During the more than forty hours on the train, Liu Gen did not wash his face in order to prevent the wound from being infected. During this period, he looked in the mirror of the train's bathroom and changed the Band-Aid once.
Liu Gen didn't eat anything in the plastic bag given by Xia Yang, not even the bottled mineral water. He asked the conductor who was selling snacks. A bottle of water costs two or three yuan, and a pack of instant noodles costs at least three yuan. For those from
For a poor student boy in Gangou Village, where water is more valuable than oil, how can he drink mineral water that costs two or three yuan? A pack of instant noodles that costs three yuan is as luxurious as eating mutton steamed buns. He silently forgets it.
Let's eat the food in the plastic bag given by Xia Yang. According to the price of selling it on the train, it costs at least fifty or sixty yuan. If he had known it was so expensive, Liu Gen would not accept these things given by Xia Yang. He planned to keep them intact.
, wait until Xia Yang comes to find him at school, and then return it to her.
In this way, for two days and two nights, Liu Gen used a stainless steel lunch box to boil on the train, and ate the metallic-tasting water with sorghum pancakes.
When Liu Gen walked out of Nanhai Railway Station with a red and white woven bag on his right shoulder, an intact bulging plastic bag in his left hand, and a belly full of fermenting sorghum pancakes, farting loudly one after another,
It is already noon on August 30th.
On the left hand side of the exit, many sunshades of various types have been erected in a hurry, with big red cloth signs saying 'Reception Station for Freshmen of Such-and-such University', or 'So-and-Such University Welcomes Freshmen of Grade 99', etc.
Waiting for slogans that seem very warm and friendly.
Liu Gen rubbed Tian's dry mouth, his eyes shone, and he took a deep breath. He thought that in a seaside city like Nanhai, the air should smell like the sea, but what he smelled was a bit astringent.
There was an unpleasant smell mixed with human odor and car exhaust, it was hot and humid, and the sky was gray.
Liu Gen's nostrils were a little itchy, and he sneezed several times in succession. He shrugged his nose, as if he was tired from the journey. As the sneezes were driven out of his body, he shrugged his body upwards, shook the woven bag on his right shoulder, and said to himself
He said: "Nanhai, I'm coming!". He shook off the long strides of the northwest man, and the wide crotch pants, huffing loudly as he alternated his legs, and the sultry buttocks that were sweating slightly felt the slightest coolness.
The gas emitted by the fermented sorghum pancakes in his stomach could not be suppressed as the willow roots moved, making loud farting noises.
As the saying goes, stinky farts don’t make noises, and loud farts don’t stink. People who often eat whole grains do not produce as strong ammonia smell as those who often eat a lot of fish and meat. Whole grains have less protein and more crude fiber. Fish and meat are rich in protein, which is good in the stomach.
The ammonia fermented in food naturally smells very bad. From this nutritional point of view, we can draw a conclusion: the farts of poor people are not as smelly as the farts of rich people.
Sometimes, ordinary people also pretend to be elegant. Most people hold back their farts and dare not fart in front of others, or they slowly squeeze out the gas little by little, trying not to make any noise, out of shame. Liu Gen doesn't think there is anything wrong with farting.
Well, as long as you are human, it is normal for normal people to fart, and you should be happy to be able to fart. Only those who are unhealthy will worry about not farting.
The first pergola near the train station exit is an orange dome with the words 'Nanhai University Freshman Reception Station' written on it. Inside and outside the pergola, among the many suitcases and bags, many people are sitting or standing with proud faces on their faces.
Smiling young men and women were talking with southern and northern accents, and the parents who sent them to school also gathered together, chatting and smoking happily.
"When Xia Yang walks out tomorrow, the first thing she will see is the freshman reception station of the university where she is studying." Liu Gen, with a smile on his face, stopped in front of the Nanhai University freshman reception station and said to himself.
Several boys and girls looked at Liu Gen with strange eyes. Liu Gen gave them a friendly smile. It was okay that he didn't smile. This smile, with a band-aid on his face, frightened several of the proud and charming girls.
With that, everyone quickly moved forward.
How could Liu Gen pay attention to the changes in other people's faces? With the rugged figure of a man from the northwest and a gray-faced smile, he farted loudly one after another and walked forward from one arbor to another. Every arbor he passed would have boys and girls looking at him.
Three band-aids were placed on the left side of his face, covering almost half of Liu Gen's left face. At first glance, people thought he had a yin-yang face.
Finally, I saw the pergola of the ‘Nanhai Medical University Freshman Reception Station’. As expected of a medical university, the pergola is unique. The top of the pergola looks like a hospital nurse’s turban, and it is pink and white.
Liu Gen raised his head and admired the cursive fonts of 'Nanhai Medical University'. They were exactly the same as the fonts on the registered envelope containing the admission notice. It looked like they were written by celebrities. Ordinary people could not write such strong and powerful words. He admired them.
The university's signature calligraphy, Liu Gen's footsteps did not stop, suddenly, his body hit hard against something soft.
Hearing a cry of "Ouch...", Liu Gen quickly lowered his raised head.
