Chapter 451: Tonight, Li Jin is not asleep (asking for monthly tickets and subscriptions)
It was the first time for eighteen-year-old Song Junxian to leave home.

He came from Hangzhou, Zhejiang to Lizhen in southern Hunan to study.

In fact, his grades were not bad, and Hangzhou's economic development was much better than Lijin's. Logically speaking, there were many good universities in ZJ Province, but he chose Xiangtan University because he had his reasons. Living is something that one has to do.

His first stop was the home of his distant relative Song Man.

In 1995, China's real estate industry had just started due to fiscal and tax reforms. As an inland city, Lijin City had few market-oriented commercial housing projects. The housing prices were not outrageously high, but for the vast majority of ordinary people who earned two to three hundred yuan a month, they were definitely not low.

Currently, most of the developers in Lijin City are Sino-foreign joint ventures or businessmen from Hong Kong and Taiwan. The commercial housing they develop is mainly aimed at a small group of wealthy people who have become rich first in the city.

Song Man is one of the first wealthy people to get rich. She owns a 160-square-meter luxury commercial flat in Mingyuan Community on Jiefang West Road in the city center. This shows how wealthy Song Man is. However, this woman is not only wealthy, but also has a thriving career and a perfect daughter.

Her daughter's name is Li Yusheng.

Sitting next to Song Man at this moment, his eyes sparkling with curiosity, he looked at this distant cousin who was so strange that he only existed in his childhood memories.

She only remembered that this cousin had a hard life when he was a child.

But the feeling now is very different. From the moment she entered the door, the impression Song Junxian gave her was his eyes hidden under his long hair. His sparse and messy hair hung in front of his forehead, but the dust and sweat on his head could not cover his wild eyes.

Song Junxian didn't care about Li Yusheng.

He also didn't know that his cousin was named the most beautiful girl in the School of Economics and Management of Hunan University on the first day of school.

Song Junxian stared at Song Man, and Song Man also stared at Song Junxian with a scrutinizing look. He had long hair and was dressed in tattered clothes, wearing ripped jeans and a shirt. His eyes always made people feel that this boy was very unruly. When he opened the door, people thought he was a garbage collector.

This was Song Man’s first impression of Song Junxian.

This made Song Man unhappy. She was busy with work and didn't like these relatives from her hometown who were neither far nor near. However, she knew the family situation of the boy in front of her, and his extreme personality often came from family misfortunes. She sighed and motioned Song Junxian to find a chair and sit down.

Song Junxian didn't sit down. He took out an old-fashioned red plastic bag from the woven bag and handed it to Song Man: "Aunt, this is the dried day lily and bamboo shoots that my grandmother dried."

"Put it on the table." Song Man is different from most city women. She rarely has time to cook. The local specialties sent by her old family will only gradually get moldy if left at home. Their final fate is to be thrown into the trash can by the clean-loving Li Yusheng.

Song Man took out a red envelope and was about to hand it to Song Junxian, saying that it was not easy for you to come to Lijin to study at university, and you should study hard and not play around. Then she let Song Junxian sleep at home for one night and would send him to school tomorrow.

Unexpectedly, before Song Man had time to speak, Song Junxian picked up the woven bag and said, "Aunt, I'm going back to school first."

Song Manyu choked, then said earnestly: "It's so late and there is no car. How are you going to go back to school? Sleep at home tonight. I'll take you to school tomorrow."

Song Junxian said, "No, I came here just to deliver the dried vegetables that my grandma made. I have military training tomorrow, so I will go there tonight."

Song Man was a little annoyed: "How about this, I'll take you home tonight."

"No need." Song Junxian smiled.

Walking under the gloomy sky, on the first day Song Junxian arrived in Lijin City, he felt that there was something in the depths of this city that was incompatible with him. The steel and concrete were filled with ubiquitous indifference and discrimination.

As soon as he got off the train, his wallet, which didn't have much money in it, was stolen. Fortunately, he reacted quickly and caught up with the thieves in the crowd. The thieves were a gang, and three of them were holding knives. He was outnumbered and was pinned to the ground and beaten. There were many people coming and going around, and the plainclothes police not far away seemed to see nothing.

Song Junxian ran to the police station at the railway station to report the case. After the police officer found out that he was from another place, he just said that it was his own fault that his wallet was stolen because of his carelessness. He advised him not to file a case because he couldn't get it back! After saying this, the police officer left him alone.

