Rebirth of the God-level Xueba

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As soon as the train from Pingjiang to Beijing stopped, Ma Lihua began to issue orders: "Lao Wen, pack up quickly, and buy grilled fish when there are fewer people. Don't take it if it's too burnt. Don't use food stamps and meat stamps, don't let people cheat you."

The man lying on the upper bunk of the soft sleeper closed his book, sat up, and complained, "Why do you still buy grilled fish? Didn't you bring a bag full of food?"

"The whole bag is full of fruits, even the cans are fruits, and the chicken should be saved for dinner. Besides, isn't Nanhu famous for its grilled fish? Why don't you give Xiaoman a taste?" Ma Lihua said, Looking at the platform.

This express train has two soft sleepers and four hard sleepers. It is one of the best trains from Hedong Province to Beijing. The Wen family spent a lot of effort to buy three seats in the same soft sleeper box, and now one is vacant.

Ma Lihua wanted to have the entire box to herself, but it was impossible to pay for the remaining seat, so she could only hope that this person would come up later, preferably at night, and leave after a night of sleep.

Looking down from her point of view, there were only a few people queuing up to get on the bus. Ma Lihua looked from the front of the line to the end of the line, and she didn't know if anyone would come to her box.

And at the position a little ahead of the platform, beyond the hard sleeper, it is a hard seat car with a sea of ​​people.

The trains in the 1983s still used steam locomotives, which would emit thick black smoke during travel. In order not to blow into the passenger compartments, the compartments behind the front were luggage compartments, postal compartments, hard-seat compartments, hard-sleeper compartments and soft-sleeper compartments. .

Tickets without seats are also sold in the hard-seat carriages. When they are in short supply, the carriages will be more full than the commuting buses. The conductor had to get out of the car and observe at each stop to see if the springs of the carriages were compressed.

As for when it will be tight, of course it is not only during the Spring Festival and student holidays. In fact, the trains in the 1980s were always tight. In the hard-seat carriages, passengers who are in a hurry to get on the train do not even have time to get on the train from the door, but have to climb in from various lathes.

Passengers in the carriage empathize with each other and are very helpful, always pulling or helping the passengers below to get up.

The soft sleeper car Ma Lihua is in and the hard sleeper car in front are much more relaxed, especially the soft sleeper car. Every four beds, that is, two bunk beds form a box. The sanitation inside is also cleaned quite clean, except that the speed of the car is slow. Some, a little noisy when driving, there is nothing to complain about.

There are also some advantages to the longer stop of the train, such as getting off the train to rest and shopping.

The man on the upper bunk changed into his clothes and got off the train. He bought grilled fish and came back. The train was still not fully loaded, and it stopped firmly on the driveway, showing no intention of moving.

"Just baked,

Bought two. "The man put two oily grilled yellow croakers on the small table. Then he poured water into two ceramic cups made in Jingdezhen for soft sleepers, and pushed them to his daughter and wife.

"Just buy one, why buy two?" Ma Lihua complained.

"One for Xiao Man and one for you." The man said as he went to the upper bunk.

Ma Lihua showed a slight smile, grabbed the man, and said, "Let's eat together, I can't finish it by myself."

"I often eat it, there's no need, you two can just eat it." The man pushed back and sat down, and took down the book on the upper bunk to read.

Ma Lihua smiled, pulled her daughter Xiaoman over, and the two shared a grilled fish.

The hot grilled fish was delicious, Xiaoman's mouth was full of oil, his round face was constantly deformed due to chewing, and his dark eyes were still looking around nimbly.

For a thirteen-year-old girl, it is very interesting to take a train for the first time, and it is a soft sleeper box.

"Bang bang".

The box door knocked twice, and was pulled open immediately.

A young man dragged a trolley case, appeared outside the door, looked inside, came in and said with a smile, "I share a box with you."

"Oh, little brother, you are in the lower berth here." The man saw the ticket in Yang Rui's hand, and gave up his seat in a friendly manner.

Ma Lihua was actually not very happy, the three of them happily stayed in the same box, how comfortable it was, and how uncomfortable it was to have a stranger.

However, she also smiled and said nothing. People buy tickets to take the bus, and I have the right to object. On the other hand, it is not ordinary people who can sit on a soft sleeper. According to the rules, senior cadres like her family, Lao Wen, can only sit on a hard sleeper and cannot sit on a soft sleeper. They only bought it after several layers of relationships. three tickets.

The young man in front of him presumably bought the soft sleeper ticket through his relationship. Ma Lihua knew the difficulty of buying a ticket, so she naturally gave him a high look.

Wen Xiaoman hurriedly put the fish in his mouth back to its original position, and then covered his mouth with his hands, trying to swallow the hard and tough fish meat.

It's best not to be seen by the handsome guy for his gluttonous image.

This is the simple thinking of a 13-year-old girl.

Yang Rui put away the trolley case, put it under the bed, took off the backpack on his back, and started to pack things.

His current attire is actually the same as when he was in college in later generations. He still wears sportswear and still packs a suitcase.

However, compared with the migrant workers who used sacks to pack their things at this time, Yang Rui's equipment was much more advanced.

Ma Lihua's gaze followed Yang Rui's movements.

