Behind every university, there is a fallen street.
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Recently moved, the new home belongs to the school district housing, the west is close to two key universities: ZhengDa and Hegong University.
When I have free time, I like to ride an electric car around the campus, familiarize myself with the environment, and then explore the food.
Although there is no atmospheric luxury in the East End, the bustle and prosperity of the Downtown Area, the West End feels more like a bookish, gentle and elegant.
Where every university is located, there is always a place where food is infested, there are too many delicious things around the university, and the taste of any shop is basically not much worse.
This law applies to any university and has been tried and tested.
What's even more fun is that the food around the university is basically gathered in one place, even if it is a broken street, it can become its own climate, often blocked by students.
It's already hot summer, especially at night, and the food streets are illuminated, with students seeming to pop out of the ground and shuttle through every snack bar.
Even if the takeaway service is so hot now, it can't resist the overcrowding in the snack bar.
And these scenes in front of me are so familiar that the floodgates of memory are suddenly opened.
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When I went to college in Wuhan, I didn't see anything else, but I really saw the eating culture in this city.
Usually, universities will be in more remote and quiet areas, but no matter how remote, because a university settles, the days after that will not go anywhere, especially the economy of this area, which will be brought to a new height at once.
Our school should be a relatively remote school in Wuchang District, this area does not even live in the household, during the day this side is deserted, except for the wide avenue occasionally there are vehicles passing.
But there is a small alley at the back door of our school, similar to the small street out of the village in the city, 80% of which are snack bars, some snack bars are still simple sheds built by the sellers themselves, and some are actually bricked up.
The snack street is really simple, especially on summer evenings, the smell here is really not good, but this does not affect the degree of love the students have for him.
At mealtime or after class, students spontaneously flock to the snack street.
On weekends, it is the lights and green, the small hotels in the depths of the alley are lit up with red lights, making this street seem very ambiguous, and the student couples who have fallen in love will have a full meal here, and then go to the simple small hotel to open a room and spend the weekend.
Then there are batches of learners who will also run to Internet cafes after drinking and eating, boys play games, and girls chase idol dramas.
Until now, when I look back on those years, I will feel that it is the most dashing day of my life.
And the street in memory is called "Fallen Street" by us.
If the bars and nightclubs in big cities are the night paradise of white-collar workers, then this "fallen street" around the university is the happy island for students.
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The "fallen street" of our university is like a weed, very vigorous.
When the school was expanded, a piece of land connected to the house was vacated, first the surrounding residents set up a small stall to sell breakfast or something, then even Chinese food and dinner, and then until 2 a.m. it was brightly lit.
On Fallen Street, most of it is the local cuisine of Wuhan, where students will buy a bowl of hot dry noodles, bean skins or noodle nests every morning, and rush to the classroom while eating, and have enough time to sit in the shop and eat bowls of beef noodles.
Later, there were small vendors from out of town coming in, and I clearly remember that at the entrance, a very beautiful girl set up a stall to sell egg cakes.
She is a native of Henan, her teeth are particularly white when she smiles, and the burnt cake made of eggs is delicious.
And in Zhengzhou to eat the egg cake a little different, the stove to make the cake is very special, the top is the iron plate of pancakes, the bottom is used for baking cakes over an open fire, and the baked egg pancakes are not so greasy and more scorched.
There is also a noodle restaurant opened by a small couple in Shanxi, which was originally located in a remote location, so the business has been bad, but their raw fried dumpling noodles taste quite good, the noodles are all on the spot and noodles, the scene is pressed noodles, and it is very chewy to eat.
The little couple was quite affectionate, and every time they went to dinner, they would sit down and chat with us and tell us stories about their hometown.
In Fallen Street, there is a stir-fry restaurant, which is opened by locals, and the owner is a middle-aged man who likes to talk very much, and every time he goes to dinner, he only listens to him. If one day, when he is in a good mood, he will send a new dish.
It is said that their family's stir-fry chef was invited back from the big hotel, made a good Hand Sichuan cuisine, boiled meat is the best I have ever eaten, the meat slices are tender and flavorful, I once stole a teacher in the back kitchen, but in the end I did not succeed in learning, and I still do not understand what the problem is.
I still remember the year I left school, the scattered meal in our dormitory was eaten at this stir-fry restaurant.
The meal that night was still delicious, but invisibly more sour parting, and the owner of the shop accompanied us to drink more that day.
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In my senior year, there was a snack street on the new campus, which we called "Fallen Second Street", because it was far away, I once went there, and second street was more popular place for new students.
On such a noisy, low-end street, there are actually Western restaurants and small bars, and business has always been booming.
On the only time I went to Fallen Second Street, I actually met an acquaintance, the owner of the small fried shop actually opened a branch here, the business was still hot, he hurriedly greeted me and went to work.
Yes, every year he would meet new students who thought of us, and finally the new students became old, stubble after stubble, stubble after stubble, leave, come in again.
Today, when I walk around the university at home, I still feel very emotional when I see this pyrotechnic snack street.
It turns out that every university has a degenerate street, and the food on the street has nothing to do with taste, but is connected with memory.
Text | Sun Yanyan, ed. | Anin
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