Song Junxian left the police station at the railway station. He was not paying attention to the road when crossing the intersection and was almost hit by an old lady on a bicycle. The old lady caught him and started scolding him with a strong Lijin accent, like Saddam!
Song Junxian had been enduring until he saw the reserved Mrs. Song and heard her first words, "Garbage collector? Get out!" Then the anger that had been boiling in his heart finally rose up quietly.

Song Junxian doesn't mind admitting that he is sensitive!

If he didn't want to forgive others' disrespect towards him, then he would never force himself to pretend to be tolerant. Therefore, Song Junxian did not give a good look to this elegant aunt. He picked up his luggage and left the high-end flat without looking back.

The night is deep.

The autumn night wind was a little cold, and the leaves of the lush camphor trees in the Mingyuan upscale residential area rustled.

As soon as Song Junxian walked out of the building, he heard a girl's voice behind him: "Cousin, wait a moment."

Song Junxian turned his head.

Li Yusheng had already chased to the door of the stairwell. She was still panting and handed ten yuan to Song Junxian in her hand: "There are no buses. This is mine. I'll take a taxi for you."

"No need." Song Junxian turned and left.

From the moment he stepped out of Li Yusheng's house, Song Junxian told himself that he would never step into Li Yusheng's house again and would not accept any gifts from Song Man! Later facts proved that Song Junxian was a man who kept his word.

Li Yusheng stared at the tall, thin figure in the night in a daze, until he disappeared. She pursed her lips in dissatisfaction: "What? Good intentions don't go unrewarded."

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There were no cars at that time.

To be more precise, Song Junxian couldn't afford a taxi.

It was a dark night and there were very few vehicles on the road. Song Junxian walked back to Xiangnan University on foot.

No one knew how long this stranger had been running around like a mad dog in this strange city before he found the school. It was already past midnight. Hunan University was a school without a proper gate, and one could enter from any angle. However, the iron gate outside the dormitory had been closed. The iron gate was against the crossbeam of the wall, and one could not climb in.

Song Junxian sat on the stone steps outside the iron gate, lit a cigarette and prepared to spend the night like this. But at this moment, a boy came over, stared at him for a few seconds, and then reached out to push the iron gate.

"The door is closed." Song Junxian said.

The boy turned his head to look at him and asked, "From Xiangtan University?"

Song Junxian nodded: "Song Junxian from the Department of Economics and Management."

The boy suddenly smiled, looking quite friendly. He sat down on the stone steps next to him and said, "Zhang Yunqi from the Department of Economics and Management."

Song Junxian took out a pack of Xiongshi cigarettes produced in Zhejiang and handed one to Zhang Yunqi: "Want to smoke?"

Zhang Yunqi took it and took out his lighter to light it.

There are six roommates in dormitory 213, and the last roommate left a deep impression on him with this unique image tonight.

When he saw this guy for the first time, he thought of an internet celebrity who had disappeared from the world in later generations.

The sharp guy who quickly became famous on the Chinese Internet and was praised by netizens as the "ultimate beggar" because of a post on Tianya Forum titled "The most gorgeous and most handsome passerby in the universe! So handsome that it will blind your eyes! Please find his detailed information."

Zhang Yunqi saw that he looked even more miserable than Brother Xili. There were some dried bloodstains on his sloppy clothes. He must have gone through something today. But he was indeed handsome. Speaking of which, there was already a handsome guy named Jin Shengze in their dormitory who made the girls' eyes sparkle. Now there was another one named Song Junxian. The flower of Normal University and the grass of Hunan University. This statement was indeed true.

Zhang Yunqi said, "It's been a day since school started. Why are you here just now?"

Song Junxian said, "I went to a relative's house."

Zhang Yunqi found it difficult to understand the connection between going to a relative's house and returning to the dormitory in the early morning. This wasn't like Ximen Qing going to Wu Dalang's house to visit his godsister Jinlian. Was there any need to act in the middle of the night?
Song Junxian dusted off his cigarette ashes and suddenly said in a hoarse voice, "Do you have anything to eat?"

Zhang Yunqi stood up and said, "I'll treat you."

The two went to Fallen Street behind Hunan University and found a restaurant called "Fatty Yang's Food Stall" for a midnight snack.

