Exciting 1979!

Chapter 1 My Father Sent Me to Peking University

"What are you standing there for? Get off the bus quickly. You're missing home!" Old Wei urged his son Wei Ming.

Seeing that he looked like he just woke up, Lao Wei simply picked up all the luggage and said, "You've become stupid from studying. Hurry up and catch up... Hey, please make way for the trouble in front..."

"Ouch, you stepped on my foot!"

"Whose big rooster is this? Catch it, it's flying!"

"Don't push, my balls are going to break!"

The carriage was filled with people pushing and shoving, and it was like a hundred toads thrown into a pot of boiling water.

Looking at the back of his late father, Wei Ming chose to follow. At this moment, he was three parts afraid, six parts happy, and 91 parts numb.

He was like a bystander. Everything in front of him, his father, the passengers, the rooster, and even himself, were like the characters in an old black-and-white movie, with blurred pixels, old-fashioned clothes, and words that were more than 40 years out of date.

Accompanied by the horn sounding "The train has stopped at Yanjing Railway Station", the father and son squeezed out of the stuffy and noisy green carriage.

At this time, the black and white film began to be colored, the world became colorful and clear, and Wei Ming's soul and body completely returned to their original place and became one.

Looking back at the steam locomotive still belching smoke, and the slogans of the times on the station, he pinched himself lightly a few times.

pain!
So, I really went back to the past?!

I still remember that night in the hotel, his company was holding a celebration party for the successful overseas export and foreign exchange earnings of the short play "The Domineering Chuan Bao Falls in Love with Me, a Cleaning Lady in the White House".

Ten million, in US dollars!

Those traditional filmmakers who are almost unable to make a living are so envious of him that they all surround him and wish they could bow down to him.

The most proactive one was the foreign heroine. Because she admired her own Caihua so much, she opened a room to continue discussing the script for the next part.

So, a pill of Viagra gave me a new lease of life?!

Now is... 1979? The year of the third college entrance examination!

This year, I was 18 years old!
Is this another way of saying "a man dies as a teenager"?

At the age of eighteen, I was extremely strong in every aspect!
No belly, no chubby cheeks, and lots of hair, very thick and lush!

The aunt with pigtails next to him would even secretly look at him, which made Wei Ming feel a little dizzy and he walked faster and faster.

"You bastard, run, run, don't you know how to help me carry my luggage?" Wei Jiefang wiped his sweat.

"Dad, please stand here and don't move. I'm going to buy two popsicles."

There were many people selling things on the platform, including newspapers, boiled eggs, Arctic Ocean cigarettes, and various cigarettes. He asked and learned that popsicles were five cents each and were green bean flavored.

"It's good to cool down, have one!"

"Come…"

Wei Ming was stunned as he felt his pocket. At this moment, a joking voice came from behind him: "Go ahead, keep going~"

It's embarrassing. He has money, but his dick is sewn into my mother's underwear. It's not nice to take it out in the open.

Then he saw Lao Wei proudly taking off his rubber-soled shoes and taking out a dime from them.

"Give me two to cool down from the heat!" Wei Jiefang said proudly.

The popsicle seller took three popsicles. He also needed popsicles to calm down his anger. He felt dirty.

~
"Dad, what should we do next?" Wei Ming sucked on his popsicle, looked around, and completely gave himself to his father.

After all, he was a newcomer and had long forgotten how to play in 1979.

Wei Jiefang held the stick that still had some flavor in his mouth and began to show off: "I've been to Yanjing City several times. Old Yanjing has nothing special but a lot of tunnels. I'll go through that tunnel entrance later and leave the station first."

"Dad, let me do this." Wei Ming picked up the two packages and walked briskly.

Wei Jiefang chased after him happily: "Be gentle, be slow, there's wine in it!"

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Walking out of the train station built twenty years ago, Wei Ming looked at the pair of towering clock towers behind him, as if they would still be there decades later.

He went on a long journey at the age of eighteen, and this was his first impression of the city of Yanjing.

After walking a distance, they saw buses from various universities welcoming the freshmen of Class 79.

Wei Jiefang looked at the cars one by one: "Tsinghua University... Normal University... Foreign Languages... Over there! Peking University's car to pick up freshmen! Follow it!"

Peking University had two cars, and they got on one at random. The college student in charge of receiving them did not even check their admission letters.

There weren't many people on the bus, so the father and son found two empty seats and settled themselves down. In the front row was a girl of average appearance.

Soon, a boy with small eyes and cloth shoes got on the bus, squinted at everyone, and then sat next to the girl in the front row.

When the car started, the boy finally couldn't hold back any longer and asked slowly, "Classmate, which department are you from?"

The girl seemed to have heard the rural accent in his Mandarin and asked with a smile, "Where in Henan are you from?"

"Hey," the boy was overjoyed, "We're from the same hometown, Yanjin."

"I'm from Huaxian."

"Then we are close fellow villagers!"

"Yes, my neighbor!" the girl said. "Let me introduce you to you. I'm Guo Jianmei, 79, Law Department."

"Liu Zhenyun, 78 Chinese Department."

When Wei Ming heard the name, he was not surprised. He recognized him early on. This guy has not changed much after 40 years.

Guo Jianmei reacted wildly: "You are last year's provincial champion in liberal arts, Liu Zhenyun!"

Wei Ming complained in his heart: You are still his wife. Seeing the other party's amazed eyes, Liu Zhenyun straightened his back and pretended to be humble: "It should be me."

