Chapter 81 Mid-Autumn Festival Extra Story: Things from the Past
Chapter 81 Mid-Autumn Festival Extra Events from the Past
[——] I often recall my short life, especially late at night when everything is quiet. I ruminate on the past from my not-so-rich experiences, and I taste some flavors that I didn’t realize when I was scribbling through the day.
Since he was a child, he has been a "mediocre good student". His grades are better than those of his classmates, but not good enough; he is willing to listen to the teacher, but not completely obedient; he is sometimes self-disciplined, but rarely lasts long.
Like most people who are stuck in the middle, it is difficult to achieve upwards, and his meager talent makes him unwilling to accept the status quo. He wastes time with intermittent efforts, creating the illusion of occasionally getting out of embarrassing situations.
Of course, it is no surprise that he performed at a mediocre to lower level in the exam that determines his life, and he walked towards the point of choosing his future in a daze.
Then the accident happened as expected. Among the many tangled choices, a medical school with a very official name appeared, which incomprehensibly matched his score line. He even had a lot of money. He stated his graduation destination and directly joined the job.
Home less than five minutes away from the unit.
With the blind recognition of the medical profession from my family, and a little bit of my own yearning for literary and artistic creation, this school I had never heard of before went all the way to the top of the priority list.
Looking back, [——] I still haven’t figured out why I put several obviously better luck options at the back of the list, so I chose it without hesitation.
By the time this question first surfaced from the depths of his mind, he was already sitting in the back seat of the car on his way to registration, leaning on the rolled quilt. In the document bag was the admission notice sent two months ago.
To be honest, his first impression of this school came from the ivy-covered walls. Outside the school gate, you can see the entire green face of the square building. The intertwined broad leaves cover the exterior wall of an indescribable style, making this place
The construction age is even more difficult to judge.
It is like the old-fashioned teaching building that was popular at the end of the last century, but on the side facing the square with lush flowers and trees, a bold structure in a geometric modern style is designed, as well as a row of large glass sliding doors.
[——] Go around the boulder with the school motto engraved in running script and enjoy the shadows cast by the buildings along the edge of the square. It seems that because of the large number of plants, you can still feel the refreshing coolness in the hot months.
The stone steps in front of the building have undergone visible repairs and were smoothed and polished with cement. Later, they cracked and shattered again during long-term use. Brand new cement was promptly added. Because the color was different from the original, it looked a bit awkward and unsightly.
After staying in the school for several days, he saw from the lackluster official information that the school's history was nearly a hundred years old, and there was no way to trace it back.
The photos were black and white or simply colored, with unclear faces and people in different costumes standing in front of the school gate with changing plaques. The school scene could not be seen in the background. No one could tell whether these buildings were torn down and rebuilt over a long period of time, or whether
Repeated application of cement and dense climbing plants have obscured the original appearance.
As for the first impression, this place gives [——] a very good feeling.
The ivy is his favorite plant, especially the large ivy. The lush vines that climb to the end of the high eaves hang upside down, with many thin branches and new leaves, and are as plump as green stalactites growing on the building.
Great, he thought, I just want to come here. [——] I was so fascinated by these green buildings that I missed the fountain in the square that was only open for half a day every year during the New Year celebrations. I haven't seen it since several years.
Have another chance to see it.
Perhaps out of a love-for-all mentality, he developed an astonishing enthusiasm for learning professional courses. He rushed between different floors of the building day and night to get to the classrooms for elective courses.
Even though I later heard that these courses were actually useless except for earning credits, there were still special notebooks transcribing some drowsy contents.
The busy days made him quickly become familiar with the school, and of course this familiarity also included those buildings whose age could not be determined.
They are actually a square shape with a small open-air garden cut out in the middle. The wooden benches where moss and fungi grow are unnoticed. The four sides are fully and effectively used. Offices, teaching and experiments all have the same appearance.
parallel in each building.
The two adjacent buildings are named after the word "real", each with its own character. For convenience, they are usually called A and B. Compared to Building B, which has no curriculum, Building A, which offers elective courses, is more familiar.
Building A is also where the offices of the teaching groups of anatomy, pathology, medicine and surgery are located, and the rest is reserved for large classrooms and teaching laboratories. As a freshman, a few experimental classes and weekly evening classes are held here.
After every evening class, his high enthusiasm for learning made him never miss the opportunity to communicate with the teacher, and the young teacher was happy to answer him. He benefited a lot from the inspiring teaching, and sometimes he forgot the time and noticed
All the other students had left, leaving the large classroom on the second floor empty.
Thanks to this move, when he was summarizing lecture notes alone, unknowingly, after nine o'clock, the alarm clock sounded to remind the library that it was about to close, but the lights in the large classroom were still on.
"Oh?" [——] raised his wrist and glanced at his watch. This place is too remote, and even the closing bell that can ring throughout the square cannot reach it. The classmates and teachers in class have also left for a long time. He spent a rare period of time.
of quiet time.
