Xu Jun's life

It was already noon when I came back from Mr. Hua's house.I saw someone selling chickens in front of the family area.Remembering that lunch was not available yet, I bought one and came back.

When I came back, I found that I had just moved here, and I didn't have any pots and pans, so I had to go to the supermarket to buy them.

I bought all the rest, except for one thing - a pressure cooker.So I decided to borrow it.

There were quite a few people firing in this dormitory building. It was already meal time, and the aroma was overflowing. I went to knock on the neighbor's door.Above the fourth floor, all people live in Group A. When I moved in, Meng Su seemed to have mentioned who the door opposite me was, but I didn't listen carefully.

The person who opened the door was a pale man, very thin, wearing a pair of old-fashioned black-rimmed glasses and a white shirt, with a pale nervousness typical of scientists, looking at me blankly.

I saw him like this and knew who he was.

He is Lin Sen. The "antique" of group A, it is said that the books he has read can build a library, and at the same time, his personality is also very withdrawn.He is 24 years old this year, and his main focus is celestial mechanics, which is similar to my interests.

"I'm Xu Xu, your neighbor across the door." I pointed to my door, "I'm here to ask if you have a pressure cooker, I'm going to make a dish."

He looked at me in silence for a moment, as if remembering what a pressure cooker was, then turned slowly and walked back.

I waited at the door for a long time, but he didn't come out again, and he didn't close the door again. I think he probably signaled me to go in with him.

So I followed in.

Unexpectedly, his room was in order, as if it had been organized by a special person.When I went in, he was squatting on the floor of the living room with an indifferent expression, frowning at the several cauldrons on the ground.

There is a wok for cooking, a rice cooker, a large iron pot for boiling water, and of course, a clean pressure cooker.

He looked up at me: "Which one do you want?"

Resisting the urge to wipe my sweat, I pointed to the pressure cooker.

He didn't hand it to me right away, but grabbed the pressure cooker, twisted it a few times, lifted the lid, studied the pressure cooker carefully like a physicist with boundless research enthusiasm, and then came to a conclusion : "Closed heating makes the gas expand, the pressure increases, the boiling point of water becomes higher, and the protein deteriorates faster."

"Yes." I affirmed his research, and politely extended the invitation: "I'm going to steam the chicken, you haven't had lunch yet, have you?"

He gave me a suspicious look, as if he couldn't understand my concern about his lunch.

I continue to invite

Said: "If you haven't eaten, come and eat together."

He didn't say yes or no, but expressed his answer with actions: When I waited for a long time and he still didn't respond, and finally decided to leave with the pressure cooker, he stood up silently and followed me .

"I just moved here, and the house is still a bit messy. You sit on the chair for a while, the meal is ready, I'll go and steam the chicken." I carried the pressure cooker into the kitchen, poked my head out of the kitchen, and asked One sentence: "Do you like spicy food?"

He thought about it very slowly, as if recalling the taste of spiciness, and nodded.

I laughed and went back to the kitchen.

Lin Sen, I have heard his name a long time ago.

Different from Qi Jing, who came from a prominent background, he came from an ordinary family. He has a withdrawn personality and is not very good at interpersonal communication. However, his achievements in celestial mechanics have a place in China.

Compared with Qi Jing, I prefer to associate with such a person.

I don't like others to be scheming to me, and I don't like to be scheming to others.

It’s just that in one life, there are many things that you can’t do if you don’t like it.

My stewed chicken was learned from my mother. My mother is a female worker from a cafeteria. She didn't go to much school, but she cooks very well.

All her life she couldn't understand what being gay was.

In her mind, her son, who is smart, can read, and looks good, should marry a beautiful and educated daughter-in-law as soon as possible, and have a fat grandson, so she can be like those aunts and aunts in the family building, Every day I hug my grandson, chat and play poker under the shade of a tree.

However, I couldn't make her wish.

When I was 17 years old, I met Li Zhurong. I had just been admitted to R University. Someone asked me if I was interested in being a tutor. I didn’t agree, so I was taken to Li’s family. He was not yet 14 years old at that time. Wearing a shirt like the prince of Western Europe, leaning lazily on the crimson sofa.

He has the most arrogant and most beautiful eyes I have ever seen.

He asked me: "Are you Xu Xu?"

"fragrant."

Lin Sen's voice interrupted my train of thought.

Even though he was already swallowing his saliva due to a physiological reaction, this genius still looked rigid and pale, as if he was afraid that I would not understand. He pointed to the pressure cooker on the fire, indicating that the fragrance came from there.

"Wait a little longer." I motioned him to hang the

The glove on the wall was handed to me.

Wearing gloves, I lifted the gas valve of the pressure cooker, and the gas in the pot sprayed out from the small hole on the side of the gas valve. Although it didn't spray on my hands, I still shrank my hands because of the high temperature.

"Steam liquefaction releases heat..." Lin Sen explained professionally.

The golden stewed chicken has absorbed the secret sauce, with a dense heat and a mouth-watering aroma. I put the chicken on the table with gloves on, and tore a yard of chicken off. The picture of the chicken being torn apart Much like a TV commercial, of course, the taste is as good as ever.

