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

Zhou Wenbin was the last one.

He stood up, adjusted his glasses, and said softly, "Zhou Wenbin, from Nanchang, Jiangxi. I like literature and want to...want to write my own things. I want to be a writer and publish my own works in the future."

After he finished speaking, his face turned red, and he quickly sat down.

All the students have finished their introductions.

Wang Zhiguo stood on the podium, looking at the forty young faces below.

"That's great! Everyone shared their thoughts. Some wanted to be teachers, some wanted to be writers, some wanted to be in a relationship..."

Another soft laugh rang out in the classroom.

"Whatever the idea, it's good."

Wang Zhiguo continued, "The four years of university are the most precious time of your lives."

Here, you will learn knowledge, make friends, and develop your own insights.

I hope that four years from now, when you leave Wuhan University, you will all have become better people.

He turned around, picked up the chalk again, and wrote four words on the blackboard:

"Clarity, Sincerity, and Perseverance"

After he finished writing, he pointed to the four characters: "This is the motto of our Wuhan University."

Ming means to understand principles and the ways of things.

Sincerity means being honest and treating others with sincerity.

Hong means grand and broad-minded.

"Yi" means perseverance and unwavering commitment.

"I hope everyone remembers these four words, and strives to be honest, upright, and resolute, not only in their studies but also in their conduct."

The classroom was quiet; everyone was looking at the words on the blackboard and at the bald, middle-aged teacher.

Sunlight streamed in through the window, illuminating the blackboard, the chalk writing, and Wang Zhiguo's slightly plump figure.

Xie Lu was somewhat moved as he watched this scene.

In his past life, he sat here, listening to the same words.

Back then, he was still an ignorant rural boy, filled with both anticipation and uncertainty about university and the future.

It was Wang Zhiguo, it was Wuhan University, and it was these four years that shaped him.

Now, he's back.

Carrying memories of a past life, and with a clearer goal.

He wants to cherish these four years.

Not only do we need to study and write, but we also need to do many other things.

"Alright." Wang Zhiguo clapped his hands. "That's all for today. Tomorrow morning at nine o'clock, in the same classroom, we'll have a class meeting, elect class officers, and distribute the class schedule. Everyone remember to be on time."

He paused for a moment, then said, "If you have any problems with the dormitory or any difficulties in your life, you can come to me."

My office is room 306 on the third floor of the School of Humanities building; I'm usually there.

The students began to get up and pack their things.

Chu Yunfei leaned close to Xie Lu's ear and whispered, "This Teacher Wang is quite interesting."

"What's wrong?" Xie asked.

"He looks very polite, but he's very interesting to talk to, unlike some teachers who just recite scriptures."

Xie Lu smiled but didn't respond.

The four of them followed the flow of people out of the classroom.

The corridor was bustling with activity as students from all classes walked out.

Stepping out of the School of Arts building, the sun was shining brightly.

The sycamore trees rustled in the wind, and in the distance, Luojia Mountain was lush and green, appearing exceptionally verdant under the blue sky.

Chu Yunfei stretched and said, "Alright, we're free this morning. Where should we go?"

"Let's go back to the dorm," Chen Xiangdong said. "I still need to pack my things."

"That's boring," Chu Yunfei said. "You've come all the way to Wuhan, aren't you going to do anything to explore?"

"What are we going to do?" Zhou Wenbin asked in a low voice.

"Let's go to Hankou! Jianghan Road and the People's Park are so lively."

Xie Lu shook his head: "I have things to do tomorrow, so let's just walk around the school today and get familiar with the environment."

"Okay," Chu Yunfei conceded. "Then let's take a walk around the school. I heard Wuhan University has a cherry blossom garden. Although there are no cherry blossoms now, it should still be quite beautiful."

The four of them strolled slowly along the cherry blossom avenue.

I encountered many new students on the way, all in twos and threes, getting familiar with the campus.

Some people were holding maps, while others were following their seniors.

Occasionally, upperclassmen would ride by on bicycles, their bells ringing loudly.

The four of them strolled slowly along the cherry blossom avenue.

It was a little past nine in the morning, and sunlight filtered through the gaps in the sycamore leaves, casting dappled shadows on the ground.

Chen Xiangdong walked at the front, taking large strides, as if he were in a hurry.

Zhou Wenbin followed beside him, his eyes darting around, occasionally adjusting his glasses as if trying to memorize everything.

Chu Yunfei was in the middle, his hands in his bell-bottom pockets, swaying with every step he took, humming a song—Teresa Teng's "Tian Mi Mi"—but he really didn't have any musical talent, singing terribly off-key.

Xie Lu walked at the back, his pace neither hurried nor slow.

When I got near the plum garden, a girl was asking me for directions.

The girl was carrying a canvas bag, had her hair in a ponytail, and was wearing a light pink polyester shirt, dark blue trousers, and white sneakers.

She stopped a passing girl and they were talking.

Chu Yunfei saw it first.

His eyes lit up, and he slowed his pace.

"Hey, something's up," he whispered, nudging Zhou Wenbin next to him with his elbow.

Zhou Wenbin pushed up his glasses, glanced at it, and then quickly lowered his head again.

Chen Xiangdong saw it too, but didn't react and continued walking forward.

Xie Lu hadn't paid any attention at first, but after the girl asked for directions, she turned around.

It's Zhao Wanwan.

She also saw Xie Lu, paused for a moment, and then her eyes lit up.

Zhao Wanwan jogged over here, her steps light and quick, her ponytail swaying behind her.

Chu Yunfei saw Zhao Wanwan running towards them, her eyes clearly fixed in their direction, and he immediately became excited.

He quickly stopped and smoothed his hair with his hands. His hair was shiny and perfectly styled with hair oil.

He straightened the collar of his plaid shirt and cleared his throat.

"Fourth brother, quick, take a look at me," he whispered to Xie Lu, his eyes still fixed on Zhao Wanwan as she drew closer. "Is her hair messy? Are her clothes alright?"

Xie Lu glanced at him but didn't say anything.

Chu Yunfei assumed he had tacitly agreed, straightened his back, and put on what he thought was a dashing smile, ready to greet the girl who was "coming at him".

Zhao Wanwan ran even closer.

Ten meters, five meters, three meters...

Chu Yunfei was ready to greet him.

Then Zhao Wanwan walked around him.

It stopped directly in front of Xie Lu.

"Lawyer Xie!" she called out, her voice clear and bright with obvious joy. "What a coincidence!"

Chu Yunfei's smile froze on his face.

His hand was still on his hair, in a somewhat comical pose.

Zhao Wanwan didn't even notice him.

She looked at Xie Lu with a smile on her face, and fine beads of sweat glistened on the tip of her nose in the sunlight.

"Why are you here?"

"I came to find you. There wasn't much going on at East China Normal University today, so I just wanted to come and take a look. But Wuhan University is so big, I got lost. I was just asking for directions."

As she spoke, she took a small cloth bag out of her canvas bag: "Here, take this. It's chili sauce my mom made. She forgot to take it out on the train. Take it back and try it."

Xie Lu opened it and took a look. Inside was a glass bottle filled with bright red chili sauce, glistening with oil.