I went up to the fourth floor and stepped into the familiar hallway, with the key to the dormitory that was about to be my own, in my pocket, ready to say my final goodbyes to the room where I had lived.

I walked through the long hallways, some of which were already getting up and moving, and some of which had doors open all night.

Compared to the room I was in, they were more messy than the most fertile imagination could imagine, or it could be that everyone was too busy with revision to take care of the hygiene of the dormitory as it was approaching the end of the semester, and each room showed the hectic situation before the Great Retreat.

None of the people who got up folded the quilts, the desks were covered with cigarette ash, textbooks and tape recorders were placed indiscriminately, ashtrays made of cans were useless, the floor was full of scraps of paper, cigarette butts, socks, slippers, and sneakers with an unpleasant smell, thermos bottles that had no insulation function and guitars with broken strings curled up in the corners, palettes stacked on top of water cylinders, paintbrushes stuck in water glasses, garbage in garbage baskets piled up to the door, mops had long since dried, As if taken from the desert hundreds of years ago, beer and liquor bottles are usually placed in unnoticeable corners.

I walked to the door of the room where I used to live, took out the key and opened the door, the dormitory was empty, there was no luggage on the bed, there were no books on the shelves, and the floor was still as clean as when I moved out, without a trace of garbage.

Two classmates and trainee bosses who live in the city don't know when they have moved their luggage and belongings, leaving empty beds, all slightly stuffy because the windows of the rooms are always closed.

On the wall next to my bed was a movie poster of "She's Lonelier Than Fireworks" that I forgot to remove when I moved out, and it was a film that I had watched many times.

I don't think I'll be expelled as an outsider today. Since the managers had not yet come to work, I had to wait for them to go to work before I could complete the procedures for leaving the dormitory and then return to my residence in the city.

I pulled out a drawer from my desk and laid it on the bed, folded my shirt and lay down on it, ready to take one last nap in the dorm room.

But after all, it was not very comfortable, and although fatigue hit frequently, it was always driven away by the hard drawers and bed boards.

Because it was the first time I had a close conversation with Melly, and it was a long conversation all night, Melly's voice and face were still in and out of my senses, or whispering, or smiling, like waves of the ocean constantly invading my sense of sight and hearing.

She was in the dormitory building opposite, and she must have fallen asleep by this time. After she and I came out of the small bar, we only spoke a short sentence when we arrived at the dormitory, maybe time took away the language, or melted into the early morning sun, or maybe the language between us disappeared on this road!

I don't know why that's so. I thought about these inexplicable thoughts in my mind, my head began to get dizzy, half-asleep and half-awake, there was a sound of slippers clattering in the corridor, and there were more people washing up, I looked at the time on my phone, it was already 7:40, I got up and put on my shirt, took down the movie poster and rolled it up, and finally looked at the empty bed in the room, when I lived here, I was alone most of the time, and I was still alone when I left!

Goodbye, my student days!