Under the eaves of the ancient palace with blue tiles and white walls: the 2018 Hospital/Medical College Science and Technology Quantity (STEM) Conference.

She stood outside the fence and took two photos, and deliberately took some photos of the shape of the building, the cement wall., inserted, the iron fence every one meter of the shape of the protrusion blocked the dark blue curtain on the word ke, that is, her height of more than seven, when the cold wind was blowing, she still did not choose to stand on tiptoe.

Just like a moment of reaching out, she already felt that the hand was not her own, the other side. Cooperate. And. Medical. Learn. There is no one in the courtyard, and the overall wall is gray and white, which is very Hutong. Quiet. If you are not familiar with this place, you will still feel that this is not the main entrance of this famous school, and for her, a native of Guangdong who rarely goes out of the province, this place is very different from her hometown.

It's late December, and it's still in full swing next to her unit, which reminds her of what her colleague said: 'This year's Chinese New Year is very early.' ’

Even her black down jacket made her tall height very beautiful, and the tall boy with a dark scarf who came over also looked at her a few more times.

Walking into the hall, this deserted world suddenly became lively, the organizers of the conference were distributed in front of the two rows of long tables on the left and right, there were other guests with badges from various hospitals across the country who had arrived in advance, and there were many people walking in the narrow meeting room, perhaps because the air was full of warmth.

She walked to the long table on the left, and a little brother said in a warm voice: "Hello, this teacher, which unit are you from?" ”

"The First Hospital of Guangyi." She was afraid that the people in front of her would not understand, so she replied in standard Mandarin: "The First Affiliated Hospital of Guangnan Medical University." "She's so young, and some people call her teacher.

"It's Mr. Zhao, right, this is for you, I'll take you to see your seat now." He spoke politely and handed her the agenda, the seating chart, and a large breastplate.

Since she worked, she was a little unaccustomed to someone having such a good attitude towards her, but she still maintained her calm and nodded.

"Follow me." He said.

The auditorium wasn't a big space, and the seats were dark benches that were connected together, and although they were small, she still felt that it was nice for someone to take care of them like this in this distant city.

"The meeting starts at 13:20, you sit in your seat at 12:45, and don't move around then." He reminded the girl who was about to leave with her school bag on her back.

"Okay." She glanced at him sideways, made an OK gesture, and didn't know what impression she had left on this junior graduate student of Xiehe, anyway, when she walked out, she stood in front of the traffic light in front of the Dongdan Post Office again, and the uncle wrapped in a police uniform was still standing in front of the zebra crossing less than two meters wide in the center of the fence on both sides, and said 'pass' to her when the car coming from the front was far away.

It was already 12:06 and she was originally trying to use this time of noon to get around for good. Good. Play. Play. 'From now to 45, a total of 39 minutes, which is almost the time to find a place to eat'.

She suddenly realized that time was pressing, and her steps increased a little more in order to be able to walk around this strange city for a while.

She walked north along Dongdan North Street, and she vaguely remembered that when she looked at the map yesterday, Wangfujing Street was in this area.

A few years ago, when he came to the Chinese New Year, he felt that there were very few people on the deserted streets, but he encountered good weather.

This street is quite lively, there is a large shopping mall on the left, and there is a big road on the right with the majority of alley houses, the overall pattern is very small, but there are still a lot of people, and the female owner who weighed the hot chestnuts just out of the pot in front of the chestnut shop on the right has become fog outside, and it is conceivable that the cold in the air has reached such an extent.

She identified the knife noodles opposite, followed the flow of people through the gap in the bus to the opposite side, looked at the expensive food prices on the wall, ordered a bowl of braised beef noodles, found a place in the crowd and sat down, hugged the schoolbag in her arms and waited for the noodles to be delivered.

She watched the people in the shop, mixed with local accents, as if she had a more exotic experience.

The fifty or sixty-year-old man across from her sat for a few minutes, and the waiter in the store brought him a menu. Insert. The power bank work, and the position in front of her was empty again.