Bi Yue thought she was able to get up early, but when she looked around, she saw students holding books and sitting on the ground in the groves, beside the flower beds, and under the poplar trees in every corner of the campus.
She looked up at the sky. It was true that at this time of year, reading now was much better than reading by flashlight at night.
For a moment, my heart felt loose, my whole body was relaxed, and I seemed powerless.
Later generations of college students were not as dedicated to their studies as today, and also...
She would rather live a dull life wandering in books than get involved in an industry she has never been involved in.
Encourage yourself and don’t be discouraged!
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Near the street park at the southwest corner of Xuanwumen, a girl in an old-fashioned dark blue suit was walking behind several elderly ladies.
I don’t have many clothes, only a few pieces for all seasons, including this old-style suit.
The fabric was thick and a bit hot in this season, so she could only wear a tight-fitting white cotton vest with blue flowers underneath, without even a bra to cover her well-developed breasts.
She was looking for the largest morning market nearby. After all, time had passed and many buildings had changed so much that she was a little confused for a moment.
Bi Yue felt relieved when she saw a donkey cart passing by.
When I was little, I vaguely heard my grandmother mention that around this time, small vendors from the Dazhongsi Vegetable Wholesale Market would drive their donkey carts to the morning market to work as middlemen. The small shops selling pancakes and noodles would make soup, and the people cleaning tables and chairs would set up their stalls.
It was this thin girl, 1.7 meters tall, who stood at the street corner, watching, learning, suppressing her cravings, smelling the fragrance, and trying to chat with the lady selling pancakes by offering to help.
In Bi Yue's eyes, the morning market in the mid-1980s was filled with the fragrance of life amidst the chaos.
The cart passed by, shouting "Make way!", passing by one rusty house number after another;
The street barber, in his coat, shakes off his apron and cleans his most precious tools;
There was already a long line at the milk station at the street corner.
As the morning light slowly faded, the jingle of bicycle bells in the distance became more and more frequent.
Commuters would pack their breakfast in aluminum lunch boxes, put the net bag with the lunch box around the handlebars, and then ring the bell and leave.
Just as residents were walking through the noisy streets and alleys buying daily necessities, the girl's thin figure had disappeared in the morning market.
…
Bi Yue trotted after the delivery cart and left the morning market. "Uncle, wait a minute! Are you selling meat oil?"
It was a very abrupt sentence, which earned him a wary look from the middle-aged man.
The girl with a low hairline and a standard round face with a smile looks sweet, cute, pure and harmless.
"Uncle, look at how I'm dressed. I'm a child from a poor family! Children from poor families have to grow up early. Let me tell you straight, I want to buy some soybean oil and animal oil, and set up a stall at the morning market to earn money for my studies."
"You?" The middle-aged man propped himself up with his feet, supporting the swaying wheels of the cart. "Are you a high school student?"
"College students, look, that's the university over there. Do you think we can come over and chat for a while?"
…
"Auntie, I want to ask if there's any rent for the small warehouse in our house?"
…
Bi Yue returned to the morning market stall and this time spoke frankly to the woman selling pancakes, using the same old work-study excuse, "Sister, where can I buy flour without food coupons?"
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This morning, Bi Yue finalized a lot of things. The vague ideas in her mind last night, and now half of the plans have been put into action.
Her face showed an expression of hurrying back to school, but Bi Yue's mind was full of thoughts: Where can I get the whole waste oil barrel?!
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Bi Yue hunched over and lowered her head as she slipped in through the back door of the classroom. Before she slipped in, she first scouted the location of the people she knew.
Girls want to have someone accompany them when they go to class, eat, or go shopping. This is a habit in their thinking.
Liang Xiaoxiao glanced sideways at the panting Bi Yue. She was extremely surprised. Didn't she go to the study room early in the morning? Where were her books? Why were there no books or pens?
Liang Xiaoxiao moved the book between the two of them. Bi Yue stared at the blackboard unconsciously, calculating in her mind how to distribute her precious twenty-five dollars.
Well, just forty-eight hours after getting better, this person started to return to his normal, wandering state.
"Bi Yue, read my book."
"Oh, you're welcome. Feel free to do as you please."
Liang Xiaoxiao...
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People say that when fellow villagers meet, their eyes are filled with tears, let alone when they meet their own younger brother.
But Bi Yue's steps were hesitant. It could be said that ever since she came here through time and space, her mind has been full of "lawsuits".
Her journey through time and space was truly one of hardship and difficulty. She was always in a hurry and was in a daze.
I haven’t stopped yet, haven’t counted out the time, and have not sighed.
Bi Yue's face turned slightly red. She was a little nervous, and there was an unknown sense of guilt flowing in her heart.
You said people would know that my sister had a new heart...
Bi Yue's twin brother, also eighteen years old and born just thirteen minutes apart, was a student at Kyoto University of Transportation. Like Bi Yue, he had been admitted to a university in the capital with excellent grades, and had been selected for Jiaotong University's key major, transportation...
Bi Yue tucked the hair behind her ear, lowered her head and looked at the original owner's brother's calf, and said dryly: "Bi Cheng."
"Hey, I'm fine. I just came to see you." As he spoke, the 1.8-meter-tall young man wiped the sweat from his forehead with his sleeve, then reached into his pocket and said, "Sister, this is for you."
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