Before leaving to report to the university, Qi Ming rode his bicycle around the 7th Middle School and the family courtyard for several days

There are no tall buildings, and there are not many bright neon lights. Most houses are low and short, and the office buildings of state-owned enterprises and units are not high. The overall grayish white, ugly and rustic are the kind of rustic style that you can see enough after just a round.

But Qi Ming just walked around like this, hoping to remember every road and every brick in his mind.

In addition to riding a bicycle, Qi Ming also went to the library and selected "History of Art Styles" and "Classic Art - Introduction to Italian Renaissance Art", two books that are very similar to Qi Ming's major.

In addition, there is a book called "Wiseman Survival Manual" published in July of that year. This book is regarded as a classic by later outdoor survival madmen. It tells the story of various knowledge of survival and self-rescue in the wild. It is a must-have survival book for traveling at home and traveling far away.

In fact, Qi Ming didn’t have much targeted choice for the books he chose. The books he chose were basically bestsellers from that year and some literary classics that he had never read in later generations.

For example, there is also the most classic translation of "Red and Black" by Fang Wenjin for 1999. Fang Wenjin is a translation expert. Her recommendation is naturally correct, and the publishing guarantee for people and society is the most reliable. If you buy it, you will definitely nourish your soul.

In addition, Qi Ming also went to the old book market and exchanged a lot of messy books. He didn't give up until he stuffed his suitcase.

On August 30th, Fang Wenjin set out first, and her father sent her to Shanghai to report. Liu Xuqiang and his father were also on the way with Fang Wenjin. The four of them took a train together, and they were also a companion on the long journey.

Zhao Zeming originally wanted to go with him, but his father, who also had a bun, booked a plane ticket for him early in the morning. Obviously, Boss Zhao felt sorry for his son. Of course, Boss Zhao, who was fed with Moutai Wuliangye and Balm ginseng, was not willing to sway on the train for more than ten hours.

Compared to the other three people who were carrying large bags and small bags, Qi Ming had very few luggage.

I didn't bring too much clothes, and I prepared one piece of clothes for spring, summer, autumn and winter, but even so, I would have to fill my suitcase. There is also a small box that basically contains books exchanged from the old book market and library shopping.

On the day before leaving, Qi Daxun and Dai Yanping personally sent Qi Ming to the train station. Dai Yanping was a delicate woman. Before she got on the bus, she also told her all the way and wrote a series of phone calls to Qi Ming's phone book. Basically, they were all her turn relatives of the seven aunts and eight aunts in Shanghai.

No matter how old he is, he is still a child who is not as young as his parents' eyes. He told me all the way, but Dai Yanping was reluctant to let him go when he was about to get on the bus. After all, this was Qi Ming's first time traveling far away.

"After more than ten hours along the way, don't just eat instant noodles. The rice in the dining car is definitely not as good as homemade, but at least there are meat and vegetables, so it's more expensive. Don't be reluctant to spend money when you go out." Dai Yanping tidied up the collar for Qi Ming and said reluctantly.

Qi Ming smiled and said, "Just put your heart in your stomach. You don't know your son yet. You won't lose anything to your mouth."

"Get along well with classmates. There are people in a dormitory from all over the world. It is always right to be careful in everything." Dai Yanping continued to remind.

Qi Daxun glanced at the watch and said to Dai Yanping: "Okay, don't talk too much. When did your son worry about you since he was a child? It's almost time, it's time to get on the bus."

At that time, there was no high-speed train, and the green train could still buy station tickets. Dai Yanping originally wanted to buy two station tickets, but Qi Ming refused. She hugged her mother outside the station, and told her father not to get too close to Xiao Yunhai on weekdays. The five-mile putty with wine was running the train, and she wanted to engrave the three words "unreliable" on her forehead.

In fact, Qi Ming knew that his father Qi Daxun would not listen to what he said.

After all, parents of their original families will never listen to the advice of their children if they don’t see their children getting married and starting a business.

But Xiao Yunhai was a time bomb buried in front of Qi's house. It would explode sooner or later if it didn't explode today. Although Qi Ming was worried, he knew that no matter how he persuaded him, he could not persuade his father Qi Daxun.

It seems that the future turmoil in the Qi family will have to wait until it grows stronger before it can calm down.

After saying goodbye to his parents outside the station, Qi Ming dragged two trolley boxes into the car alone. It was the peak of summer when the students returned to school. After searching for the crowded carriage for a long time, he finally reached his sleeper step by step.

After putting the luggage in, the train started.

The green car drove out of the city with a whimpering sound, and the suburbs quickly caught sight. The fireworks in the city were gradually left at the rear of the car by the sound of the wind.

