Wen Xin has two personalities. On the one hand, she is very mature, because her parents died when she was young, and she has to do many things by herself. She will understand the hard work of others, because she herself has worked hard, so most of the time she shows an understanding character.
But, on the other hand, especially in front of Yan Zeyang, she was different. Maybe Yan Zeyang was the character she had ever dreamed of, tall, handsome, responsible, and much older than her. In this way, he would spoil her, protect her, and tolerate all her little tempers. No matter how she teased him, he would not leave her. In this way, she would act very bold in front of him, but also look like a pure and little girl.
Wen Xin didn’t know if this was her original nature. She just felt that the feeling of dependence that she had been missing since childhood was now obtained from Yan Zeyang. So the longer the two of them were together, the happier and more satisfied she would be. But conversely, it became increasingly difficult for her to bear the separation.
When she returned to the dormitory, she felt a little unhappy. But she adjusted quickly.
After returning to the dormitory, several students exchanged names and briefly introduced themselves. Except for Wen Xin and the girl on the lower bunk next to her who was wearing a white shirt and plaid skirt, and the girl who had changed beds before, who were all from the Foreign Languages Department, the remaining three were from the Chinese Department, and the other two were from finance and economics majors.
For people of this generation, once their household registration is moved to school and their grain and oil relationships are changed, if nothing unexpected happens, they will be considered as people who eat state-funded food in the future. After graduation from university, there is guaranteed employment, and there is no pressure on finding a job at all. The jobs assigned to them are basically civil servants, state-owned enterprises, and public institutions. After the assignment, they will receive a fixed salary of several dozen yuan per month, so all they consider is where they will be assigned after graduation and what the assigned working environment will be like.
These may be important matters for other students, but for Wen Xin, it is still uncertain whether she will really have a job in the government in the future. After all, the 1980s and 1990s were the peak period for entrepreneurship...
After completing the admission procedures and going to pick up the books, Wen Xin met the girl next to her who was wearing a white shirt and plaid skirt when she returned to the dormitory.
The female classmate kept looking at Wen Xin, trying to find an opportunity to talk to her.
"My name is Ning Xue. What's your name?" Ning Xue had been looking at Wen Xin since she saw her when she entered the dormitory. It was not until the two of them came back together that she took the initiative to ask her on the way.
"Wen Xin, uh... my name is Wei Xin." In fact, Wen Xin and Wei Xin sound similar. Wen Xin may accidentally call the wrong name, but people usually can't tell the difference. Only when they see the characters will they realize that it's Wei Xin.
"Your name is really nice. Who is the officer who brought you here? Is he your brother?" Ning Xue has an oval face and a delicate nose. She is very beautiful. She is a native of Huzhou and her parents both work in the local government departments.
Perhaps because they were both beautiful women and their clothes showed that they both came from well-off families, people would subconsciously seek to make friends with people who had similar external conditions or levels to themselves. Perhaps it was because their auras were suitable, in such an environment where they were not familiar with each other, Ning Xue took the initiative to chat with someone for the first time.
Today her mother took her out of school. When she came, she saw the male officer in the dormitory at a glance. She saw his epaulettes and was a little curious about the relationship between Wen Xin and the officer who helped Wen Xin pack her things. He took Wen Xin's basin to the bathroom, cleaned it, and put it under her bed. He also washed the cups and lunch boxes. She was stunned when she saw it. After all, she was still a little girl and had never been in love. She just thought he was a brother or something, so she couldn't help asking about Wen Xin as soon as they started talking.
Wen Xin took the book and walked back, muttering, "What brother? My beloved brother?" "Ah? What did you say?" Ning Xue followed Wen Xin. She looked at the white gauze skirt on Wen Xin. The soft gauze swayed gently with her steps. Ning Xue loved her so much. She was beautiful no matter how she looked at her. The pink belt seemed to make her waist look even thinner, unlike her plaid skirt, which was a little loose at the waist.
When she entered the dormitory, she fell in love with the skirt on Wen Xin at first sight. After all, her family was relatively wealthy and she often went shopping in shopping malls, but she had never seen such a skirt for sale.
