Sitting in the middle of the conference room on the second floor, Zhang Yue is on the left, Sun Tian is on the right, Wang Xiang is in the front, and Wu Zhen is in the back.

The door on the right is the only place to communicate with the outside world, and the hallway is still lit up, and the indoor light is reflected in the hallway to illuminate a corner in front of the door.

On the left, a local professor in his fifties Zhang Qigang gave them a detailed introduction to Jingshan Congfeng. Build. King. A series of major events that have taken place since the founding of the DPRK. In the big historical era, Zhu Jia learned from history books I don't know how many times.

The old professor sat in a chair and gave a detailed account of the magnificent history of five years in the unit of days.

Six-year-old Siming, who sat in the back row, let out several cries that caused a chuckle, but soon they turned their attention to the PPT again.

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Time flies, Zhu Jia seems to have returned to the summer when he first came to this university's first medical English class, the rain outside the window was dripping, he saw a layer of dark clouds shrouded in the more than 50-story building in the distance through the glass, the farther he looked, the lower the black cloud pressure, he had just been hit by a heat wave outside during the recess, and now it is estimated that the whole world is even more stuffy.

However, he didn't feel that the cold air in the classroom was blowing from above, and he lowered his body from the cold, and he sat in the third row of the column on the left side of the classroom, looking sideways at the back, a group of strange classmates who had never met.

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He didn't expect that this moment had come to an end, and it was already the morning of July 8, and the university sent all their graduates out of campus early on June 23.

He cherishes that after graduation, the teachers can still take them out to learn and communicate.

Zhang Yue remembered that Zhu Jia said to him not long ago, even if I graduated from this place now, as a young man who has been branded with traces of failure, it has been. Above. She still remembers that one night in March, he chatted impassionedly with himself from 8 o'clock to more than 10 o'clock, and used several examples to tell that he could not see the future without a doctorate.

By the time of the graduation internship, she had already understood that what he said was wrong, whether it was the treatment or the views of the colleagues around you, it was completely different, she often sat alone in a newly renovated office a few days ago, and many colleagues were looking for a PI who was blocked and independent around the room, and a young female doctoral supervisor said to PI in a joking tone before leaving: If you become a doctoral supervisor in the future, you will definitely not arrange your doctor like this.

She often sits here alone, and sometimes the only thing she says all day is when she orders food in the cafeteria on the basement floor.

She remembers that when she was in school, she didn't even have to say anything when ordering food, maybe she came to a place where even the technology was not very advanced, and she could say a word a day.

"When I came, Lao Zhao said that summer here is suitable for summer vacation, I don't believe it, I just saw Shanghai, and now it's 32 degrees." She looked at Zhu Jia in front of the windowsill and said.

Zhu Jia remembered that at noon that day, the whole family next to the diagonal line of the Hongcao Road subway station happened to have a power outage, and he walked alone for more than 20 minutes to the Normal University. Thin shirts.

"You see, the windows are only ajar." Zhu Jia replied. Through the width of more than ten centimeters, the wind outside blew on his body and carried some drizzle splashed by the moderate rain on the windowsill, he stretched out his hand, his arm was cool, and it was still a little cold later.

"You're pretty good at playing." Zhang Yue smiled, and the window reflected that she was quite a. Woman. Person. bit of the side of the face.

When Zhu Jia looked back at her again, he only saw that the corner of Zhang Yue's clothes had just disappeared into the corner on the right ten meters away. Over there, by the window, Sun Tian and Teacher Zhao were chatting with Professor Zhang Qigang about some things about playing here.

He looked at a cliff less than two meters apart outside the window sill, the gurgling water rolled down with the rock wall quickly, he suddenly wanted to see how high the mountain rock was, he couldn't help but get close to the window, between the mountain rock and the building, revealing more than ten centimeters of sky, the dark clouds quickly drifted towards the back of the building, the sun illuminated the top of the cliff through the dark clouds, and a cluster of creepers fell from the top of the mountain to the cliff with a 45-degree perspective like wicker.