[——] often reminisce about his short life, especially in the middle of the night, turning over the past from the less rich experience to ruminate, and tasting some sloppy life that he didn't notice.

Since childhood, he has been the kind of "mediocre good student". The grades are better than the average classmate, but not good enough; Willing to listen to the teacher, but not completely obedient; Sometimes self-disciplined, it is difficult to last any time.

Like most people who rise and fall in the middle, it is difficult to reach the top, and a little talent makes him unwilling to accept the status quo, and intermittent efforts waste time, producing the illusion of occasionally getting out of an embarrassing situation.

Of course, it is not surprising that he made a middle-of-the-road performance in the life-determining exam, and walked towards the threshold of choosing the future in a daze.

Then the accident happened, unexpectedly, in the vast number of tangled choices, there was a medical school with a very formal name, which incomprepassibly met his score line, and even had a lot of room to spare, and the graduation destination indicated that he would directly join the unit less than five minutes away from home.

Under the blind recognition of the medical profession by his family, coupled with a little longing for his own literary and artistic creation, this school, which had never been heard of before, went all the way up to the top of the priority.

Looking back, [——] still hasn't figured out why he put a few obviously better luck options at the back of the list, and chose it without hesitation.

By the time this question first came to his mind, he was already sitting in the back seat of the car on his way to report, leaning on rolls of bedding and in his bag was a notice of entry and withdrawal that had been sent two months earlier.

To be honest, his first impression of the school came from the creepers on the walls, and the whole green of the square building could be seen outside the school gate. The intertwined wide leaves obscure the unspeakable style of the façade, making it even more difficult to judge the age of its construction.

The old-fashioned school building, which was popular at the end of the last century, has a bold geometric modern style structure and rows of large glass sliding doors on the side facing the lush plaza.

Bypassing the boulders inscribed with the motto of the school, you can enjoy the shadows cast by the buildings along the edge of the square, as if because of the abundance of plants, you can still feel the coolness of the heart during the hot months.

The stone steps in front of the building have been visibly repaired and polished with cement. After cracking and breaking again in the process of long-term use, the new cement was replenished in time, which was slightly abrupt and unsightly because of the difference in color from the original.

After spending several days in the school, he saw in the official materials that lacked a sense of existence, and the history of the school alone was nearly 100 years old, and it was impossible to trace it back to it.

Photographs of people with unclear faces and different costumes standing in front of the school gate with a plaque replaced, with no view of the school in the background. No one could tell him whether the buildings had been torn down and rebuilt over a long period of time, or if the repeated application of cement and dense climbing plants had obscured their original appearance.

As far as first impressions go, this place gives [——] a very good feeling.

Creepers are his favorite plants, especially the large ones, which hang upside down from the lush vines that climb to the end on the high eaves, and grow with new leaves, full of green stalactites growing on buildings.

That's great, he thought, "I'm here for me." I was fascinated by these green buildings, and I missed the fountain in the square, which is only open for half a day every year during the orientation time, and I haven't had a chance to see it again for several years.

Probably out of some love for the house and the Wu, he exploded with an amazing enthusiasm for professional courses, running between different building floors day and night, rushing to the classrooms of elective courses.

Even when I later heard that these courses were useless except for credits, there were special notebooks that transcribed some of the drowsy contents.

The busy days quickly familiarized him with the school, including buildings that could not be dated.

They are actually a square glyph with a small open-air garden carved out in the middle, and the wooden benches where moss and fungi grow are not cared for. The four sides are fully utilized, and offices, teaching, and experiments are all parallel in the same exterior buildings.

The two adjacent buildings are named after the word "true", each with a word, and in order to facilitate the usual distinction between A and B. Compared with Building B, which has no course arrangement, Building A, which offers elective courses, is more familiar.

Building A is also the location of the offices of the anatomy, pathology, internal and surgical departments, etc., and the rest is reserved for large classrooms and teaching laboratories. As a freshman, a handful of lab classes and weekly evening classes are held here.

After each evening class, his enthusiasm for learning never missed the opportunity to communicate with the teacher, and the young teacher was willing to answer him. He benefited so much from his inspiring teaching that he sometimes lost track of time and didn't notice that all the other students had left, leaving the large classroom on the second floor empty.

Thanks to this action, when he was leaving his notes alone to summarize the lectures, he unknowingly reached nine o'clock, and the alarm clock to remind the library that the doors were about to close went off, and the lights in the large classroom were still not powered off.

"Oh?" [——] raised his wrist and glanced at his watch. It was too remote for the closed bell to ring throughout the square, and the classmates and teachers had been gone for a long time, so he had a rare quiet time.

