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After Yu Zhinian arrived in Sanwen, he first lived in a guest house, and first went to see his aunt whom he hadn't seen for several years.The cousin went to college and hadn't had the summer vacation yet. Yu Zhinian had lunch at his aunt's house and chatted with her.

Perhaps it was because the ten years in Ningshi and Heshi took up too much of his affection. When Yu Zhinian was mentioned when he was young, Yu Zhinian felt as if he had passed away.My aunt cared about Yu Zhinian's love life many times, but Yu Zhinian was always confused.

The next day, Yu Zhinian went to Sanwen's cultural center with the letter of introduction from his tutor.Coincidentally, the cultural center happened to convene its subordinate units on this day to hold a publicity meeting for the second half of the year.Sanwen was originally a county-level city, but the administrative planning changed a few years ago, and it became an independent prefecture-level city, with three counties and two districts under it.

The cultural center has just been established in recent years. The deputy director of Yu Zhinian who is in contact with sociology has a background in sociology. He is very enthusiastic to invite him to attend the meeting, saying that he can understand some cultural characteristics of various counties and districts.

Before the meeting, Yu Zhinian opened the Sanwen Chronicle reading given to him by the deputy curator. A young man wearing glasses who was about the same age as Yu Zhinian walked up to him and asked him tentatively: "Excuse me, what is your name?" Yu Zhinian?"

Looking at him, Yu Zhinian felt familiar, and a name appeared in his heart: "Mei Qi?"

"It's really you?" Mei Qi said pleasantly, "I'm afraid I've made a mistake."

"We haven't seen each other since you left in junior high school," he said, "Why are you here?"

Yu Zhinian briefly explained his reasons, and Mei Qi told Yu Zhinian that after graduating from university, he was admitted to the county government of Xiping County and worked in the cultural station.

Although Xiping is a county, due to traffic congestion and inconvenient access, it has only recently opened to traffic. The folk customs are well preserved, and it is not the same as Sanwen.

Yu Zhinian was very interested in hearing Mei Qi's brief introduction.

Someone had done Sanwen's ethnography, but Xiping hadn't. He asked Mei Qi some questions, and he came up with the idea of ​​going to Xiping to do ethnography.

At the meeting, Yu Zhinian listened to the people from various cultural stations explaining the plan, eager to try it out, exchanged contact information with Mei Qi, and made a phone call with the instructor in the evening.

The tutor was very supportive of his idea. Yu Zhinian hung up the phone, immediately started planning excitedly, started to write a simple investigation plan, and wrote selflessly until after ten o'clock at night, he received a call from Yang Ke.

Yang Ke briefly described the prosecution case with him, and asked him how he was doing in Sanwen.

Yu Zhinian has a new plan that is more interesting, and he is excited. He shares with Yang Ke his experience in the cultural center during the day, and the customs of Xiping County that Mei Qi said.

Yang Ke was very supportive of him that day, and Yu Zhinian was so happy that he finished talking about the whole day inattentively, only to realize that he seemed to have talked too much.

He calmed down, Yang Ke didn't notice his change, and asked, "How long do you plan to work on this project?"

"It's expected to be half a year," Yu Zhinian said, "but I have to wait until I go to see the details."

Yang Ke said "um", Yu Zhinian asked him what's the matter, and he said it was fine.

Due to Xiping's poor communication, official archives storage is not very standardized, and historical and written materials are lacking, Yu Zhinian's plan is to stay in Sanwen for preparations, and then go to Xiping in mid-July.While looking for some paper materials to read first, he wrote a new research plan and applied for some funds.

He reunited with several former classmates in Sanwen, and got a lot of help, and lived a fulfilling life every day.

Yang Ke would call to greet him sooner or later. Since Yang Ke didn't talk much, but he seemed reluctant to hang up the phone, he had to let Yu Zhinian do the talking.

Time passed slowly, and Yu Zhinian didn't know how to define his relationship with Yang Ke, but he seemed to feel more at ease.

Compared with when I was working on a floating population project in Ning City, I felt less homeless and struggling, but I felt more like doing research, and I became more focused, and I was no longer afraid of waiting for Yang Ke's call, because It is no longer impossible to wait.

One night in early July, Yu Zhinian had dinner with Mei Qi, who came to Sanwen for business, and two other staff members of the cultural center.

They sat in a roadside diner and opened a couple of cans of beer.

Mei Qi talked about Yu Zhinian when he was in junior high school, saying that Yu Zhinian was a star in the school, he was good-looking and good at studying.A few people were chatting and joking about Yu Zhinian, asking if Yu Zhinian had had many girlfriends.

Yu Zhinian was embarrassed by what they said, his cell phone rang suddenly, and Yang Ke called him.

This morning, Yang Ke didn't contact him for the first time. He thought Yang Ke was busy and sent a message to ask.

After picking it up, he heard the background sound on Yang Ke's side was unusually noisy, not like the place where Yang Ke would stay.

"Yu Zhinian," Yang Ke said at the other end, "you never told me that there are so many people at Sanwen's train station."

Yu Zhinian's heart beat faster and he stayed where he was. The beer can in his hand almost fell on the table. After a few seconds, he asked Yang Ke: "Where are you?"

"..." Yang Ke asked him not angrily, "Where do you think I am?"

Yu Zhinian hurriedly said goodbye to Mei Qi and the others, and took a taxi to the station.

The urban area of ​​Sanwen is very small, and it takes about ten minutes to get there. Yu Zhinian got off the bus and saw many people coming out of the passage.

Recently, it is a festival for the three literati to worship their ancestors, so many people return home.Yu Zhinian walked to the exit and looked around for Yang Ke's figure. It was already dark and the lights at the exit were not bright enough. You could only see people swarming out with big bags and small bags, and you couldn't see their faces clearly. hole.

He had no choice but to call Yang Ke. Just as he put the phone to his ear, someone grabbed his wrist suddenly. Someone hugged him from behind and said "stupid".

The phone was connected, and Yang Ke's cell phone rang while holding him. Yang Ke grabbed his wrist and hung up the phone.

Looking back, Yu Zhinian saw that Yang Ke was wearing a very ordinary T-shirt and trousers, no backpack, and his hair was cut a little shorter. He looked like a college student who had just graduated, and also looked like the two of them when they first met.

Seeing that he didn't move, Yu Zhinian raised his hand to touch Yu Zhinian's face gently, and said, "Why are you in a daze."

"It's not a small county town," he commented, "it's very lively."

Yu Zhinian explained the festival of Sanwen, and asked Yang Ke: "Did you bring nothing?"

"Let the assistant take it to the hotel first." Yang Ke told him.

They went to the taxi point, and Yu Zhinian asked him why he came without saying anything, and Yang Ke said, "I canceled a trip and booked it temporarily in the morning."

"Stay overnight and leave," he said, "You are not number 14 who wants to enter Xiping."

The two stood in line at the taxi point, not knowing where to go next.

Yang Ke probably saw the poster of the new Super English movie posted on the wall, so he asked Yu Zhinian if he wanted to go to the movie.They went to the largest theater in the city, and Yang Ke bought tickets for the couple seats in the last row.

There were many people in the cinema, and there were noisy children, but not long after the film started, Yang Ke fell asleep on top of Yu Zhinian.

Yang Ke slept soundly, with his head resting heavily on Yu Zhinian's shoulder. He didn't smell of perfume, only a very faint smell of laundry detergent and aromatherapy.

Yu Zhinian's right shoulder was leaning against the back of the soft couple seat, and his left shoulder was sore from the pressure. He felt that although he was doing a doctoral project, he was making an appointment for a high school meeting.