Genius Girlfriend

When Lin Zhixia came out of the hospital, the sun was still shining. She let go of Jiang Yubai's hand and walked alone on the boulevard. The noise from the nearby and far reaches into her ears. She hears the noisy traffic, the crisp sound of birds, and the hurried footsteps of passers-by. However, her heart is silent, like a heavy snowfall, heavy snowdrifts. Obstruct the transmission of external sound waves.

She raised her head and peered into the sky through the cracks in the leaves.

Shen Zhaohua's words rang in her mind again. Teacher Shen finally recites Tang Yin's "Dying Poems"-it doesn't matter if you are born in Yangjian, and go to the underworld when you die. They are all similar to the underworld, only if you drift in a foreign land.

Teacher Shen is very free and easy, but Lin Zhixia is sad.

Life and death are both unsolved problems.

Lin Zhixia tried to persuade herself with various theories. Perhaps death does not mean the end of self-consciousness, but the beginning of another form of existence.

Her thinking lasted for a long time, no matter where she cut in, she couldn't believe that Shen Zhaohua was about to leave.

Lin Zhixia stopped and went on the street, Jiang Yubai followed her all the time. His silence at this time stems from the years of tacit understanding between the two. After waiting for about ten minutes, Lin Zhixia turned around and said to him, "Let's go home."

Jiang Yubai stretched out her hand, and she immediately held him, just like a ferryman wandering on the water holding onto an oar, in short, she used a lot of effort.

Jiang Yubai comforted her while taking her home.

Lin Zhixia took a long nap at home. She dreamed that Shen Zhaohua recovered and that Senior Sister Zhu Chan returned to the provincial capital from Beijing. Shen Zhaohua led her students to eat in a restaurant near the school. Everyone talked about the world, talking and laughing, celebrating the coming of the medical miracle.

But dreams and reality are about the opposite.

Shen Zhaohua's condition is still getting worse.

In July of that year, the hospital issued a critical illness notice for Shen Zhaohua's family members. Professor He Yuanqian took a two-week long vacation. Lin Zhixia was also absent-minded while working at the school.

The hot weather in midsummer made her upset by the constant hum of cicadas.

She no longer uses the computer to review student papers, but prints out the papers, puts them on the desktop, reads them line by line, and writes the comments in red pen. She writes extremely fast, and the refill is almost out of ink. When she changed the refill, the phone screen suddenly lit up, and Shen Jixuan sent her a WeChat message.

She clicked on WeChat and saw Shen Jixuan said, "Grandma is gone."

The signature pen fell from Lin Zhixia's hand, and the nib hit a piece of white paper, knocking out a dark red dot.

Shen Zhaohua's funeral was held in early August.

It was another sunny day that day, when the sun was scorching, but the funeral home was filled with coolness. The white silk flowers form a circle. Shen Zhaohua's portrait is hung in the center. The left and right sides of the hall are filled with wreaths and elegiac couplets.

This is the first time that Lin Zhixia has participated in a funeral. She had a vague understanding of death before, but everything today is so real and true. She suppressed her sadness, gave Shen Zhaohua a stick of incense, and told her from the bottom of her heart: Teacher Gu Likai was elected as the academician of this year, Sister Zhu Chan has developed very smoothly in Beijing, and my students are also making progress... I hope you Live well in the sky.

After she respected Xiang, she walked to the side and just happened to meet Shen Jixuan.

"Sorrow and change." Lin Zhixia said softly.

Shen Jixuan replied to her: "Sorrow and change."

He stood upright, with his left hand hanging on his side, his index finger clasped tightly at the base of his thumb, pressing deep finger marks. Grief and sorrow can only be expressed in subtle movements. He and his parents are trying their best to maintain the decentness of their family members. How many moments of patience are there in a person's life? For Shen Jixuan, he is facing an arduous test.

He turned his face slightly and met Lin Zhixia's eyes.

Lin Zhixia did not speak, just waiting for him to speak. He released his left hand and revealed: "The day before my grandma passed away, I called Gu Likai..."

