the stage together with countless classmates wearing camouflage military uniforms.Wearing the same clothes, Bai Luochuan looked very energetic when he wore them. He stood there with his hands behind his back and his legs slightly apart. His expression was indifferent and his voice was clear. His face was still handsome and attractive.It seems that some people are born to be able to do their best without any special effort. Just standing there can become a luminous body in the crowd, and people can't help but follow them.

Mi Yang sat down and watched for a while, then laughed to himself.

After the military training, the time became much more relaxed, and Bai Luochuan even came here on purpose and invited people from Mi Yang's dormitory to have dinner with him.

Bai Luochuan had been to the capital many times before, sometimes to discuss business with his cousin, and sometimes to find someone with Mi Yang and know some good restaurants.When people from Mi Yang's dormitory went with them, they saw that he was familiar with the way, and thought he was a local. Bai Luochuan was taken aback when he heard this, and quickly smiled: "No, I am in the same place as Mi Yang's hometown. Because of my parents' work, I have changed several places."

The other party nodded and said, "No wonder you don't have an accent when you speak."

The other also smiled and said, "I saw your photos on the forum before, and thought you were very cool, but I didn't expect you to laugh! You are very easy to get along with."

Bai Luochuan smiled politely, took the menu and ordered food and beer, saw Mi Yang holding his hand while holding the cup, and said, "Forget it, don't drink if you can't drink, what should you do if you're drunk?" Sheng said, "I want another dozen jujube juice."

The people in the dormitory saw it, patted their chests and said, "I can take care of Mi Yang when he's drunk!"

Bai Luochuan handed them the menu and asked them to add some more, as if he didn't hear the answer.

A thick tablecloth was spread on the dining table, and he and Mi Yang sat down side by side, holding hands while hiding under the tablecloth cover. To express intimacy, how could he let Mi Yang get drunk where he couldn't see?I can't bear it at all.