Fast Time Travel Novel Improver

The frozen ice attached to the window is thinning, flowing along the brown window sill into the sewer, making a sound like a summer stream.The dead trees are dyed star-like green, and birds that are not afraid of the cold are jumping on the branches, scratching the bark with their pale yellow claws.

The light of early spring shines on the earth year after year, and it has never been too late, and the time has passed for more than a year.

Li Yuanfu quit his part-time job and devoted all his energy to the project.He is still so tired, the garbage basket is piled with invalid data balls, and the discarded pencil ends are squeezed aside to sigh; he even needs to wear pince-nez, behind the lenses are his bloodshot eyes.

Song Yaze once asked about the name of the project, and the answer was a long sentence made up of a series of physical terms. Words such as "pulse", "particle", and "ray meter" were placed together, which seemed to be regular and irregular.He didn't bother to ask any more, it was obviously much simpler and more practical to give money directly with a wave of his hand.

And Li Yuanfu succeeded beyond expectations.

On that day, Mr. William came to visit with his students. His hand holding the dark gold cane could not stop shaking, and his eyes shone with pride.He excitedly kissed Li Yuanfu. His mother was French, and she seldom kissed Li Yuanfu after she came to the United States.

Perhaps only he understands the significance of Li Yuanfu's successful experiment.

The bulky and precise instruments flashed regular red light and made a ticking sound from time to time; wires were plugged all over the body, and some wires were covered with thick dust, only the on-off key and the adjustment button were rubbed to shine.The whole machine is like a giant rhinoceros, making a rumbling sound when it runs, as if it has a heavy boulder on its back.

All the doctoral students who visited showed more or less amazed eyes, but there was only one person who remained expressionless - he was Ryo Nakajima, the Japanese who gave up halfway.He is the son of a Japanese general.

Mrs. Winter, holding a small basket of eggs in her arms, is ambitious to bake cakes and show off her skills to the cutting-edge talents.

When Song Yaze came home from get out of class, the black wool scarf around his neck was slightly wet like mist, and he was holding a book as thick as a brick in his hand. The profound meaning was no less profound than physics knowledge.He stepped on the threshold, saw the visitors in the house, and heard Mrs. Winter humming a ditty in the kitchen, and the baking utensils in her hands made a ping-pong-pong.

Li Yuanfu was explaining, speaking obscure and difficult terms.When he saw Song Yaze coming back, his expression paused, the corners of his mouth curled up, the two looked at each other, and exchanged smiles tacitly.

Taking off the scarf, Song Yaze specially made tea. The tea leaves were bought in Chinatown.

He glanced at the doctors of science, and immediately recognized Ryo Nakajima, who also had an Asian face.The man stood indifferently behind the crowd, far away, with a heavy and precious gold pocket watch hanging in his left pocket.

His jaw was tight, his eyebrows were sparse, and his expression was cold and determined.He was wearing a black suit, even the shirt inside was black.He is not tall, but his arms are quite long, hanging stiffly to his thighs, and he has a suppressed and twisted breath blowing his face.

The tea was ripe, Song Yaze politely took out the cup, and also handed Nakadao Ryo a cup.

Ryo Nakajima took the teacup, looked him up and down, and snorted contemptuously. "I'm sorry, this tea is not up to standard, and you didn't give it to me with both hands." He spoke fluent Chinese, obviously after professional training.

Song Yaze smiled and said, "I'm also sorry, this is Chinese tea, not Japanese tea. I'm Chinese, not Japanese, so there's no need to follow your rules."

"Hmph." He sneered, and a small part of his exposed teeth shone with a silvery white cold light. "China is just a dying worm, and it can only be eaten by mermaids. What rules can we talk about?"

"Arrogant and ignorant people, short-sighted words." Song Yaze restrained his smile and said sternly, "A puppet Manchurian government makes you feel that China is at your fingertips? In your lifetime, you will see Japan surrender to China."

Ryo Nakajima looked up at him, sneered and said, "Your thinking is too conceited."

"Your idea is too stupid." Song Yaze smiled, took back the teacup in his hand, buckled it backhand, and the tea was spilled out of the window. "Just like you interrupted the project without authorization, you broke the contract, your reputation got worse, and you lost a lot of money."

He saw Ryo Nakajima's face turn pale, "Facts have proved that China's Li Yuanfu succeeded. Your current fate is the future fate of Japan."

"Can China surpass Japan?! Nonsense!" Ryo Nakajima whispered angrily.The idea he has always pursued was challenged, and he was like an excited parrot, almost barking his teeth.

"Is it nonsense, you will never see it in this life. But your descendants will see it for you." Song Yaze said calmly.

