Chapter 38 Section 2 Baita Street Female Dormitory

The college life I remember started not from the beautiful city of Leshan, but from the female dormitory. I lived in the girls' dormitory for nearly ten years in my life, eight years during the war, and two years in the early days of "demobilization" after the victory.At that time, the equipment in the dormitory was very simple, and the lights were turned off at 9 o'clock in the evening, but the atmosphere was very different.The university dormitory is of course freer than the school, and you can come and go freely before the lights are turned off.The female dormitory on Zita Street in Leshan is called the "White House". It is a four-story wooden building. It was originally built by the church to train missionaries from the mainland. It can barely accommodate a hundred people, and the self-contained courtyard is quite safe.Due to the inability to repair it during the war, it is quite old. It is neither white nor a "palace". I have never seen the White Tower either).

The only dormitory supervisor was Ms. Zhu Junyun. Her style of work was completely different from that of Nankai's ever-present strict teacher Wang Wentian. She rarely cared about us, and she didn't even show up much.At that time, I thought she was the wife of the famous playwright Xiong Fuxi, and she was divorced. She should be a lonely and mysterious woman who didn't have to "get involved in the mundane world" and take care of trivial matters of food, clothing, housing and transportation.As far as I can remember, the only person in charge of our life is Lao Yao, a worker who sits at the door of the dormitory (it is said that boys call him Yao Daddy or Yao Dashuai).Thinking about it today, he is more than just the one who locks the gate with a big iron key on time every night.Put down the iron face of the wooden deadbolt

Selfless little old man; he's in charge of everything, inside and out, and knows everything.The data of the more than one hundred girls are all in In his head, he is simply a powerful character in Shakespeare's comedy.He was very short and almost bald on the top of his head, I don't remember seeing his hair, and he wore a black and gray cotton robe as an adult. ——We all went home during the summer vacation and didn't know what he was wearing. When he was smiling or not smiling, the entire row of upper teeth were exposed outside his lips. My seniors and I rolled into the dormitory gate with those ridiculous bedding, as if we were reporting to Lao Yao.He told Lu Qiaozhen that they went to the second floor, and led me across a small patio, a room on the left corner, and pointed to the upper bunk of the innermost bunk bed and said, "You live here." I was a little lucky to have the only window in the house, but soon found out.This window opened to Baita Street, and for safety reasons, it was sealed with wooden strips from the outside.This night, the sky never dawned, and we didn't even know when it was.

Zhao Xiaolan, who lives in my lower bunk, is from the Department of Mathematics and came three days earlier than me.She took me to the toilet and the restaurant just a short distance away; on the right side of the small patio is a row of bathrooms covered by wooden boards, divided into eight small rooms, and there is a wooden frame on the concrete floor for the washbasin.Walking towards the door, there is a huge raised iron pot. Every morning when the door opens, a waterman will carry water from Shuiximen to fill it up to 70%. Coal is burned under the pot, and we take the washbasin and walk up the small stone steps to scoop water.

Our room is the last choice in the whole dormitory (if you can choose), the upper and lower wooden beds are quite thin, the school moved here in a hurry, and the carpenters in the city are too busy to make desks, chairs and beds, but it is good for boys and girls Received many privileges.We're both skinny, but the bed rocks a little when we roll over or get up and down.There is no railing on the upper bunk, and I am always afraid that I will fall down in the middle of the night.One night in the middle of the night, I suddenly found that the bed had been trembling slightly for a long time.So I asked down, "Can't you sleep too?" Zhao Xiaolan said, "I hear you crying under the blanket every night, and I miss home too..." From then on, she and I had a feeling of being dependent on each other.After eating a bowl of vegetables and soup in the dormitory for dinner every day, we went to Baita Street, turned Shaanxi Street, and went to County Street for an "exploration" to find some snacks that can fill us up.On rainy days, people hold an umbrella to support each other and walk. The stone-paved road is slippery all year round. The corner of the street is Shuiximen. From early morning to sunset, countless people carry water from the Dadu River, and the wooden barrels at both ends of the pole shake. About one-third of it was poured on the gravel road in various pools.

The first day of class was led by Lu Qiaozhen, a second-year student in the Department of Economics.The School of Grammar holds classes in the Confucian Temple, and the General Library is also in the Confucian Temple.Wuhan University was the university that brought out the most books when it moved to the back of the school, and it was quite proud of it.For the next four years, most of our textbooks were lent out by the class representatives and assigned to students to copy some before going to class.So when we came out of the Confucian Temple, everyone went to buy a notebook first. From the left side of the Yuemitang stone steps in front of the Confucian Temple Gate, go up to Dingdong Street, go to Fu Street, Ziyun Street, and walk for a long time before arriving at Jialemen Street to find the sales office of Jiale Paper Factory.I will never forget the first sight I saw when I entered the door. It was like a paradise in a paradise... On the spacious flat cabinet and on the wooden lattice shelves surrounding the walls, there are all kinds of books with elegant and clean covers, of all sizes. , light blue, lake green, white butterfly, goose yellow..., the thick books are juxtaposed, presenting the colors seen in life's dreams!

The Jiale paper, which is famous in the rear of the country, has thousands of appearances, from the calligraphy collection to the rice paper.The notebooks used by students are all works of art, which are made by delicate hands, soaking bamboo and wood from the Emei Mountain system in the Minjiang River flowing at the foot of the Leshan Giant Buddha in Jiading.Hundreds of years later, the fragrance is still on the paper, says a museum expert.How lucky I am to remember the mountain city where I lived for three years from such a starting point. Coming out of Jiale Paper Factory, they took me to Xiaogongzui through the stone steps under Anlan Gate to see the turbulent torrent at the confluence of Minjiang River and Dadu River.That

The grandeur and openness left me with a far better impression than the world-famous Great Buddha built in the Tang Dynasty from 713 to 80 AD.Due to its historical and tourist value, Leshan City was "modernized" beyond recognition after the Cultural Revolution.