Rebirth of the God-level Xueba

After leaving the ion channel laboratory, Yang Rui kicked and slid in the direction of Boyata.

He spent several days in the laboratory, and he was also a little tired.

The life in the laboratory is of course tense and orderly, which is very in line with his personal interests, but living in the laboratory for a week is indeed beyond the normal life mode.

Although scientific researchers cannot be counted as normal people, and Yang Rui doesn't care about normal people's life patterns, it is good to be a normal person occasionally, especially after opening the golden finger aura, Yang Rui also needs some relaxation.

A few wild ducks slide their fins on the shore of the Unnamed Lake. Under the willow trees on the shore, students in twos and threes are rubbing their slides, wandering around the lake fast or slowly.

In the capital of 1986, tourism was not too prosperous, and Peking University did not restrict foreigners.

Men in green military uniforms, women in white shirts, men in black cloth pants, women in gray coats, or cast their curious eyes on the small unnamed lake, or with envy and disdain. Those old buildings.

Of course, the most talkative people.

Especially on the shore of Weiming Lake, it is a blockbuster good place.

This is not only the highest institution in China, but also a distribution center for Chinese news. News from Peking University, stories from Peking University, and speeches from Peking University are always easier to spread throughout the country. Bei Dao, Shu Ting, and Gu Cheng were once regarded as underground poets. Popular all over the country, a collection of poems compiled by Peking University professor Xie Mian came to the fore. Of course, there are also many opponents. Ai Qing has a poem expressing a sharp view: "They are hostile to the surroundings. They deny everything, are supercilious, and only affirm themselves... "The risers chose them." Think of it as the'rising generation'."

Yang Rui walked around the lake half a circle, only ten minutes in total. He heard two groups of people arguing about obscure poems and couldn't help laughing. Such a scene will probably not be seen in future Chinese universities. In ten years, poetry is no longer the interest of young people. In another 20 years, the focus of debate among college students is whether the output of thieves or mages is high. In another 30 years, college students will focus on discussing which hero is more opportunistic. They are the same as poetry, and their biggest use is to refresh themselves.

Yang Rui's smile fell in the eyes of other people, and there was a peculiar ridicule.

Foreseeing the future is like this. The key points you see will be very different from those seen by others.

And ridicule, inadvertent time will appear.

Yang Rui's handsome appearance was originally noticeable, and with a mocking smile, it naturally attracted the attention of others.

The students of Peking University’s main school have seen Yang Rui more or less, and are also impressed by him. Young people who come from outside the school fantasize about becoming famous, so there are not so many scruples. Some people see Yang Rui dressed neatly and stylishly. There was a fire in my heart, and I saw his smile again. After all, I couldn't help it. He jumped out from the shade of a tree and said, "Brother, what do you mean by smiling?"

Yang Rui was stopped by the question like "What are you looking at", but this is not a weird thing. The most mixed age of Chinese society was from the 1980s to the 1990s, accompanied by the craze of going to the sea, and there is a classic term: chaos.

The people in the mess units are in the mess, and the people in the society are also in the mess. In the impetuous age, the most indispensable are the impetuous young people, and the endless fights and fights, and the preparation of classic language for the fights and fights.

Of course, most of the young people who come to Peking University do not come to fight, and their attitude is much more friendly than those outside the school.

Nevertheless, the aggressive question is still full of vigor.

Yang Rui is not old enough to appreciate vigor. In fact, he doesn't like sharp questions and personality too much. Therefore, Yang Rui used an extremely indifferent expression to face the young man who was blocking the road, saying: " I'm thinking about my own business, it has nothing to do with you."

"Hehe, it sounds good. Why don't I believe it, Cui Long?" This self-confessed name, his voice was bold, as if he was performing in a martial arts arena, and his words gave people the feeling of storytelling.

Yang Rui stood still and asked, "Can I go there?"

"You have to show your identity. Do you support misty poetry or oppose misty poetry."

"Are you serious?" Yang Rui felt a little funny.

"Seriously? I'm too serious! I tell you, if you support Misty Poetry, we are friends, and friends come and have drinks..." Cui Long said loudly, not only for Yang Rui to hear, but also for more people Hearing and showing a few bottles of Erguotou behind him, he said: "If you are a rotten guy, we are the enemy. The enemy is coming, and we have shotguns."

Cui Long gestured to the back twice as he said, and got a loud applause.

Several people got closer, looking at Yang Rui on the one hand, and looking around on the other. They are eager to become famous and successful, so they come to Peking University. However, they find it difficult to find opportunities to make themselves famous. They can only seize every opportunity they can seize.

