Professor, your turtle!

Ji Fan hurriedly turned his back and pulled the shirt over his head. Although he moved very quickly, a section of Ziyubai's back was still exposed.

The snow light outside the window reflected on the skin, dazzlingly bright, and one could not help but recall the smooth and greasy touch.

The shoulder and neck lines are smooth, covered with a thin layer of muscle, the slender neck hangs down because of shyness, and the butterfly bone is more prominent, propping up the shirt a little, like a butterfly fluttering its wings.

Further down, the waistline is slightly cinched.What's more terrible is that he was still wearing Fu Mingyuan's shirt. The loose clothes covered all the way to the thighs, revealing two straight and slender legs underneath. With the looming waist and hip lines, it was more eye-catching than not wearing it.

Fu Mingyuan swallowed, and quickly turned his face away: "I, I'll go out first..."

Ji Fan didn't speak, and moved quickly, just wrapping clothes around his body.

After a while, he finally tidied up and opened the door carefully, and saw Fu Mingyuan sitting on the sofa in the atrium with arms folded, thinking about something.

"I just... want to try the pockets you sewed." Ji Fan wrote boldly.

The little penguin has been tucked into the inner bag and seems to be well adjusted, and is in a drowsy sleep.

"Oh, is that so?" Fu Mingyuan pretended to be calm, but a blush behind his ears revealed his nervousness.

He got up and walked in front of Ji Fan, knelt down and rubbed his belly: "Is it here?"

Ji Fan nodded and mouthed: "Fall asleep."

Fu Mingyuan then stopped, raised his face and smiled.

Another blizzard blew outside the window, and the visibility immediately dropped to less than five meters.Such inclement weather is not suitable for outdoor work. Coupled with the existence of the little penguins, they just nestled in the room and rested all day.

Ji Fan hugged Jiujiu, lying on Fu Mingyuan's lap, lazily listening to the story.

"...Looking at this note, Misha should be a geologist who has been in Antarctica for a long time to observe and record information about volcanic activities," Fu Mingyuan flipped through it casually, and said, "They communicate once a month, which coincides with the time of the supply ship. .”

Although the polar scientific research station can achieve a small part of self-sufficient production activities, most of the time, it still relies on external supplies.

Taking energy as an example, some scientific research stations are equipped with solar panels, but half of the time in a year is polar night, which is really not cost-effective when maintenance and depreciation costs are included.

Besides, wind power generation occupies too much land, and it is easy to cause damage to the fragile ecology during construction.Not to mention the low conversion efficiency, the average wind speed in Antarctica is also very average, sometimes intermittent, it is completely "Schrödinger's wind power generation".

In addition, in order to protect the polar ecology, nuclear power generation is strictly prohibited.

In this way, the so-called "green energy" built in Antarctica is purely the self-consolation of environmentalists.

Moreover, most of the scientific expedition teams have scientific research missions, and they finally came to Antarctica. Of course, it is impossible to just study electricity and grow vegetables.Too much emphasis on the battery life of the scientific research station has put the cart before the horse.

Because of this, after the disaster, most scientific research stations lost their coping capabilities in a short period of time, and had to arrange personnel evacuation as soon as possible.

"Has Misha gone too?" Ji Fan was a little curious.

"I don't know, it's only recorded up to July last year." Fu Mingyuan glanced at ten lines and turned to the last page, "Andre quit his job after retiring from the army and came to Antarctica to find him as a mechanic, and they have been working at the scientific research station since then. "

From the extreme north to the extreme south, after a long wait, the two finally reunited on the other side of the world.

Good friends...will they do this for each other?What is their relationship...?Thinking of this, Ji Fan's heart moved slightly, and he raised his head to look at Fu Mingyuan.

It happened that the other party was also looking down at him, the narrow and long phoenix eyes were sharp and dark, but there was a soft light inside.

Ji Fan twisted his neck uncomfortably, changed his posture, and turned his head to look out the window.

On the window sill, there are hydroponic potatoes with tender shoots, which are fresh and tender, adding a touch of vitality to the frozen snowfields thousands of miles away.

Farther away, you can see the gray sky, the sky is very dark, like six or seven o'clock in the evening in China.

Ji Fan was vaguely worried.

The polar night fell unexpectedly fast. He remembered that when he first arrived at the "Progress Station", the sky was only a little dark. Right now, lighting is needed for indoor work.

At this rate, perhaps within a few days, it will be so dark that you can't see your fingers. At that time, it will be completely impossible to carry out outdoor work.

As if aware of his thoughts, Fu Mingyuan rubbed his head: "When the wind and snow are over tomorrow, I will continue to repair the outdoor unit."

Ji Fan pushed him away and sat up, anxiously wrote: "But I have to go to school tomorrow..." In case of any accident, Mr. Fu has no one to help, what should we do?

"The dangerous horizontal bars have been marked, and the most troublesome toolbox has also been shipped up, so nothing will happen."

"But... by the way, wait for me." With a flash of inspiration, Ji Fan returned to the turtle shell and clicked on the special shopping mall.

As usual, the shopping mall is full of strange things.On the one hand, because of saving, on the other hand, the planting speed is very fast, Ji Fan has saved a huge sum of money these days.

