A university in the southwest of Shanghai is named after Min. It is located in the southwest corner of Shanghai. Its English name is: Shanghai Southwest Some School, SSSS (pronounced "hissing"), and its school motto is: Minhang sister paper is really beautiful. . . . . . (well, there are actually three sentences behind, which I didn't remember because the interests are irrelevant). Of course, there are some more advanced names, such as Minhang Institute of Technology (MIT), whose name is similar to that of Lan Xiang Technical School. People in Jianghu call it "Minhang in the north and Minhang in the south". I still remember the first time I mistook the slipper door for McDonald's. It's been five spring and autumn in a blink of an eye. I want to record the lush years in Min's wilderness and a group of lovely people I met there. Of course, when people recall the past, they always unconsciously add beautification filters. I told myself to be as honest as possible, for the sake of you I met, for those unforgettable days and for myself, to write such an article.

7#40 1

At that time, there were three buildings in the College of Pharmacy, numbered 5, 6 and 7 respectively. Yes, you can't expect a pure science and engineering school to give a "marginal" discipline building a literary name. Our research group is in the first room on the fourth floor of Building 7, so 40 1 got its name. Although the name is so simple and low-key, it is impressive to think about the experience of being admitted. The earliest memory is the homework I did before the results of the postgraduate entrance examination came out. I'm worried about what to do if I don't even pass the minimum admission line. Fortunately, the results came out, which is not surprising. After the interview, I was worried that if the interview failed, it would be a disgrace to my tutor. I received a phone call from Mr. Guo, a graduate tutor, and told me in a particularly heavy tone that the interview really failed. I was silent for a while, just want to say: nothing, I'll find a job. The tutor said: Well, you passed. I'm just teasing you. You're not crying. Your anti-strike ability is ok. This opening way of announcing admission is also very strange, but I gradually understand the good intentions of my tutor. Later, countless facts proved that being able to fight in the laboratory is really the basic skill of survival. Those three years, because of the bad experimental results, because of the equipment that often fails inexplicably at critical moments, because of the criticism of the tutor. . . . . . I have collapsed and cried countless times, but every time I cry, I can continue to be "abused" in high spirits, because there are a group of students in the lab who have experienced disasters with me.

& lt Legend has it that doctors of HPLC and 40 1 can play computer games well >

The full name of HPLC is high performance liquid chromatography, which is specially used for drug concentration determination. At that time, the research group had a chromatograph and needed to inject samples manually. Every 5- 15 minutes (depending on the drug elution time), samples needed to be injected into the instrument for determination. Simply put, it is very embarrassing to take a sample every short time, because it is only enough to walk from the instrument room to the lounge and come back. When there are many samples, it is wise to keep the instruments for sampling. Of course, you can't always read the literature, so the game skills of the laboratory doctors have been greatly improved.

Later, in the advanced version, brothers who need to write doctoral thesis will also go to the instrument room to retreat. The instrument room is relatively small, no one will disturb it, and the sound effect is great. This is a good place to practice singing. My personal experience is that I once went to the musical instrument room to get something, and I heard my brother who was locked up here singing "uneasy" silently, but it was quite good. At that time, I wanted to boast that I had gained a lot by closing my position. So now I like to record songs between writing papers, and I think I got the true biography of the previous research group.

& lt About Brother Arrow and Sister Wei >

The first time I met Brother Arrow was at the Graduate Festival of the Pharmaceutical College. Brother Arrow has just returned from Japan, and he is still very handsome. At that time, I thought Sister Wei was really happy to have such a handsome boyfriend. Later, I saw the charming appearance of Wei Jie playing the piano in the evening show, and felt that Brother Arrow was really happy to have such a good girlfriend. Eating dog food was not popular at that time. Looking back now, I really feel sorry for myself. Not only did I not know it, but I also took the initiative to eat it. I especially like to take a watermelon to Weijie's house on weekends, and I like to watch them show their love in a comfortable and interesting way. It is unique to the northeast people. I know now that a form called mutual love expresses love for each other. I often nest on the sofa cushion of her lazy house and say that you two are so happy. Brother Arrow is either wearing an apron to cook or hang clothes at this time. He usually sighs solemnly: Hey, I can't find a better one for a while. What can I do if I get by? Wei Jie will definitely start to "criticize" him when he hears this, which will make me laugh.

Occasionally, because there is a new restaurant nearby, we will go out to taste early adopters and stroll in the small park in the center of the community. The children are playing and the old man is exercising. Brother Arrow Wei walked in front of me arm in arm. The sunset on the horizon makes them feel that they are covered in gentle golden light, and there is a feeling of walking at home with their sister and brother-in-law. It is a mist in my eyes, following quietly. It's really good to see the appearance of true love early, which is not the mutual praise of the lake view, but the mutual understanding and perception of life. Five years, ten years, witnessed the love of these two people all the way. Now they have a lovely daughter in America, and they always want to say it's good to know you.

