1985, the year of the great writer, began with Infernal Affairs!

He Chongshan was too lazy to refute this logic.

After a while, ticket checking began.

The crowd surged toward the ticket gate. He Chongshan protected his daughter and slowly moved forward with the flow of people. The ticket inspector used pliers to punch holes. After passing through the ticket gate, they reached the platform.

The train was already there, with green carriages and a sign on the front that read "Kyoto - Wuchang".

They found their carriages; He Chongshan had the upper berth, and He Jinqiu had the middle berth. After putting away their luggage, the two sat down on small chairs by the aisle.

The train slowly started moving.

He Jinqiu took out a notebook from her bag. The light blue kraft paper cover was a bit old, but it was very clean.

She opened it; it was filled with notes—class notes, reading notes, and some scattered sentences.

She turned to a new page, picked up her pen, and wrote:

"On September 7, 1985, I went to Wuhan with my father to meet Xie Lu, the author of Infernal Affairs."

After she finished writing, she looked at the line of text and couldn't help but smile.

He Chongshan, who was standing nearby, saw this and asked, "What are you laughing at?"

"I'm so happy! When I see Xie Lu, I'm going to get his autograph in this notebook and take it back to school. They'll be so envious!"

As she spoke, her eyes shone, and her face was filled with the longing and pride unique to young girls.

He Chongshan looked at his daughter, and his heart skipped a beat again.

This girl seems to really care.

He suddenly felt a little regretful.

Maybe I shouldn't have agreed to bring her.

What if, what if we really hit it off?

But then I thought again, it didn't seem that bad.

Although Xie Lu is very talented, he comes from a rural background and is very different from his daughter. If they meet and chat for a few minutes, they will probably find that they are not on the same wavelength.

Moreover, Xie Lu is only a freshman in college, and his mind should be focused on his studies, so he wouldn't be thinking about those things.

Thinking about it this way, He Chongshan felt a little more at ease.

the other side.

Wuhan University.

As soon as it got light, the dormitory building became lively.

Xie Lu was fast asleep when he was woken up by a shaking.

He opened his eyes, and Chen Xiangdong's large face was close to the edge of the bed.

"Fourth brother, get up." Chen Xiangdong's voice was still sleepy, but he was very energetic. "We have to meet at eight o'clock this morning."

Xie Lu looked out the window; it was already bright outside, but he estimated it was only 7:30.

He sat up and rubbed his eyes.

On the opposite bunk, Zhou Wenbin had already gotten up and was folding his quilt carefully, making sure the edges were aligned perfectly.

Chu Yunfei, who was on the upper bunk, was still huddled under the covers, with only his head sticking out.

"Second brother, get up." Chen Xiangdong walked over and patted the bedpost.

Chu Yunfei mumbled something and turned over.

"Hurry up." Chen Xiangdong didn't stand on ceremony and directly pulled off the blanket.

Chu Yunfei, shirtless and wearing only his underwear, sat up with a start: "Damn! It's cold!"

"If you're cold, put on some clothes quickly." Chen Xiangdong threw the blanket back.

Xie Lu got out of bed and took out a toothbrush, towel, and soap from the cabinet.

The toothbrush cup is made of enamel, with white background and red lettering that reads "Advanced Production Worker" in large characters.

The towel was a regular white towel, already a bit stiff from washing. The soap was Lighthouse brand, yellow in color, and had an alkaline smell.

Chen Xiangdong and Zhou Wenbin also got their toiletries. Chu Yunfei dawdled for a while before slowly getting out of bed.

The four of them left the dormitory and headed towards the water room.

The corridor was bustling with activity. The doors to all the dormitories were open, and freshmen were coming and going. Some were only wearing tank tops and shorts, while others were already dressed in full gear. The sounds of talking, laughter, and footsteps blended together.

The water room was at the end of the corridor. It was a large room with cement sinks on both sides, a long row of them. The faucets were old-fashioned and made a creaking sound when turned on. Several mirrors hung on the wall, but they were already somewhat blurry.

It was peak time for washing up, and the sinks were crowded with people brushing their teeth, washing their faces, and shaving.

According to Xie Lv's habit, he must run a water tank before washing up.

The toilets were right next to the water room, also a long row, with no doors, only waist-high partitions. The toilet stalls were made of cement, and the water was flushed from the overhead tank. You pulled a rope and there was a whooshing sound.

Xie Lu walked up to a pit and just unzipped his pants.

As soon as I stood still, someone came up to me.

It was Chu Yunfei.

He deliberately stood next to Xie Lu, unzipped his pants, and then turned his head to glance at Xie Lu.

Xie ignored him.

Chu Yunfei glanced at it again, a mischievous smile playing on his lips.

Xie Lu's face darkened: "What are you looking at?"

"What's wrong with looking? They're all men, what's there to be afraid of looking at?"

"Get lost," Xie Lu said with a laugh.

Chu Yunfei chuckled. He finished, shook himself off, fastened his pants, and went out first.

Xie Lu finished and walked to the sink.

Chen Xiangdong and Zhou Wenbin were already brushing their teeth.

Chu Yunfei leaned over and squeezed next to Xie Lu. He turned on the tap, and the water gushed out. He rinsed his mouth first, then started brushing his teeth. Halfway through, he mumbled, "Fourth Brother, the ending you guessed last night seems more and more likely to me the more I think about it."

"What's the ending?"

"It's like Infernal Affairs," Chu Yunfei spat out the foam. "Fourth Brother said that Lau Kin-ming might cooperate with Chan Wing-yan."

Chen Xiangdong thought for a moment: "It's possible, but I think the author probably wouldn't write it that way; it's too idealistic."

"How is it ideal?" Chu Yunfei retorted, "Both of them have something on each other, so cooperation is a win-win situation."

"But if Han Chen is dead, is Liu Jianming safe? He did so many things for Han Chen, surely the police can find out?"

The two started arguing again.

Attorney Xie was not involved.

After brushing his teeth, he started washing his face. The water was very cold, and when it hit his face, he immediately felt refreshed.

He rubbed his hands with soap, lathered it on his face, rinsed it off, and dried them with a towel.

Zhou Wenbin said in a low voice, "I think what Attorney Xie said makes sense, but only the author knows what the author is thinking."

Chu Yunfei spat out a mouthful of foam: "It's a pity I don't know who the author is, otherwise I would really like to ask."

Xie hung up the towel without saying a word.

After washing up, the four of them returned to their dormitory.

Chu Yunfei took out a bottle of hair oil from the cabinet, rubbed his hair in front of the mirror until it was shiny, combed it into a side part, and then changed into a plaid shirt, bell-bottoms, and black leather shoes, making him look like a hooligan.

Chen Xiangdong frowned as he looked at it, but said nothing.

Xie Lu was wearing an ordinary white shirt, gray trousers, and canvas shoes.

At 10:50, the four of them went downstairs.

There were already quite a few people standing next to the dormitory building, all of them freshmen, both boys and girls.

People stood in twos and threes, looking each other over and chatting quietly. Some looked quite reserved, while others were already very familiar with each other.

Xie Lu glanced around and saw that there were about thirty people. Their Chinese Literature Department Class 2 had a total of forty people, and almost all of them had arrived.

In the crowd, he saw many familiar faces; these were his classmates from four years in his previous life.

Some of these people later became writers like him, some became teachers, some went to work in government agencies, and some went south to do business.

However, they are still young and their faces still show signs of immaturity.