There is no need to go to the library to fight for tables with pairs of "self-study" people, and there is no need to go back to the dormitory to discuss the volume problem with roommates who prefer stereos to headphones. It is more comfortable than going to the animal room and sharing a room with rats. After nine o'clock
It's not closed yet.
He realized that he might have discovered a school bug, a perfect self-study classroom that only one person knew was not turned off at night.
This idea excited [——]. In the next few days, the night study position was completely moved here, and the alarm clock was pushed back by at least two hours.
Every night after everyone left, he turned off all the extra lights in the large classroom, leaving only one. He enjoyed this paradise to himself in the empty building.
Under the last light in the classroom, he sometimes feels that he is on an isolated island in the sea, far away from the whole world, and no one can disturb him from wandering in the professional knowledge that he is willing to invest his whole life.
The coolness of the night gave him a clear mind, and Ning Hezhong's thinking efficiency was greatly improved. He turned over page after page of "Systematic Anatomy", and those obscure and awkward nouns and the positional relationships described in words were engraved in his mind, just like the proverbs carved in
The school motto is as solid as stone.
He experienced the joy of answering tricky questions without thinking, and the joy of getting top grades. But more than ever, he experienced the joy of acquiring knowledge itself.
Under the solitary lamp, the time he stayed was increasing day by day, and the pages of the book were increasing simultaneously. There were times when his eyes moved away from the large text, and his mind was running inertly, still reading something silently.
Overall everything is going great, except for a minor issue that occurred recently.
This piece of pure land was actually not as quiet as he imagined. Everything was quiet. If he stopped writing, closed his eyes and took a nap, and his breathing could not be heard, the "noise" covered by the noise during the day would become obvious.
Although it is small enough to be drowned out by the sound of a pen scratching across a notebook, its intermittent presence is still noticeable and makes it jarring in the quiet night.
At first he thought it was tinnitus or auditory hallucinations caused by being in a silent environment for too long, and tried to get rid of it by reciting it softly.
However, after attracting attention, the noise can no longer be ignored. [——] will subconsciously look for its existence and identify the location of the sound source. After a few days, he has become quite sensitive to it, and he vaguely feels that it is coming from
The sound of hard objects rubbing against each other came from downstairs.
This location on the first floor is not a large classroom, but a room with a large iron door. He must have heard someone tell him what kind of teacher's territory it is. There are so many teachers in this building that he can't remember which one it is.
of class.
He often saw animals taken out from the animal room on the playground and sent to the first floor. In addition to entering the teaching laboratory for students to practice, it was not impossible for them to be used in teachers' projects.
Anyone who has been to the animal room knows how noisy white rats and mice can be. Those noises can be the cute little rats eating small cylindrical feed. Considering that they don’t have much time to continue to make noises, compared with some rodents that have a short life.
It's ridiculous, but it's definitely not because he is the "illegal occupier" here and he feels guilty.
It wasn't a big deal after he got used to it, and that kind of noise became his companion during self-study. Every night between writing, he imagined that there were a group of small animals downstairs to stay up late with him.
The relatively irritable white mouse, the relatively docile rat. Just knowing the existence of other creatures makes the loneliness somewhat relieved, so that I have to listen to that voice every night when I go back.
After realizing its existence, the large room on the first floor that had no sense of existence in the past gradually came into view. He took a long detour and went out from the corridor on the other side to observe along the way.
Unlike other classrooms or laboratories, this room has fewer windows and more sets of exhaust fans. The room is designed to be independent from the building and become its own entity.
Looking back on the months I spent in and out of this building, I never saw the big iron door being opened or anyone coming in or out.
This question has always stayed in the bottom of my heart. [——] continued to enjoy his evening self-study with very little noise, and occasionally wondered why it was intermittent. Could it be that experimental animals also make intermittent noises?
By the time the final exam was over, he had not thought about these things clearly, and he had not met the teacher who managed that room.
The day before the holiday, [——] went to find a familiar instructor to fill out an application for staying in school. A printer malfunction forced the two of them to go downstairs to find the printing room. They happened to pass by the first floor. He thought of this and raised the question that had troubled him for most of the time.
questions during the semester, and talked about the small murmurs at night.
"So which teacher does this room belong to?"
The instructor looked at the room with a more puzzled expression than he did, "You can also say he is a teacher..."
In the end, [——] failed to get the application form for staying in school and did not get an answer. After a five-minute phone call, the instructor warned him not to do such a waste of electricity in the future and to go home immediately.
As for knowing who the teacher was in the room, it happened later during the "Local Anatomy" experimental class.
He would rather wishfully believe that it was the intermittent muttering noise made by the poorly operating exhaust fan blades. After being blocked by the walls, it sounded like teeth grinding on a hard object.