wild 1995

Chapter 4 New Life

"Di Ye, are you awake?"

Di Ye was woken up by the knock on the door, opened his sore and astringent eyes, stared at the yellowed ceiling for a while, then came back to his senses, stretched out his hand to touch the pillow, touched the electronic watch, then heaved a sigh of relief, and shouted out the door: "Teacher Feng, I just woke up, what's the matter?"

"It's okay, I just want to have breakfast with you."

"Then wait a minute, I'm getting up now."

Di Ye glanced at the time and found that it was already 7:[-], so he put the electronic watch on his left wrist, got out of bed and got dressed, opened the door, and said to Feng Shijie: "Teacher Feng, come in and sit for a while, I'll go wash up."

"Okay, let's go."

There is a rectangular groove on the wall of Room 303 where daily objects are placed. Di Ye took out an enamel jar containing toothbrush and toothpaste from it, took a towel from the hook behind the door, put it in a plastic basin, and walked out of the room yawning.

In 1995, housing had not yet been fully commercialized. The tube building was full of people of all kinds, and the corridors were lively. There were not only adults talking and laughing and children crying, but also the news on the radio, advertisements on the TV, and music on the tape recorder. It was noisy and lively, full of life.

Di Ye had never experienced this kind of scene before. He looked around with great interest, walked slowly to the public restroom on the west side of the corridor, and then froze at the door, because there were many people standing in front of the sink inside, and there were still many residents queuing behind.

"1, 2, 3...a total of 6 faucets, it's not enough, it's really spectacular."

Di Ye was stunned, so he had to follow suit, carrying a plastic basin to line up, and it was his turn after waiting for three to four minutes. He brushed his teeth in a hurry, and when he was washing his face with a towel, he was shivering from the cold tap water. Seeing this, the old man next to him snorted disdainfully, and said contemptuously, "Pampered!"

"Master, do you live in 306?"

"Yes what's the matter?"

"It's nothing, I think you are in good health, why did you get a crutch and put it at the door?"

"I use it to beat my grandson."

"Master, you are so majestic."

Di Ye chatted with the old man, went to the next door for convenience, then hummed the lyrics of "No credit card, no her, home without 24-hour hot water", returned to 303, put the enamel jar and towel back where they were, and said to Feng Shijie who was sitting in front of the desk: "I'm fine, let's go."

Feng Shijie put back the "Principles of Computer Composition" in his hand, got up and said, "Computers are becoming more and more useful now, and I've always wanted to learn them. After you finish your postgraduate entrance examination, lend me these books."

"no problem."

Di Ye said it bluntly, but he was a little confused mentally, because when he was a senior in 2018, he also joined in the fun and took the postgraduate entrance examination. At that time, the exam was at the end of December, but today is already January 12, 1995. Judging from Feng Shijie's tone, it is obvious that the postgraduate entrance examination has not yet started.

"Hurry up and try to see if the electronic watch can cheat, otherwise let alone the postgraduate entrance examination, the final exam will be over."

With such thoughts in mind, Di Ye pretended to set the alarm clock on the way to the cafeteria. In front of Feng Shijie, he pressed the button on the upper left of the electronic watch to summon the light curtain. It turned out that Feng Shijie did not respond at all, and indeed he could not see the light curtain.

"It's developed! In this way, as long as you have a good relationship with Old Antique, you will have an invisible technical consultant, and a consultant with a time difference of 28 years."

The button in the upper left corner is a message transceiver. After Di Ye jumped over it, he saw two messages on the light curtain, so he pretended to be inadvertent, touched the light curtain with his finger, clicked play, and then observed Feng Shijie again, and found that he still did not respond, obviously unable to hear Di Ye's voice.

Di Ye was very thoughtful, and the two messages he sent were all about campus life. The first message told Di Ye that he lived in Room 11, No. 402 student dormitory building, and then introduced the names, appearances, and personalities of several roommates. The second message informed him that there would be a big class in the morning with three classes from the computer department.

"At 9:50 in the main teaching building 208, the last class of "Compilation Principles" has to be marked. Shi Yucheng will definitely go to class. He likes to sit in the front row. He has a mole on his left cheek, which is easy to recognize."

This old antique has a really good memory. It has been more than 20 years, and he still remembers the time, place and content of the class...

Di Ye was greatly admired, pressed the button, switched to the speech mode, said softly to the electronic watch, then turned off the light curtain, and walked into the second student canteen between the stadium and the main teaching building under the leadership of Feng Shijie.

The cafeteria is full of people. Since there was no social poison like smartphones in 1995, almost everyone is chatting with their companions whether they are eating at a plastic dining table or walking with a bag. Although most of them are dressed plainly, their faces are full of high-spirited and enthusiastic spirit.

