In a dream.

I was standing in the dark corridor again, only this time it was much more real than the last time.

The dark corridor is flanked by brick walls and no windows, but it doesn't feel a bit of humidity and stuffiness here, but a gust of wind makes my heart palpitate.

I could see dim lights all around, old light bulbs, flickering with a dim glow. My body was out of my control, and I was moving forward slowly, step by step, but without the touch of my feet. It makes me feel more like I'm attached to someone else, a bystander.

"I" walked slowly in the corridor, and my shoes knocked on the bricks of the corridor, making a dull sound. I don't know how long I walked, my vision gradually blurred, but the "I" was still walking forward, I saw his back: it was a man of nearly 180, wearing an old-fashioned military uniform, but as my vision blurred, I couldn't really see what it was from that era, my vision became more and more blurred, and his figure gradually disappeared into the darkness of the corridor......

The alarm goes off again. I got up and turned off the alarm, and my head was splitting. I had only slept for four hours, my eyes were blue, my hair was unkempt, and my sisters in the bed also got up at this time, looked at my appearance, and quipped: "Hey, Luohe, why did you go last night to cause this virtue?"

Of course I wouldn't tell her what I was going to do, first of all, I wouldn't tell her about the shame of being locked upstairs and crying like a dog.

"It's nothing, it's just that I read the novel a little late yesterday," I smiled perfunctorily, trying to look tired.

"Oh, that's it, go to bed early in the future, don't look too late, it's not good for your skin," she said with concern.

"Well, I know," I smiled at her, and quickly climbed out of bed, and went out to wash my hair with a basin and thermos, I didn't want to go to class with a chicken coop.

After washing up, I felt a little more energetic, went back to the dormitory to clean up briefly, and then prepared for breakfast.

At breakfast, I was so sleepy that I almost stuffed bread into my nose, and my roommates looked at me with strange eyes, but they tacitly didn't ask, and I often ran out to play games in Internet cafes in my freshman year, and I didn't like to play much in my sophomore year, and I guess they thought I was "back to my old job" again. That's fine, I don't bother to explain anyway, just let it be.

After breakfast, I went to the dorm aunt alone, after all, I had to explain to her why I went. After a few words of ink, my aunt warned me not to come back so late, and the matter was finally over.

It's Thursday, and I'm the only one who has an elective class in the morning, and my roommates are catching up on sleep in the dorm. I had to reluctantly embark on the journey to class. Actually, it's not that I don't like this class, the name of this class is "Archaeological Exploration and Discovery", I was particularly interested in this name at the time, and there are not many people to choose, so I don't need to grab a seat at all, I decisively chose this course. As a result, I was very disappointed after the class: because this class was an online class, the teacher didn't have to lecture at all, just watch the video. The result is an old man over half a hundred years old, with a hairstyle from the central support area, watching more than a dozen of us watch boring videos on a certain education channel, sometimes some of them are of interest to me, and I still cheer up to take a look, but most of them are when we are drowsy under the podium, and the old man is drowsy on the podium.

The class I chose was about to finish with tears in my eyes, and I sighed silently in my heart while dragging my heavy steps towards the classroom.

As soon as I walked to the door of the classroom, there was an unconventional noise in the classroom, and the door was full of people. What is going on? I quickened my pace and walked over, full of doubts.

As soon as I got to the door, I heard someone chattering:

"Hey, what kind of teacher is this? Why have you never seen ......?"

"I don't know, is it new?"

"I think it's new, right? I remember this lesson was taught by an old man."

"Oh, it's so handsome, I knew I would have chosen this elective......"

I looked up at the door number: 101. That's right, it's the classroom where we teach.

"Classmates let go, classmates let ......"

I yelled and squeezed in, and finally squeezed into the classroom and saw the person who caused the commotion.

It was a slender boy, wearing a black shirt on the upper body, black pants and shoes on the lower body, he didn't look very old, not much different from us, with short hair of the right length, wearing a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, with a fair face, and his facial features were the same as axe and knife, and he had a strong sense of three-dimensionality. Despite the loud chatter and enthusiastic gaze around him, he sat calmly on the podium, leaning back in his chair, holding a book in his hand, and watching intently, as if all the commotion had nothing to do with him. The best thing to look at is his hands, holding the book with crooked fingers as if carved from white marble, clean and without blemishes.

I was stunned, and ran to the door of the class again to look at the door number, 101, that's right, isn't Lao Tzu dreaming? What's the situation? How did the old man become a beautiful boy? When I looked at the door number, he finally raised his head, and his delicate chin once again fascinated a group of girls. He stood up and said to the crowd at the door: "Students, if you are students in this class of archaeological exploration and discovery, please go to your seats immediately, and the other students please leave as soon as possible, we are going to start the class." His voice was not the kind of soft sissy sound, but it was also somewhat inconsistent with his gentle face, a little cold and hard, and low.

Listening to his voice, the noise at the door gradually faded away, and I silently walked to the last row - my royal throne, where I often hid and read all kinds of novels and books, and the books I liked to read were also very miscellaneous, and this elective class was often the best choice for me to read, because everyone was asleep, and it was very quiet.

Putting down his bag, he pulled out a book and placed it on the table.

At this time, the people at the door also dispersed, and there were still more than a dozen people in the classroom, but today these dozen people were in good spirits, not sleepy at all, and even had a feeling of happiness. I couldn't help but shake my head, thinking to myself: The lethality of a handsome guy is great.

At this time, Teacher Qingxiu, who was standing on the podium, spoke again, her voice was still cold and low: "Let me introduce myself, my name is Ling Wen, I am the teacher of your elective courses, the way of teaching remains the same, I don't have any requirements for you, just be quiet." With that, he turned around and wrote the word "Ling Wen" on the blackboard - a beautiful face.

After writing, I turned on the boring video, sat on the podium and continued to read. I secretly scolded myself: I thought I could teach something real, so I lowered my head and read the book.

I've been preferring archaeology books lately, so I've been holding a copy of "Encyclopedia of China: Archaeology Volume" all day long.

Before I knew it, a class had passed, and the girls who were originally interested in Teacher Qingxiu gradually began to feel sleepy. People are like this, the freshness has passed, no matter how beautiful and talented you are, there is no longer the original amazing. As the bell rang for the end of class, most of the people in the classroom "lay down", I stretched my waist and glanced at Teacher Ling Wen on the podium: he still maintained the movement of reading a book, looking intently, like a statue, not moving at all. Immediately I became interested: What kind of book is this guy reading? So interesting?

Then I looked at the book he was holding in his jade-like hand, because he was holding it relatively low, and it took me so much effort that I almost broke my neck to see the cover of the book—the dark blue cover was a little shabby, and at first glance it was an old book, and in the upper right corner of the cover were five white words: Feast of the Devils. What kind of book is this? I pulled out my phone, searched for the title, and I got the results right away.

"The Devil's Feast" is a novel describing the dark and bloody history of Unit 731, written by the famous Japanese novelist Seiichi Morimura and published in 1983, this is a non-fiction novel.

Could it be that he was also interested in history? I wondered and decided to put this book on my list.