Sir, what if it's too cold?

"Get off work in a while...do you have anything to do?" Cheng Xuewei asked her quietly, "I'm leaving tomorrow, do you want to have dinner together?"

"Okay," Xu Muran readily agreed, "Where are we going to eat?"

"Just go to the one in the city center," Cheng Xuewei gestured to her, and said sadly, "Oh, why can't I remember the name all of a sudden..."

Xu Muran already understood, nodded and said, "Okay, I know where it is."

If her understanding is correct, it should be the shopping mall where she and Zhou Qing met again last time.

The other party smiled and said, "Then it's settled!"

The National Day is approaching, and people are in panic. Everyone has no intention of working and just wants to celebrate the festival.

Cheng Xuewei's family is not in the local area, so she asked for a few days leave in advance, and she will be leaving for home tomorrow.

The two went to the shopping mall, picked a restaurant that they both wanted to eat, ordered some small dishes, and had a very happy chat.

The dinner was about to come to an end, when Cheng Xuewei suddenly received a call from Bai Meng: "Hi, Second Master...ah? There is something wrong with the manuscript submitted for review, what's the problem?...Well, I see, I'll go back right away."

She hung up the phone, and said to Xu Muran very brokenly: "Second Master told me to go back, saying that there was a problem at work."

Xu Muran looked at her hesitantly, and nodded understandingly after a while: "Well, then you go back. By the way, it's a good trip to go home tomorrow."

"I know, I'll leave the meal money for you. Then I'll go first, see you after the festival~"

"Good~"

Xu Muran looked at the back of Cheng Xuewei leaving, and sighed softly.

She hesitated, whether to tell the other party what she overheard in the bathroom that day.Unexpectedly, she left in a hurry without even giving herself a chance to speak.

Telling Cheng Xuewei about this may allow her to search for clues with herself and find out who is behind the scenes, but the bigger possibility that she cannot ignore is——

Maybe she doesn't believe in herself at all, and she still feels that she has bad intentions.

There are too many intrigues in the workplace. Once a person grows up, it will be difficult to live purely for her own heart. Just like now, she clearly knows that someone is eyeing them, and she is out of various concerns and her own. With a little selfishness, he couldn't tell the whole thing to his friends.

Although he is new to the society, Xu Muran has already heard many kinds of stories from various people: Some people greet you with a smile on the surface, but secretly spurn you to death; Stab you in the back.

She raised her head and looked up at the overhead light installed on the ceiling.The colorful lights flashed in her eyes, and after a while, Xu Muran shook the warm glass in his hand, raised the corners of his lips, and smiled softly.

……You.

After leaving the shop, she stopped walking: everything was very familiar, as if she had returned to the day when she and Zhou Qing just met.

Similar time and place, different mood and different people around.

Xu Muran shook her head vigorously to get these distracting thoughts out of her mind. To be honest, maybe because of her busy schedule recently, she hasn't slept well these days.

No, it wasn't like that, something inside told her, it wasn't quite like that.

I can't sleep well, maybe it's because...someone is falling asleep frequently.

She didn't want to admit that Zhou Qing appeared most frequently in her dreams these days.

According to psychologist Jung's research, in his theory, compared to Freud's view that dreams are a hidden expression of repressed desires, dreams are not deceit and disguise, but a compensation for reality.

The old saying "Think about it every day and dream about it at night" is not without reason.

The more she knew that these things were not groundless, the more troubled she was.

after all……

She couldn't think of any reason to make Zhou Qing stay in her dream forever.

The brand of Lanji Ice Cream flashed ostentatiously, Xu Muran couldn't help but licked his lips.

Suddenly, she really wanted to eat something cold, and she didn't want to think about it anymore. She thought, let's have a dessert to change her mood.

She hesitated for a while, and finally walked into this place that she would not have come to in the end.

After all, she didn't bring the membership card of this mall with her today.

Entering the store, a refreshing cool breeze blows over the cheeks, making people feel relieved of dryness and heat.The waiter with a sweet smile led her to a booth and sat down, and asked, "What would you like to order, miss?"

Xu Muran came here for the first time and was not very familiar with this store, so he asked, "This is my first time here, do you have any recommendations?"

"Our family's recommended menu today is the mango series. There are mango ice cream, mango mousse, mango black rice, mango yogurt ice cream, and..."

"Just have a mango ice cream, thank you."

"Okay, miss, please wait a moment."

After the other party left, Xu Muran lowered his head absent-mindedly and started playing match [-] games.When the thoughts are not concentrated, the feeling is easy to drift far away, and some words inadvertently get into the ear.

"Direct detection of dark matter?" A light female voice came from next door, "It's possible, someone has already done this work, but..."