Countless male and female classmates on the road turned around to look at them, oh no, at the people next to her.
In this era, the white dress is the dream of young girls of this era, and now Wen Xin is equivalent to wearing the girlish dreams in the hearts of all female classmates. For male classmates, Wen Xin wearing a white dress is simply the dream lover of thousands of male classmates.
Ning Xue's family was relatively wealthy and she was not petty, but with so many people turning their heads to look at them and so many classmates looking at them, she couldn't help but blushing a little. But when she turned around and saw Wen Xin walking as if she saw nothing and no one was around, she secretly made herself look the same.
"What did you say just now? I didn't hear it." Ning Xue was also the child of a cadre and was a bit arrogant, but she felt that Wen Xin was different and was willing to talk to her, even though Wen Xin didn't say a few words along the way. She was unhappy because Yan Zeyang left, so she didn't want to talk and was not in the mood.
"Oh, I mean, he's my boyfriend, not my brother." She replied casually.
"What? It's your boyfriend." Ning Xue was stunned for a moment, and after a while she caught up with him and said, "Is your boyfriend in the army? He's so nice to you." There are many college students who are married and have families, so it's not surprising that they have a boyfriend. After all, they are all around 20 years old, and the oldest are 25 or 26. How can they not date and get married?
"By the way, Wen Xin, how old are you?" Ning Xue asked.
"Nineteen." Actually, she is twenty-one, but she takes good care of herself and looks like eighteen or nineteen. Ever since she got the system and knew how to use the system's extracts to maintain her body, her age seems to have been frozen, and she has no pressure in pretending to be eighteen. Her face is full of collagen, and it is elastic and soft. Yan Zeyang likes to kiss her face the most, the kind that makes a loud kiss.
"I'm nineteen too." After saying that, Ning Xue felt that although they were both nineteen years old, her clothes were much more old-fashioned than Wen Xin's. Her hair was not as black and shiny as Wen Xin's. Although they both had braids, Wen Xin's braids looked better than hers. They seemed to be looser, making her face look smaller. Her skin was also whiter and her clothes were prettier than hers.
She thought she was dressed quite fashionably today. The plaid skirt was the latest model that her mother brought from Haicheng two days ago. She put it on when she came to register today. But when she compared herself with others, she instantly looked ugly. It was so ugly that she never wanted to wear it again.
The two walked back to the dormitory.
In this day and age, the difference between a family's financial situation and theirs is sometimes not that obvious just by looking at their clothing; the most obvious difference is in daily necessities and books.
Those who come from well-off families can afford daily necessities and use good things. Then there are books. Ning Xue brought quite a few books, including a pile of books on literature and foreign languages. However, some other students only had one or two books and a dictionary.
There were a few students in the dormitory whose families were not well off. When they saw Ning Xue had so many books, and Wen Xin, and that the officer also brought a lot of books to Wen Xin, they stared at the books with envy.
People nowadays are not only lacking in material things, but also in spiritual things. Let alone reading materials such as novels and magazines, many people cannot even get a complete set of high school textbooks. People of this era are very eager for knowledge and urgently desire anything that can enrich their spiritual world.
"You have so many books, I haven't read any of them." The female classmate sitting opposite Wen Xin was the first one to come to the dormitory. When she saw Wen Xin organizing her books, she couldn't help but say something to her.
Wen Xin didn’t know where Yan Zeyang got these for her. Is Wen Xin the kind of person who lacks spiritual world? No, she has traveled through two worlds, what hasn’t she seen? But some books are good for killing time.
She flipped through the books and looked at what they were. When she heard the girl on the bed opposite her talking, she replied, "To be honest, I haven't read it either." Wen Xin flipped through the books twice and put them back.
Seeing that Wen Xin didn't care, the female classmate on the bed opposite asked quietly, "Can you lend it to me when you're not reading?" There was a look of longing for the book in her eyes.
In fact, the school has a library. Wen Xin glanced at her, shrugged indifferently, and said, "Just take a look. Just don't lose it."
