It was still morning when the train arrived in Yanjing, and the sky was cloudless and clear.
After getting off the bus, the girl gave Jiang Yulou the address of her school.
"Teacher Jiang, remember to write to me and come to the Conservatory of Music to come and play with me when you have time."
Their schools were at different addresses, so Li Qingyue said goodbye to Jiang Yulou reluctantly.
Jiang Yulou nodded and said, "Okay, I will do it when I have time."
As for when he will have time, it is not certain.
After all, in addition to studying, he also has to write, which is very busy.
After separating from Li Qingyue, he carried his bag, walked out of the station, and found the bus stop to Yanda.
Although the sun in Yanjing is strong at this time, it is not poisonous.
Plus there was a breeze from time to time, so it wasn't too unbearable.
After waiting for a while, the car came.
Jiang Yulou bought a ticket and got on the bus, then set off.
There were not many people in the car, so he found a window seat and sat down.
After sitting for a while, he felt a little stuffy in the car, so he opened the window.
In Yanjing in the 1970s, there were not as many high-rise buildings as in later generations. Siheyuan was still the mainstream, and six stories was considered high.
The area around the train station is relatively prosperous, mostly built with multi-story buildings, which may look a bit rustic from the perspective of later generations, but in this era, it is considered high-end.
Whether in the past life or in this life, Yanjing is a fascinating place.
It was also because of Yanjing that the term "Beidiao" came into being.
Am I considered a Bei Diao?
It should also count.
Therefore, my first goal in coming to Yanjing seems to be a house.
He immediately thought that in this era, houses in Yanjing were extremely cheap, unlike in later generations, where houses worth tens of millions were unthinkable.
As long as he stocked up on a few more sets, he wouldn't have to worry about it when he retired.
Jiang Yulou thought happily, but it was just a thought. He had never thought about making a fortune from the house. Without him, the time cycle is too long.
After a few more stops, the bus was full of people.
Jiang Yulou observed along the way and found that young people in the capital were generally more fashionable than those in provincial cities.
They generally took off their green military uniforms, had their hair permed, and put on bell-bottom trousers that tightened around their hips and had unusually wide hems.
Sitting in front of him was a pair of middle-aged elder sisters. The two seemed to be chatting about the prices in the capital.
The older sister sighed: "Oh, pak choi is expensive again."
"Is it expensive? I haven't bought it for a few days." The young lady asked doubtfully.
The elder sister said: "Some time ago, a pound of cabbage cost eight cents per pound. Now it has increased to ten cents per pound. Earlier, it cost six cents per pound."
"Oh, that's a lot of increase."
"Not only that, leeks, beans, tomatoes and the like have also gone up. The price of less has increased by one cent, and the price of more has increased by three cents."
"Hasn't the salary also increased? From this point of view, it is equivalent to being cheaper."
"It's just food, TV is really expensive."
"TV? What's the price? I'm embarrassed to ask."
The elder sister said in a slightly proud tone: "A 12-inch black and white TV costs 400 yuan."
The young elder sister covered her mouth and said in surprise: "Four hundred yuan? My monthly salary is only twenty-five yuan!"
"I still need industrial votes..."
Next, the two eldest sisters said something else, but he didn't listen anymore.
Originally, Jiang Yulou thought that he was rich enough, but now he heard that it was nothing.
For four hundred yuan, he had to write several novels before he could afford a TV.
Think about future generations, ordinary people can afford it with a week's salary.
Now, ordinary workers have to go without food and water for two years before they dare to buy a TV.
The revolution has not yet succeeded, we still need to work hard!
At this moment, the conductor's station announcement woke him up from his thoughts.
"Yenjing University is here, get ready if you want to get off the bus. Yenching University, is there Yenching University?"
"Yes, yes."
Jiang Yulou was excited, packed his luggage and raised his hands.
squeak~
With the sound of brakes, the bus stopped in front of the stop sign. Lin Yue looked at the crowd of people outside the window, put his brand new canvas bag on his shoulders, pushed aside the passengers standing in the aisle, and shouted: "Please give way, please." , I want to get off."
Judging from the accent, he's not a local.
It seems that he is quite young. Is he a college student?
Oh, the students from Yanda are amazing!
So, Jiang Yulou gritted his teeth and hurriedly squeezed out of the car in front of the curious eyes of the passengers.
Boom~
As soon as the door closed, the bus turned outward and left the stop.
"Phew, we finally got off the bus."
Jiang Yulou wiped the sweat from his forehead.
Then, he looked around and saw the plaque of Yan University without him having to ask.
It's not that his eyesight is so good, but that the plaques of Yan University are too eye-catching.
Tightening the bag on his back, Jiang Yulou walked towards the school.
After walking for three minutes, we arrived at the school gate.
With a feeling of reverence, Jiang Yulou raised his head and looked at the four characters "Yenjing University" placed between the grand entrance door of the 1970s and the plaque above the door.
Yenching University!
Unexpectedly, he could not even get into college in his previous life, but he could be admitted to Yanda University in his new life. It is not an exaggeration to say that it was fate.
Below the plaque is a red banner with the words "Warmly welcome the 79th class of freshmen to enroll!"
"Yanda, I'm here!" Jiang Yulou said in his heart.
So, he walked into the school with firm eyes.
Although the semester has not officially started yet, there are quite a lot of students registering.
However, most of the new students come with their parents.
It’s not that there aren’t people like Jiang Yulou who report in alone, it’s just that there are very few.
At this moment, a slightly deep male voice sounded behind him,
"Um, brother in front, are you also a freshman in the 1979 class?"
Jiang Yulou turned around and saw that the person speaking was a young man wearing glasses, looking old-fashioned, and wearing tacky clothes.
Calling him corny is really not a disservice to him, it's the truth.
Look at the college students around you, no matter whether they are freshmen or old students, they basically wear jackets, shirts, vests, trousers, rubber shoes or leather shoes.
The wealthier ones were riding bicycles. The baskets contained basically all kinds of reference books, poetry collections, etc., and they had military green canvas bags slung at their sides.
As for the boy in front of me, on the left is an old khaki crossbody bag. It seems to be quite old at first glance.
The bag is bulging, and I don’t know what it contains. He is holding a quilt and a pillow under his right arm. He is wearing a patched coarse cloth coat, and underneath is a red vest that has been washed white. If you look closely, you can still see it. There were one or two holes, and the lower body was a pair of military trousers, with mud on the trousers.
Freshmen usually dress cleanly and neatly when they check in. This is the first time he has seen someone as unkempt as this brother.
How should I put it? He is the kind of person who looks more like a farmer than him.
Jiang Yulou was looking at the old-fashioned boy, and the old-fashioned boy was also looking at him. In addition to the friendly smile on his face, there was also a hint of envy in his eyes.
Not only did she envy Jiang Yulou's appearance, but also his clothes.
"Hello."