Lin Zhixia asked hurriedly: "What did she say?"

Shen Jixuan told the truth: "Please ask Gu Likai to accept you as a student." He explained: "She doesn't remember how old you are or what year this year is."

Lin Zhixia can imagine the scene at that time. The sight made her feel uncomfortable.

After the funeral, she walked out of the funeral home. At dusk, the sun was setting, and she and Jiang Yubai were sitting side by side in the back seat of the car. Except for Jiang Yubai, no one could see her expression. Tears fell on her cheeks. She fell on Jiang Yubai's shoulder and began to sob softly.

Today’s funeral means a formal separation.

During Lin Zhixia's growth period, she hardly received any love from her grandmother or grandmother, and Shen Zhaohua happened to fill the vacancy. She is gentle, kind, knowledgeable, and well-informed, and she is also Lin Zhixia's lantern bearer.

"A person's life span is only a few decades," Lin Zhixia said with a cry, "Time flies too fast."

Jiang Yubai said slowly: "Ms. Shen once said that if you remember her, it means she didn't leave. The day we went to the aquarium for the autumn tour..."

Lin Zhixia responded: "The teacher gave me the contact information."

Jiang Yubai has only some vague impressions of the past events. He guided Lin Zhixia based on the vague memory: "You visit the laboratory, she will go with you."

"Give me a campus card for an assistant researcher," Lin Zhixia closed her eyes. "Then I can go to the university library to find books, and I can use the school computer to surf the Internet for free. I was so happy that day."

Without Jiang Yubai’s reminder, Lin Zhixia said: “She guided me to publish my first paper and gave me a bonus... Later I wanted to do quantum computing. She continued to encourage me and helped me contact Gu Likai... …"

The scenes of the past come to mind clearly. More than ten years ago, Shen Zhaohua sat in her office and handed Lin Zhixia a document recording the research prospects of quantum computing. There is a piece of strawberry candy in the center of the document. It is a candy from Teacher Shen. It is sweet and delicious.

"You are her student," Jiang Yubai's voice became deeper and deeper, "she will look at you in the sky."

The wind stopped, the light and shadow shone diagonally, he blindfolded her, and tears fell on his palm.

Lin Zhixia listened to Jiang Yubai's comfort.

Because of her special memory, everyone can live forever in her heart. As a student of Shen Zhaohua, she will also inherit a similar philosophy-considering this direction, she does feel much better.

The next morning, Lin Zhixia went to work as usual.

Life gradually calmed down, and work remained busy.

There are more than 80 scholars in the four-university joint research group organized by Lin Zhixia. Lin Zhixia is not only the deputy team leader, but also the youngest member of the team. She also has to take care of her research group and the R&D projects of quantum technology companies, so the burden on her shoulders is relatively heavy. Since the start of school in September, she has gone out early and returned late all day long, full of enthusiasm and energy.

Even if Lin Zhixia's work efficiency is extremely high, occasionally there are times when he is too busy. In order to cooperate with Lin Zhixia's work, the college hired her two assistants-both of them were newly graduated physics graduate students from our school, smart and hardworking, and often held group meetings with Lin Zhixia.

And because Tan Qianche joined the joint research group of the four universities, the academic connection between him and Lin Zhixia became closer. Tan Qianche suggested that every Thursday afternoon, he and Lin Zhixia's students could hold a group meeting together. Isn't it a good thing for everyone to learn from each other and help each other?

Lin Zhixia thought about it carefully, it seemed to make sense. She asked every student's opinion. Except for Xu Lingbo, the other students all raised their hands in favor, but Xu Lingbo's opposition did not work.

Therefore, on Thursday afternoon, the scene of the group meeting was unprecedented.

The students of Lin Zhixia and Tan Qianche gathered in a very spacious conference room. Each student had the opportunity to speak for up to ten minutes. Lin Zhixia's protégé, Fang Yiwen, took the lead. After she played, her eyes were like torches, and she exuded a breath of danger.

Sure enough, Fang Yiwen summed up her research results of the past two months in just ten minutes with extremely fast speech. Holding a marker, she smashed it **** the whiteboard: "My report today is nine minutes and thirty seconds, thank you teacher."