He took a deep breath and pressed "Random Refresh".

Once, no; twice, no; three times... There is a good thing, but it is not what he needs.

Ji Fan keeps turning the pages, but the target product is still reluctant to appear, and the gold leaves needed to refresh are more and more each time.

After swiping nearly 20 times, there is not much gold leaf left in the backpack.Finally, his eyes lit up: "I found it!"

I saw a "walkie-talkie" lying quietly in the shopping box.

"Walkie?" Fu Mingyuan frowned in confusion, suddenly thought of something, turned the computer to Ji Fan, "Is this what you mean?"

In the corner is a small black walkie-talkie icon.

"It suddenly appeared last month." Fu Mingyuan clicked on it and showed it to Ji Fan. "I can't delete it anyway. If it wasn't for the lack of internet, I would have thought it was a virus."

Click on the software, the dialog box is simple in style, and there is only the name "Little Turtle" in the address book.

"I didn't figure out what was going on until you sent me a message." Fu Mingyuan double-clicked the black icon, "Later, I tried to reply to your message, but the send button was grayed out...huh?"

At some point, the send button changed from gray to dark blue, followed by a small number (1).

"It's because I bought a 'walkie-talkie' just now." Ji Fan reacted, "It's just like a game item, this is probably the number of times it is used."

Thinking of this, he felt relieved: "If you encounter any emergency, just send me a message, and I will come back as soon as possible."

Fu Mingyuan nodded, thinking of something, and laughed abruptly.

Ji Fan: "?"

Fu Mingyuan hooked his hands, and he hesitated to listen to him, but he heard the other party's low laughter: "If I miss you, is it an emergency?"

Ji Fan: "..." His ears felt hot, and he withdrew his head.

"It's very expensive!" Ji Fan put more force on the exclamation mark, and said again, "If you dare to use it indiscriminately, I will..."

"What about you?" Fu Mingyuan, who had finished molesting the little pet, was in a good mood and yawned lazily.

"I, I will..." Ji Fan racked his brains, but couldn't think of anything worth threatening, and wrote in despair, "Anyway, don't use it indiscriminately!"

Fu Mingyuan was a little proud of his tricks: "If you come back to report on time every day, I won't use it, how about it?"

This is simply an inch!Ji Fan wanted to stare at him fiercely, but when he saw the other person's face, all the anger in his heart suddenly dissipated.

Why do you care about so much?How much time can the two of them spend together like this?

"Hmm..." Ji Fan bit his lower lip, bowed his head and acquiesced.

Now, Fu Mingyuan felt a little surprised.

"Why are you so obedient today?" He pinched Ji Fan's chin, looked left and right, "Did you do something bad secretly?"

Ji Fan puffed his face, and just about to raise his hand to pinch it back, he heard the alarm bell sounding like a death call, interrupting the intimate interaction between the two of them—it was time for feeding every three hours.

Papa Penguin is really not easy.He was a little emotional.

The little penguin in the shape of a chicken cub lay sprawled in the bed, fluffy and round, with slender legs and big feet kicking upwards, with wings spread out, sleeping soundly.

Ji Fan carefully carried it out and held it in his palm, it was a heavy weight—the weight of life.

Jiujiu obviously trusted this peculiar-looking "dad" very much. Even after being tortured like this, he still didn't wake up. He snorted one after another, not to mention how comfortable he was.

Ji Fan stared at it for a while, only to feel a softness in his heart.He turned his head to look at Fu Mingyuan, but saw that the other person was also looking at him intently, with the same soft eyes.

When their eyes met, Fu Mingyuan leaned over and grabbed his shoulders naturally: "Want to help?"

Ji Fan shook his head and continued with the movement.

A blizzard rolled up outside the window, covering the sky and the sun, but the interior was lit with lights, quiet and warm.

He was working, and the man was looking intently at him--at him alone.

For such a short moment, Ji Fan even thought, how wonderful it would be if it could go on like this forever.

Yes, he is not reconciled.

Everything now is as beautiful as a dream, and he doesn't want to break it, let alone return to the ordinary, just be an ordinary one among countless admirers of the other party.

What was the story like last time?

"...to me, you're just an ordinary little boy, like thousands of little boys in the world; and to you, I'm just a fox. You don't need me, I I don't need you either."

"But if you domesticate me, everything will be different."

"...is like a rose. There may be five thousand identical flowers in the world, but only the one that has been loved is unique." (1)

He wants to be special.

Ji Fan stopped his movements and unconsciously squeezed the corner of the towel tightly, his petty ambition swelled up like weeds.

But he also understands that only by staying here, he is his only one.

Well, if only it could go on like this forever...

This thought startled him, and Ji Fan shook his hand, almost knocking over the enamel basin containing minced fish meat.

"Be careful." Fu Mingyuan stretched out his hand to stabilize him.

Ji Fan lowered his eyes, hiding the emotion in his eyes.

"What's wrong with you?" Fu Mingyuan took the tool from him, put it aside, and asked with a frown.

Facing the questioning, he was a little flustered, and the fists beside him clenched and then loosened.

It was eerily quiet inside.

In the end, Ji Fan plucked up all his courage and wrote hesitantly: "If you leave here, you...will you still think of me?"