Beijing's clock first crossed the border of midnight, and the night became deeper.

And south of San Francisco Bay, the rising sun is the rising sun.

“…eptmyresignationasbenefits…”

resignation.

The letter was written in hand, with flowers in a row, clean, smooth and beautiful, and like font art—but at this moment, the chair of the Computer Science Department of Stanford completely lost the intention of appreciation.

Because of that word.

resignation.

Resignation.

And because the person who submitted the resignation-

After taking off the reading glasses, the white-haired department director raised his eyes and looked at the handsome man in front of him: Since he entered the school at the age of sixteen, he has been the key training target for their department and even the entire stanford.

And he really lived up to expectations.

From the youngest ph.d, to lecturers, teaching assistants, professors.

stanford is the youngest and most brilliant scientific research star now.

yan.

Resign?

The department chair neither understands nor is he willing to agree easily: if one of them is lost, how much time, energy, money and effort will they have to wait and train the second one?

Thinking of this, the first reaction of the department chair was to dissuade him: "Yan, have you encountered any difficulties? It was in life, work, or interpersonal communication-" Because of excitement, the department chair was a little incoherent and said as for the stuttering: "No matter which one it is, we can talk about it, yan."

"Mr. boaler," Yan's lips slightly spread: "I didn't encounter any difficulties."

"It's my family who is in trouble."

After the thin lenses, his eyes calmly and restrained.

It seems that the man who used to be unable to protect his wife still cannot protect his daughter.

That's the case-

Then let's change him.

At the same time, the single ward of Tongren Hospital was quiet and filled with scenes.

It was already dark, and only the mottled lights of the room were the shadows of the mottled lights, which were sometimes wandering, but silently.

On such a quiet night, Yan Ge had a dream.

She knew clearly that it was just her dream.

Because she saw her mother.

I saw my mother, so it was a dream.

My mother is still the mother she remembers. She has a good temper, always smiles, and can play the piano for her... There is no change.

Although, she hasn't seen her mother again for a long time.

Apart from photos, except in dreams.

I met again after a long time, so I had tears.

There was also a hand stroke, which wiped the corners of her eyes, which was very light. It made her feel at ease for no reason.

They are all in dreams.

...

The glimmer was hazy, but it was dazzling to the person who had just woken up. From instinct, Yan Ge raised his hand a little, but was also held by Kuanre's hand the next time. "Xiao Ge." He held her wrist and asked her immediately: "...How is it? Is it okay?"

Familiar voice.

The movement to lift was forcibly paused. In the floating light and shadow, Yan Ge blinked his eyelashes slightly, and then he fixed his eyes: the middle-aged man who was dressed in the past had a stubble at the jaw and black green was also growing in his eyes.

Just one night passed.

In a flash, Zeng Cheng stared at his daughter's face.

He is obviously a person who is not bloody in the market. If he is annexed or bought at the bottom, billions of flowing streams will not move his eyebrows. He will always be gentle and elegant, graceful, and not express his emotions.

At this moment, the tension was obvious.

It's messed up.

This kind of Zengcheng was something Yan Ge had never seen before.

She was stunned for a moment, then shook her head, "I'm fine."

Zeng Cheng looked at her for a few more seconds, and his eyebrows were slightly aware of his eyes, "Are you hungry?" But he didn't seem to be asking for advice. After this sentence, he took his cell phone: "I'll ask someone to send me some porridge."

"..." Yan Ge is actually not too hungry.

After being slightly poisoned, there was still a residual reaction. She felt slightly dizzy and nausea, and she didn't really want to eat now.

But the fatigue is right in front of you, it is clear, obvious, and cannot be ignored.

So if you refuse, it will be blocked in your throat.

The phone dialed, Zeng Cheng turned his head, "What kind of porridge do you want to eat?"

Yan Ge pursed his lips, "Tremella, red dates."

Zeng Cheng smiled gently, "Okay."

My daughter asked for red dates of tremella, and my father reported them.

Later, the doctor did an examination, the nurse came to pull the window, and the tremella porridge was also sent by the delivery staff. The doctor had no problem with the examination, and it would be better if he hung it for a long time to recuperate.

The hot porridge was filled with the fragrance of red dates, the black rice was cooked with sticky texture, and the tremella was spooned and then dropped down - the heat of this bowl of porridge was just right.

The porridge that has just been out of the pot is hot and scooped tightly into the porridge. It takes several sips to become warm and cool.

After repeated several times, Yan Ge took half an hour to drink porridge.

The porridge was gone, and the environmentally friendly paper cups for the porridge were empty. Zeng Cheng took it and threw it into the trash can, handed it over again, and asked, "Are you still hungry?"

Yan Ge shook his head, and this time he replied with a denial: "Don't be hungry."

"Do you want to drink water?"

"..." Actually, she didn't want it either. She just drank a bowl of porridge, which was equivalent to drinking half a glass of water.

But facing the sight, she nodded.

In the infusion bottle, the glucose drops silently. From the bottle to the tube, one drop, two drops, blend into the traceless.

After drinking water, the second hand walked on the dial of the wall clock.

Tick, tick.

The hour hand pointed to ten o'clock, and Qiyue Tianhua's working hours had already passed.

What's more, this person around me always goes out early and comes back late.

Yan Ge looked at the time, then looked at Zeng Cheng.

"I won't go to the company these two days," said Zeng Cheng.

He didn't say what the reason for not going to the company, but he already understood it very well.

Yan Ge replied.

The father and daughter got along quietly, but after a long period of time, there was no need to observe. Therefore, Yan Ge left the hospital that afternoon.

During this period, she also understood the causes and consequences of the arson case.

Mao Keyi is a music that moves sound.

Sound Music wants to sign yourself.

The cake of interest was touched, so there was a subsequent follow-up filming black material.

As for what happened later, she knew everything.

The black material was counterattacked, Mao Keyi was hidden, and her career was ruined for several years. Due to her personality, she went to extremes.

So I took the gasoline and walked into Shanglinyuan Mansion on the evening of August 20th.

Yan Ge was blocked in the independent bathroom, the fire gradually grew and the oxygen was exhausted. At that time, the scene of cupping and drinking in the private room was lively, and no one noticed how long she had left-

Except him.

Her idol is the first to find her.

Yan Ge's cell phone was left at the dining table in the private room, but was later taken to the car by Zeng Cheng. After leaving the yard and returning to Qingyi Garden, the property was returned to the original owner.

As soon as the screen was opened, countless news exploded.

There are guests on the same program, including her classmates in elementary school and junior high school, and people who have worked with each other, such as Shen Lan, Su Qiaoqiao, Pei Jie and Su Zi, who send them all care and worry.

And brother's.
To be continued...