She knows the trolley suitcases, they are sold in the big shopping malls in the capital, ranging from 30 to 40 yuan, to 300 to 400 yuan, and there are also trolley suitcases specially sold to foreigners in the embassy area, the price is often as high as several hundred yuan Ma Lihua wanted to buy foreign exchange certificates before, but she was reluctant after all. This time, she also came here with big bags on her back.

Under Ma Lihua's watchful eye, Yang Rui took out the thermos cup in an orderly manner, filled it with water, took out two books, and put them on the bedside. Then, he took out his newly bought camera, fixed the lens skillfully, and clicked I took a picture.

Yang Rui was going to take photos of all the train stations he passed by as souvenirs.

However, this action of his surprised the Wen family in the carriage. Today's cameras are all film cameras. One film takes 22 or 23 shots, and then you have to change the film, and each roll of film is expensive.

Just taking a photo that doesn't include yourself and your family is a luxury, except for professional photographers.

The man from the Wen family looked at the camera in Yang Rui's hand curiously, and asked, "The model of your camera is Hongqi 20, right?"

"Yes, you know him?" Yang Rui was also surprised. Although it is a domestic camera, the output of the Hongqi 20 is very small, and even fewer people know it.

The man nodded vigorously, put down the book and said: "I know, why don't I know. We also have one in our company. It's like a baby. I heard that there are only a few hundred units produced in the whole country. Where did you buy it? By the way, I forgot." Self-introduction, my name is Wensi, I am a civilized Wen, a thoughtful Si, I work in Beijing Daily, and my home is Pingjiang."

At this time, people don't care much about privacy issues, and it is very common to exchange names and work units on the train.

Yang Rui hesitated for a moment, and said, "You can call me Yang Rui. I'm going to study in Beijing."

"the University?"

"right."

"Which school?" Wensi kept asking.

Yang Rui said helplessly, "Peking University."

"Ah...Wen Xiaoman, who was pretending to be a lady, made a suppressed cry, and looked at Yang Rui with almost adoring eyes.

Ma Lihua's expression became much more harmonious in an instant. College students in this era are endowed with beautiful words such as civilization, knowledge, progress, and courtesy. Even college students who fail to meet this requirement are actually changing subtly under the requirements of society.

In the same carriage, college students are much better traveling companions than buyers.

"There are more than ten days before the university registration. Why did you go to school so early?" Ma Lihua asked proactively.

"I want to go to the school first." Yang Rui is considering going to the school in advance to rebuild the laboratory.

"Do you have any relatives in Beijing? It's best to stay at relatives' and friends' homes. The hostels outside are very expensive and not safe. Does the school let students live on campus in advance?" Ma Lihua asked with concern.

"I don't know the details yet. I'm planning to report for duty after school starts."

"That's fine." Wen Si picked up the topic, chatted a few words about the school with great interest, and then the topic slowly turned to the camera.

The Hongqi 20 camera is the pinnacle of domestic cameras, and it can also be said to be the last glory. It is imitated from Leica M3, and absorbed part of the design concept of Leica M4. favorite. By the early 1990s, the price of the Hongqi 20 camera reached 5,000 US dollars, and 30 years later, it could be sold for a high price of 15,000 US dollars. It is one of the few cameras that is more expensive than the prototype.

Of course, Hongqi 20 is also very expensive. The domestic price of a set of one machine and three mirrors is more than 2,000 yuan. Due to the extremely low output, it is only allocated to high-level news organizations such as Xinhua News Agency, and it is as high as 3,000 yuan at the Hong Kong exhibition. The price of more than Hong Kong dollars is enough to make ordinary Chinese bankrupt.

Yang Rui bought a Hongqi 20 for both archaeological and collection purposes. After trying it out, it really feels outstanding in the hand. Apart from the heavy feeling, it is better than the peerless ones he has come into contact with in later generations. Most cameras are good, so I took them out to play with and take pictures.

Wen Si, however, was curious about Yang Rui and the camera out of professional habits, so he couldn't help asking questions.

"Bang bang."

This time, it was the car window that was knocked on.

When Yang Rui turned his head, he was surprised to see the trio of Yao Yue, Yao Le and Yao Mu.

"We came late, we didn't find you in the waiting hall, so we came in." Yao Yue whispered.

"Are you here to see me off?"

"What else? I'm only going to Beijing next week, why did you leave so early?" Yao Le grabbed the conversation and spoke extremely fast.

Yang Rui had to explain it again and express his thanks at the same time.

Yao Yue shook her head again and again, and said, "We are the ones who want to say thank you. You must pay attention to your health when you arrive in Beijing..."

She rambled on a lot of words, some of which were repetitive, but she didn't notice.

"Didi—"

When the siren sounded, Yao Yue hurriedly finished the instructions, took the wooden box from Yao's mother, handed it to Yang Rui, and said: "This is the cooked food we made for you, so that you can eat it on the road... Well, it's just to thank you for your help. Yao Le reported volunteering."

"You did it?" Yang Rui accepted it without refusing.

Yao Yue shyly said, "Some were made by me, and some were made by them for me."

Yao Le kept waving his hands, showing his presence.

Yao's mother also smiled and waved her hand, saying, "Bon voyage."

"Thank you...thank you." Yang Rui waved to them awkwardly. The situation in front of him really surprised him.

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