C60 Hangzhou Train Station Was on Record for Seven Years

Cheng Jianjun stood on the square of Hangzhou railway station, a place he would walk for seven years.

This place was filled with his memories. It was filled with his memories of the era.

Cheng Jianjun sat on the flowerbed of the Hangzhou train station, flipping through a thread-bound manga in his hand. This was the seven-year change diagram of the Hangzhou train station that he had hand-drawn. It was the change of the train station from 1990 to 1997.

Cheng Jianjun flipped through the manga. The manga turned into his memories and became the vivid people in his memories.

In 1990, the young man who stood behind him and turned him into an anime.

There was a hawker who rode a tricycle and dragged a popcorn machine through the streets. He had a happy expression on his face, and his face was full of smiles. He had expectations for his future life, and he had expectations for a good life.

The black hand exerted so much force, holding onto the hope that he relied on to survive, and forcefully living on the appearance of his hope. And behind him, there were a few children who were laughing and making noise.

In the square, there was a worker wearing military green clothes and carrying a red and blue woven bag. He held the train ticket tightly in his hand. He did not know where he was going, but it could be seen that he seemed to be at a loss for the future.

Perhaps in his opinion, this was a major decision? A major decision to leave his hometown and go out to work. A stubbornness that refused to be a farmer and wanted to change his fate.

Such stubbornness accompanied confusion and became the appearance of most of the young people in 1990.

Outside the train square, people rode their bikes, waiting for the traffic lights to let them in. Their bicycle baskets might have vegetables, vertical versions, or even 28 bicycle baskets.

Some of these young people were wearing sunglasses, fashionable jeans, sweaters, and dark blue work clothes.

These young men were probably the ones who had settled down in Hangzhou, so their expressions were more composed. However, there were a few who were in a hurry and would frequently look at their watches.

A long line was lined up at the train station's ticket counter.

In the queue, everyone was tightly bound together. Some of them were carrying canvas backpacks, some were carrying fertilizer bags, and some were carrying small bags.

The expressions on their faces were different. Some were anxious, some were happy, some were distressed, and some were very sleepy.

Not far away from the water supply point, there was a water bucket with many faucet stickers. There were red plastic buckets and waste water under the bucket. There was a lady who was pouring hot water. She squatted on the ground and carefully took care of the hot water.

Cheng Jianjun slowly smiled. In 1990, his first year in university. . . At this time, he was carrying a cloth bag. There were only a few pieces of paper and a pencil in the bag.

As Cheng Jianjun flipped to the second page, he saw that this year was Hangzhou Train Station in 1991.

In all seriousness, the old train station in Hangzhou was rebuilt in 1939. In 1906, it was still Qingtai Gate Station, which was being demolished this year. . .

Cheng Jianjun was reluctant to look at the map of the old train station in Hangzhou. He had his memories here. Although it was demolished in 1997, he still could not forget those scenes.

Although it was only a year ago when he was in his second year, the people here had changed mentally. The girls would wear dresses and high heels, and the boys would wear floral shirts and dresses.

Beside them, a blue scooter passed by. Some of the passengers were enjoying the scenery, some of them were chatting happily, and some of the passengers were talking to their friends about their melancholy.

On the stairs of the train station, a girl was carefully copying the lyrics of Qian Long Drama. A few stickers were pasted on her notebook. She was writing seriously, as if there was nothing happier than copying the lyrics.

Some of the children had finished drawing the squares on the ground and jumped up and down with one leg.

And there were still so many people at the train station's ticket counter. It was still crowded.

Cheng Jianjun stroked the Hangzhou train station manga. He slowly smiled. Time flew by.

In 1992, Cheng Jianjun planned to spend this year. When he heard his teacher say that Farewell Princess was being filmed, he bought a train ticket at Hangzhou train station and rushed back to Beijing to see Zhang Guorong.

While waiting for the train, there were people sitting on the platform eating instant noodles, napping in the corner, and people carrying bags to catch the train.

When the green-skinned train arrived, it squeezed the train into a scenic line, climbed in through the window, and squeezed in through the door. Some called for their children to follow quickly, while others carried sacks and jumped from the train's connecting point.

It could be said that there were all sorts of methods, but they were all for the sake of getting on the train.

Cheng Jianjun smiled. Fortunately, he had the opportunity to buy a sleeper ticket that year, and it was the first time he got on a hard sleeper.

In 1994, Cheng Jianjun was preparing to study for his graduate studies. During the time he was preparing for his graduate studies, he often sat in his dorm and read. When he was free, he would take out the train tickets from the past and carefully pasted them on the comic book. He kept the train tickets from 1990 to 1994, as well as this precious memory.

Time flew by. It was already 1997. In these seven years, he had written down the changes in Hangzhou train station and recorded the changes in the people's lives for seven years.

It was like a projector that was placed on the square of the train station in Hangzhou. The surroundings turned dark. Only the projector was turning with a creak. The changes from 1990 to 1997 were displayed on the screen one by one.

Time recorded all kinds of things in life, and time also recorded emotions.

Cheng Jianjun closed the manga book in his hand and carefully put it in his schoolbag. He slowly walked into Shanghai's railway station.

Just as he entered the Shanghai railway station's courtyard, a girl riding a bicycle accidentally bumped into Cheng Jianjun. Almost subconsciously, Cheng Jianjun supported the girl who was about to fall.

