Sir, what if it's too cold?

Xu Muran sat up from the bed and yawned a lot.

I owed Zhou Sheng yesterday, and I will pay it back today.

She went to the bathroom with empty eyes, stayed up late last night to study the manual of the SLR, and went to bed when the sky turned gray, and the sleep time was far from the standard.

For her, the consequences of not getting enough sleep are serious.

"#!!" She cursed in a low voice, and used the toothpaste as facial cleanser again...

After finally washing up, Xu Muran looked at himself in front of the mirror and blinked slowly.

After getting off the subway, Xu Muran stood at the gate of A and took a deep breath of the fresh car exhaust.

For her, this matter is of great benefit and harmless. It is the best of both worlds to be familiar with the equipment and see Zhou Qing, but she refuses it in her heart because...

She is still sleepy.

Xu Muran looked around and decided to go to the coffee shop ahead to buy a cup of coffee.

"Hello, your iced American~"

She took coffee and sat down at the small round table.The cold drink was imported, and her chaotic mind was mixed with a few slivers of clarity.She opened Moments idly, swiped a few times at random, and her eyes stopped on a certain line of text.

Zhou Qing actually posted it on Moments.

Zhou Qing: Happy National Day! alday!

Mumu Private Meow: Happy Holidays b(￣▽￣)d

Zhou Qing replied in seconds: #笑笑#笑笑

If she hadn't seen the other person's name clearly, Xu Muran might have thought that this circle of friends was replied by her dear mother.

The irresistible love/hate #smile that leaves people confused for a split second.

The corners of her lips curled up slowly: suddenly she felt that Zhou Qing was... quite cute sometimes.

Xu Muran noticed keenly that she actually used the word "cute".

She thought about it again, there's nothing wrong with it, everyone is a little princess, why can't Zhou Qing be cute.

She's cute when she smiles, cuts a steak for herself, sleeps on her shoulders, and even works

Xu Muran suddenly remembered yesterday, her unhurried tone of voice when discussing issues with her colleagues, and the equations and words she couldn't understand written down on the paper by hand. It was a pair of thin hands, but they could write clearly. So strong, like the strokes of an old man who has practiced calligraphy for many years...

Tell the truth?

To be honest, Xu Muran thought, last night, at a certain moment when she couldn't tell why, she fell in love with Zhou Qing.

Unlike fans who are attracted to idols, they are just ordinary, wanting to be her girlfriend.

She doesn't think it's something to be ashamed of being attracted to Zhou Qing. In fact, she has long been aware that she may have this tendency, but only in front of Zhou Qing—otherwise, why does her heart beat so fast every time she sees her? ?

But this numb feeling only lasted for a second, or even less than a second, and then disappeared in my heart.

She doesn't recognize this as love.

Probably like a moth seeing a torch, when it encounters a gleam of light, it rushes forward without hesitation, without thinking about the possible pain of burning in the future, and it is enough to be greedy for a long time.

That's it, she thought.

Even if she really likes Zhou Qing,...

It will not be so simple to decide.

There is always a process to let her think through the pros and cons before making a choice.

She didn't know how long it would take, and she didn't know whether she would approach or stay away in the end.

Zhou Qing opened the door, saw the person in front of him, and opened his eyes wide for a moment: "Why are you?"

"It's me." Xu Muran tilted his head and smiled playfully: "Are you surprised?"

"Yeah," Zhou Qing nodded, with a smile in his eyes: "...No, it's okay, where is Zhou Sheng?"

"I came for him."

... This little bastard.

The laboratory where Zhou Qing works is going to organize an activity like the selection of advanced collectives, and needs to take some usual work photos. However, everyone is very busy recently, and no one in the whole laboratory has time to spare. Zhou Qing then thought of Zhou Qing. Voice.

And Zhou Sheng, living up to expectations, broke the camera the day before the photo was taken because of his own death.

Fortunately, he fell on Xu Muran's life-saving straw.

While adjusting the aperture, Xu Muran joked with Zhou Qing: "I just bought this camera yesterday, and I'm not very good at using it. If the shots are blurry..."