"Isn't it..." Liu Gen was dumbfounded. His words of apology were blocked by the person who saw him. His eyes seemed to be attracted by a magnet. He saw a girl sitting on the suitcase with a pair of clear and innocent eyes.
He looked at himself with anger in his eyes.
At this second, Liu Gen's ignorant boy's heart, stained with the yellow sand of the northwest, was cleansed spotlessly by the water-like girl in front of him. His heart felt warm and moist for the first time, and he buried it deep in his heart.
The dry willow roots seemed to have encountered a long-lost cool spring, and began to smell of life, sprouting green shoots.
The girl who fell on the suitcase was rubbing her left breast that was hurt by the impact with her right hand. She saw Liu Gen staring at her stupidly, his face covered with a band-aid was dirty, and he had a seemingly evil smile.
The bald head that had just sprouted hair made the girl who was hit mistakenly think that Liu Gen wanted to eat her. Liu Gen raised his eyebrows, stood up, raised his hand and slapped Liu Gen hard.
This slap was not light, it hit the left side of Liu Gen's face, and the wound that had been closed opened again, and the blood slowly soaked into the band-aid.
After receiving a sharp slap, Liu Gen seemed to be unconscious, and his eyes were still staring at the girl standing in front of him with wide eyes.
The boys and girls inside and outside the pergola gathered around.
The person in charge of the student union who received the new students, a tall and thin boy with acne on his face, rushed forward and pushed Liu Gen back a step, speaking with a Xiangtan accent: "Hey! We don't recruit migrant workers here, don't come here to cause trouble!
Go away! Otherwise I’ll call the police!”
Only then did Liu Gen come to his senses and glanced around at the boys and girls surrounding him.
The boys and girls surrounding Liu Gen were all gesticulating and shouting, treating Liu Gen like a gangster.
The girl who was knocked down by Liu Gen slowly put away her angry face. She saw the blood seeping from the wound on Liu Gen's left face and dyed the band-aid red. She felt guilty in her heart. She didn't expect that she hit the wound with a palm: "Your face
…”
"It's okay." Liu Gen smiled innocently and apologized in embarrassment: "I'm sorry, I was careless just now..."
The acne-prone boy from the student union who welcomed the new students didn't wait for Liu Gen to finish speaking, and pushed him again: "If you don't go away! I won't be polite to you anymore!"
Several boys also slowly approached Liu Gen.
Liu Gen was not annoyed, he still put down the woven bag on his shoulder with a naive smile.
Those boys who were ready to take action at any time and approached Liu Gen saw him put down the woven bag and thought that Liu Gen was about to take action. Not only did no one dare to move forward anymore, but they took two steps back.
"What do you want to do?" The acne man in the student union also took a few steps back and looked at the tall Liu Gen. He was really afraid that Liu Gen would make a move.
"Excuse me, who is the teacher?" Liu Gen reached into his trouser pocket, took out the squarely folded admission notice, and glanced at the people surrounding him: "I am a freshman in Grade 99."
"You..." The girl who was knocked down by Liu Gen blinked her beautiful eyelashes twice, stared at Liu Gen doubtfully and asked: "Are you a freshman in level 99?"
This girl is wearing an orange T-shirt. Her plump breasts are like two ripe oranges. She holds up the front of the T-shirt. Her black hair is tied back into a ponytail. Her pretty face is unscrupulously exposed to Liu Gen's eyes.
, her pair of big talking eyes with double eyelids are exactly opposite to Liu Gen’s simple and unruly eyes.
Facing such a beautiful face, Liu Gen felt inexplicably shy for the first time under the gaze of her beautiful eyes. She lowered her eyelids and replied in a low voice: "I am a new student, and my name is Liu Gen."
"Are you a new student?" The pox man glanced at the woven bag on the ground: "Bring me your admission notice."
Liu Gen saw that the acne man didn't look like a teacher, so he hesitated and didn't hand him the admission letter.
"He is from the student union and is responsible for receiving new students at the train station." said the girl who was knocked down by Liu Gen.
Only then did Liu Gen hand the admission notice to the pox man.
The envelope containing the admission notice was left with Jia Hekai's sister, Jia Hehuan.
The acne man took it and seemed to feel that something was missing. He glanced at Liu Gen again with suspicious eyes, opened the admission notice, and immediately changed his face: "You are in the 99th level of the seven-year clinical medicine program.
Welcome, Yanagione-san." He wanted to shake Yanagi's hand.
The other boys and girls surrounding Liu Gen, including several parents sending off new students, all focused their eyes on Liu Gen in disbelief.
Liu Gen showed an honest smile, stretched out his hand, and shook hands with the acne man.
"Hello, my name is Ouyang Xue, I am also a grade 99 clinical medicine student. You are the first classmate I met when I came to Nanhai." The girl who was knocked down by Liu Gen also extended her hand, with an embarrassed smile on her face.
Self introduction.
Liu Gen rubbed the acne man's right hand on his clothes. He didn't have the courage to hold Ouyang Xue's jade hand. He looked at those tender white hands and felt that his hands were too dirty. With a silly smile on his face, he suddenly felt like farting.
, he immediately tightened his buttocks and tried hard to hold it in, wondering how he could fart in front of such a watery girl. This was the first time Liu Gen felt that farting was a very indecent thing.