Zhang Yunqi took the menu and ordered a bunch of food, then handed it to Song Junxian: "What else do you want to eat?"

Song Junxian asked him back, "What do you want to eat?"

Zhang Yunqi said: "I've had dinner, so a bottle of beer will do."

Song Junxian picked up a pen and crossed out all the dishes and barbecue ordered by Zhang Yunqi. Then he wrote a "1" in the column for the fried noodles with egg, which was priced at 5 yuan per serving, and handed it to the proprietress, whose expression was no longer very happy.

Two servings of fried egg noodles for three yuan were soon served. Song Junxian hadn't eaten for the whole day and was so hungry that he picked up his chopsticks and started to wolf down the food.

Zhang Yunqi sat next to him and drank beer quietly.

After biting and chewing like a crocodile, Song Junxian finally freed his mouth to chat with Zhang Yunqi.

Zhang Yunqi asked: "How are you going to spend the night if you can't get into the dormitory?"

Song Junxian said, "We're sleeping on the floor at the door of the dormitory. What about you?"

Zhang Yunqi did not intend to take his roommate, whom he did not know well yet, back to his own residence to sleep. Song Junxian could not even afford to eat, so the problem of where to live was obviously unsolved. But he was his roommate after all, and it would be inhumane to watch Song Junxian sleep on the floor.

Zhang Yunqi said: "I will open a hotel for you."

Song Junxian was not polite: "Okay."

Zhang Yunqi asked, "Your accent sounds like someone from Zhejiang?"

Song Junxian nodded: "I'm from Hangzhou."

Zhang Yunqi asked, "Why did you come to Xiangnan to study at university?"

Song Junxian took out a Xiongshi cigarette and lit it up without saying anything.

Seeing this, Zhang Yunqi stood up and settled the bill, then found a small hotel that looked decent among the many hotels on Fallen Street and booked a room for Song Junxian.

As Song Junxian was carrying the woven bag up the stairs of the hotel, he said to Zhang Yunqi, "Thank you for tonight. It cost you 16 yuan. I will pay you back later."

Zhang Yunqi nodded.

Song Junxian also included the money for his bottle of beer into the 16 yuan.

Zhang Yunqi turned around and left the hotel, walking back to his residence.

When he finished his shower and climbed into bed, a cool breeze blew in from the window. Shadows of oarsmen were seen at the foot of Yuelu Mountain. The lights in the Hunan University campus had gone out. The sky was full of stars hanging upside down on the surface of the Xiangjiang River, and the sky in the distance gradually turned dark blue.

A new day has come quietly.

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PS:

I was quite touched tonight.

Because the performance of this book is not good (update reason), I never asked for monthly votes before, it is meaningless. But this month I suddenly found that this book can enter the top 100 of the urban monthly vote list. This book has been written for so many years, and there is no recommendation (update reason). Now as the ranking improves, there is a sudden opportunity to be exposed, so I ask for monthly votes.

Early this morning, I posted the first single chapter in my life asking for monthly votes.

Then, I saw many book friends voting for me on monthly tickets, and there were two new leaders, [Mysterious Story] and [Who Will Bear It], who were rewarded by brothers in the group.

thank you all.

How should I put it? It is very difficult for a person to write a book and overcome his own writing habits and ways of expression. In a sense, I am particularly paranoid about this. Sometimes what I write does not look like an online novel. I have never been able to overcome the desire to express my own ideas and pursue what I want in words.

This caused me to type extremely slowly.

It often takes seven or eight hours to write a chapter, plus work and commuting time, there is no other way, no time, I can only stay up late every day to write, it is common to go to bed at three o'clock every day, I feel very happy to go to bed after two o'clock, and I have to stay up all night four or five times a month. I am not complaining, I just want to say that even if I work so hard, I can only write one chapter for you every day.

terribly sorry.

I can confidently say that I tried my best. But my updates still cannot meet the requirements of online novels. This is the core reason that affects the performance of this book.

I never dare to say how good my writing is, but I really can't give up my writing standards and pursue quantity! What I can do is to write well and go all out to finish this book. But it won't take too long. At the current speed, it is estimated that it will be finished in more than a year.

This is the only thing I can do!

Thank you.

Finally, during the double period, I still hope that my brothers can support me, because without recommendations, only the monthly ticket list, sales list, and recommendation list can give me some exposure.

Please vote for me, please subscribe!
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(End of this chapter)