The girl looked up in surprise. "Ah! This comrade. . . I'm really sorry. I. . . "

Cheng Jianjun smiled gently, "It's fine. "

"Are you new here?" The girl looked at Cheng Jianjun with a strange expression. This young man looked unfamiliar.

"I. . . " Cheng Jianjun wanted to explain but he heard a young man behind him say something with a smile.

"Don't you know him? He had been in our unit for half a year, but because Beijing Traffic University was on loan, he left the unit for half a year. He just came back. He graduated from Beijing Traffic University, called Cheng Jianjun. " The one who spoke was Huang Lin, the designer of Shanghai's railway department. He graduated from Xian Traffic University.

"Ah. . . I got it. . . So it's you. Hello, comrade. My name is Zhang Yuan. "The girl stretched out her hand, wanting to shake hands with Cheng Jianjun.

Cheng Jianjun looked at this cheerful girl. This clean girl who wore a white dress with red spots on it, this bright smile was very pleasing to the heart.

This was a girl who didn't have an outstanding appearance but made people feel very comfortable. Her clean face had an amiable expression, her ten fingers were long and slender, and her nails were neatly trimmed.

"Hello. . . My name is Cheng Jianjun. " Cheng Jianjun shook hands with Zhang Yuan stiffly.

"Nice to meet you. I am specially hired by your department to translate English documents. I am studying in the same city as you, Beijing Foreign Language College. " Zhang Yuan said proudly.

"Ah, what a great school. Nice to meet you. " Cheng Jianjun replied elegantly.

"We'll meet again in the future. I'll be leaving first. " Zhang Yuan pushed her bicycle and was about to leave, but was stopped by Huang Lin.

"This bicycle is heavy. I'll help you push it. " Huang Lin took the bicycle from Zhang Yuan and turned to look at Cheng Jianjun. At that moment, Huang Lin was sensitive to the fact that Cheng Jianjun would be a threat to him, at least emotionally.

Cheng Jianjun carried his schoolbag and knocked on the door. He walked into Zhang Hong's office and asked, "Section Chief Zhang, can I come in?"

"Ah. . . Xiao Cheng, your teacher is willing to let you go?" Zhang Hong teased.

"Section Chief Zhang, I did not fail the task and officially return to the team. " Cheng Jianjun's words made Zhang Hong laugh.

"Good, good, good. By the way, did you arrange accommodation?" Zhang Hong asked with concern.

"Yes, arranged, Zhang Hong replied. I wanted to come first. You can report here before going to the dormitory. Oh right, this is a gift from the teacher for you. " Cheng Jianjun passed his benefactor, Huang Yu's gift to Zhang Hong.

"Yo, two people, the other one isn't for Elder Zhao, right?" Zhang Hong also knew that Huang Yu and Zhao Cheng were good friends who could talk about anything.

"Yes, Section Chief Zhang. " Cheng Jianjun replied politely.

"Okay, okay, okay. I'll give it to Zhao Cheng. Go and rest first. " Zhang Hong waved his hand. After Cheng Jianjun left the office, Zhang Hong called Huang Yu.

"Hello, Huang, your student is here to report for duty. " Zhang Hong smiles and squints his eyes, "You are really willing to let him come back so quickly?"

"The China Knowledge Network has already been set up, naturally we must let him come back. We can't always borrow from him, right?" Huang Yu's voice sounded somewhat reluctant as he said, "This is the most beautiful among my disciples. You have to protect him well. "

"Protect her? Since when are you so protective of your son?" Zhang Hong teasingly smiles.

"Hey, aren't I a precious talent? Speaking of which, recently, the higher-ups have organized a meeting, saying that they want you to report on the key support technology projects, as well as the talent support plan. How's your arrangement? " Huang Yu asked with concern.

"Zhao Cheng should be handing over the matter regarding Zhang Luo within a month. " Zhang Hong said.

"Good, good, good, good. I'll wait for your good news. Oh, right. I've received news that we're going to start building the railway standard system. Do you have any good ideas?" Huang Yu was a professor at Beijing Traffic University after all, and he was in charge of the compilation and report of the railway quality.

To Huang Yu, not only was he a professor at a university, he was also an employee of the railway department. He was in charge of some research and development.

"Zhao Cheng has been discussing this with me recently. He said that he wants to meet the standards set by the China Standards Committee six years later. I think in a month's time, the plan will emphasize the establishment of the standard system. " Zhang Hong's words made Huang Yu very happy.

"Hahaha. . . Not bad, not bad, not bad. . . . You are right in front of us. Is there a case of laparotomy? " Huang Yu said with certainty.

"There is. I need to improve it a little more. Otherwise, if the document is not handed over properly, wouldn't it be a disgrace to you, Huang?" Zhang Hong said with a smile.

"You can forget about it, it is because you want to bring glory to your Bureau Chief He, right? Good, I will wait for your good news. If there's anything you need my support for this month, call me anytime. " Huang Yu gave a kind support.

"Don't worry, if there's a need, I'll definitely ask you, this big professor, to give me some advice. " Zhang Hong said with a smile.

"You ah, you like to carry people, I am ashamed to accept it. " Huang Yu sighed, "As long as I can help you implement this plan, it will be beneficial for our railway people to quickly conquer the railway technology, I will be satisfied. Old Zhang, we don't have much time left to catch up with the British and American countries. We have to hurry. "

"Don't worry, Old Zhao, and us old railway people won't slack off. Let's work hard together. " Zhang Hong comforted him.

"Let's work hard together. "