Instead of going to the library to grab a table with pairs of "self-studyers", or going back to the dorm room to discuss volume with roommates who prefer speakers to headphones, it's more comfortable than going to the animal room to squeeze in with rats. It doesn't close after nine o'clock.

He realized that he might have discovered a school bug, the perfect study hall that only one person knew about at night.

The thought got [——] excited, and over the next few days, the night study camp was completely shifted to this side, and the alarm clock was pushed back by at least two hours.

Every night after everyone left, he turned off the extra lights in the large classroom, leaving only one. Enjoy this hideaway to yourself in an empty building.

Under the last light in the classroom, he sometimes feels like he is on an island at sea, far from the whole world, and no one can disturb him to swim in the professional knowledge that he is willing to devote his life to.

The coolness of the night gave him a sober brain, and the efficiency of his thinking was greatly improved, and he turned page after page of "Systematic Anatomy", and those obscure nouns and words described the positional relationships were engraved into his mind, as firmly as the proverbs carved on the school motto stone.

He experienced the joy of answering tricky questions without thinking, and the joy of getting top grades. But more, unprecedentedly, because of the joy of acquiring knowledge itself.

Under the lonely lamp, the time he spent increasing day by day, and the number of pages increased simultaneously. For a moment, my eyes are taken away from a large passage of text, and my mind is running by inertia, still reading something silently.

Overall everything was fine, except for a slight bothersome from a small recent issue.

This pure land is not as quiet as he imagined. When everything is quiet, if you stop writing and close your eyes for a nap, and your breathing is inaudible, the "noise" covered by the hustle and bustle during the day becomes obvious.

Although small enough to be drowned out by the sound of a pen slicing across a notebook, the intermittent intermittent appearance is noticeable and harsh on a quiet night.

At first, he thought it was tinnitus or auditory hallucinations caused by being in a silent environment for too long, and tried to get rid of it by reciting it softly.

However, after attracting attention, the noise can no longer be ignored, and [——] will subconsciously look for its existence and distinguish the location of the sound source. After a few days, he had become quite sensitive to it, and vaguely felt the sound of hard objects grinding from downstairs.

This location on the first floor is not a large classroom, but a room with a large iron door, who should he have heard to say, what teacher's territory, there are so many teachers in this building, I really can't remember which class it is at the end.

He often sees animals brought up from the animal room on the playground to be sent to the first floor, and in addition to entering the teaching laboratory for students to practice, it is not impossible for the teacher to use the subject for use.

Anyone who has been to the animal house knows how noisy the rats can be, and those noises can be the cute little dong gnawing on the little cylindrical feed. Considering that they don't have much time to continue making trouble, it's ridiculous to deal with some dying rodents, and it's not because he's the "illegal occupier" here.

It's not a big deal after getting used to it, but that kind of noise has become a companion for his self-study, and in the interval between writing every night, he imagines that there are a group of small animals downstairs to stay up with him.

A more irritable guinea pig, a relatively docile rat. Just knowing the presence of other creatures eased the loneliness, so much so that I had to listen to that voice every night when I went back.

After realizing its existence, the large room on the first floor, which had no sense of existence before, gradually came into view. He made a special detour, going out from the corridor on the other side, and observing along the way.

Unlike other classrooms or labs, this room has fewer windows and more exhaust fans. The design of the room seems to be independent of the building, and it is self-contained.

Looking back on the months of going in and out of this building, it seems that I have never seen the big iron door opened, nor have I seen people entering or leaving.

This question has always been in his heart, [——] continue to enjoy his evening self-study with a very small amount of noise, and occasionally wonder why it is intermittent, is it possible that the experimental animals are also intermittently noisy?

By the end of the final exams, he hadn't thought through these things, and he hadn't seen the teacher who was in charge of the room.

The day before the holiday, [——] went to find a familiar instructor to fill out the application for staying in school, and the printer malfunction forced the two of them to go downstairs to find the printing room together, just passing by the first floor. He remembered it, raised the questions that had plagued him for most of the semester, and talked about the tiny murmurs of the evening.

"So whose teacher is in this room?"

The instructor looked at the room with a more confused expression than he did, "You can also say that you are a teacher......

In the end, [——] was not able to get the application form for retention and did not get an answer. After a five-minute phone call, the instructor warned him not to do this kind of wasteful thing in the future, and to hurry home now.

As for knowing what the teacher was in the room, it was later when I took the "Local Anatomy" experimental class.

He preferred to wishfully believe that it was the intermittent hoarse noise of a malfunctioning exhaust fan blade, which sounded like grinding his teeth on a hard object after being blocked by a wall.