Shenhai University, Dormitory, 207.

The phone rang unwillingly under the pillow. Even sitting on the other end of the bed, Xie Yongqing could still feel its indomitable vitality. He didn't remember when he last charged it, but it still vibrated and was extremely vibrant. He didn't go to pick it up, nor did he dare to pick it up, as if the one that was putting it was not a cell phone, but a box with a devil closed, and as soon as he moved, he would jump out and swallow him.

The information and experimental reports on the bed were full of information and experimental reports, which were like a natural moat, giving him some false sense of security. Xie Yongqing stared at the pillow on the other side of the moat, and unconsciously competing with his mobile phone to be patient. Finally, he won, and the mobile phone stopped moving.

Maybe it was just a power outage. Xie Yongqing thought that he had the courage to go over and answer his phone now, 27 unread text messages, 27 unread text messages, 22 Han Le, one mother, 24 Yan Tian, ​​42 unread phone calls, 42 Yan Tian…

"Why don't you answer the phone?"

"Received quick return."

"I know my mother's request is a bit too much, but she is also doing it for my own good. If you have any opinions, you can ask in person. What's the point of leaving? You are still a man."

"Don't always use jobs as an excuse!"

"I have thought about it seriously these two days and want to find you to talk to you."

"Add the phone! Answer the phone! Answer the phone!!!"

"Xie Yongqing, what do you mean? Do you break up?"

...

"I know you're in the dormitory, open the door!"

"If you don't call before 6 o'clock, I'll think we've broken up."

Xie Yongqing glanced out the window. The sun was shaking on the city horizon. The dim light was projecting faintly along the gaps of the building, but it made his eyes hurt. Xie Yongqing glanced at his phone at 5:18.

Compared to Yan Tian’s highly repetitive and meaningless text messages, the mother’s text messages are much more concise: “Your dad’s anger has almost disappeared, so take the time to go home.”

That is, Han Le's one can make him smile a little: "Qiao Yiyu opened a milk tea shop and dragged the blessing of a rich second generation. The business is booming, and it's at the ** subway station."

Another irrelevant one: "Your mother and Yan Tian have called you to ask about your situation these days. I lied to them that you were a closed experiment. If you receive it, call them."

The cause of the contradiction is actually very simple, it is the difference in each other's attitudes to life caused by the house - whether it is the difference between him and his parents, or the difference between him and his "prospective parents-in-law", or even Yan Tian. His parents hope that he can make money, Yan Tian hopes that he can stabilize as soon as possible, and Yan Tian's family hopes that he can settle in Shenhai. The three wishes in these three aspects are actually largely the same - that is, he hopes that Xie Yongqing gets married and buys a house as soon as possible, but this is not Xie Yongqing's wish. Perhaps Xie Yongqing once longed for such a standard life. If the conditions are sufficient or largely sufficient, Xie Yongqing would not reject such a life. But the problem now is that his conditions are too far away from this life, so that if he insists on crossing this gap, his entire life may collapse.

The last time she went to Yan Tian’s house for dinner, her parents tactfully tested whether she had the intention to buy a house in Shenhai. Xie Yongqing did not shy away from her and her family’s financial conditions and said bluntly that she had no such plan - even if she had plans, she would not have the financial ability. However, Yan Tian’s parents seemed not interested in this issue, and they had been prepared for it long ago - just like all other parents who care about the next generation, Yan Tian’s parents planned to let the two families share the down payment for the house.

Xie Yongqing did not answer this question directly at that time, but said that he had something to do and left, because before that he was not prepared for this topic at all - he had been talking to Yan Tian for more than a month. Of course, according to Yan Tian's own statement, she had actually liked Xie Yongqing for a year or two, but in Xie Yongqing's concept of time, Yan Tian was just a month's girlfriend. Not to mention talking about marriage, he was worried about whether he would continue to develop. He didn't even know how much Yan Tian could spend in a month.

As the two of them quarreled over this issue more and more fiercely, Xie Yongqing began to doubt whether his impulse was worth it at the beginning. In Yan Tian, ​​perhaps also the ideal of all women, their current boyfriends and future husbands may not be rich, but they must have confidence, responsibility, and ambition. It seems that only in this way can the two of them live happily together forever. But Xie Yongqing is very self-aware that he is not such a person. What he and Yan Tian think about is completely different. Yan Tian has even begun to plan the issue of their children going to elementary school. But what Xie Yongqing is thinking about is that today's experiment results are somewhat abnormal. It is as if his parents have considered him what to do if he can't live in the future, but Xie Yongqing is thinking about how to live better today.

