Xu Jun's life

When he woke up in the morning, he probably had something urgent to do and had already left.

On a sunny day, with the wind blowing loudly outside, I suddenly wanted to lie in bed all day.

The research institute does not work on weekends, but for my weird colleagues, going to work is the same as resting, and they are doing research anyway.

I lay on the bed for a while, slept until noon, and woke up hungry.

I got up to cook, took a shower by the way, and turned the air conditioner to the highest.Lie back on the bed again, lie on the bed and read a book.

I have many living habits that are very unhealthy. I go to bed late and wake up late, I can lie in bed all day long, and I don’t eat until I’m so hungry that I’m about to go into shock...

I was a person who could read and read all day since I was a child.What I like most is reading in bed. My eyesight is extremely poor, and the problem is not just myopia. In You Qi's words, if my eyes suddenly go blind one day, he will not be surprised at all.

In the afternoon, I ate some food with the leftovers from last night, fell on the sofa, played with the tablet for a while, and finally decided to go to the research institute.

Today is a sunny day. Xiaobai, a bad boy who is addicted to games, knows how to enjoy life. He moved the tables and chairs to the balcony of the lounge. There is a big glass of Coke and a big bag of snacks in front of him. He wears headphones and shakes his head there. play games.

I took a book and sat on the balcony.

Over the past few years, I have become more and more afraid of the cold, and I have also begun to like basking in the sun.There are many flowers on the balcony, which were planted by the team leader Wang Zhi.

I read the book for a long time, and suddenly I was slapped hard on the shoulder, Xiaobai shouted: "Why are you here?"

"I've been here for a long time." I didn't look up.

Xiaobai was probably tired from playing, and he showed great interest in my book, so he immediately grabbed it: "What kind of book is this? Show me."

"You don't understand the works of the Ming Dynasty." I made a gesture to protect the book.

For a boy like Xiaobai who has not yet passed puberty, if you want him to do something, you just need to tell him not to do it.

So, he grabbed my book fiercely and shouted, "Show me quickly!"

"No."

"Give it to me! Give it to me!" Xiaobai bared his teeth fiercely at me: "If you don't give it to me, I'll tear it up!"

It's really interesting to tease this kid. He has a pure personality, everything is written on his face, he will say anything he wants, and he will grab it if he doesn't give it to him. He has exactly the same personality as the Samoyed that Lin Youqi raised before.

"What are you robbing?" Meng Su's voice passed

Come.

I'm new to Group A, and I haven't done much research on the family backgrounds of my colleagues. I only know that Qi Jing's family background is prominent. Now it seems that Meng Su's family background should be good. I saw it in Li Zhurong's opponent, Zheng Yehu.

Meng Su is very young, but tall, with a cold demeanor and a calm expression. He leans on the door between the balcony and the lounge, watching Xiaobai and I rob books, he looks like someone who is here to uphold justice.

"Meng Su, he reads pornographic novels." Xiao Bai hastily complained: "He said it himself, but he still doesn't show it to me."

I laughed happily: "Yes, you are a minor, so I can't show you..."

Xiaobai immediately became angry, and rushed forward to grab him.

Xiaobai was young and his temperament had not yet settled down. The team leader Wang Zhi was afraid that he would learn bad things, so he collected all the books on the bookshelf that were not suitable for children to read, and forbade him to read them.They all joked about it.

"Hey, don't grab it." Meng Su skillfully grabbed one with one hand, separated us, then pushed Xiao Bai aside, confiscated my book, and glanced at it: "Why are you kidding him?"

"It's just because he has nothing to do to tease him." I said calmly.

Meng Su glanced at me disapprovingly, and raised the cover of the book at Xiao Bai: "This is "Surprise", and there is another one on the shelf, what are you grabbing?"

Xiaobai suddenly became depressed, looked at me sadly, and said unwillingly, "Liar."

Obviously, my secretive attitude successfully made him think that I was reading another Ming Dynasty novel, which is called China's fifth most famous novel.

I wanted to tease Xiaobai again, but Lin Sen who suddenly returned to the lounge made me dispel the idea.

Everyone said that Meng Su had a cold personality, but the person whose expression didn't change a bit all day long was actually Lin Sen.

This afternoon, between Lin Sen and I, there was a conversation that made Xiao Bai roll on the sofa laughing.

"Lin Sen, when did you go back last night?"

"Nine o'clock."

I tried my best to recall it, and after the calculation, he probably waited in the living room for half an hour.

"So what did you have for dinner last night?" I asked him guiltily.

"meal."

His answer made Xiaobai laugh so much that he rolled off the sofa.

"I have nothing else to do, I'm going to the laboratory." He finished calmly, and before I could answer, he turned around and walked back towards the door he came from.

I stood in the lounge, and for a moment I didn’t

Know what to say.

I'm not a person without eyesight. Lin Sen's reaction was obviously angry.

"Why did you provoke him?" Meng Su folded his hands and leaned against the door, although my attention was on Lin Sen.But I also noticed that today he is slightly different from the cold Meng Su before, he seems to have a bit of humanity, and, I don't know if it's because of the weather, he actually showed a bit of laziness.

His face is very straight, with a high bridge of nose, and his eyes are not long and narrow, but rather have the meaning of "star eyes". When he stares at people, there is a chill in his eyes.

I remember, the first time I saw him, I had just had my plaster cast removed, and I had a cold again, with a runny nose, and the tip of my nose was red from blowing.My eyes were not wide open, and I was thrown here by Li Zhurong in a daze. Wang Zhi had important matters to attend to, and he was in charge of receiving me.

