Fast Time Travel Novel Improver

Li Yuanfu never thought that life would be so comfortable and smooth.He got the love he dreamed of, his doctoral life came to an end, and the National Academy of Engineering was where he would stay after graduation.

Soon after, he became a foreign academician of the Academy of Engineering, a veritable scientist.Among a group of tall, fat Yankees with blond hair and white skin, how out of place is this tall, thin Chinese with black hair.

But even so, no one dared to underestimate him.People in the academic world know that there is a smart brain hidden in his seemingly ordinary head.The baptism of academics makes him always elegant; he doesn't need to hold a cane to put on airs, his knowledge is his temperament.

He and his lover are like glue.They've been to the beach and watched the sea hand in hand.There, the water lapped at their insteps.Looking into the distance, the lights of the bustling city are circulating there, the lights on the sea bridge are busy moving, and the sound of rolling the asphalt ground can be faintly heard.

The hustle and bustle of the world did not distract him.The light was so dim, but he could still catch the sparkle in Song Yaze's eyes, and even more feel the moisture of his lips, wrapping his waist around the place where his nose and breath blended, and kissed him affectionately.

He is the most romantic scientist.

Song Yaze graduated. Unlike Xu Yinliang's return to China, he chose to continue his studies.Li Yuanfu once asked him why, he smiled lightly, put down the book in his hand, and said, "I want to be worthy of you."

Graduate courses are tightly scheduled, and he is busy with his studies and thesis every day.Funding for liberal arts majors is not as large as that for science majors, and he sometimes has to pay back money to complete projects.At this moment, the bad news came.

【Brother: My father died of illness last week, the family home has been divided, and the situation is bleak.I have a mother and three children, so I really don't have the energy to afford your school expenses.I will give you one hundred dollars now, and I will not send you any money in the future.I hope you cherish yourself!

——Big Brother Song Xiangqi]

Li Yuanfu glanced at the telegram, balled it up, threw it into the trash can, and said with a smile, "It's okay, I'll come."

Song Yaze smiled back.He naturally accepted Li Yuanfu's generosity, neither humble nor overbearing.

……

The long-awaited holiday finally came, and Song Yaze took a breath of relief.

In the past, he would always take advantage of his holidays to flip through philosophy with great interest; but after he really went deep into the theory, he lost the enthusiasm that was similar to freshness.More often, he would sit in the backyard, still holding coffee in his hand, and Li Yuanfu was still sitting across from him, but there was no book on his lap anymore.

The raindrops fell like silver needles, piercing the banana leaves, and the leaves were beaten straight.The lovers sat in the backyard as usual, the already wet picture blurred by the heat rising from the coffee cups.The sound of pattering rain was a barrier, separating them from the outside world.

Li Yuanfu turned his head and stared at the person across the table.Song Yaze raised his head slightly, looking at the sky like a gray curtain.Because of the rain, there was a faint mist around his eyelashes.

Suddenly, Li Yuanfu's heart ached. "Yaze?" he called softly.

Song Yaze looked back at him, with mist still in his eyes, adding a touch of tenderness to those black eyes.

"I'm on vacation for a few days." Li Yuanfu stood up, walked behind his chair, knelt down and hugged him from behind. "I'll take you on a trip. No matter where you go, you've worked too hard."

Song Yaze chuckled, and the mist was also dispelled by the smile.He gently caressed Li Yuanfu's slightly cool hands, took them down and put them in his palms, trying to warm them up. "You really understand me, Yuanfu." He turned his face and said softly, "I want to go to Walden Pond." He added.

Walden Pond is not far from home.Packing their luggage and carrying their violins, they drove there the next day.

The two walked on the yellow fallen leaves, making the sound of dry leaves breaking.The gravel-covered road twists and turns, and next to it is the obsidian-like Walden Pond, with ducks wagging their tails on it.Yellow mushrooms stick to the dead wood and grow in strange postures; occasionally fallen leaves split open and the sun slowly falls to the ground.It is peaceful and desolate here.