"Eat it first, I'll fry some vegetables." I put the cold kelp shreds on the table and said to Lin Sen.

Five minutes later, I came out with the cabbage, and found that he was sitting at the table in an orderly manner, and the stewed chicken didn't move.

I almost doubt whether this genius can understand Chinese.

However, judging from the number of times he served rice, he was still very satisfied with my stewed chicken.

After dinner, I was washing dishes in the kitchen, when I heard Lin Sen calling my name in the living room, I hurried out to look.

I just moved here, and there are not many books, all of which are packed in cardboard boxes. I packed three boxes and unpacked them and put them in the living room.Lin Sen squatted on the ground, reading my book, saw me coming, raised his head and said to me: "Magnetic reconnection."

"I've been watching this recently." I explained to him: "The interaction between the solar wind and the Earth's magnetic field causes the Earth's magnetic field to compress, stretch and even cross, resulting in a reconnection process. It's very interesting."

He pondered for a while, then continued to squat down and buried himself in the book. I reminded him to sit on the sofa and read, but he ignored it.

When I finished washing the dishes, he was still squatting on the ground reading a book.

I couldn't do anything with him, he was squatting on the ground, unable to mop the floor, and unable to arrange the furniture.I can only clear the books out of the box one by one and put them on the bookshelf in the bedroom.

By the time I've hung up the curtains, mopped the bedroom floor, and put together the laundry, he's finally ready to go.

Before he left, he borrowed the book.

Moreover, he pointed to the pressure cooker in the kitchen and said, "I don't know how to stew chicken, you can, here you are."

A big bowl of steamed chicken in exchange for a brand new pressure cooker is still a good deal.

I think that Lin Sen is indeed a strange person as rumored—his strangeness is because he lives a simpler and more direct life than anyone I have ever seen. Others say that he is silent because he does not say unnecessary words. , Fragrance is fragrance, like is like.Once you understand the principle of something, you have to say it right away.When you see a good book, you must read it as soon as possible.He can't cook and doesn't need a pressure cooker, so give me the pressure cooker.

His logic is as simple as that.

He doesn't waste time introducing himself or greeting each other, he doesn't waste time praising each other, flattering, or "admiring each other for a long time", he doesn't like interpersonal communication because he thinks it is unnecessary-but he can read a book all afternoon, hold it The pressure cooker can be studied for half a day...

He is indeed a strange man.

At nine o'clock in the evening, I finally tidied up the room. After reading the book I just bought for a while, I found something that I couldn't understand.

So I knocked on Lin Sen's door again.

He opened the door very quickly this time, and at the same time he was holding a book in his hand—the one he borrowed from me during the day.

"I have a question to ask you." I raised the book in my hand.

He let go of the doorknob and walked inside on his own.

"Have you eaten yet?" I glanced at his clean kitchen.

Lin Sen sat on the sofa, and then answered me slowly: "Not yet..."

"I still have some leftovers from the day, you can go to my place for a meal..." As I was speaking, the phone in my trouser pocket suddenly vibrated violently.

"Wait a minute, I'll take a call."

I took the phone and walked to the balcony of Lin Sen's house. It was already pitch black outside. I saw my expression on the window pane. I thought, if the person beside me was not Lin Sen but someone else, that person must be You will be intimidated by my expression.

The call is connected.

"Xu Xu?" It was a voice that was too familiar.

"Well, it's me."

"How about it, are you still used to it?" It seems that there is some kind of banquet over there, there is a faint sound of music, I can imagine him avoiding the crowd and walking into the garden.

"In this institute where the per capita diploma is above master's degree, I was welcomed in a line, and all my colleagues were delighted and surrendered to me."

He laughed. "Don't you want to go back to R University, I just fulfill your wish."

He is still the same, he has a reason for everything he does, and it is a righteous reason.

I sincerely asked him: "I want to go back to C University to teach, do you agree?"

"A place like University C is not suitable for you." He concluded with his usual arrogant tone: "You should stay in the physics institute of University R and do what you should do."

I'm really speechless.

"Actually, you don't need to be so troublesome." I considered my tone,

Try to make your words sound like a discussion rather than a sarcasm: "I remember, when I stayed at R University, you didn't like my stay there very much and ordered me to get out of Beijing within three days, so I got out. But now you send me back again, I am embarrassed, and the institute is also embarrassed. So, if you just want to play like before, you can tell me directly that I have a very good temper now, and I can discuss anything. "

No echo.

He hung up on me.

Look, this is Li Zhurong.He can do what he wants, he can be happy or moody.Thunder, rain and dew are all the grace of the king.For me and other mortals, it is best to kneel on the ground and shout long live, praying for him to be happy every day.

However, there is at least one thing I can do.

That is, no matter what he did, I had to show it—even if it was pretending to be heartless.Frankly speaking, he is a pervert.The worse I live, the happier he is.

What is he going to do, I can't resist.But at least when he wants to use a condescending posture to ask me about my current situation to please him, I won't make him happy.

All I can do is this.