This is a good time for poets. A little bit of fame can get a response, even if there is no fame, you can recite a few poems, and you can get instant feedback on the poems you create.

However, the crux of the issue is whether the masses can be gathered to listen.

At the very least, he regarded Yang Rui as a bottle opener.

After a two-minute delay, someone really noticed the changes here and looked over curiously, and there were good people who just passed by.

Cui Long smiled and said, "Well, do you choose to recite the poem, or do you want to make a good comment."

There is a debating party where there are comings and goings, and if the debating party is a student of Peking University, it is also a good way of making a name for them.

Yang Rui just felt bored, and said, "You blocked my way, can you drive it?"

"I blocked your way, you are at a loss, the road is at your feet, you don't know where to go, the end of the road is the gate of truth, but you follow along and don't dare to move forward..." Cui Long borrowed Yang Rui Then, it was just a modern poem thrown out, and as an urgent talent, it attracted a smile.

Yang Rui looked to both sides and coughed clearly.

Cui Long stared at him like an enemy, silently applauded, not afraid of you talking, I was afraid that you would not speak, today, see me Cui Long is famous here.

Yang Rui unmovedly faced Cui Long's gaze, raised his head, and said loudly: "There are classmates who know me, please go to the security office to report a letter, saying that there is a blind stream from outside the school who is provoking trouble."

The current students are very enthusiastic. There is no need for Yang Rui to shout a second time, some people will rush away.

Cui Long's face turned green.

Blind flow is not a good word. It usually refers to the vagrant who has no education or work. It has the same meaning as the unemployed vagrant, and the derogatory color is stronger.

He is a dignified college student. Of course, he can't be called a blind stream, but if he is caught by school security and checked his ID card and letter of introduction, they can't all show it out.

Cui Long was angry and said: "Talking about poetry and Taoism was originally a matter of elegance, you are simply burning the piano and cooking the crane..."

Yang Rui shook his head and said, "I didn't stop people from letting go, and talked to you about poetry and Taoism."

"Why didn't I let you go? You go, the road is under your feet, you can go if you want to go..."

Yang Rui bypassed Cui Long and left.

The latter became anxious immediately and shouted: "You can't just leave like this, as if I really stopped you..."

Yang Rui didn't get angry when he saw that he was starting to mess around. He stood quietly on the side of the road, looking like I was waiting for someone to expel the blind stream.

Cui Long frowned, thought for a while, and began to recite the obscure poem aloud: "Despicable is the pass of the despicable, and the noble is the epitaph of the noble. Look, the gilded sky is full of the bending of the dead. Reflection..."

"Mr. Yang Rui, Mr. Yang Rui..." Bei Dao's "Answer" is a bit long, and it takes more time to read it out loudly. After a few delays, the security guards nearby have already arrived on bicycles and whistling while riding. I'm afraid that something will happen inside.

Yang Rui waved his hand, and his expression relaxed. It is not uncommon for a year of no peace to use a knife these days, and literary and artistic youths will become neurotic youths if they can't handle it.

Cui Long abruptly memorized a poem, then made a generous gesture of justice, staring at Yang Rui and the security guard who had just arrived, saying: "Justice is not born of power, truth is not afraid of ********* *Director Yang, are you okay." The security guards all know about the ion channel laboratory, so look at Yang Rui first.

Yang Rui smiled and said, "It's okay", and said: "I just took a walk, but I didn't expect to be stopped by the blind stream of the outside school."

"We are not... a blind stream." Cui Long managed to explain to himself.

The security guard glanced at him and said, "If you say you are a blind current, what else do you dare not admit... However, Mr. Yang Rui, a Japanese scholar came to visit today. He just came to his door and said that he wanted to visit the ion channel laboratory. We don’t know how to arrange it yet."

If foreign scholars come to ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ they will not care about the blind stream.

Yang Rui also didn't care about the blind streamers from other schools. He just listened to the two-handed poem and turned around and said, "Isn't it normal to ask the Academic Affairs Office to arrange it?"

"Yes, but they were brought by the cadres of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs. They said that the arrangements were very tense. I want to visit now and they have come."

"Where are you coming?"

"They went to the ion channel laboratory."

"Go and inform Professor Cai. Just tell him what you just said. Let me use the bicycle." Yang Rui got on the bicycle and rushed back to the laboratory.

The security guard was stunned, changed his colleague's bicycle, and began to silently recite what he had just said while riding.

Cui Long and others were left alone in the shade of the trees, but nobody paid any attention.

However, the students did not disperse, and quickly gathered together and cheered.

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