& lt Speculation about General Manager Wang's "girlfriend">；;

Mr. Wang is the brother of a master in the group. The classic story is that many versions of the legend of Mr. Wang's potential girlfriend were circulated in the rivers and lakes of the Pharmaceutical College at that time, but they were all denied by him, so everyone didn't know who Mr. Wang liked. This is an unsolved case of a pharmaceutical college with an unusually strong gossip atmosphere. This is the background. Once, I seem to have quarreled with my boyfriend at that time and broke up. I was pushing my bike on my way back to my dormitory, and I felt a little depressed. After a few commonplaces, Mr. Wang began to comfort me, to the effect that: don't do this, you should cherish it. Look, at least you can be together now, blablabla. It is estimated that the mood has not improved significantly. Mr. Wang gritted his teeth and decided to throw caution to the wind, saying, unlike me. Hearing this, my gossip radar turned on instantly, and I immediately forgot my unhappy things and began to ask him, is the person you like from our laboratory? After all the guesses were denied, I looked at him suspiciously and said cautiously, it won't be me, will it? Heaven and earth conscience, I really just hold the idea of solving the problem. Although Mr. Wang knew my usual virtue, he was obviously surprised by my shame, gave me a "fuck you" look and rode away. I guess he thinks I can still make fun of him, so there should be no bad mood. I always thought I started to break the pot when I became a doctor. In fact, in retrospect, my cheeky nature began to appear as early as a few years ago. I lost contact after graduation. I heard that Mr. Wang got married. Congratulations.

Of course, 7#40 1 also has many people with stories. Some people are so wonderful that you can write another article alone. Some people are too three-dimensional to know how to put pen to paper, but everything in this place is in my heart.

67#

Building 67 is a girl's dormitory near the new gymnasium. The postgraduate dormitory of a university in Southwest China has four rooms and one living room, with two people in each room. My roommate at that time was a cool girl, always listening to heavy metal rock at the maximum volume with earplugs, and talking to her must be loud; With ultra-short hair, she rolled up her sleeves and played Dota in the dormitory, which often gave me the illusion of entering the boys' dormitory; When watching a football match, unlike ordinary girls in fake fans, they go to eat fresh meat. People really buy beer and snacks and devote themselves to watching the game. I respect her as a man, so she stays in the laboratory or library most of the time and seldom goes back to the dormitory.

I am used to walking into Hui Jing's room without throwing away my schoolbag after coming back from the library every day, because there are always lights on and doors open, and laughter is rippling in the corridor, so I can hear Hui Jing say to Yuanyuan: Listen, little ancestor is back. I have never said it, in fact, every time I hear it, I silently enjoy the spoil with a lightly chastising tone. At that time, I was a natural child, not very sensible, not to mention considerate and gentle, but I know that virtuous women are probably like this.

Hui Jing is almost the most energetic girl I have ever seen. I like to keep things tidy, and I wash them every time I see her. What impressed me most was that she came back from a complete horse race. I think she must be tired today, only to find that she went straight back to wash clothes after running, which was a pleasant surprise. I like to wrap myself into a zongzi on winter weekends and sit on the balcony of their quiet room in the sun until I feel blushing and slightly drunk. When I watch her finish drying the quilt and brushing her shoes, I always sincerely think, well, this is the good girl who will marry home. By the way, I was worried about myself for a moment. Sometimes this idea is too strong, I will say: be quiet, whoever marries you in the future will be really happy. When she hears this, she will give me a meaningful look and then hand me some food. The eye contact means: you live by this mouth anyway.

My favorite girl in the whole 67 buildings is Zang Xiaoyi. She has a natural lovable temperament, excellent narrative ability and expressive ability. The latter two are mainly used to express her boyfriend. So when I am tired of playing cute and coquetry quietly in their bedroom, Zang Xiaoyi is essential. Every time she comes in, I feel that the room is lit up. Now I think it's all happy air. I always feel that even on the same day, everyone sees something different. There are always so many talented people who love life so much that every ordinary day shines because of her. Obviously, Zang Xiaoyi is such a girl.

