Finally started to write, two years have passed. First of all, I would like to thank many friends for their support in the past two years. Without you, I would not be able to write today.Then I want to sincerely say sorry for the late arrival of this book. According to the original intention when I started writing two years ago, the two volumes of "Here" belong to the same novel.But when it came time to print, in order to cater to the market, it had to be split into two volumes, and the first volume put a heavy comma on Qiao Feng's leaving back.   such a meal, is two years.

In the past two years, things have changed and people have changed, and the past has been like a dream in the past two years.A few days ago, I received an invitation from a college classmate to get married, and I looked up from the trivia in a daze, only to realize the passage of time.Opening my manuscripts at that time, I tried hard to think back to that lush era. I thought of Guo Jing cooking in the cafeteria and giving it to Huang Rong who was studying for self-study. At night, old Linghu and Yang Kang only wore shorts to mend the hole in the windowpane... Those guys hidden in my heart couldn't hold back their loneliness and jumped up again. I vaguely heard them laughing and talking in the quiet night.I know that I will definitely finish writing this story, and write down the truest appearance of those lively shadows before they fade.

A frown and a smile, a joy and a sorrow, a anger and an anger.   may be silly, naive, naive.   but also simple, real, pure. Then at the end, I will quietly replace the comma that should not have been left with a full stop.When I close the last page of this book, the four years of my youth at Peking University are just an old song that has been passed down in the past.But even if the singing voice is far away, I will still remember the lyrics that everyone sang together in the past, the lyrics say: "My brother who sleeps in my top bunk silent you the questions you asked me

now no one asks give me cigarette brother give me happy past You always guess the coin in my hand wrong Shake your head and say it's too mysterious Your letters are getting more and more polite You don't say a word about love You said you have a lot of friends now but don't worry about those things anymore brother who sleeps on my top bunk sleeping in my lonely memories the girl you always talked about in those days did she send you her headband You said that whenever you look back at the red sunset whenever you hear the evening bell again The bits and pieces of the past will surge up

in your sad heart You ask me when I can go back together Take a look at our residence halls and our past Your words carved on the wall are still clear Since then no one has been able to erase brother who sleeps on my top bunk sleeping in my lonely memories the questions you asked me Now no one asks." Thanks to my brother xxx for tolerating my procrastination. Thanks to my teacher xxx for writing the preface for me. Thanks to my big brothers xxx and xxx for helping me stand up again. Thank you to the closest people around me, who love me without asking for anything in return in sunny days and heavy rains.

Finally, I would like to thank my brothers in the same dormitory.Thanks to them for being so magnanimous, after I embezzled our common memory to weave the 303 dormitory, they didn’t chase me thousands of miles away and continued to regard me as a brother. Their names are xx, xx, xx, xx and xxx. If you see them somewhere in the ends of the earth after reading this book, please convey my greetings and ask them who stole Ate my box of Fuji apples... Now let's quickly pull the timeline to the third year of Song Jiayou, behind the window of the gingko-covered dormitory 303 on the 28th floor of Bianjing University...