September is in the morning.

The summer sun is always hot.

Zhao Bi woke up with a slightly hot cheek that was sunburned.

I was lying on the bed, covered with a thin sheet, and a cool mat under my body.

You can clearly feel that the clothes behind you are slightly wet with sweat beads.

The sleepy vision spread to the surroundings.

An old electric fan was hanging on the ceiling where the white paint mud was about to fade, shaking its head crunched, rolling up a few traces of coolness, and trying hard to drive away the midsummer.

There were yellow stains on the wall on the east and west, and a poster of the sky that felt affectionate was pasted in the middle. Liu Tianwang was riding a motorcycle, rustling heroic.

This is a six-person dormitory with bunks and iron wardrobe in the corner.

In the middle is a large table made up of old wooden tables, with objects scattered on it.

The sudden familiarity is like being placed in the longest corner in my heart, the memory that should have been blurred was suddenly peeled off again, clearly presented to Zhao Bi's eyes.

The place where I lived for four years was the most unforgettable youth in my life.

The windows are open, and it should be dusk at all times. The breeze blows, and a few green leaves float in gently.

The shaking branches cut the warm light into fine sand and fell into the house.

A string of wind chimes hangs in front of the window.

One swaying and another swaying, the sound of desolation spreads everywhere.

Bo--

Chen Xinhe pulled out the plug of the kettle, threw some tea leaves into the enamel cup, and poured the boiling water in. The tea leaves rolled, and the fresh tea fragrance lingered.

He sat down, straightened his body, held down thick rubber-framed glasses, picked up the palm fan with his left hand, pinched the collar of the vest with his right hand, and worked hard to reduce the body temperature with his palm fan.

"You're awake."

Chen Xinhe saw Zhao Bi sitting on the bed blankly and nodded slightly.

"New River?"

Looking at Chen Xinhe's slightly green face in front of him, Zhao Bi hesitated for a moment and shouted.

Chen Xinhe stopped shaking the fan, stunned for a moment, and then nodded with a smile.

Zhao Bi looked at the yellow stains on the wall next to him again, and he counted them for seven pieces.

This should be the number when I first entered school. Remember that it should be nine yuan when I graduate.

After lifting the sheet, Zhao Bi climbed out of bed unfamiliarly. He stepped on flip flops and came to the window and looked out.

The school scenery that I have seen thousands of times appeared in his eyes, and the campus radio echoed loudly.

"...The next song is broadcast on demand by a classmate from the business school, well... "The Fruits of Midsummer" given to Lin Wanqiu. This song was Mo Wen two years ago..."

My eyes suddenly became slightly dry, maybe I heard the music played by the campus speaker that I hadn't seen for a long time, or maybe it was simply because of this song.

Zhao Bi came to the pool in a daze, turned on the faucet, scooped up a few handfuls of clear water and sprinkled it on his face. He looked up at the mirror, which was a little blurry and hazy.

It was like putting a filter of the times on Zhao Bi, and he went back to his appearance when he was in college.

Wearing blue shorts with buttocks and a loose white vest. The young body is always charming, and the eyes are lingering on his long legs for a while before moving up reluctantly.

The hair is 30% or 70% off, the left hair is slightly moist, it fits on the forehead, and the eyes are clear and transparent.

Like Daniel.

"What's wrong? Are you feeling uncomfortable?" Chen Xinhe asked with some concern.

"fine."

Zhao Bi walked over, sat down on the shiny bench, and looked at the calendar on the table.

On September 6, 2002, if I remember correctly, it should be the second day of university admission reports.

Sherlock Holmes said that if all the impossible is eliminated, then the remaining one, no matter how incredible, is the truth.

The only answer is confirmed, I went back twenty years ago.

Memories overlapped at this moment, and everything suddenly became real. I probably really passed by my youth again.

"Drink some, bring it to my hometown."

Chen Xinhe gently waved the palm-leaf fan, rolled up a hint of coolness, picked up the enamel jar, and poured a cup for Zhao Bi.

"Thank you." Zhao Bi took a sip, and the hot tea made him spit it back into the cup. He looked at Chen Xinhe apologetically.