Walking to the lake, seeing the gray duck turning its head and nibbling its feathers, Li Yuanfu said with a smile, "Thoreau will live here for so long."

"He is a genius, but he is lonely." Song Yaze looked at a row of yellow and green trees in the distance, "I am luckier than him, because I met you."

Li Yuanfu's heart tightened, and he said, "You and I are both lonely people." He took Song Yaze's hand and stroked the thin calluses on his palm.

"Yaze. Do you still remember... the ideal you once told me?" He pondered, "You said that to make China strong, we must improve the field of literature and thought? Do you remember?"

"I remember." Song Yaze said with certainty. "In this regard, I agree with Mr. Lu Xun's statement."

Li Yuanfu tied the fur scarf around his neck tightly, and took his hand quickly, saying, "I will work hard to realize your ideal."

Song Yaze stared at him in silence for a moment, and said, "Yuanfu, play a violin for me."

Li Yuanfu took out the instrument, paused and said, "I want to teach you how to play the violin, first you put your chin on the chin rest."

Song Yaze complied.He held the neck of the violin with his left hand, and his right hand pretended to be attached to the bow.Then, he looked sideways at Li Yuanfu from the tip of his eyes, the corners of his eyes were playfully curved. "And then, Teacher Li?"

Li Yuanfu stood behind him, raised his arms, held down the strings with one hand, and held his right hand with the other. It looked like he was hugging him from behind. This was a warm hug.

The two fit together just right.Li Yuanfu grabbed his hand and waved it, and the tones that flowed out were melodious, hitting his eardrums non-stop.Song Yaze looked at the violin curiously, as if the performance was really made by himself.

The sweetness instantly ignited, making his heart beat faster.He and Li Yuanfu have been in love for nearly a year, and the number of skin-to-skin kisses has long been countless; but this kind of sweetness is always the same.

He stopped suddenly.Li Yuanfu paused, panicked, put down the piano and asked, "What's wrong?"

Song Yaze turned his head, and the sunlight cast a nice light on his side face.He lowered his eyes and saw Li Yuanfu's rolling Adam's apple and his buttoned collar. "Yuanfu, kiss me." He said.

Li Yuanfu was taken aback, put his arms around his waist, and kissed him.Soon, he extended the kiss to his neck, and the arms around his waist tightened.Song Yaze couldn't help panting, and reminded with blurred eyes: "Don't stay here... Let's go to the car."

……

Li Yuanfu became more and more respected, and Song Yaze studied for a doctor of philosophy and stayed at the University of Witz to teach.When the economy improved, they moved out of Mrs. Winter's and bought a house of their own.

Together they went to the airport to see off many Chinese who were studying abroad at the same time.Out of patriotism, Li Yuanfu also wanted to return to China, but was stopped by Song Yaze, who delayed the matter until after 1949.They have stayed in the United States, thus avoiding the domestic war.

Li Yuanfu began to read Buddhist scriptures, often so engrossed that he even forgot to eat.Song Yaze didn't bother him, and would serve him a cup of black tea with tumbling leaves.Amidst the scent of tea, he said to Song Yaze, "Perhaps religion is really the end of science."

Song Yaze was taken aback: "Why do you say that?"

"There are many problems in the world that cannot be solved by current science, or it will take a long time. For example, your ideal." Li Yuanfu blew on his cup, "If science and religion are combined, I don't know if it will be useful. From integrity In terms of religion, the interpretation of the world is obviously much more perfect than that of modern science.”

Song Yaze did not denounce the absurdity, but sat down and listened attentively.

"I think...if there is such a thing." Li Yuanfu gestured with both hands, holding a pencil for drawing in his hand, "The principle of its operation is religion, but the steps of operation can only be completed by science..."

"Tell me."

