The dormitory building centered on Wumei looks uniform, with air conditioning outside each window, which prevents students from being attacked by the heat in summer.

This year, the dormitory where the Chinese boys are located is Building 45 B, which is located on the west side of Yan University campus. You can reach Xiermen in a few minutes by foot, and then you can reach the house rented by Zhang Chu in a few minutes by foot. It is very close.

"Your dormitory is in very good condition, very close to Xuewu Canteen. It is very cheap here. Fried shredded beef and big stews are recognized classics. You can try it. If you can't get used to the canteen, there are a lot of restaurants outside the school."

Li Tao was very talkative and talked endlessly about what he knew. He had been in Yanda for many years and knew the food inside.

After the two of them registered at the dormitory manager's office on the first floor of the dormitory, they followed the stairs to the second floor. For dormitories without elevators, this is obviously an ideal number, which means that several floors of stairs can be avoided.

There are not many people on the entire floor, only a few dormitory doors are open, and parents are busy making beds and tidying up their housework.

Seeing the 222 dormitory number in front of me, Zhang Chu wanted to make a fool of himself to the staff who arranged the accommodation. What the hell is this? Why do you have to live in bed No. 2 of dormitory 222!

Do you still have to be glad that I am in Building 45, not Building 22?

"Class, are you also from Door 22 on the 2nd floor?" A middle-aged man with a tough figure was making a bed in the dormitory, and next to him was a young student wearing black-framed glasses wearing pillowcases.

Zhang Chu raised the key in his hand and said, "I am from bed No. 2, my name is Zhang Chu, and I am from Jiangdong Province. Where are you?"

“Bed 2?”

The guy with glasses kept laughing, his mouth almost closed.

"Let's laugh, it's okay." Zhang Chu said helplessly. The jokes on the No. 2 bed in dormitory 222 may have to accompany him throughout his college career.

"Sorry, I really can't help it. I am Yang Ling from bed No. 3, and I'm the same major as you." Yang Ling really didn't expect that such a essential number would be for the most famous student in the Chinese Department of Yan University this year.

Li Tao on the other side also couldn't help laughing. Although each building had bed No. 2 in dormitory No. 22 on the 2nd floor, not everyone was like Zhang Chu.

Zhang Chu silently took a photo of his bed number and was about to post it to Weibo to ask for comfort.

At this time, Yang Ling was surprised to find that his roommate came empty-handed, "Why didn't you bring anything? What should I do tonight?"

"I came here alone. Now I have placed an order on Goudong's house and asked them to deliver it directly. They can deliver the items in the supermarket, but the delivery fee is quite expensive."

Technology really changes life. Now, let alone takeout, even sheets and bedding can be delivered directly to the dormitory floor.

At this time, the middle-aged man who had been busy making the bed stopped. He raised his thumbs up and said, "I originally wanted Yang Ling to come by himself. You see, others can save trouble."

Yanda’s dormitory is a bit strange. The bunk beds are divided into upper and lower bunk bunks. Zhang Chu’s school accommodation in high school was also a four-person room, but each bed only has an upper bunk, and the lower bunk is a desk and a cabinet.

"Then you wait in the dormitory to deliver the express delivery. I also have to go to the welcome site to pick up the rest of the people. We have the chance to see you again after school starts." Li Tao waved his hand. As the welcome staff, his work tasks will be quite heavy today and tomorrow.

"Then Brother Li will do it first, bye!"

After watching Li Tao leave, Zhang Chu found his bed and desk. He put his schoolbag on the desk and then carefully looked at the dormitory environment.

There are air conditioners and fans, as well as heating that Zhang Chu has never touched before. The balcony looks quite wide and has a separate toilet. However, if you take a shower, you have to go to the bathroom on each floor.

Heating and bathhouses seem unfamiliar to southern students. Anyway, Zhang Chu doesn’t plan to live in the school every day, so these are acceptable.

After all, it was the first time the two met, and Yang Ling and Zhang Chu were not too familiar with each other. In order to avoid the embarrassment of the scene, Yang Ling took the initiative to raise the book "Southern Weekend" in his hand and said, "I saw your interview in the car today. Your song "Life" is very well written. Isn't life just a web!"

Zhang Chu was so busy that he forgot to accept the interview during this period. He replied in surprise: "I have not read it myself yet. I really don't know if this interview is well written."

"It's pretty good. I know you're a humorous person, and it matches such a essential dormitory number and bedside number."

"If you don't mention this, we are still friends." Zhang Chu only knew that he had been assigned to Building 45 B, and he didn't know the specific dormitory and bed number at all.

Yang Ling made a sorry gesture and said with a smile: "Others say you can't write poems. I think your poem "Life" is really concise and vivid."

When Zhang Chu was interviewed by a reporter from Southern Weekend, the reporter once mentioned similar issues. Many people said that facing the sea, the warm spring flowers are not real poems, there is no rhyme or format, and the intentions inside are also illusory.

Modern poetry does not need to be as neat as ancient quatrains or regulated verses. When he faced an interview, he threw out such an especially unique poem!

"Life"

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The whole poem has only one word, and even without punctuation marks, it covers the connotation of life. This was originally one of the most famous poems of Bei Dao, a famous hazy poet on earth, and was widely praised.

This is also a favorite of many students, because when the teacher forced the poem to be recited, he would step down after he would go on stage to report the name of the poem and say a word!

Zhang Chu did this kind of thing in his previous life, reciting "Life" in front of the whole class, and stepped down after a few seconds, which made the students stunned.

This is the shortest poem in the world. Zhang Chu also wrote a mystery novel that claims to be the shortest in the world, but it is still too long compared to this.

After all, there is only one word, not less!

Yang Ling's tone was full of admiration. When he was still a student, his roommate had already started to challenge the famous commentators, and this rebuttal sounded particularly powerful.

"This is just a feeling, not worth mentioning."

Zhang Chu said modestly that at least this poem by Bei Dao is much better than the pear blossom body, this is the new poem!

"It's very satisfying to write well. Those old stubborn people just can't stand anything new, and their prejudice should have been broken long ago." Yang Ling praised. It must be interesting to be roommates with such classmates for four years.

Zhang Chu couldn't help laughing. He specially released this poem when he interviewed him on the Southern Weekend, just to show it to the special commentator of Southern Metropolis Daily. I really don't know what the commentator who admires ancient poetry will express after seeing this shortest poem.

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