Lin Zhixia praised her and made a few more suggestions, which she wrote down.

Tan Qianche's speech was also very pertinent. His comments focus on different perspectives, in other words, he can also inspire Fang Yiwen.

Lin Zhixia had to admit that Tan Qianche's academic level was indeed very high. I think at the beginning, Tan Qianche was a Ph.D. under teacher Gu Likai and brought many juniors and younger sisters. He knows better than Lin Zhixia how to urge students to struggle, similar to the Indian school sister Lin Zhixia met in Cambridge.

Lin Zhixia listened to Tan Qianche while doing the group meeting record: "Fang Yiwen will graduate next year, right?"

"Yes," Lin Zhixia made clear arrangements for Fang Yiwen's future. "Many 985 university recruiters now require overseas experience. I contacted Fang Yiwen's MIT research group and waited for her to graduate next year. She will go to MIT as a postdoc."

Xu Lingbo was speaking on stage, and Tan Qianche was too lazy to listen to him, and only whispered to Lin Zhixia: "The boss of MIT trusts her because it is for your face. If she does not perform well, it will affect your reputation. "

Lin Zhixia fastened her pen cap: "You..."

"Huh?" Tan Qianche was extremely patient with her.

Lin Zhixia said: "After the group meeting is over, let's talk again. I want to listen to the students' report first."

The meeting room was very quiet at this time, and Xu Lingbo just got stuck. He thought Tan Qianche was chatting with Lin Zhixia, but he heard Lin Zhixia say that she would first listen to the student's report.

Lin Zhixia is used to a fast-paced life and is very busy with daily work. Her time is extremely precious-Xu Lingbo certainly knows this. But as Lin Zhixia's student, he will always be the bottom one. The new school girl is hundreds of times better than him. Zhan Rui also leaves him far behind. Lin Zhixia never criticizes him, even respects him very much, and is willing to listen to him talk nonsense at the group meeting.

He stopped suddenly and looked at Lin Zhixia: "Mr. Lin."

"What's wrong?" Lin Zhixia reminded him, "You just mentioned that you used tensorflow to make solubility predictions."

Xu Lingbo took a sharp breath.

He took a step forward and said bravely: "Mr. Lin! I'm not fully prepared. This month's group meeting...I won't participate! You give me another month..."

Before Lin Zhixia spoke, Tan Qianche's student Cui Yiming interrupted: "If you are in our group, you will definitely be postponed."

It is not the first time that Xu Lingbo has been humiliated by Cui Yiming. He has long been used to this humiliation. In the past, he always endured silently, but today, he wants to fight for his breath.

He straightened his chest proudly and pulled back a round for Lin Zhixia: "How do you know Teacher Lin will not postpone me, maybe I postpone it tomorrow?"

Lin Zhixia interrupted their dispute: "Well, don't discuss irrelevant matters at the group meeting."

Tan Qianche criticized his students by name: "Cui Yiming, you apologize to student Xu."

Lin Zhixia originally thought that it was impossible for a student like Cui Yiming to apologize in public. However, Cui Yiming hesitated for a moment before squeezing out: "Sorry, student Xu."

Lin Zhixia glanced at her watch and said, "Xu Lingbo, you asked me to give you one month, but you don’t have the time for you, but you own it. In another eight months, your third graduate school It’s over. The choice of postponing, dropping out, graduating on time, and graduating with excellence is all in your own hands."

Xu Lingbo did not reply.

He bowed deeply to Lin Zhixia, then he picked up his schoolbag, walked out of the conference room slowly, and ran to the library like crazy.

The group meeting is still going on.

Lin Zhixia's new student Chen Shihan performed outstandingly. She seems to be Fang Yiwen's successor, with keen thinking and quick response.

The communication between Lin Zhixia and Chen Shihan is very smooth-this is why Lin Zhixia likes to be a teacher. One of her goals in life is to train generations of young people to grow up with the students one after another.