As for mortgage loans, Xie Yongqing never even thought about this possibility in his biggest nightmare - he could not imagine what kind of situation he would be forced to work every month by loans. In Xie Yongqing's view, this is to find a pair of handcuffs for himself and tie it up, not to mention that according to his current income, he may not be able to pay the loan at all. Even if he successfully passed the doctoral exam, he would not get much improvement in the project according to his plan. The high-risk virus research that Xie Yongqing has been paying attention to is difficult to obtain funding in China because it is strictly controlled by the state - he could almost imagine that the possible day, even if his family does not deliberately put pressure on him, he would unconsciously measure between ideals and reality.

In fact, if he talks about a thousand words, he shouldn't fall in love at all according to his current conditions. This not only distracts himself from life, but also makes himself bored at work. Several times when doing experiments, Xie Yongqing even thought that he was busy in the laboratory for less than 100 yuan a day. What's the point of continuing like this? Did he always be wrong before? Is he living for this little money after reading books for so many years?

However, this idea just flashed like a spark. I stared at the mice in the isolation box, imagined that the viral RNA chains were constantly replicating themselves in their bodies, and the cells were like factories hijacked by a group of terrorists, imagining that the tiniest life form in nature increased rapidly at an exponential growth rate, imagining that the immune system in animals began to play a role, resisted tenaciously, imagining that life was in this micro-brutal battle that eventually produced this colorful world. How could all this be meaningless? Isn’t this a life I have always been looking forward to and enjoying in it? In life, shouldn’t we just live for what we like?

5.57, Xie Yongqing unconsciously fiddled with his phone, browsing the address book over and over again, and finally stopped at the word Yan Tian. He brewed a lot of words in his mind and wanted to muster up the courage to say it in one breath, but in the end it was not. In this hesitation, time leaped over second after second, 5.58, 5.59.

"Pongpong". The door rang at this time, Xie Yongqing breathed a sigh of relief, stood up and opened the door.

...

"Why do you seem absent-minded recently?" Professor Liu looked at him at the door and said, then walked straight into the dormitory, sat down beside the bed, picked up several printed papers piled on the bed, and then looked at them, "It's the same in the laboratory. I've been distracted several times. Is something wrong at home?"

"It's okay," Xie Yongqing shook his head, and even unintentionally concealed the disappointment in his eyes, "Maybe I've slept less at night."

"You are now laying the foundation. Why do you work so hard? You should pay more attention to specifications and learning when working in the laboratory. Don't think about innovation all day long. The most important thing in scientific research is to be patient, serious, step by step, and accumulate strength." Professor Liu repeated a few catchphrases again. When he spoke, the documents in his hand were changing, and finally his movements stopped.

"What is this?" Professor Liu pointed to the several issues of "Material Science and Technology" pressing under the sheets, and asked, "What are you going to do? Didn't you say last time that your paper was influenza? Why is it related to the materials? The most important thing in doing research is to determine the direction..."

This is the problem of the old man. Maybe it’s because he is used to being a leader, or maybe it’s because he is old and speaks like a flood. I don’t know when it will stop. Xie Yongqing could only take the time to explain: “Just take a look and distract yourself.”

"Look at it casually?" The old man obviously didn't have this easy to fool. "If you want to take a casually, you need to take an electron microscope?"

This sentence made Xie Yongqing sweat almost suddenly: "How could you know..."

"I don't know what else is going on in the whole school," Professor Liu smiled. After seeing Xie Yongqing's face wrong, he said, "Your thesis progress is so slow, and the direction has not been settled yet. I can't even see what you are doing? Not to mention that you are still under my name."

"I have basically decided on the topic, but I haven't had time to tell you yet," Xie Yongqing didn't know what he was talking about. "It's about flu mutation, and I can use some of the data from this project."

Professor Liu stretched out one hand and placed it in front of Xie Yongqing: "Where is the material?"

Xie Yongqing's face changed: "...what material?"

"What else can I do?" Professor Liu smiled kindly and kindly, but in Xie Yongqing's opinion, it was simply cold. "It's just the materials for sending films... The experiment should be done secretly outside the school, and it keeps it confidential to me. What can I do for you? After all, the conditions in our school are limited, and I can send you to the Chinese Academy of Sciences. With this in the future, it's easy for you to apply for a project... Don't worry about this now, it's not too late to concentrate on passing your doctoral thesis first and then consider these."

Xie Yongqing is a fool and doesn't believe this kind of nonsense. When he was choosing a doctoral supervisor, he had already learned about Professor Liu in detail. He thought he still had some understanding of him. At that time, he chose to take the doctoral exam because he had a strong relationship in the domestic biology and academic circles and might have a better development. But on the other hand, Xie Yongqing naturally could also see that Professor Liu was able to publish one or two articles every year in important foreign academic journals, or even more high-quality papers every year. Moreover, these papers were in the name of his joint research with several students. Of course, the first author must be him. Xie Yongqing, who has been with him for more than a year, naturally knew that Professor Liu did not seem to be too interested in the laboratory, so his papers...