"Take your ideal as an example. If you want to improve the quality of literature, I think... you can extract the writer's thoughts, build a new world, let the writer himself enter this world, live there for a period of time, and the time to go back and forth is up to them. After you come back, you can modify it according to your own experience..."

Song Yaze's ears were buzzing.He didn't hear Li Yuanfu's words clearly, he only saw him waving a pencil and opening and closing his lips.The huge shock made him take a sharp breath, his whole body stiffened, and his scalp began to tingle.

"Yaze?" Li Yuanfu saw his eyes wide open, stretched out his hand and shook his shoulder, "Do you think it's okay?"

Song Yaze recovered from his astonishment, he didn't know where to cast his eyes, and said in a daze, "...it's possible, you can do it."

Time passed by so sweetly, in the entanglement of two bodies, in the embrace of two souls.

There are faint wrinkles on their faces, and their skin tends to become oily; their limited energy prevents them from working all night with enthusiasm.Li Yuanfu, who was originally skinny, also has a cute little belly, and Song Yaze likes to touch it; and he also has "IDo" tattoos on his hands.

1949 was a year of national celebration.The red camp has another big country that is licking its wounds, and the blue camp laments the change of flag color.

Telephone poles are erected in the streets and alleys, and radios are tied to them, and high-spirited and positive voices are heard from them, most of which are words of praise in red, or words with strong political meanings such as "anti-imperialism" and "anti-revisionism".The people cherish the hard-won peace. Although they live in poverty, their hearts are unprecedentedly united.

The two returned to China, and Song Yaze was hired as a university professor.Li Yuanfu enjoyed a higher courtesy and directly entered the National Academy of Sciences.

When he got off the plane, Song Yaze was still calm, but Li Yuanfu was shaking with excitement.The patriotic blood kept surging, and the face of the man who had passed by was flushed, and he almost lost control.

"Yuanfu..." Seeing how excited he was, Song Yaze hurriedly held his sweaty and hot hand.The two looked at each other before he swallowed and calmed down a bit.

The state treated them well and allocated them separate houses, where the two lived next door to each other.

Along the way, they sat in the back seat of the car picked up by a special person.The car was running smoothly, the windows were wide open, the wind was blowing in, the sun was shining brightly outside, filled with the enthusiasm of rebirth from Nirvana, and even the radio outside could be heard clearly in the car.

"I'm back to China..." Li Yuanfu was lying on the car window, his hair was blown so that the roots stood up.He squinted his eyes, staring obsessively at the passing scenery outside the window, and sighed one after another.He looked like a child and an unsophisticated fool.

"Yes, you have been talking about returning to China every day, and today it finally came true." Song Yaze said with a smile.

Li Yuanfu looked at him, pointed to the tip of his nose with his finger, and said confidently: "I will realize your ideal too, it's almost there!"

The car passed the long red fence, which was painted with period slogans and illustrations of farmers in turbans and workers with axes.The facial expressions of the characters are a bit exaggerated.

When Li Yuanfu saw the big characters "anti-imperialist" and "anti-revisionist" on the wall, he thought of something, and asked on a whim, "Yaze, your alias is Cixiu, right?"

"Yes." Song Yaze said, "Farewell to revisionism and oppose revisionism."

Li Yuanfu suddenly grabbed his hand, with trembling lips, met his eyes excitedly and said, "I've figured out my alias, it's called anti-imperialism! Against imperialism!" He couldn't even speak clearly up.

Song Yaze was startled, as if being hit with a stick.He connected Li Yuanfu in front of him with the dumpling in his memory, feeling like he was on a roller coaster, shocked and confused.

Suddenly, the picture in front of him was shattered, and Li Yuanfu and the car disappeared.He was in nothingness, and a familiar voice sounded in his ears: "The system self-destruct mode is triggered, and it returns to reality immediately."

Along with dizziness, he still recognized that it was his own voice...

The author has something to say: Yuanfu is anti-imperialist!Is it surprising?Is it irritating?