The air in the corridor is not much better.

The group life of college students is generally disorderly.

Zhuo Qun quickly walked down the stairs until he walked out of the dormitory building, and he was able to breathe fresh air happily.

There are student notices posted on the bulletin board outside, mostly information about the items transferred.

Zhuo Qun glanced at him and felt that it was not very meaningful, so he began to walk outside the campus.

October is the most comfortable time in this time of the capital.

It is not as windy as in spring, with constant temperature and bright sunshine.

The leaves on campus have not yet begun to change color, but are still lush and green.

This place is undoubtedly the "Ministry University" where Zhuo Qun once attended.

He can clearly recall the little things about campus life from seeing all the scenes.

I remember how I was looking for dreams I never realized here.

Recalling how I spent the four years with my roommates.

When did it start to fall in love for the first time in my life...

But from the library, playground, canteen, and teaching building, he couldn't feel the characteristics of time at all.

These square buildings have an eternal and unchanging characteristic, making it impossible for him to judge which year it is now.

It is unlikely to achieve this from the clothes and hairstyles of many ramblers on campus.

Because there is not much difference between young men and women on campus and college students in 2019.

But just as I walked to the east gate of the school, a most essential difference in the era suddenly woke Zhuo Qun up.

That was when he suddenly realized that along the way, no one had fiddled with his cell phone, and he had not seen any trace of his laptop.

Obviously this clue proves that the time span is so large that he should not be lucky.

As expected, the situation outside the school shocked Zhuo Qun even more.

The road facing the school gate has not yet been widened, and there is no iron fence across the middle of the road.

There are tall poplar trees on both sides, with the wind blowing the leaves and rustling.

Although there are many cars on the road, compared with the vast army of cars in 2019, it is simply a paradise without any obstacles.

The most amazing thing is that the taxi in Beijing that shuttled and froze were actually eliminated and were known as "locust".

Occasionally, I can see an empty Red Fukang or Red Xiali.

The high-rise buildings that should have stood opposite the school also disappeared.

Along with supermarkets, banks, fast food restaurants, and telecommunications business halls, it was completely gone.

So much so that it is still a row of bungalows converted into basement stores.

There is only one popular restaurant called "Yongle Restaurant", a Xinhua Bookstore and a Kodak Color Printing Store.

But there are two new public telephone booths at the entrance of these shops.

God!

The facts are very obvious. This is the real environment around the east gate of the school when he was studying here.

This should be...the 1990s.

But which year was it?

Is he a senior or a junior?

Perhaps there is only one simple way to solve this problem once and for all.

Zhuo Qun walked towards the open-air newsstand next to the bus stop north of the school gate.

That stall is temporary.

Dozens of newspapers and magazines were hung on a rope between two poplar trees.

The boss is an old man with a straw hat.

When he saw Zhuo Qun coming over with his eyes straight, he knew that the business was coming.

So he asked without waiting for him to speak.

"Young man, what do you want?"

Zhuo Qun recognized "Reader", "Health and Beauty", "Computer Enthusiast", "Securities Market Weekly", and "Youth Weekly" from the wire at a glance...

These once best-selling magazines.

He unconsciously bit his lips hard.

"Newspaper, I want the newspaper today!"

The old man thought what he said was inaccurate.

"What report?"

Zhuo Qun said, "I want it all."

The old man was a little surprised and his voice became louder.

"You need any kind of newspaper?"

Zhuo Qun reiterated it persistently.

"Yes, today's newspapers are all required!"

So the old man stopped asking and happily handed over six or seven copies.

But then Zhuo Qun realized a problem.

He doesn’t even have a mobile phone these days, so how can he pay?

Does he have money on himself?

Go through your pocket quickly.

Fortunately, I have money in my pants.

Although not many.

In addition to a telephone magnetic card with a face value of 20 yuan.

There is only one cash worth fifty, three one ten yuan, one five yuan and a few big tickets.

But he doesn't have to worry about being embarrassed about not being able to pay.

He handed over a ten yuan directly.

After following without waiting for the old man to find money, Zhuo Qun couldn't wait to turn his attention to the newspaper and find the answer.

Coincidentally, the first one was the newspaper from his own unit - Urban Youth Daily.

So he skillfully identified the day and date of the anti-white words from a blue path below the head of the newspaper.

October 11, 1996.

Oh my God!

He had to admit what happened.

He almost died suddenly in the newspaper's utility room, but he did not die, but returned to the capital in 1996.

He has just finished his training for the first year and is in his freshman year, and he is still four years away from graduation.

Although he could not think of a reasonable explanation at all, he could not even think of the most far-fetched reason.

But this is the fact!

No wonder he walked out of school and had walked nearly a kilometer quickly without any breath.

No wonder he is extremely excited and hungry now, feeling that he can eat a cow.

No wonder he always had a subtle touch in his heart when he saw a slim and beautiful girl.

Because he is only eighteen years old!

Age of strong blood!

There is no other reason, this is the conclusion.

At this moment, the newspaper in Zhuo Qun's hand was wet.

He touched his forehead and felt uncomfortable finding that his forehead was covered with sweat.

But under impulse, he still did not stop exploring and tried to calm himself down.

He took out the phone card again and walked towards the public phone across the street in a very complicated mood.

With his memory, he dialed the phone number that he had never changed from his parents' home far away in the Northeast.

"Hey? Who are you?"
To be continued...