Wei Ming: Okay, laugh if you want to.

But Guo Jianmei's next sentence made Liu Zhenyun's back collapse: "Can't new students and their parents also take this car?"

Wei Ming: Well, it seems not possible, at least not appropriate.

Liu Zhenyun just wanted to save on travel expenses, but he couldn't lose face in front of the girl.

He pointed at the boy in the front row who was in charge of welcoming new students and said, "My senior from the department insisted on getting on the bus. I had no choice. We are too close."

After all, Liu Zhenyun had the aura of a top scholar, and they were also from the same hometown, so the girl quickly overlooked this minor moral flaw, and the two happily chatted about literature.

"Will all of you Chinese majors become writers in the future?"

Liu Zhenyun: "In fact, this is a misunderstanding of our Chinese Department. The Chinese Department does not produce writers. Our education is aimed at cultivating literary critics, but..."

Liu Zhenyun then changed the subject and said that his debut novel would be published soon, which once again attracted a wave of admiring glances from his junior sister.

Nowadays, men who are involved in literature are indeed popular with girls.

Wei Ming admitted this point. The entire 1980s could be said to be the best decade for literature. Literary magazines sprang up like mushrooms after a rain, and people's hunger for words reached its peak.

"October" and "Zhongshan" were founded last year.

This year's "Contemporary" and "Huacheng", as well as the re-published "Harvest".

Various provincial and municipal magazines and periodicals are also being launched.

People who can write can make a big difference. They have status, high income, and an easy life. As long as they are not particularly good-looking, they can marry not only female college students but even female celebrities.

Who is the most popular female star now?

The bus headed west and then turned north, leaving the hustle and bustle behind. Wei Ming leaned against the window and daydreamed about the outdoors.

In addition to celebrities, movies, and literature, I also thought of last year's reform and opening up, as well as the many regrets of my previous life.

Living in such a turbulent and exciting era, I have achieved nothing in the first half of my life.

It was not until the beginning of the 21st century, when he was 40 years old, that he began to accumulate strength and reached the peak of his life after he was 60 years old. His net worth exceeded million yuan, and he was awarded the title of "late bloomer".

But if it can be accomplished early, who would want to accomplish it late?
Seeing that his son didn't say anything, Wei Jiefang thought he was just tired from riding the train, but he himself was not tired. Instead, he felt quite energetic and even excited.

"Classmate, how much allowance do you college students receive per month?"

As a social gangster, Old Wei intruded into the conversation between the talented couple. He did not feel embarrassed at all and soon became friends with Liu Zhenyun, who also came from a rural background.

Guo Jianmei turned her head to glance at Wei Ming's handsome profile in a somewhat obscure manner. She wanted to speak but was too embarrassed to ask.

Until Liu Zhenyun asked the question she was thinking about: "Uncle, which department is Xiao Wei a freshman in?"

The crowds outside the window gradually thinned out, and Wei Ming turned around to listen to what Old Wei had to say.

Wei Jiefang said shamelessly: "It is not yet certain where to divide it."

"Ah?" Liu Zhenyun was confused. Wasn't it written on the admission letter? What was there to be uncertain about?

Wei Jiefang laughed and said mysteriously, "You don't understand."

Then he turned around and started chatting with the parents of the students behind him.

Liu Zhenyun became even more curious about the father and son behind him, and even the beautiful junior sister from the same hometown was not so attractive.

He pricked up his ears and later heard Lao Wei whispering to Wei Ming:
"Which one do you think is better, the Chinese department or the law department?"

"If I learn a foreign language well, can I go abroad?"

"I won't leave even if I have to. A place of wealth and beauty is not as good as my own doghouse..."

Liu Zhenyun was shocked when he heard this. Could it be that this old farmer-looking uncle had all-powerful abilities and could enroll in any of the Chinese, Law, or Foreign Languages Departments he wanted? !

With such suspicion, Liu Zhenyun's radar locked onto the father and son.

After nearly two hours' drive, we finally arrived at Peking University. Students and parents jumped out excitedly, not caring at all about the desolate surroundings.

There are still large tracts of farmland and ponds opposite the west gate. Peking University and Tsinghua University are both located in the suburbs of Yanjing.

And in front of them is the iconic West Gate of Peking University, a famous check-in spot with all the necessary elements including ancient buildings, plaques, and stone lions.

Everyone was walking inside, but Wei Jiefang and Wei Ming were going the opposite way, carrying their luggage and heading across the street.

"Uncle, you are going in the wrong direction." Liu Zhenyun reminded.

Wei Jiefang pointed to a garden opposite: "Is that Weixiu Garden?"

"correct."

"That's right, hehe, let's find someone first, my brother is a leader at Peking University."

Wei Ming also smiled at them and said, "See you soon."

Guo Jianmei: You look even better when you smile!
After saying that, Old Wei took Little Wei and walked towards the Peking University faculty building in Weixiu Garden.

Liu Zhenyun was somewhat indignant about this kind of backdoor behavior. Can the leader's nephew do whatever he wants?
This is really outrageous, I am so envious!
He curled his lips and turned around. Guo Jianmei had already left with her luggage. He quickly caught up with her.

"Hey, wait for me, Junior Sister, I'll help you carry your luggage!"

Before entering the west gate of Peking University, Liu Zhenyun took a last look at the backs of the father and son.

You can enter any department you want. Are you also the top scorer in the college entrance examination?
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