Boss, stay!

Ji Kangcheng's understanding of those years is limited to the history books, but history is, after all, the history of victors.

Ye Lao said: "Wei Yi is a person who is soft on the outside and strong on the inside. He usually treats people very gently and speaks elegantly. He was a little childish in the past. After returning from the front line, he is very calm in front of outsiders. When the two of us are together, he will make a fuss about a child."

Ye Lao sighed: "He has grown up, he is no longer a 21-year-old young man, after five or six years, he has quietly grown up."

"But he protects the Lord, like a puppy." Ye Lao smiled: "He protects me."

Even if others can't explain the problem, they still cooperate in a meek manner. If the meekness is not enough, then they will be trembling. No way.

What he has experienced - beatings, criticisms, house raids, parades... He has experienced them all, so he understands those who put him in trouble at that time, and after years, he forgives in his heart.

Those people who hurt him, like the situation in that era, slowly dispersed with the passage of time. After rehabilitating him, he saw those people, and they could still coexist peacefully. let go.

He is very thorough in subject research. When he was studying abroad, his teachers and classmates were celebrities in the academic world. The teachers he worked with had Nobel Prize winners, which is something to be proud of, but he is not very familiar with politics.

The Department of Physics was established by him, most of the teachers were recruited by him, the structure is simple, and he can still handle the situation with a few people, but he is extraordinarily confused and ignorant of the outside environment, the only feeling is that it is full of danger, even, insidious.

The years of Shen Ke flowed away, a group of people were taken away like a big wave washing the sand, and a group of people survived, covered with scars.

He survived, Wei Yi was taken away, as if he was also taken away, and he was able to persist because his interrogators blamed Wei Yi's death on him—they Wanting to defeat him at once, so I detailed, or exaggerated Wei Yi's death.

But no matter what, Wei Yi died, for him, to protect him, died.

Because Wei Yi did not give in and did not cooperate, in the face of insinuating inductive questions and torture under the double torture of body and spirit, he talked back and forth, talking about his benefits, his moral character, his achievements, and his difficulties. The obscurity of his dedication over the years, his painstaking career in the midst of hardships and ups and downs, and his unspeakable admiration all poured out in front of those people at once, making them feel ashamed.

The impassioned one is also called praise by those who hear it.

But that year is not to be admired, and they will not be ashamed.

Because of this, Wei Yi died.

But he is not even allowed to be sad, he has always been suspected, even if the investigation of his suspicions has no results, he cannot be released, isolated, monitored, and suddenly ten years.

Once he was rehabilitated, his charges were cleared, his position and salary were restored, and his housing was also settled, making up for his grievances in the past ten years.

In the past ten years, grievances have become the norm. He doesn't feel uncomfortable, but anything that can be compensated is not a serious injury.

Only after he came out did he know Wei Yi's whereabouts. He had only a monument to stand in this deep mountain—this hatred has nothing to do with the wind and the moon, this hatred lasts forever, and no one knows about this heartbroken hatred.

"I am getting old, and I remember less and less things, more and more blurred. Sometimes a clear impression emerges, and I immediately wonder if it is my fantasy. This is especially serious recently. I always think of the years of fleeing - relying on two I have traveled through countless mountains and rivers, endured hunger and hunger, and at night, Wei Yi brought warm porridge, and the others disappeared, only the two of us, the journey was difficult, you eat a spoonful, and I eat a spoonful."

"It's all hopeless fantasies of old people. When I'm awake, I can think of it. At that time, I didn't allow him and me to share a bowl of porridge... We didn't have many warm moments. The most were in the laboratory. He was so happy then, his eyelashes curled up and his whole face glowed."

Ye Lao said it very calmly: "The memory is upside down, this is not a good sign, I probably don't have a few years to live... Moreover, living without knowledge is also a waste of time, 47 years have passed, what should we do?" There is a reunion."