"There are many theories that need to be verified, but there are too few feasible experimental designs. There are almost only these high-energy directions. As for the observables, either the energy is too high to be ridiculous, or the signal-to-noise ratio of the channel is too low..."

An unconvinced voice replied: "But we can still give it a try. Although the investment is a bit large, once we find something is wrong, we can stop the loss in time..."

The former didn't speak, and after a while, he replied leisurely: "What do you think is the study of physics?"

"Yes, that's right, physics and mathematics are called 'the science closest to the truth'. We study the composition and dissipation of matter and their interactions with each other. In the eyes of others, we are so noble The Yangchun Baixue, in the eyes of the general public, is a..." She paused for a while, with a touch of helplessness in her voice, "A character who will waste money."

"Even if we don't put all kinds of rules and regulations on ourselves, there will always be people who will continue to do these meaningless things for us."

“It’s not that there’s no payoff for what we’re doing, it’s just that the payback period is too long. People won’t be generous because we’re studying the laws of the world, they’ll just be like, ah, you’re taking the money and nothing happens. "

"We study the world, but what cannot be ignored is that people are an important part of the world. We do what we want to do, like dancing in shackles. It is too difficult to concentrate on research without taking into account the outside world."

"But even so, we have to find a way, stick to it, and grit our teeth, because time will recognize our efforts, although we don't know if it will be more than ten years later, decades later, or hundreds of years later. back."

"The reason why I told you this is to tell you not to think things too ideally. Just like the idea you proposed, the principle is correct, but we need to change the method, such as..."

The voice from next door gradually faded away.

Xu Muran silently looked at the word "d" displayed on the screen due to time running out, and quietly tightened his fingers.

She heard it when the other party spoke the first word.It was impossible for her, and there was no reason why she could not be aware of who the other party was. After all, she was very familiar with this voice, and when connected with what they were talking about, the clues all pointed to one person.

Her fingers swept across the table, and lightly traced two words: Zhou Qing.

Leaving and folding horizontal and vertical and vertical and horizontal, horizontal and vertical and horizontal and vertical and vertical and horizontal and vertical and horizontal.

In just 24 strokes, the letter was written by hand, but it took as long as a whole day.

Xu Muran suddenly remembered that poem: Entering the ancient temple in the early morning, the first sun shines on the high forest.The winding path leads to a secluded place, and the flowers and trees in the meditation room are deep.The mountain light pleases the nature of the birds, and the shadows of the lake empty the hearts of the people.All sounds are silent, but the remaining bells and chimes sound.

"But I... the sound of bells and chimes."

The five words rolled between the lips and tongue, not only did not smooth the edges and corners, but became more sharp.

The chime has been listed as a ritual musical instrument for the royal family since ancient times. It will be brought out whenever there is a sacrificial activity. After a solemn performance, it will cleanse the filth of people's hearts, thus proclaiming their sincerity to the world.

There was a poet named Dai Gugu in the past, who once compared Qingshi to a gentleman: "It can sharpen a thief's sword, lean on a traitor's wat, wish you not grow old, and compare it to Gangde."

She never thought that someone would treat a science like this, just like she never thought that Zhou Qing had such a side.

She used to think that this attitude of learning would only be hidden in the books, until Zhou Qing's words just now made her feel as if she was struck by a thunderbolt.

Don't ask about the way ahead, don't care about the consequences, as long as it is the way you think, you must go on.

Although there may be hardships along the way, that's okay.

Time will tell everything.

The waiter came over with the freshly made mango ice. He was frizzy and careless on the way. He didn't know whether he stepped on the air or tripped over something. He staggered and fell, and the bowl in his hand flew straight out. Fortunately, Xu Muran hid quickly, only sporadic pieces of ice were stuck to the corner of his clothes.

"I don't know what happened again..." She heard the neighbor mumbling, "Mr. Zhou, let me go and have a look."

Someone came out from the next door, walked to Xu Muran's table, and asked the panicked waiter, "What happened?"

The visitor wore a pair of black-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose, with a round face, and his cheeks were a little plump, but it was the kind of fat that made people feel comfortable. At first glance, he felt that this girl was very lucky.

"Sister..." The little girl said softly with tears in her eyes, "I, I was walking carelessly just now, and I accidentally threw out the customer's order..."

The other party took a breath, and immediately turned to Xu Muran: "We are very sorry that this happened, did it hurt you?"

"No, no," Xu Muran quickly shook his head, pointing to the bowl on the ground awkwardly, "It's just that what I ordered was spilled..."

"I'll ask the kitchen to make another one for you right away, please wait a moment." She gave the little girl a stern look, and the girl hurriedly found tools to clean the floor.

At this time, someone left the next door again, "Lan Fu, I think this place can be changed..."

Xu Muran raised his head, meeting the eyes of the visitor.

Zhou Qing: "...Muran?"