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The twenty-sixth chapter falls in love again (2)

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    Qing, who became a librarian, appeared in the third reading room of the Provincial Library with a longing for the university.  Anyone who has been to the provincial library knows that the third reading room is the largest reading room in the library, covering an area of ??200 square meters and can accommodate hundreds of people at the same time.  At that time, intellectuals came to heaven from hell, and they became idols in people's hearts before they got used to the bright sunshine in heaven and stretched their waists that had been bent for many years, just like those intellectuals today.  Unclear singers and movie stars are the same.  People believe that knowledge is power, knowledge is everything, and with knowledge, there is everything.  Thus, after sending intellectuals to hell, they are praised to heaven with dizzying enthusiasm.  Just as they never forget the Communist Party, I believe that intellectuals will never forget that period with the highest status in Chinese history.  At that fleeting brilliance, he just smiled knowingly.

    Gong Xiaojun, who was admitted to university, was fortunate to be a member of Chinese intellectuals, especially the intellectuals of that period, and it was determined that his tree of love would sprout again and become a towering tree.  He is full of confidence in his future career development. The university badge with red letters on a white background is always proudly pinned on his chest. It shines brightly in the sunshine of the 1980s, just like a big brother in the hands of people in the 1990s.  Much the same.  This school badge was shining at the door of the third reading room of the Provincial Library on a Sunday in the spring of 1982. Gong Xiaojun came here to look up materials for writing his graduation thesis.

    That spring was no different from the spring more than ten years later. The sky was empty because there were no clouds, and the ground was filled with smoke because dust was blown up by the dry spring wind from time to time.  Spring always lacks poetic flavor for our northern city.

    When Gong Xiaojun came to the door of the third reading room of the Provincial Library early this morning, there were already nearly a hundred people waiting for the door to open, staring at the eyes eager for knowledge, just like people are waiting for the store to open at the door of a department store nowadays.  Buy one get one free like jeans.  The difference is that no matter they are old or young, each of them is carrying a yellow canvas schoolbag instead of a leather satchel or a paper gift bag, and they are holding a plastic cover with a provincial library blue stamp in their hands.  Bookmarks printed in color instead of coupons.  Gong Xiaojun is also carrying a schoolbag, on which there is a line of Chairman Mao's autographed inscription: The world is vast, and there is much to be achieved.  It was a gift from the street neighborhood committee when he went to the countryside.  He huddled among the crowd, tidying up the crooked school badge from time to time, and then turned his gaze to the door of the reading room.

    When the librarian Qing of the third reading room appeared in people's sight, it was almost half past eight, which meant that she was half an hour late.  There are three staff members in the third reading room, but they all forgot to bring the keys that day as if they had made an appointment for some reason, and none of them wanted to go home to get them, but they just waited wholeheartedly for Qing's arrival.  Qing Tiantian's face was also not good-looking, as if someone had borrowed money from her and hadn't paid it back.  She set up the bicycle in the shed, and casually took a bite of the fritters she had just taken out of the basket, before walking towards the door.

    "Get out of the way! Get out of the way." ú±Qing yelled at the crowd crowded at the door.

    People made way for Qing, just like in the Soviet movie "Lenin in October", after someone shouted "Let Comrade Lenin go first", a small path flashed out immediately.  Intellectuals at that time knew best about maintaining their honor. They would not argue with the librarian named Qing because she was late and had such a bad attitude, or complain to the librarian, let alone submit a book.  The newspaper office or call the hotline of the radio station to vent their anger.

    Qing walked from this path to the door, her demeanor was a little arrogant and conceited, just like the US president inspecting the guard of honor of the three armed forces.  Standing at the door, she first blew on the big dusty brass lock hanging on the door, and then put the fried dough stick in her mouth to free up both hands to unlock it.  The door finally opened, and people rushed to the door with their reading cards in their hands. Qing leaned on the door frame and checked their reading cards one by one before letting them in.  In this way, a piece of oil on Qing's hand was shared on each reading card.

    Gong Xiaojun was one of the first few people to squeeze to the door, but he was ruthlessly rejected by Qing, until he was the only one left at the door, Qing still didn't let him in.

    "Comrade, I am a student of the Provincial Agricultural College," Gong Xiaojun handed his student card to Qing, and said, "I want to check some information, please"

    "What I want is a reading card," Qing imprinted an oil-stained handprint on Gong Xiaojun's student ID card, threw it to Gong Xiaojun, took another bite of the fried dough stick, and said, "What's so great about you as a college student?"

    Gong Xiaojun thinks I didn't say what's so great about me, how can you say what's so great about me?  He wiped his student ID card on his body, glanced at the fried dough stick in his hand, and moved again.?Like love or something.  There are nearly forty students in their class, most of whom are in their thirties. Boys account for three-fifths, and there are less than fifteen girls.  I am in the third grade of elementary school.  At that time, this phenomenon existed in all colleges and universities across the country, and it was very common. There were many people who sent their children to school and then went to school by themselves.  Ever since the nightmarish love affair with Min ended, Gong Xiaojun thought that he would never have love in his life, and that even if he married a certain woman in the future, it would only be for some physical need.  Therefore, after becoming a college student, Gong Xiaojun does not express emotion towards his female classmates like other boys in the class. He is sad for this group of ugly old ducks and ugly ducklings, and he is in constant fear.  The reason why Gong Xiaojun thinks of love is because the administrator of the Provincial Library, since the day he came back from the Provincial Library, he has not been able to erase the pairs of beautiful, bright and affectionate big eyes that filled his mind  .

    At this time, Gong Xiaojun often touched his bearded face and thought, am I going to be "old" and rejuvenated when I am nearly 30 years old?

    Now when Gong Xiaojun thinks about this, Min's hand gently presses Gong Xiaojun's hand, just like Gong Xiaojun pressed Qing's hand when Qing was hospitalized.

    "Xiaojun, what are you thinking?" Min found that Gong Xiaojun, whose head was covered with bandages, felt a little bit of relief flashing across his eyebrows, and asked.

    Gong Xiaojun glanced sideways at Xia Min, and wanted to say "I didn't think about anything" but he didn't say it, because his mouth was now like the bellows of a rural farm wife, and the pain was still unbearable.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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