Therefore, it is particularly distressing for such girls to be sad occasionally. Once, something happened that everyone in the dormitory knew at that time. I met all kinds of difficulties during that time. When I went back to the dormitory at night, Zang Xiaoyi didn't turn on the light in her dormitory. I'm afraid she will push the door into her room. When she saw me, she seemed to say to me and to herself: life is not that easy. The first time I felt so bad about a girl, I had no experience at that time, and I didn't really realize the helplessness of my later life. When I really understand it, I will often think of Zang Xiaoyi drinking alone in the dark and that sigh: life is not that easy.

On the train home from graduation, I received a short message from Zang Xiaoyi. At that time, I was the first to stay in the dormitory because I finished my homework ahead of time, and she was the second. The message reads: "I will always remember you who opened the door for me in a white dress in the summer of 2009. Must be happy. " The moment I received the text message, I remembered all kinds of joys and sorrows experienced by the girls in the past three years. I should cry and scare the passengers sitting next to me. I always remember when I lost text messages on my mobile phone. I'm glad that silly female classmates are often vomited by you, but a smart girl like you certainly knows his sincerity, and you will be happy for a long time.

2.25

2.25 is one's birthday. When I first met Brother Xiaoming, I ate seafood and spicy noodle soup in a Korean restaurant I often went to. The picture was terrible, just then Brother Goose came in with Brother Xiaoming. Brother Dayan is a handsome man, and there is no suspense in spelling tables. Brother Xiaoming was also a handsome boy at that time, looking a bit like a carefree brother. Later, it hit it off, because I found that they were all foodies, and they were all wonderful thin people who were not fat.

Brother Xiaoming was the first person to call me "Shan Ge". If I remember correctly, it seems that he once chatted and thought of his dead grandmother. With tears in my eyes, I calmly handed him a paper towel. After adjusting his emotional reaction, he said, why are you so man? He gave me this domineering name. I have never seen such a crying boy. It is said that every time he attends a friend's wedding, this guy will be moved to tears in the audience after hearing the love story between the newlyweds. Please take into account the feelings of newlyweds and friends who eat at the same table. At that time, I was fully prepared to go abroad. Xiao Ming, who was established by the media, was an intern at Intel opposite Min Wilderness. Occasionally, after work, he will take me to dinner in his military green electric motorcycle. When I meet a familiar friend who needs to be introduced, I will seriously introduce this little brother who is a takeaway.

It was a hot and humid summer in Shanghai. One day, I worked overtime in the laboratory. Brother Xiaoming came to pick me up when he saw the weather forecast and felt idle and boring. I was deeply impressed when I used liquid nitrogen to freeze the drug film to prepare for taking electron microscope samples. In summer, there are many mosquitoes in the laboratory. Brother Xiaoming stood beside me, taking pictures of mosquitoes seriously, muttering: You should buy an electric mosquito swatter and put it in your laboratory. Although many years have passed, the picture of seriously shooting mosquitoes has always been so clear.

Maybe it's not what you think, but no story happened later. I haven't had much contact since I went abroad smoothly. /kloc-When I went to London for a meeting in the summer of 0/5, I found a famous Korean restaurant there. It was raining lightly at that time, and I was so hungry that my chest pressed against my back, but I still walked the whole Oxford Street with inexplicable persistence to eat the seafood spicy noodle soup there.

Brother Xiaoming understands a little now. I'm so happy for you. I knew that Xiao Ming's family had opened a famous pot-stewed restaurant in Suzhou, and he would give me a VIP card some time ago. He is really my purest fair-weather friend, and he won't forget me if he has something delicious. (For the name and address of the store, please contact the author. . . )。

I have planned this article for a long time in a university in southwest Shanghai, or more appropriately, I should call it a character article in a university in southwest Shanghai. I always don't know where to start the narrative, and I'm always worried about what I'll miss. As expected, it is inevitable to miss a lot when you finish writing in one breath. Miss Shen, who has always been a girl's heart, is my big brother, gentle Hou sister, petty bourgeoisie fan Bo, heroic Song Tongmen, careful Rong Tongmen, lovely post-90 s, and a teacher who had a hoarse voice in a KTV chat and later became like a relative. . . . . .

Occasionally looking through old photos, I feel as if I am walking by Siyuan Lake, with warm sunshine, humid air, sparkling lake water, children flying kites and family members having a picnic on the lawn. In the past five years, when I was tired of walking, sitting on a bench by the lake seemed to be just a dream. It seems that as long as I am awakened by a gust of wind, I can still walk into 7#40 1 and listen to you call me younger. Or walk into #67 and have a serious discussion with a group of lovely girls about what to wear to a date today or how a boyfriend can be so stupid. What matters in life is not how many days have passed unconsciously, but how many vivid memories have been left. Thank you, this journey in my life made me write this article with a smile and memories. If you think of me occasionally, I hope there will be a wonderful moment.