There was noisy outside the house, and the dormitory door was quickly pushed open. Four people came in, carrying a bunch of them in big and small bags. Blasts of heat swept in, and the air began to heat up.

"What the hell weather."

Bailixiu, wearing a light green military training uniform, took off her hat on her head, and her half-length hair was pressed into a pot lid, looking a little funny. While muttering, he untied his belt and took off his clothes, he walked towards the table.

"Can this tea be drunk?" Baili Xiu pointed to the cup in front of Zhao Bi.

"Yes, that's OK." Zhao Bi replied sincerely.

Baili was not polite, so he picked up the teacup and drank it in one breath, smashed it twice, and said, "Good tea is just a little bitter."

Chen Xinhe held down the glue-framed glasses, his cheeks twitched slightly, and the rhythm of the fan on his hand was a little disordered.

After putting down the teacup, Baili walked back and began to sort out the things he had just bought, discussing with other roommates in a low voice.

Zhao Bi looked at the youthful faces of her roommates who were talking and laughing in a daze, and her heart was mixed.

It was not until the minute hand on the table had passed half a circle that everything calmed down. The chaotic thoughts temporarily twisted into a clear vein in my mind.

Zhao Bi smiled softly and stood up. He picked up his military training uniform and put it on. It was light military green and the style was old-fashioned. The belt was tied around his waist and the military cap was pressed on his head.

"Are you going out?" Bailixiu, who was lying on the lower bunk, asked casually.

Zhao Bi nodded: "Go out and have a walk."

The dormitory building is not too old. Today is the second day of the report. There are still scattered late-coming freshmen on the floor, and there are quite a lot of parents.

Jinling is still very hot in September, and Zhao Bi walks leisurely in the school in the afternoon sun.

The school is full of banners, and the 2002 freshmen are welcome to report.

Walking around aimlessly. The long-standing sense of familiarity made memories come like a tide, starting from the brain, and finally ripples appeared in the heart.

I used to think that four years were long, I couldn’t sleep enough, I couldn’t finish classes, I couldn’t play games, I couldn’t finish pre-exam surprises, of course, I had many more knowing memories with those silly classmates.

Whenever I recall these simple and trivial things, Zhao Bi's mouth will always be brought up a curve.

The deceased is like this. In the era of underdeveloped Internet and storage, many images and audio-visuals cannot be retained, and many people really don’t contact each other after graduation.

Jinling Normal University once buried its four years of youth.

As he walked all the way to the school gate, his vision became wider and Zhao Bi stopped at the school gate.

The road next to it is not very good. From time to time, transportation is driving by, raising dust all the way. There are tall buildings on the opposite side, more than one place.

“Cruff.”

A bus stopped at the intersection and a thin boy was walking down, wearing jeans and his hair was 30% or 70% off. He held a bb machine in his hand and ran to the public telephone booth in a hurry.

After making the phone call, I waited there. Not long after, a girl with long hair walked out of the school gate, looked around, and ran towards the boy with a look of joy.

The picture is very warm, innocent love from the simple era.

At that time, many people said that love without a bb computer is without a soul. Although mobile phones have been popularized in recent years, the bb computer has not been eliminated, and many college students are still using it.

These students basically remember the locations of telephone booths on all bus routes around the school, so that they can use the BB machine to contact the object in real time.

Especially two couples from different schools.

This kind of ritual full of twists and turns is just to meet the previous one, which is far from comparable to a two-phone call and then making sure to date.

Zhao Bi squatted on the ground, looking at the man and woman with her chin raised.

College life is extremely beautiful for the couple in front of you.

The same is true for Zhao Bi at this moment.

Feeling this energetic body, my mentality became vaguely crazy and restless.

This damn hair...bah...youth.

He is only eighteen years old now, and his young body needs love.

Suddenly I really want to have a fucking sweet love.

The two couples walked along the road, and this dirty road seemed more like a clear division line of the times in Zhao Bi's eyes.

If the 1980s and 1990s were the development of the country, then the node after the millennium would be a new era for the country.

The economic volume is rising exponentially, and high informatization is the main theme in the next twenty years.

God’s perspective is naturally clear now, but at that time, he was in the torrent of the times, and was at a loss and was carried forward all the way.

Zhao Bi quietly followed the road and looked around, with no end.
To be continued...