After this group meeting was over, it was almost six o'clock in the evening, and the students went to the cafeteria for dinner, and Lin Zhixia and Tan Qianche stayed in the meeting room.

Lin Zhixia packed her backpack and said to Tan Qianche: "Fang Yiwen is very capable and likes to do research. I recommend Fang Yiwen to MIT because I believe her."

Tan Qianche stood up from his seat. He rolled up a lesson plan and sandwiched it between his arm and body: "Some doctoral students have good papers and good academic resumes, but they can't do independent scientific research..."

Lin Zhixia said without hesitation: "My student, I understand, you don't need to say more."

"Fang Yiwen is okay under your hand," Tan Qianche and Lin Zhixia walked side by side, "I mean, don't pay too much attention to the students, and arrange for each one of them. You are still young and you have to spend your time freely. Personally. You are born to be an academic material, and there is a technology company that should be able to do an earth-shattering career, little sister."

The sky was dim, and the twilight was in all directions, and Tan Qianche's shadow fell in front of Lin Zhixia. He is over thirty years old and still very young, his face looks more handsome in the light of the campus lights, just like a few years ago.

Lin Zhixia said carefully, "You... have changed a little. When I was undergraduate, you often helped Yang Shuwen."

"I was young then." Tan Qianche replied. He wears an expensive Swiss watch. He glanced down at the dial.

Lin Zhixia asked again: "I think the laboratory exploded back then. You took me to the hospital to help Teacher Gu clean up the mess. Was it a waste of time?"

Tan Qianche chuckled and stopped arguing with her. When they walked out of the north gate of the school, they just ran into Jiang Yubai-he seemed to have his own halo, which made people unable to ignore. Tan Qianche stopped and said hello to him. He replied politely: "I Come to pick up Teacher Lin from get off work."

Lin Zhixia took Jiang Yubai's arm directly: "How long have you waited?"

Jiang Yubai said, "I just got out of the car."

Lin Zhixia's tone was particularly cheerful: "Great, I just left school."

Jiang Yubai looked at her and smiled. The depth of affection between the two is simply self-evident.

Tan Qianche stood there, watching them get in the car and leave. The cold wind of late autumn blew through his hair, and he looked into the deep night sky and saw the Vega in Lyra.

Vega is the brightest in autumn, located in the southeast of the night sky. And the city of Shanghai is also located to the southeast of the provincial capital—this grotesque idea only appeared for a few seconds before being left behind by Tan Qianche. She was married a long time ago, he thought to himself.

The wind was falling leaves, and the car was speeding along the road.

Lin Zhixia sat upright in the back of the car, but with her left hand resting on Jiang Yubai's lap, she quietly drew a circle with her fingers through a pair of pants with excellent fabric.

Jiang Yubai held her finger. She turned her head, and he kissed her on the cheek, which made her laugh. After a while, she asked, "Have you seen your cousin?"

Last month, Jiang Yubai's family welcomed a new member—Jessica's daughter, and Jiang Shaoqi became a father. Jiang Shaoqi was so excited that he didn't fall asleep all night, flipping through the dictionary to name his daughter. It's a pity that he went abroad to study after graduating from junior high school, and his language level was really not good. He searched through a dictionary and never came up with a suitable name.

Jessica is not much better than Jiang Shaoqi. Although Jessica is of Singaporean Chinese descent, she uses her English name and her Chinese attainments are relatively average. In the end, Jessica's father came forward and chose a good name based on the birth date of his granddaughter.

After Jiang Yubai introduced the origin of his cousin's name, Lin Zhixia said: "I want a daughter too."

Jiang Yubai thought, and pressed her ears and asked, "When will we be born?"

"Wait," Lin Zhixia was a little shy, "I'm only twenty-three years old and don't want to get pregnant for the time being."

Jiang Yubai is very foresighted: "First give your daughter a name."

Lin Zhixia remembered the "Linjiang Robot" she and Jiang Yubai created together. She paused, and said a word: "Lin..."

"Lin Changying," Jiang Yubai asked, "How about this name?"

Lin Zhixia nodded and said sincerely, "Good name!"