The papers were judged on the top floor of an office building outside the university. Almost the tallest of the surrounding buildings, the office building has a more modern glass façade with a traditional cornice-and-wall roof. The building is just across a narrow road from the school's south gate. If you want to see the roof of the building on this road, I am afraid that the hat of the person looking up will fall off. Legend has it that the office building was originally built to be leased to a well-known company, but somehow this plan was shelved, and now it has been converted into graduate offices and activity spaces for various faculties, with very few undergraduates coming in. This is not to say that the building symbolizes a certain level of status or education, but rather that the interior of this seemingly modern building is a mess. When it comes to office makeovers and the placement of tables and chairs, it is almost impossible to find a suitable room. This may have been a major disappointment to the already ambitious heads of faculties, which is why the imposing building is now being used as a miscellaneous use, and in some cases even as a warehouse.

The old professor led them to a room that was finally still heated, and opened the door to enter, where the tables and chairs were covered with a thin layer of dust. A few people separately found newspapers and stiff rags, casually cleaned the four nearby tables, put them together, and wiped a few chairs around the table, which was considered the marking room.

There were three classes, each with about 150 people. For the sake of fairness, they decided that each person would only mark a specific question, and then the paper would be graded in the stream, and finally the total score would be double-checked. They make their own answers, check them for correctness, and then assign questions. After a short discussion, it was time for a mechanical correction process. The room was quiet, except for the sound of flipping through the paper and the stroke of a pen across it.

The one who corrected the paper with them was a boy from the mathematics department. This boy's personality is a bit dull, and he hasn't said a word to Chen Ying or Liang Jing outside of work throughout the semester. Chen Ying or Liang Jing took turns to teach each exercise class, and he was responsible for grading the homework of two classes, and the girl who did not lecture graded the remaining one class. The same is true for this collective verdict. He skillfully swept through each test paper, carefully read the answers to the several questions assigned to him, and then wrote a mark in front of the question number according to the standard of discussion, set it aside, and picked up the next test paper without making a sound in his mouth. He had a shaved head and wore thick, black-rimmed glasses. He usually wears a gray coat and carries a dark blue backpack on his back, silently walking around the campus.

Liang Jing felt that he was mysterious, and at one point had a serious discussion with Chen Ying about his behavior, studying why he chose philosophy as his second major. In winter and summer, he always had a string of black wooden beads wrapped around his left wrist, and the joints of this bracelet were dressed in a tee slightly lighter than the wooden beads, and the ends of the two strings were strung with three small beads made of beeswax on each of the ends. He often used his hands to support his head, and these small beads were swaying around in his hands, which was very conspicuous.

"You say, does he have a girlfriend?" Once, after taking an exercise class, Liang Jing asked Chen Ying. They had just stepped out of the classroom.

Chen Ying shook her head. She has always disliked judging people by their appearance, and she doesn't care about other people's private lives, even so she feels that the distance between the boy in front of her and love is a bit far.

"I heard that he also participated in the activities of the Buddhist community." Liang Jing continued, "Do you want to go and see it? ”

The activities of Buddhist societies are rarely held on campus. Like the Roller Skating Association, they go out a lot, but most of the time they do so in temples near the school or in a secluded library in the philosophy department.

Chen Ying has never considered the world away from the hustle and bustle, although she has passed through many monasteries countless times since she was a child, she has not had the opportunity to enter. She hopes that one day with her own efforts and skills, she can realize her ideals, and she is free to do what she wants and live the life she wants. Although there is no religious part of this life, it cannot stop her young curiosity.

"Wouldn't that be disrespectful?" She said with some concern.

"No, it won't. We can go with him. Liang Jing said with great interest.

The two girls followed the slightly withdrawn boy all the way, dodging along the way. I don't know if he found out if they were not, he just bowed his head and walked forward, and did not look back once. The Philosophy Department building is a small brick building next to the largest lawn on campus. The whole department is a courtyard with the gate facing east, the gray courtyard wall has long been occupied by creepers, and the two white marble stones squatting at the door are full of traces of wind erosion of time. At the entrance of the courtyard, there are no hanging flower doors with blue and green lines painted in large households, and some only have rows of gray tiles covered by red-painted beams. The vermilion gate was adorned with a pair of iron rings of black oil, titled by a pair of beasts. The plaque hanging on the door screen prominently reads "Department of Philosophy" in black lines. The threshold beneath his feet was covered with a golden shell, the edges of which had been smoothed out, revealing the true color of metal.

The door is closed. Although the two girls were not freshmen, it was the first time they had come here, and the two walked around the courtyard wall a few times, and no one dared to step forward and knock on the door. As they hesitated, the courtyard door opened on its own, and a girl in a light blue shirt and a long black dress poked her head out, two braids combed behind her head. She was wearing thick white socks and a pair of pure black cloth shoes on her feet, as if she had just come from the Republic of China era.

"Y-whom?" The girl asked, a pair of big apricot-like eyes looking at them in turn.

Liang Jing promptly reported the name of the male student in the mathematics department. But the girl shook her head, indicating that she didn't know this person. Just as Chen Ying was about to persuade Liang Jing to return, the girl spoke again: "Our department is about to hold a lecture on Buddhism, and students from other departments are welcome to listen to it if they are interested." ”

Chen Ying was going to be a tutor that night, and Liang Jing also had experiments to do, so she had to politely refuse the other party's invitation. However, this experience gave Chen Ying a little affection for the Department of Philosophy. When she browses the campus BBS, she sometimes casually enters the philosophical and religious forums and casually looks at their recent topics and hot topics. Perhaps at this age, philosophical theories are still far from her life. She cares more about the phenomena of the world and the most obvious reasons behind them, and she doesn't quite understand how it should be and why it is so. But after getting to know Qin Hong, she began to think shallowly about some issues that she thought had nothing to do with her before.