At this time, the temperature had dropped a little more than during the day. Although it was still stuffy, there was a slight evening breeze, which made me feel very cool, and it was much more comfortable than the hot air blowing by the electric fan.

At the entrance of the alley, Xiao Ying took a deep breath, arrived at the bicycle parking lot of the railway station, took the bike and rode back to school.

After returning to school, I returned the bicycle to the rental car and walked towards the dormitory building.

When he arrived at the dormitory, he subconsciously stopped. He remembered the thermos filled with water falling from the sky in the morning. He couldn't help but feel a sudden burst in his heart. Looking up, he saw that the whole building was pitch black, and all the lights that were not in the windows were lit, except for the lights in the aisle on the ground floor.

The graduate building has no power outages during the three days of leaving school. At the same time, it is time to go to bed, and the entire building has not turned on, which only means that the whole building has left the school and the building is empty.

He hesitated for a moment, and suddenly rushed into the corridor with agility. The next time he looked back, nothing fell down and nothing happened. Then he smiled bitterly and shook his head. He was too nervous. What happened in the morning should be just an accident.

I went upstairs and returned to my dormitory to turn on the lights. The room was empty and there was no longer the bustle of the past.

Xiao Ying changed into sportswear, went to the square to exercise as he had been used to for many years, did a few routines, and then trotted back to the dormitory.

Back at the somewhat gloomy and terrifying graduate building, Xiao Ying felt a little furious. While taking a shower in the bathroom, he took a shower with cold water while singing the interlude of the popular movie "Red Sorghum" at the time, "Sister, go forward boldly."

After taking a shower, I returned to the dormitory and quickly closed the door, turned off the lights, got into my bed, and put down the mosquito net.

He turned on the desk lamp, stood up with a pillow and leaned against the head of the bed, took out the Qiong Yao romance novel "Getting and Distant Two Yi Yi" borrowed from Zhuoran and started reading it.

This was the first time he read a romance novel, and he soon fell into a lingering love story of emotional entanglement between men and women. By the time he finished reading the whole book, it was already late at night.

After reading this novel, he felt a hamper. He experienced a emotional torture with the joys and sorrows of the hero and heroine in the novel, and tasted the heartbreaking love. But after reading it, he felt really unhappy, not as passionate as the martial arts novel, and was in a good mood after reading it.

He put the novel next to his pillow, turned off the light and lay down, but his mind was still lingering with the plots in the novel. Even if he used the method of counting sheep to make himself fall asleep, he couldn't do it. - Qiong Yao's romance novel is too tormenting. I will never read it again, so as not to affect my sleep.

Xiao Ying muttered in his heart. He kept baking pancakes on the bed, and he didn't fall asleep until dawn.

At this moment, he had two more dreams: the first dream was very strange, and he actually dreamed of the statue of the Bodhisattva like the last dream. The only difference was that the statue of the golden light shining Bodhisattva, more than one person, turned into three in the dream, and kept turning around him. He kept waking up from the dream.

At this time, it was not dawn yet, and he was very surprised. He had the same dream one night, dreaming that the statue of the Bodhisattva had turned into three. Could it be that three Bodhisattvas wanted to bless him?

He joked in his heart, but he always felt something was wrong, and it seemed that it was not as good as he imagined. But what did this dream remind himself of? I couldn't figure it out.

So he turned over and continued to sleep, and soon fell asleep, and had a second dream.

In this dream, he dreamed that a young man wearing shabby liberation shoes, rolled up his sleeves and legs to go to the fields to work in a farmer. He flashed his side, and at the same time he hooked his feet, the young man fell to the ground. Then he held a chair and pressed the young man and sat on it.

This action repeatedly appeared in the dream, just like the previous dream. Until he woke up, the situation in the dream was still vivid in his mind, and even the young man looked very clear.

Xiao Ying felt very strange. Why did he dream of martial arts movies? In the past, the situation in the dreams was very blurry, and he probably couldn't remember it when he woke up, but this time his mind was as clear as playing a movie.

He stayed for a while, then got up and washed up, packed all his bedding rolls, packed his suitcase, and then went downstairs to the car rental store to ask them to help him get some yellow bread to transport things.

Soon, a van was parked downstairs of the graduate dormitory. The driver came up to help him move things, moved the bedding rolls and suitcases and placed them in the car.

After Xiao Ying got on the bus, he talked about the location and the van came to a fortune-telling street in the railway station square.

Xiao Ying got out of the car and ran into the snail snack. He didn't see Zhuoran. He probably went to school, only Grandma Tian was in the store.

Seeing him coming, Grandma Tian quickly came up and said, "Mr. Xiao is here? Zhuoran had already cleaned the house last night. I'll get you the key."

After saying that, Grandma Tian returned to the counter and took a key for him. Xiao Ying thanked him, took the key and returned to the shop and opened the door. Seeing that the room was indeed cleaned up. The table and stools were wiped without any dust.

Xiao Ying and the van master unloaded their luggage and moved them into the house. Then they paid the money and the van drove away.

Xiao Ying began to decorate the room and lay the bedding. There was an iron wire across the roof in the middle of the room, which was obviously used to hang curtains for the tenant to separate the room.

It is necessary to separate the living area from the work area. So Xiao Ying locked the door and came out, found a store nearby that specialized in selling door curtains and curtains. He bought a white curtain cloth and tied it to the wire. The shop was divided into two inside and outside.

After the arrangement was made, Xiao Ying stood at the door and looked at his shop. The table was a bit old, the paint on it was mottled, and it looked not very high-end. But now there is no money to replace it. Moreover, in places like the train station, the layout is too good, so I am afraid that the guests will be scared and dare not come in.

He looked up at the top of the door again, and there was an empty plaque, but he still waited for Jin Laifu to apply for the company's business license and customize the plaque based on the company's official name. After all, the name discussed yesterday may not be able to pass the review.

Before this, he decided to use his white cloth single sign for the time being. So he borrowed a wooden ladder from the snail snack bar to put it on the wall, then found a few nails, and nailed the white cloth he wrote yesterday to the blank space on the window facing the square. He did not nail it to the door, and there was a sign for the company hanging there.

After finishing it, he took a few steps back and looked at it with his hands. He practiced calligraphy since he was a child, and his brush handwriting was pretty good. It looked like that. Unfortunately, he wrote it on a white cloth sheet and hung it on the wall. It was not as conspicuous as the ornate advertising sign. Now he can only make it.

He entered the room, sat down in a chair, looked at the bustling train station square outside, waiting for customers to come.

After waiting for a while, no one came. I was bored and felt that this was a waste of time. It would be better to read a book.

He took a reference book for difficult case analysis and started to read. He found that after searching the medical record database in his mind, many of them could find the source, but some could not be found. It was probably made up by the person who edited the book. The records in his mind were much more detailed and comprehensive than those in the teaching book. Even the differences between the medication and each diagnosis were complete, vivid and vivid, and much more exciting than the teaching book.
Chapter completed!