The carriages were very noisy, most of them were students who went to East China to study, some were business trips and some tour groups.

Sitting on the small table and stool by the window, Qi Ming peeled the oranges Qi Daxun bought before getting in the car and ate them.

As soon as I got on the bus, the smell in the car began to become complicated. The smell of feet and sweat were mixed with hot water and hot instant noodles.

It's strange that no one had instant noodles before getting on the bus, so after getting on the bus, I had to eat instant noodles in the car with my feet, sweat and smelly feet. What's wrong with it?

Occasionally, a few children's playful sounds came from the noisy carriage. The environment was so noisy, and it was probably better than the vegetable market.

I was used to the four-hour direct high-speed rail in later generations. When I thought it would take nearly 19 hours to get to Shanghai, Qi Ming felt a little regretful and should have bought a plane ticket. After all, it is not that little money now.

It was only the first time that the country's railway speed was accelerated in 1997. At that time, Green Skin had to run on the Longhai Railway for a few hours. When he turned to the Beijing-Shanghai Railway, he would run for a few hours. The railway from Zhongzhou to Shanghai had a speed of more than 1,000 kilometers per hour, and it would take at least 19 hours to get to Shanghai.

After peeling a few oranges, Qi Ming took out the Sony CD Walkman from his backpack and took out the Sony CD Walkman that Yang Mo gave to him, and then found a book "Architecture is a Philosophical Poem" sold from the old book stall, and read it while listening to the music.

Qi Ming was embarrassed to occupy the space on the lower bunk, so he climbed to his bed in the middle. He was not used to using the bedding prepared on the railway. He always felt that it was oily to wash it, so he used his close-fitting schoolbag as a pillow.

Most of the trains are students going to East China to study, and the six shops are not full.

The two young people on the top bunk had a northwest accent. You can tell at a glance that they were also college students, and they also seemed to have gone to Shanghai.

The room opposite Qiming's middle and lower bunks is empty and has not yet been raised.

The middle-aged man in the lower bunk was taking off his shoes after getting on the car and lying on the lower bunk to start eating melon seeds. He had no luggage, just a simple briefcase, which looked like a treasure chest. In a while, he either took out peanut melon seeds or ham sausages.

When the train arrived in Bianliang City, a father and daughter came.

It was also the first time I registered in college. As soon as the girl got on the bus, she attracted the attention of five men in the upper and lower bunks. The girl was indeed pretty, but in Qi Ming's opinion, she was far inferior to Fang Wenjin.

The girl has a beautiful and soft and refreshing ponytail, which hangs straight behind her, highlighting her fair swan neck, and she looks refreshing and clean without makeup.

The white sleeveless dress is spotless and white, and it looks like a new one. It is paired with a pair of Converse canvas shoes that looked quite fashionable at the time.

"You sleep on the lower bunk, I'll go up there." The girl's father put his luggage down and glanced at the middle-aged man who was also the lower bunk and said to his daughter.

The girl brought headphones from beginning to end, and didn't know whether she heard it or not. After getting in the car, she sat in the lower bunk by the window, ignoring her father.

The train drove for two hours. When it left the boundary of Henan Province, the sun was gradually drooping westward.

At this time, the people on the bunks on Qiming had basically known each other, which was something that could only be achieved in the era without smartphones.

The two young young people in the northwest of the upper bunk were not at all reserved. As soon as the girl in white appeared, they jumped off the upper bunk. Sitting in front of the table and stool at the window, they first picked up the bamboo pole. After the atmosphere came, they pulled the girl's father to fight with the landlord.

While playing cards, he also acted as a guide and introduced the city in Shanghai to the girl's father.

There is no general theme and direction for the conversation, just talk about wherever you think. You can tell everything you know and speak as much as possible, showing a knowledgeable style.

Qi Ming never planned to integrate into the game on the lower bunk from beginning to end, and of course the two college students did not intend to let Qi Ming join in at all.

However, the little girl's father looked at Qi Ming, who had been lying in the middle shop and was reading an unpopular art book, and asked more, "Young man, you are going to study too. Which school should you study at? "

Qi Ming took off his headphones and lay in the aggrieved middle shop, and replied politely: "In the School of Art and Design at Shanghai University of Engineering and Technology, I just had my freshman year this year."

The two college students looked at each other, and the slightly taller one muttered in a low voice: "The first-tier school is a second-tier major."

The other college student with a slightly short head and a bean-faced face continued, "Oh? Then your school is quite close to our school."

"Oh, that's right, that's quite a coincidence." Qi Ming then brought back his headphones and continued to look at the book in his hand calmly.
Chapter completed!