I was dizzy at the time, and I only remembered that he was a tall man who took the suitcase for me as soon as we met, and only said "I am Meng Su" and never spoke again.I followed him, climbing the stairs. He seemed to be wearing a black overcoat with a broad back.He has long legs, walked fast, and stopped to wait for me.

My first impression of him was good, because all morning, he directed the movers to put my furniture in order, and drew me a map of the school.

Later, he took me to visit the research institute, and his attitude was also the kind of alienation that made people feel comfortable.No probing, no bullshit, and no bad attitude.At that time, I already had a score for him in my heart, and said in a polite way: "This son is not a thing in the pool."

In front of such a person, I don't need to hide anything.

"It's okay, I had guests at home last night, and I had a little conflict with Lin Sen." I answered Meng Su's question.

"The guest who pinched Lin Sen's neck last time?" Meng Su's eyes could almost pierce people's hearts.

I acquiesced, took the book out of his hand, and put it back on the shelf.

"I'm hungry and I'm going home to cook. Would you two come to my house for dinner?"

Xiaobai was busy playing games, without raising his head, he waved to me to show that he was free.Instead, it was Meng Su who picked up the hat on the hanger and followed me out the door.

I have always been curious, what should his family's family situation be like?His family background is at least wealthy, and he dresses and works in a very Western style, but he has read ancient Chinese literature. Of course, the strangest thing is that he is also a physicist.

Both he and Xiaobai live upstairs from me, so it's convenient to eat.

I don't like to eat vegetables, I buy things that can last for a long time, there are eggs, a handful of chives, and chicken in the refrigerator, on a whim, I went to the living room and asked Meng Su: "Shall I make steamed rice for you? "

At that time, Meng Su was studying the tank of fish I put on the coffee table. Hearing my words, he raised his eyes and asked me, "Steam rice?"

"It's better than fried rice." I took out several palm-sized earthenware bowls from the sink, laid them out in a row, took the basin and started washing the rice.

The thing I hate the most is washing the pot, especially the pot for cooking rice. I learned this steamed rice recipe from a Cantonese restaurant. First, steam the rice until it is half-cooked, then cut the leek into sections, and fry it with the chicken until fragrant. Cover the rice, put it into the steamer, put the prepared steamed egg into the pot, and wait for the rice to be cooked.

Anyway, Meng Su only knows bibimbap, and I don't want to eat, so it's as simple as possible.

"Where is your home?" I sat on the sofa opposite Meng Su and bent my whole body into the sofa.

"How do you know how to cook?" Meng Su asked without answering.

It was so obvious that he didn't want to answer, so that I felt guilty for saying the wrong thing.

"When I was studying, my parents were not at home, so I had to cook for myself."

In fact, when I was in elementary school, my dad often finished class very early, but he couldn't cook, and neither could I, so the two of us sat in the living room, staring at each other with hunger, waiting My mother came back to cook.

My dad is an eccentric physics professor, he can't socialize, he can't cook, and he can't even pat me on the shoulder like other people's fathers, and talk to me about some men's topics.He wears high glasses, is always silent, thin, and wears a white shirt that my mother has cleaned.He can only teach and only study physics.

But he taught me one thing called faith.

He has been busy with physics all his life, studying physics when he was a student, and teaching others to learn physics when he was a teacher. I still remember when I was young, my mother was not free, so I asked him to take me, and he took me to class.Putting me on the podium to play with chalk, he gave lectures to the students, wrote on the blackboard, and the chalk dust fell down one after another.There was a gap between the podium and the floor, which he always forgot, and when he stepped back while writing on the blackboard, he almost fell down.

He has no concept of money, and he doesn't care what he eats, as long as he has food and clothing.He was happiest when someone listened to him talking about physics. At that time, his eyes lit up, and it seemed as if something was burning in his thin body.

An ignorant teacher like him doesn't know how to order, tell jokes, or invite students to dinner.It stands to reason that he can't teach very good students.However, in the entire C University, the best physics students are all from his class.

I will always remember when he looked at a student, stared at him with a kind of childlike bewilderment, and asked him, "Why don't you study physics?

Physics is good..."

Yes, physics is really good.

But I am no longer the Xu Xu I was back then. I dropped out of school for too long, and when I picked up books again, I couldn't read a word.

I was the most proud student he taught, but I was also the only one who made his heart ache until he couldn't sleep in the middle of the night.

When I was 17 years old, I entered his dream school. Four years later, I saw that I was about to enter the research institute that is the symbol of the domestic physics community, but I dropped out because of an emotional scandal, ruining my future as a physics student .

The day I went to study for a law degree, when I came back, my mother told me that after I left, my father locked himself in the study, and a university professor in his 40s was crying in the study.

I have never seen my dad cry. I still remember that when I was young, he was afraid that I would move around and carried me on his shoulders.When I met his colleague, he blushed and introduced clumsily: "This is me...my son." I still remember that on the day I was admitted to R University, he never drank, and I don't know where he got a bottle When the wine comes, you must "cheers" with me. After drinking two glasses, I was so drunk that I fell asleep.

I never thought that my dad would cry.

Li Zhurong kept asking me what I was stubborn about.I don't know why I am stubbornly refusing to give in, maybe it's just because of the old man who cried all night in the study.For the faith he taught me that has been buried.

During this period of time, I have said many things to Li Zhurong, many of which were lies.But one thing is true.

It was in the hospital in City C. I lay in bed for half a month, then woke up, and I said to him, "Li Zhurong, the thing I regret the most in my life is meeting you."