The girl sitting in the bed opposite was called Hu Aizhen. Her family conditions were not very good. She came from the countryside and was admitted to school with great difficulty. Her family could barely scrape together the 50 yuan to send her to school. If they couldn't, she wouldn't be able to come to school. The shoes on her feet were tattered, and she was afraid that Wen Xin would look down on her. After observing for a while, she spoke carefully.
Unexpectedly, Wen Xin was so easy to talk to. She quickly said, "No, I'll help you watch it. I'll write it down with a pen, so it won't be lost."
"Yeah." Wen Xin picked up a copy of My University from the table and handed it to Hu Aizhen, "Take a look. Just put it back after you finish reading."
Hu Aizhen took the book and kept thanking Wen Xin. Two days after registration, Wen Xin did not plan to stay in the dormitory. After saying hello to her roommates, she went out the back door of the school and went to the noodle shop she was planning to open.
It is almost noon now. Liu Erhu's family has been busy cleaning the house, the yard, and the front hall. They have also wiped the tables and chairs. Wen Xin asked someone to hang up the sign of Huzhou Noodle Restaurant yesterday, but not many people came.
Wen Xin was too lazy to think of a name, so she just called it Huzhou Noodle House.
The couple was a little anxious. When Wen Xin came in, they hurried over to greet her. "Wen Xin, why are you back? Isn't school starting now?"
"Well, I've completed the admission procedures, so I have nothing to do in the afternoon." Wen Xin was used to taking a nap, so she planned to sleep for a while in the backyard room after dinner. Although this was where Liu Erhu's family of three lived, she couldn't move into the west wing, as that was her room. She would come here on Saturdays and Sundays when she had nothing to do at school. The backyard was quiet, and it was very comfortable to take a nap there.
"Captain Yan has already instructed us to take good care of you. We will cook whatever you want to eat at noon. It's just that your sister-in-law's cooking skills may not be as good as yours..." Liu Erhu looked at Wen Xin and felt a little embarrassed, but the captain had said that she should help him take good care of her, so he must do it.
"I eat whatever you eat. I'm not picky." Wen Xin smiled at Erhu. She felt that the soldiers under King Yan were very cute. They were all lovely people. Then she walked into the kitchen.
"Then I'll make you some sugar cakes at noon. Your sister-in-law makes delicious ones."
"Okay." Just eat a little.
"Where's Dongzi?" Wen Xin was chatting with the couple in the kitchen. She washed her hands casually and helped to prepare the sugar filling. The sugar filling she prepared was delicious.
"I went out to play. I played wild with a group of kids these past two days."
After chatting for a while, Zhang Erhu's wife asked Wen Xin quietly, "Wen Xin, no one has come all day, is this noodle shop going to work?"
Although this noodle shop is not owned by Zhang Erhu and his wife, they have been here for more than a week, eating and living for free, and feel uncomfortable. Now they have finally put up the sign, but no one is around. The neighbors are all watching them and gossiping about them behind their backs. The couple is feeling very nervous.
Wen Xin comforted them, "It's okay. Our business is mainly aimed at students in the school. Don't worry about the neighbors. Just laugh it off when they say something."
"But, there are no students either."
"Yes, there will be one. Don't worry. There will be someone in two days."
Seeing Wen Xin's confident look, Liu Erhu and his wife swallowed their worries and had lunch with Zhang Erhu and his wife in the front hall.
The sugar cakes were really delicious, the dough was soft and fluffy, and the sugar filling inside was fragrant and sweet. Xiaodong, who was so young, ate two of them. We made ten pieces, and not a single one was left.
Liu Erhu felt a little embarrassed, afraid that Wen Xin would think he was too much of an eater.
Wen Xin, on the contrary, thought it was a good idea. Working in a noodle shop is a physically demanding job, so it needs people with good physical strength to do it. Kneading dough requires a lot of strength.
Liu Erhu didn't expect that as Wen Xin said, someone would come in two days, and someone really came to eat noodles. But why didn't they have to pay for the noodles?
Seeing people leaving after eating without giving them a penny and even saying thank you to them, the smiles on Liu Erhu and his wife's faces almost froze.
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