pure fiction

He didn't guard the back streets for us! "

"..."

What is there to guard?The Northwest Noodle Restaurant on the second floor of the No. [-] Canteen has gone to the headquarters, and each window has the same look every year; the crock pot soup on the first floor of the No. [-] Canteen has been moved to the airline restaurant of the No. [-] Canteen; No. [-] canteen has been rectified and refurbished; No. [-] canteen was redecorated inside and out during a certain summer vacation after graduation; No. [-] canteen and the canteen were taken away in one pot, and it used to sneak under the No. [-] building during class breaks Gone are the days of buying something to eat.

When passing by Building No. [-], someone poked me: "What are you thinking?"

I shook my head: "When I was a freshman and when I was studying in the morning, my idea every morning was to end the morning reading early and go to the No. [-] canteen to grab a bag of vegetables."

There is still a lot to miss.Yunji's pickled fish and bone soup; Jimmy's chicken thigh meat and the store manager's cold joke; Ding Shangfeng's very cost-effective lunch mixed pot set meal; Go back and bring your grandson; Myeongdong Bibimbap’s seafood cake; Jichengge’s vegetable pickled rice; Dandan noodles that can be served with or without soup; even the loudspeakers from the People’s Commune that linger incessantly.

Walking on the Bachelor Bridge, thinking of the night of graduation, we finished our respective graduation meals and walked slowly to the bridge just like today.The expressway around the city was still full of traffic late at night. We leaned against the green fence and watched the cars coming or whizzing away.I raised my head in someone's arms, and the headlights shone into his eyes, shining brightly.He bowed his head, both of them smelled of alcohol.The moment our breaths meet, we on the bridge are illuminated by the traffic under the bridge.Under the glory, live up to your years.

On March [-], [-]