National Tide 1980

Ning Weimin didn't care whether he went to college or not, but most people did.

Maybe you can't say they are worldly.

Perhaps we can only say that our country has too many people and the living environment is too difficult.

That's why there are so few choices in life.

Even a girl like Lan Lan, who was born into a privileged family, still faces this situation.

If she had her heart in mind, she would have been tired of burying her head in the sea and competing with others for that narrow single-plank bridge with an admission rate of only 20%.

But in the eyes of her parents, who are high-level intellectuals, this is tantamount to a family shame.

During the days when she decided to leave the classroom, her mother sighed almost every day.

"You are our daughter. Your father and I both graduated from college, and your brother is still a worker, peasant, and soldier college student. If you don't get into college, not only will you be ridiculed by others, but others will also talk about us behind our backs. We won't Educate your daughter..."

My father said it bluntly.

"You are living at a loss. No matter what you want to do in the future, you must first go to college. Otherwise, if you are having fun now, what will you do in the future? What can you do?"

Even his brother advised him.

"Be smart and don't make your parents angry, okay? I know your girly dreams, but people have to grow up one day. Aren't we doing it for your own good?"

Even Ning Weimin stood on the side of her family, saying that her parents and relatives had tolerated her too much and given her too much.

I'm quite envious that she has family who cares and takes care of her.

I think she shouldn't be too stubborn, at least she should be responsible for her own future and not let her family worry too much about her.

So how can she choose?

Everyone she trusts has an opinion, so they can't all be wrong, right?

Needless to say, for a girl of eighteen or nineteen, she has no ability to bear such pressure, fight against everyone around her, and carry out her wishes to the end.

What's more, she still needs her brother's help and wants to arrange a better job for Ning Weimin.

So she went back to class.

But picking up textbooks again is not that easy.

After being absent for more than a year, she couldn't immediately enter the tutorials in mathematics and chemistry.

The only way is to study hard.

The motivation that allowed her to persist in studying hard was not only the slightly pleased expressions of her parents, but also a certain expectation from the bottom of her heart.

As long as you can get into college, your parents won't be disappointed, right?

Then they had no reason to stop her from doing what she wanted to do, so of course she could go to Ning Weimin openly.

Well, when the time comes, she must ask clearly about that painting...

What exactly does that mean? We can't let him be vague...

In this way, with this belief, for a year, Lan Lan spent every day besides eating and sleeping, studying.

Even watching TV is a special reward she gives herself.

She deliberately locked the paintings given by Ning Weimin in the box. She didn't see her relatives and classmates, didn't want to play, and didn't go out.

He was just afraid that if he was distracted, he would think of the happy time that he and Ning Weimin had together.

This feeling of nostalgia is not pleasant.

Fortunately, the efforts were not in vain.

At 4:30 in the afternoon on July 30, 1981, the college’s admission notice finally arrived!

When Lan Lan heard the postman calling her name downstairs, she felt something choked in her throat. She was choked with so many feelings that she didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

She finally got into it. Although it wasn't a prestigious school, just an editing major at the School of Printing, it was still a university after all.

It's enough to comfort your parents and win relaxation and freedom for yourself.

And when she picked up the admission notice and ran upstairs, calling her parents and brother to tell them the good news, she was thinking about telling Ning Weimin the news.

While riding a bicycle to Shan'er Hutong, Lan Lan hummed Teresa Teng's "When Will You Come Again", feeling extremely relaxed.

She still clearly remembered the scene when she met Ning Weimin in the alley. She was confident that she could find the compound where Ning Weimin lived and find out the specific address.

According to her imagination, everything happened smoothly next.

Whether she entered the hospital and found someone, or she waited at the door of the hospital for Ning Weimin to get off work.

They can successfully scare Ning Weimin, and then show his admission letter in exchange for praise.

Then they can go outside together, like in the past, find a place to celebrate.

Of course, she pays the money, and she is not a girl who likes to take advantage...

It’s just that although the idea was good, it just happened to be the opposite.

Di'er had indeed found the right one, but when she entered the courtyard to inquire, she found that Ning Weimin was not there, and there was no hope of meeting him.

Because a neighbor uncle named Bian told her that Ning Weimin worked the night shift but left at three o'clock in the afternoon.

If she waits, she probably won't be able to wait until he comes back, so I advise her to come back tomorrow.

For this reason, Lan Lan couldn't help but feel a little disappointed.

However, on her way back, she suddenly remembered that she should leave a note.

So I cycled back feeling a little relaxed.

But she never expected that fate would be so cruel. It would be better for her not to come back this time.

Because just when she was about to lock the car and re-enter the courtyard, she was stopped by a girl behind her.

This resulted in news that she couldn't help but feel sad about.

"Hey, who are you looking for when you enter the courtyard?"

Lan Lan turned around and found that the person who stopped her was a girl pushing a green bicycle.

He looked not much older than me, and seemed to have just gotten off work and lived in this courtyard.

When she thought, if that was really the case, it would save trouble, so she smiled and asked.

"Do you live here? Do you know Ning Weimin? My name is Lan Lan, and I'm here to see him..."

But unexpectedly, before she finished speaking, the girl interrupted her.

"Your surname is Lan? Huh? Didn't you guys break up a long time ago?"

"Break up?" Lan Lan was a little confused.

Did she and Ning Weimin have a relationship?

Where did this statement come from?

"We... haven't... not..."

Lan Lan's face turned red, and she was so innocent that she didn't know how to explain it.

In fact, she didn't need to explain, because if the other party spoke again, it would be a bolt from the blue to her.

"I advise you not to come to him. Ning Weimin has a new girlfriend now and is very busy every day. He has to go to the Drum Tower every day to train with her girlfriend, and then he has to send her back at night . Just went to work the night shift.”

"Oh, by the way, her girlfriend is a fashion model chosen by a French fashion designer. Do you know the fashion model? The kind who wears beautiful clothes and walks on the stage. She is tall, beautiful and fashionable. Not that kind Let many people draw it..."

"Anyway, if you have anything, you'd better tell me. My surname is Mi, and I live next door to Ning Weimin. It will be more convenient for me to convey it to you. Otherwise, if his girlfriend sees you and misunderstands him again, what will happen to him? You are all bad, aren't you?"

As soon as these words entered his ears, Lan Lan's head buzzed, and he suddenly lost all feeling.

Standing stupidly at the door like a branch.

Her originally fair face was completely turned into a bloodless white paper.

A face without any expression.

She is only a nineteen-year-old girl, although she still doesn't fully understand what love is.

But he has clearly felt the pain of being cut by the little knife of infatuation.

She said nothing more, forced a smile, and walked away with the cart with a numb expression.

Little did he know that the girl named Mi behind her actually smiled when she pushed the cart into the hospital.

Cunning and triumphant, as if some conspiracy had succeeded.