Di Ye liked this kind of lively scene very much. While queuing behind Feng Shijie, he looked around. When he was about to reach the window, he found that the people in front were not using money to buy things, but all kinds of colorful tickets. Feeling confused, he hurriedly took out his wallet and rummaged through it, and found a few plastic meal tickets from the interlayer.

"There was no campus card in 1995?"

In addition to the meal ticket, Di Ye was also surprised by the prices. Meat buns only cost 1 cents, and porridge only 5 cents. This gave him a clearer understanding of the economic situation in 5. He felt that giving Feng Shijie 1995 yuan last night was too much.

Although the food in the cafeteria was cheap and the portions were sufficient, the taste was not good. Di Ye ate porridge, and after eating two meat buns, he felt that he couldn't eat any more, so he gave the remaining one to Feng Shijie, and said goodbye to him, and walked to the No. 11 student dormitory building.

Di Ye is a native of Yuncheng, but he has never studied at Yuncheng University, so he doesn't know the layout of the campus very well. He found Building 11 after asking someone for directions twice along the way. He walked up to the 4th floor against the crowd coming down the stairs, pushed away Room 402, and smelled a turbid smell mixed with the smell of smoke and smelly socks.

Room 402 is a typical old-fashioned student dormitory. There are four bunk beds on each side, and a wide and long desk in the middle, squeezing the space very narrow.

There were only three people in the room, two of them were sleeping, and the other was sitting on the bedside reading a book. When he saw Di Ye coming in, he smiled and joked, "Hey, why is the great talent Di going back to his lair today?"

"Come back and get some books."

Di Ye saw that he had a middle parted head and a slightly fat body, which matched the character Di Ye described, so he greeted him, "Zhu Zichun, what are you looking at so early in the morning?"

""The Story of Yitian Slaying the Dragon"."

"Haven't you read such an old novel?"

"I've seen it a long time ago. The TV series adapted from this book are showing everywhere recently, so I'll revisit it."

Di Ye walked sideways through the gap between the desk and the bed, walked to the window, pushed the window open a crack, breathed in fresh air, and inquired: "You often play with people from Class 3, do you know which dormitory Shi Yucheng lives in?"

"411, he is a native of Yuncheng just like you, and he doesn't usually live in a dormitory. Do you have anything to do with him?"

"It's a small thing. I think this guy is quite rich. Do you know what his parents do?"

"do not know."

At this time, the guy on Zhu Zichun's upper bunk poked his head out of the bed, and interjected, "I know that Shi Yucheng's father is the general manager of Xinmin Pharmaceutical Factory. He lives in a big villa and rides a Mercedes-Benz. He is very rich."

According to Di Ye's description, the roommate who slept on Zhu Zichun's upper bunk was named Su Zhaonian. He liked to play poker and often wandered between dormitories. He was very well informed. Hearing what he said, Di Ye's heart skipped a beat and he asked, "Is his father's name Shi Weidong?"

"Then I don't know. I just heard from Class 3 that Shi Yucheng's family is very rich."

Di Ye touched his chin habitually, thoughtfully.

Xinmin Pharmaceutical Factory is a very well-known state-owned enterprise in Yuncheng. It was built in 1958 and is one of the key projects aided by the Soviet Union. Before the 90s, its production and sales were booming, and its business was booming.

The reorganization in 1998 caused a lot of noise, and even killed people. After the investigation, Shi Weidong used his power for personal gain during his tenure as the general manager from 1993 to 1998, embezzling the company's assets by various means, causing heavy economic losses. He was finally jailed and sentenced to ten years.

Shi Weidong's life is corrupt, and there are many romantic gossips, which are still circulating in Yuncheng after many years, so even post-95s like Di Ye have heard of him.

"The upper beam is not straight and the lower beam is crooked, no wonder Shi Yucheng is so cruel."

Di Ye chatted with Su Zhaonian for a while, and found that he didn't know much information, so he stopped asking. He found a textbook "Compilation Principles and Techniques" from the groove in the dormitory wall, and prepared to go to the main teaching building to wait for Shi Yucheng.

Before leaving, Di Ye saw a mirror with a plastic handle on the big desk, so he picked it up and took a picture, and found that he looked better than the photo on his ID card. He had thick eyebrows and big eyes, and he was handsome. He couldn't help laughing, and muttered, "It's not a loss to replace this face with a house with 2023-hour hot water in 24."

　"A home without 24-hour hot water" is the lyrics of Wang Feng's "In Spring".

　　
　
(End of this chapter)