Ryo Nakajima glared at him, blushing with anger.He lost the etiquette that the Japanese attach great importance to, and turned around and walked out the door. The leather shoes made an impatient sound, which was a way of expressing his anger.

Sneering at the short figure, Song Yaze turned around and was surprised to find that all the doctoral students looked at him in unison, with blank faces; Li Yuanfu's lips were trembling, and he looked a little excited.

The heated debate made him ignore the environment.Only then did he realize that his voice was a little higher, and he used Chinese that only Li Yuanfu could understand.

Mr. William kept the patent application as if nothing had happened.Fat white hands rested on Li Yuanfu's shoulders, like a pile of greasy cream.He closed his eyes and prayed devoutly for him. His funny double chin now looked dignified, with a solemn expression like a preacher.

After praying, he left with the doctoral students.Mrs. Winter came out with a steaming cake in her hand, but only saw their backs, and she couldn't help sighing in disappointment.Her apron is covered with colorful jam, like the street graffiti popular in the United States decades later.

She put the cake on the table, raised her head and smiled awkwardly at the two young people, with green jam on her chin, adding a touch of interest to her aging face. "Now...It'syours." She raised her eyebrows, shrugged her sloping shoulders, and went back to the kitchen.

The two sat down.The knife slashed across the tender cake, and the scented hot air rose from the crack. The cake bounced back like a spring, and the fishy smell of the eggs was covered by butter and sugar.This dessert made by an old woman has a taste similar to mother and hometown.

"You don't like sweets, I'll eat for you." Li Yuanfu said proactively.He took the cake out and put it on a small plate. The green jam in the middle of the yellow cake was quite eye-catching.

Song Yaze stared straight at the green dot, then suddenly stretched out his fork, picked off a piece of it, and put it in his mouth.After swallowing, he said, "It tastes good."

Li Yuanfu was startled. He saw Song Yaze's Adam's apple rolled, and asked, "Haven't you always resisted sweet taste?"

Song Yaze paused before saying, "It's actually not that bad."

Li Yuanfu smiled, pushed Xiao Pan to him, stared at him for a while, and said, "I heard what you and Ryo Nakajima just said."

Song Yaze ate another piece. "I hate his boring arrogance. Besides, I'm Chinese. Even if China has many problems now, I can't flatter the Japanese."

Li Yuanfu thought about it for a while, and the speed of chewing the cake slowed down a lot. "China can only prosper if it develops its industries, develops its economy, and does more business with foreign countries."

"What you're talking about is just one aspect." Song Yaze wiped the cake crumbs from his mouth, and said thoughtfully, "The education status of the whole country must be reversed, and the cultural quality must also keep up. Most people can't afford to go to school. If you don't have books, you will naturally be ignorant, how can the country prosper."

Li Yuanfu fell into silence, he forgot to eat the cake, and stared intently at the silver tray in front of him.After a long time, he said again: "You mean...we still need to pay attention to the fields of literature and thought?"

"Ah."

Li Yuanfu fell silent again, holding the fork in his hand, but he never moved.Song Yaze had finished eating and drank tea. The remaining desserts had cooled and hardened. Mrs. Winter took out the washed apron to dry, and the shining fork in his hand was still clean.

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Half a year later, the patent was sold, and Li Yuanfu received 5000 US dollars, which was a huge sum of money at the time.Honors and commendations came, and the Yankees spoke highly of this yellow-skinned boy, and invitations came like snowflakes.He gained fame and fortune, and even started teaching at other universities.

Ryo Nakajima, who once despised him, missed this famous project because of breaking the contract. He was often regarded as a negative teaching material by the academic circle and was criticized by others.He saw Li Yuanfu every day, and he had no intention of studying, so he dropped out of school and returned to Japan.

Li Yuanfu met and took photos with many big names in the business world, and received invitation letters from academic institutions.In the black-and-white photo, his trousers are ironed and straight, his shirt is stretched with suspenders, and his perfectly buttoned square collar sets off his slender neck nicely.

A happy life makes him more confident.He often smiles vigorously, with his back straight, his slender eyes narrowed, and a smile that is not too much on his mouth.The freckles near the bridge of the nose add to his cuteness.

He also plays the violin at night, and sits in the backyard with Song Yaze, savoring the freshly brewed coffee when the sky is raining.It was a habit-like taste that had become a pastime for the two of them.

In fact, he doesn't like bitter coffee, what he loves is the quiet time shared with Song Yaze.It was the loneliness exclusive to the two of them, without outsiders disturbing them.

They can sit silently for an entire afternoon without saying a word to each other, but they feel that they have chatted from the south of the sky to the north of the earth.

Li Yuanfu is already content, he thinks so.

The author has something to say: he thinks so, hehe (doge)