Not to mention in China, even abroad, it is common for teachers to take students' research results for themselves. Students' scientific research resources are limited. Just like Xie Yongqing, he has to keep a film under the name of the old man's project. If he goes through the program by himself, it will not be his turn. If he really makes such a fuss, he will not be able to explain it clearly - the old man is okay. He said in front of him, which means that he can bargain. From the meaning of the old man's words, as long as he turns a blind eye, he will probably have no problem with his doctoral thesis. If he encounters a little dark heart and publishes it without saying a word, he will be unable to cry at that time.

If this matter is only related to Xie Yongqing himself, he has no better choice at this moment. At most, he will be more expensive. For example, if he is living in a difficult situation, he needs more subsidies. He will squeeze out more oil and water in the old man's project, and then try to find various reasons to delay the progress. It is best to delay it until he defends his doctoral degree in two years - make sure that the other party will not regret it, and then delay it for a few years. But now this is not only Xie Yongqing's business, but also related to his promise to Han Le, and even Qiao Yiyu's life - although Xie Yongqing knows nothing about Qiao Yiyu, he knows that the whole thing is caused by himself. Since he has guaranteed Han Le, he cannot let accidents happen to him.

"Oh, you said that," Xie Yongqing smiled deliberately, "I don't see the expected results. It just so happened that the project here was just beginning, so I threw it away."

"Don't throw it away?" Professor Liu looked at him and sneered slightly. Obviously he would not believe such nonsense, but he continued to ask, "Then the production process is still there, right?"

"No," Xie Yongqing shook his head in extreme disappointment, "I repeated it several times later as the original method, mainly evaporating and condensing, but all failed. Later, I tried other ones, but it never reappeared. It seemed that it was just an accident."

"Oh, is that right?" Professor Liu stared at Xie Yongqing and asked meaningfully, "That would be a pity."

After saying that, he stood up and walked out of the door. After opening the door, he looked at the time and said, "It's already six and twenty, you haven't eaten yet."

Xie Yongqing is now full of brains and still has time to eat, but just nods subconsciously.

"Then go and eat quickly. Come to the laboratory early in the evening and work overtime," the old man stepped out of the door with his hands behind his back, "The project progress has been a bit slow recently."

The door was always open and the window was also open. The wind in the corridor kept blowing towards the window through this passage, making a lot of information on the bed rustling. Xie Yongqing was like a pile of meat with bones removed, slowly falling down the bed pole. The wind in Shenhai in March was still so bone-broken, but Xie Yongqing didn't notice it at all. He just subconsciously clenched the phone in his hand, so that his joints were aching faintly.

When the consciousness finally recovered, the sky was completely dark, and the white lights lit up in the teaching building in the distance. Xie Yongqing walked to the windowsill and stared blankly at the lawn outside the door. There was also a group of college students who were squirming and talking loudly about the details of the game. For some reason, he suddenly remembered Han Le. According to Han Le himself, four years of college were equivalent to spending his time playing games in an Internet cafe.

When Han Le was fighting in an Internet cafe, he might have been reading books in the study room in the distance. The education Xie Yongqing received since childhood was that as long as he was willing to study hard, he would definitely pay off in the future. If he had known that there would be such a day now, would he still do that in the past?

Unless he is a fool, Xie Yongqing laughed at himself, how many wonderful days have he wasted... While thinking about this, he picked up his phone, and looked at the interface still stuck on the column of Yan Tian, ​​and he chose to dial with his fingers.

A nice song "Marxa Flower" came from the speaker of the phone. Xie Yongqing took a deep breath of cold air and tried to calm his mind. He felt that he should talk to the other party calmly and say all the thoughts he had never said before. No matter what the result was, he admitted it - can the situation be worse than it is now? Xie Yongqing could not have imagined.

The phone was connected soon, and Yan Tian's voice came out, but it was far less sweet than he had heard before: "Why are you calling me? Don't tell me that you didn't see my text message! Or is your phone shut down?"

"I want to talk to you well," Xie Yongqing's voice sounded like a dead person, without any ups and downs, "That's what I think about the house..."

"What time is it now?" Yan Tian asked on the other side of the phone.

"Just that was..."

"I'll ask what time it is now."

Xie Yongqing laughed out a slutty smile outside the window. He felt that his last little patience disappeared with Yan Tian's words. He actually took the phone back and looked at it: "6:34."

"Okay, your watch is not wrong," Yan Tian sneered, "Goodbye." After saying that, she hung up the phone, then put her phone on the table, and made a secret decision in her heart--if Xie Yongqing didn't make enough 40 calls, she would never answer.

But things were beyond her expectations. After waiting for about 10 minutes, the phone was still quiet. Yan Tian even secretly checked whether the phone was owed or not - it turned out that there was no.
Chapter completed!