After exposing the vest, she became a god overnight

When Song Jing went back, the other people eating noodles in the noodle shop had already left, leaving only their table.

Qin Yicheng didn't know why Song Jing rushed out suddenly, he was worried and didn't eat.

The three bowls of noodles were all lumpy on the table.

"Little Uncle." Qin Yicheng got up and went out when he saw Song Jing coming back, stepped down three steps in a hurry, and almost fell down.

Song Jing stepped forward and supported him with his hands, "What's the hurry?"

"You. Why did you run out suddenly?"

"I saw a figure that looked like my father, I chased him out to have a look, it wasn't." Song Jing walked back to the shop and sat down.

Qin Yicheng's expression changed, he sat back and lowered his voice, "Didn't your father already..."

The proprietress came over, "Xiaojing, Doctor Qin, your noodles are all lumpy, I'll give you three new bowls."

"You don't need auntie, you can still eat it, don't waste it." Song Jing stirred it twice with chopsticks, and began to eat the noodles with his head bowed.

Qin Yicheng also smiled, "Thank you lady boss, just get us two bowls of noodle soup."

"All right." The proprietress replied with a smile, and went to get them two bowls of hot noodle soup.

"Little uncle, did you find out some other news?"

"Someone gave me a hint that my parents might still be alive." Song Jing ate the noodles seriously without raising his head.

Qin Yicheng's eyes lit up twice, "That's a good thing."

"It would be good for me if my parents were alive, but not necessarily for them."

Qin Yicheng's expression froze, and he suddenly realized the meaning hidden in Song Jing's words.

Song Jing's parents are still alive, but they have never come to look for her in the past ten years. Given the relationship between them, this is impossible.

Then there is only one possibility, even if her parents are alive, they do not have personal freedom.

Thinking of the good is just being imprisoned, thinking of the bad... Then I dare not think about it at all.

No wonder Song Jing was so anxious to chase after seeing a similar figure just now.

Qin Yicheng: "Then what are you going to do now?"

"Continue to investigate." Song Jing ate a bowl of noodles and changed to another bowl. "The more they move, the better it is for me. If they don't move, the clues I can investigate are limited."

"But you will be more dangerous." Qin Yicheng frowned.

Song Jing chewed his noodles and looked up at him, hooked the corners of his mouth, swallowed the noodles in his mouth, his eyes were full of evil red eyes, "Do you think I could live to this day if I was afraid of danger?"

Qin Yicheng was choked and speechless.

Although he didn't know everything about Song Jing, he still had a rough idea.

He knew that his little uncle was always stepping on the tip of a knife to move forward.

Fortunately, now there is an extra banquet, at least a pair of shoulders that the little uncle can rely on.

Qin Yicheng changed the subject, "Little uncle, what do you think about the progress of this research?"

Song Jing's drooping eyelashes trembled. After eating the last mouthful of noodles, he drank all the noodle soup before saying, "My parents want to save my life."

"Old Qin, do you know what Fuyao is?"

Qin Yicheng was taken aback by her nonsensical question, "I don't know. What is it?"

Song Jing didn't answer, got up and took out his mobile phone to scan the QR code to pay, and left the beef noodle shop.

A gust of wind is blowing, bringing with it the unique mountain atmosphere of the town, it is already a bit cool.

Fuyao is the wind.

The genetic research done by her parents is not to continue their previous gene rewriting research, but to correct the gene rewriting.

They must have known the sequelae of gene rewriting, so they left the original research institute and secretly opened this research institute to do reverse research.

They wanted to save her, to let her be free like the wind for the rest of her life.

But how could they escape the control of that organization, so if they didn't die in the car accident in Daxi Mountain, then they were imprisoned for ten years.

Trade their freedom for hers!

"Little uncle, wait for me." Qin Yicheng chased after him, "It's still a lot colder in the mountains in September, have you come here to bring a coat?"

"No." Song Jing walked forward, "It won't be cold out of the research institute."

Song Jing stayed in the research institute for ten days, ignoring any news from the outside world, and only immersed himself in the research of new genetic developments with Qin Yishen's team.

"No, I can't push down, and I failed again."

After the third defeat, everyone was a little tired.

"Hey, I thought I could progress faster after I had a breakthrough, but it still failed."

"It is already a big breakthrough to make progress this time. We continue to do experiments and always find the correct gene sequence."

The other researchers in the research team started to analyze the data again, and everyone put their heads together to make inferences.

Song Jing frowned and said nothing.

Qin Yicheng turned his head towards the door, "Go out?"

Song Jing headed.

The two went out and changed into sterile clothes. Song Jing took out his mobile phone and transferred all the money in the card to the account of the research institute, "I have transferred the funds, and you continue to study. I have other things and I have to go back to school go."

Qin Yicheng glanced at the extra money in the account, "How much do you have left?"

Song Jing glanced at the balance of the card, 326.78.

"More than 300."

Qin Yicheng sighed, "I know you are anxious about the research here, and genetic research is indeed a bottomless pit of burning money, but you don't have to keep nothing for yourself every time you transfer money. Now the season is changing again, and you have to buy a coat. I Give you a turn."

"No need." Song Jing shook his phone, "Now someone is worrying about this for me."

Qin Yicheng saw the name of the call she was dialing on the screen of her mobile phone, and suddenly felt that she had been stuffed with dog food.

"gone."

Song Jing went to Qin Yicheng's office, took off his white coat, picked up his backpack and left the institute.

The clinic at the research institute has a lot of patients today, and the change of season is the season of high incidence of influenza.

Song Jing walked out of the clinic, but the call he dialed was still not connected.

"In the computer room?" Song Jing frowned, and flipped through the messages he had received during this period.

Browsing casually, I turned to Shiyan's dialog box, and two or three messages were sent every day, but she and Qin Yicheng stayed in the research institute and didn't see these messages.

"Are you angry?"

"Xiaojing, are you going back?" The beef noodle proprietress at the entrance of the alley greeted with a smile.

"Yes. Goodbye, auntie." Song Jing nodded politely, walked to the entrance of the elementary school next door, crossed the road, and waited for the bus on the opposite side.

She has to go to the city by car first, and then go to the plane.The flight was booked last night.

Song Jing got on the bus and dialed the phone again, this time it only rang three times before answering.

"Which one?" Shi Yan's cold voice came from the other end of the phone.

Sure enough, I was angry.

Song Jing leaned back in his chair and raised his legs, "I'm looking for a banquet."

"who are you?"

"It's a little difficult to introduce." Song Jing curled his lips, "I said I was his father, he said I was his ancestor, who do you think I am?"