Yang Heyu hardly slept, he spent the whole night searching in a daze, and when he came back, it was already a new day.
Fortunately, when he was in Chengdu, his luggage was packed in an orderly manner. At this time, he would not rush around and make noises to offend others who were already asleep.
He lived in a small room in the back hall of the bakery, and when he went out with his luggage, he bumped into the worker next door who was getting up early in the morning.
Seeing Yang Heyu's appearance, the man immediately smiled and said, "Leaving?"
"Yes, I have troubled everyone during this time."
"Don't talk like that, we are all friends." The man held two flour-soaked hands and used his elbow to help Yang Heyu open the small door. He watched Yang Heyu leave, and shouted loudly: "Goodbye!"
Goodbye
Yang Heyu smiled slightly, he also liked this sentence, and thought in his heart that we would see each other again.
He went straight to the station, and after another day's work, he finally arrived in Beijing the next morning.
This city, his father always read it to him when he was young.
Yang Shiqing told him the stories written in history books: the roots of the imperial city, Tiananmen Square, the founding ceremony, and the grand series. He always spoke vividly, and then said to Yesha, who was full of smiles¡ª¡ª"After a few years, we can always go and see together."
Yang Heyu stood in the bus, his eyes were a little moist. As the bus passed Tiananmen Square slowly, he suddenly smiled.
He thought: This Tiananmen Square is so magnificent, how can it be presented by the background canvas in the photo in the backpack.
The Agricultural University where Yang Heyu studied is the best agricultural university in China.
Today is the last day of reporting, and the welcome banners on the campus are still hanging high, being blown to pieces by the wind. Yang Heyu's heart surged with enthusiasm, and he silently read a sentence on the banner: Solve the difficulties of people's livelihood and cultivate the talents of the world. He remembered this sentence, it was written in the admission letter, and he liked it very much.
In 1994, university tuition fees began to rise, and Yang Heyu had little money left after paying the fees. But he is not worried, nothing more than doing part-time jobs: continue to be a tutor, or a waiter, even if it is sweeping the floor? Anyway, in this big Beijing, he has to rely on his own ability to study hard and live well.
Yang Heyu's dormitory is in 306, Building 3. He arrived at the latest, and there was still a top bunk next to the door left in the dormitory for him.
A middle-aged couple who looked well maintained were sitting on the lower bunk and looking at him. Behind them, a medium-sized, dark-skinned boy lay bored.
Seeing Yang Heyu, the woman sitting in the lower berth said, "You are in the upper berth of our Pengye, and there is no other seat."
"Hey, okay." Yang Heyu responded. He put down his luggage and began to climb to the upper bunk to pick up the bedding distributed by the school.
"You are quite capable, how many children are there?" the woman asked again.
"I also have a cousin."
"Cousin doesn't count, you are also an only child? Oh, then you are really capable! Take care of us Peng Ye in the future, he is not as capable as you!"
She speaks with a strong Northeast accent, with a sense of kindness. She praised Yang Heyu's independence, but she was still very curious, so she asked, "Didn't your family come to see you off? Where did you come from?"
"Come here from Chengdu." Even though he was asked about his weakness, Yang Heyu was always polite. After tidying up, he jumped off the bed and replied, "My parents are gone, and my uncle and aunt have to take care of my cousin. It's a long journey, so I'm just one People are coming." (Remember this website URL: www.hlnovel.com