However, the days of peace and comfort did not last long, the reform of colleges and universities, every year a group of sophomores are sent to the police stations of various public security bureaus, labor camps for internships, of course, our dormitory won the lottery...

"Oops, I'll go! Did you see the internship list posted on the door of the dormitory, our dormitory was three times in a row. Pen%Fun%Pavilion www.biquge.info" Liu Hao rushed into the bedroom with a bun in his hand and said.

Because it was the weekend, Wang Ping and I were still lying in bed, and when we heard him say this, we immediately got up and rushed to the gate of the dormitory wearing only a pair of shorts.

There were a lot of people around the door, and I squeezed for a long time and finally saw the names of the three of us on the dense paper. I wish it had been assigned to one place, even if it wasn't one unit. But it backfired. Three people in three different cities.

Wang Ping was assigned to a county police station not far from his home, Liu Hao was assigned to a labor camp, and I was assigned to City D, where public security was the worst. ”

I called my mother and told him that I was going to do an internship, and my mother was very happy and said: "Okay, go and do a good job, people should be smart, and strive to become a regular as soon as possible, and then tell people that my son is a policeman and has a lot of face, and when you go home, my mother will be discharged from the hospital and give you something to eat..." Then because I had to take my mother for a check-up, I hung up the phone in a hurry.

Because of the internship, the department gave us a week's off, and next Monday we went through the procedures, and then went to our own unit to report.

Wang Ping and Liu Hao are both locals, and I thought they would spend the week going home to see it, but they didn't. I was very touched by what they said: "We won't go home, your home won't go back, we are here with you, haha!" But you have to promise us to accompany us on the Internet..."

Sometimes, you feel like a week is long, and of course you feel like a week is short. But in any case, the days never stop ...

On Sunday night, we came back from the Internet café. Sit in the dorm room, because tomorrow we have to go our separate ways. So we hurriedly packed our bags and lay down.

In the dark, I lit a cigarette and looked at the flickering light, and my thoughts drifted somewhere...

"What's your dream?"

"I want to be a wandering writer, write what I want to write, and live the life I love..."