Ji Kangcheng was dazed, unable to utter a sound for a long time, and after a long time, he could say: "Don't think about it, you are a scientist, and the more you use the brain of a scientist, the better you will use it."

Ye Lao laughed: "Birth, old age, sickness and death, there is no difference between a scientist and a farmer." He looked at Ji Kangcheng: "You were born in a good time and you are young. Don't do things that you regret."

Can Ji Kang cost deny it: "I haven't."

Mr. Ye glanced at the ring hanging on his collar, and said nothing more. He turned his head and looked at the portrait of Mr. Xiong Weiyi on the tombstone. After looking at it for a long time, he took out a black and white photo from the paper bag: "Look, when I was young .”

Ye Lao is the kind of person with long cheeks and deep contours, with single eyelids, two thick black eyebrows, horizontal on the brow bone, and angular lips, which looks a bit cold.

He looked at the photo together with the portrait on Mr. Xiong Weiyi's tombstone, touched the forehead, eyebrows, and eyes of Mr. Xiong's portrait with his fingertips, and stopped on his lips.

"Alone, lonely! I broke my leg during the Qingming Festival this year. My nephew complained about me. I'm old and I can't stop. I can't stop. Stop it. My mind is full of the old days... But I’m really old, I can’t walk anymore, I can’t go far away, over and over again, I walk the old road that he and I walked in the past, the library, the artificial lake, the laboratory, the teaching building... many things have changed. It has changed its appearance, especially the library, it is really magnificent now!"

It is a person's alone memory.

Ye Lao is not without emotion: "When people are old, they feel shallow. Sometimes they wake up at three or four o'clock in the middle of the night. The room is quiet. There is a wall clock on the wall, and the second hand makes a clicking sound when it moves. At that time, I always regret it. When the library stairwell asked me that, why didn't I answer him properly?"

"I've regretted it for most of my life, if——if..." If Xiong Weiyi is still alive, on the other hand, he is willing to burn himself on fire to warm up this friendship.But he was choked up and couldn't go on. This was a scar that he regretted so much that he couldn't speak it in his life.

"I want to talk to him alone." Ye Lao paused for a long time before saying.

Ji Kangcheng glanced at the sky and nodded: "Call me after you finish talking, I'm nearby." He turned and walked away, walked up the mountain road for a while, climbed to a large protruding rock, and sat here The field of view is wide, and the movement in front of the tombstone can be seen clearly.

He watched Ye Lao hold the tombstone tightly, and then ignited a fire, which should have ignited the letters and materials he brought, and then found a comfortable position, leaning on the tombstone, pouring a drink alone.

Ji Kangcheng sat with his knees hugged, pinching the pair of rings around his neck with his fingers, just in a daze.

This is the second day after he and Xu Chaoming broke up. It's the second day, and his mind is still in chaos, and he can't figure out the slightest clue. Whenever he thinks of Xu Chaoming, there are countless Xu Chaoming's faces in his mind. Turning around like a lantern, smiling, forbearing, calm, frowning, passionate, gentle, pampering...

It doesn't help in the slightest with the cause and effect of things.

Ji Kangcheng forced himself not to think about it, but it didn't work. He closed his eyes and fell asleep, letting his chaotic thoughts go back and forth in his mind, until the raindrops falling on him woke him up, and the sky and the earth darkened. He checked the time, but it was noon. Five o'clock, five o'clock in summer is still early, and Ye Lao is still leaning against the tombstone, as if he doesn't care about the weather.

Ji Kangcheng waited for a while, and the rain gradually became heavier. He left the umbrella to Ye Lao, but Ye Lao didn't see him open it. Even if it was inconvenient to disturb, Ji Kangcheng couldn't wait any longer. Wait, the old man got caught in the rain If he gets sick, and the rainy road is slippery, it will be difficult for Mr. Ye to walk back.

He ran down the rock, shouting as he walked, "Old Ye, Old Ye!"

But no response.