"It's okay," Zhou Qing raised his eyes to look at her, and said slowly, "Don't put too much pressure on you, just pat it casually."

"Huh?" Xu Muran blinked, "I heard from Zhou Sheng that this photo requires a lot of attention. It must not only capture the unity and cooperation of everyone at work, but also..."

"Don't listen to him," Zhou Qing's face sank, "He's talking nonsense again."

If Zhou Sheng was at the scene at this time, he would probably have started crying and accusing the old sister of being unfair.

Why are you so demanding of me?Touch your conscience, what I said is not what you said?

Xu Muran had already adjusted all the parameters, and she raised the camera to her eyes, and the defenseless Zhou Qing appeared in the lens.

"Here," she said, "three, two, one, eggplant~"

As the finger released the shutter, the image in Xu Muran's eyes was preserved forever.

On the front of the photo is Zhou Qing who has a look of astonishment and hasn't had time to put on his expression, while on the back——

It was her whose heartbeat accelerated for no reason at that moment.

Xu Muran followed Zhou Qing, going round and round to the door of the laboratory.

Zhou Qing handed her a pair of disposable gloves: "Stay away from large devices after entering. You may have static electricity on your body, which will hinder the operation. I have already explained to my colleagues that when the time comes, they will be busy with theirs and you will be busy with yours. will bother you."

"it is good."

Zhou Qing pushed open the door, and a new world slowly unfolded in front of Xu Muran.

On the table are all kinds of small devices that she has never heard of before, and the large device stands silently beside it, and the researchers in lab coats walk through it, or adjust the data, or communicate with the problem in a low voice, let her This liberal arts student was an eye opener.

Yes, eye opener.

After bringing her into the laboratory, Zhou Qing went to busy with her own affairs.Xu Muran looked at her surrounded by several people, raised the camera in his hand, and after a "click", a photo that met the requirements was released.

She carefully walked around the laboratory several times, and the camera in her hand never stopped, taking pictures of almost every corner of the laboratory.

Everyone who appeared in the camera was very focused on what they were doing, and did not deliberately speed up or slow down their progress because there was a person holding a camera behind them. What they are usually like today is what they are today In this way, it seems that today is no different from every day they have spent in the past.

After going around for a few times, she finally returned to Zhou Qing's desk, only to find that Zhou Qing was no longer there.

Presumably she is really busy.Xu Muran recalled Lan Fu's description of Zhou Qing, "I didn't expect Mr. Zhou to have a private life"?

She really genuinely loves her job, and physics as a background.

Xu Muran noticed that there was an open notebook on Zhou Qing's desk, with handwritten numbers scrawled on it: "3.6,17.8,877.9,2854.891, [-], [-], [-]..."

Even from such scribbled handwriting, Xu Muran can imagine Zhou Qing's appearance when he wrote them: She picked up the gel pen, knocked off the cap, and stared at the screen while writing quickly...

By accident, she took a picture of this page of numbers, which can be regarded as a little selfishness on this trip to the laboratory.

After all, it was written by Zhou Qing.

Sitting at the table for a while, Zhou Qing hurriedly came back from the outside, saw her, and said apologetically, "I had something to do just now, and I was called away suddenly, how is your progress, have you finished filming?"

Xu Muran nodded, and showed her the photos in the camera: "How did it go?"

"Not bad," Zhou Qing praised, "It's enough."

When she said this, the ends of her hair hung down on the screen, moving with the ups and downs of her voice, which made Xu Muran a little distracted.

Seeing that her mind was not on the conversation, Zhou Qing frowned slightly, and called her softly: "Muran?"

"Ah?" Xu Muran came back to his senses: "I'm sorry, I was distracted just now."

"Then these photos, I will go back and pick them up, and send the electronic version to your email?"

Zhou Qing nodded: "Just do as you say."

Xu Muran smiled: "Zhou Qing, let me tell you something."

"what?"

"You may not remember." She raised her face to look at each other with bright eyes. "In a few days, we will have known each other for a month."

Unexpectedly, she would say such a thing now, Zhou Qing paused: "Huh?"

Xu Muran's next words warmed her whole body.

"I know it's pretentious to say that, but—"

"Thank you for coming to my side."