imperfect gene

Song Changxiu raised his eyebrows, sensing that he was in a different mood, so he changed the subject with a few words and never brought it up again.After completing the procedures for borrowing books, the two walked out of the library together. Someone walked into the door and passed them by.Song Changxiu took a quick glance, saw that he was an acquaintance, and said hello, "Professor Zhao!"

Zhao Lianheng stopped, and his brows were furrowed. At this moment, he relaxed slightly, and his tone also relaxed: "It's you, you also come to the library?"

Song Changxiu raised a few books in his hand: "I'll return the books and borrow a few more."

Zhao Lianheng looked at the two people, probably felt that Rong Zheng looked familiar, or maybe he was recalling what happened in the cafe, nodded and left.Rong Zheng thought of Fu Zheng who waited from one o'clock in the afternoon to eight o'clock in the evening yesterday, and for some reason had some subtle feelings.He said casually: "Is that your professor?"

Song Changxiu smiled, "It's not mine, it's just that I know... a member of the university management committee. He is a professor and vice president of the medical school."

"You look very young?" Song Changxiu saw that Rong Zheng was very interested, and said more: "I am only 28 years old this year, and he is a very good person. Xiao Wu has always said that he wants to go to medical school. When he chooses a major in his freshman semester, I will I'm going to take him to meet some teachers. But I still need to see his grades first, if I don't have talent, I won't do these things."

In his position as an elder, he couldn't do better.Rong Zheng laughed it off, knowing that there was no need to tell Song Ziwu himself these words.When it was noon, Song Changxiu invited him to have lunch together.Rong Zheng agreed.

There were not many people in the student cafeteria, Song Changxiu suddenly asked: "Xiao Wu doesn't know about you, does he?"

Rong Zheng was puzzled: "What are you referring to?"

"It's about genes." Song Changxiu added: "I don't have the same prejudice as other people, but Xiaowu has a simple personality. I hope he can understand it naturally. You know, at your age, the three views are still being shaped. , if he can get in touch with more, he will have a broader view."

"His father was my cousin. He died on the battlefield when he was 13 years old. Since then he has changed a bit, always clamoring to go to the battlefield for revenge."

"It's a good thing he didn't get into the military academy...my cousin is the only child like him, and my cousin sister-in-law doesn't want him to be so dangerous. It's just that young people are full of blood and can't be persuaded." Song Changxiu said sincerely: "Now you are friends. You can persuade him more. Tell him to think about the mother at home and not be so impulsive. "

Although Song Ziwu lost his father when he was young, he has a mother who loves him and a cousin who takes care of him everywhere.Rong Zheng was slightly distracted, and he was a little envious—he had never enjoyed these ordinary but extravagant feelings.

It's just that he has long been used to being independent and strong, but he has recovered after being stunned, and smiled lightly: "He is also my friend, and I will do what I think should be done appropriately from the perspective of a friend."

Song Changxiu was very satisfied, and the two chatted a little more, ending the lunch.Afterwards, Rongzheng went back to the dormitory, and went to afternoon class with Song Ziwu.There was not enough time after class, so he hurried to the cafe, changed his uniform and came out to have a look, and sure enough, he saw Fu Zheng again.

Fu Zheng was still wearing a hat and a coat.The climate here is different from what Rong Zheng remembers, and it even snows in September.The brim of his hat was pulled down so low that people could not see his face clearly.It also avoids the trouble of being recognized.This time, I went to the No.17 single room, and Rong Zheng skillfully carried the white water.When he came out, the boss of Hanks asked him to help backstage, and asked him if he could adapt here.

Rong Zheng's part-time job life is very good, of course he is used to it, Hanks saw that there was only a glass of boiled water on the tray he was carrying, and he couldn't help being surprised: "What? Is there something wrong with today's coffee?"

"It's not about the coffee." Rong Zheng replied with a smile: "It's because the guests have only ordered water and nothing else since they came here for the first time and this time."

"Don't like coffee?" This cafe is a century-old shop inherited by the family. As the owner, Hanks pays close attention to everything in the cafe. He first thinks that the coffee is not good enough, and the second is why customers come here to order plain water .He was very puzzled and asked again: "How many times has that guest been here?"

"Counting today, it's the third time." Rong Zheng said, "Every time I reserved a single room."

"How many rooms did he make an appointment for?"

"The first time was No. 17, and I had an appointment. The two times were No. [-], alone."

Hanks walked to the front counter, tapped a few times to display the cafe's personal website, opened the reservation system, and was even more surprised: "No. 17 has been reserved for a month."

In the past few days, few people have reserved a single room, so Hanks didn't find out about this big customer.His curiosity has risen to the peak, and he can't help but wonder who the guest is.The name that can be reserved can be anonymous, just write "Mr. F".

"What a weird guest..." Hanks stroked his chin and thought, "F...who could it be?"

It's the character of Fuzheng.For some reason, Rong Zheng didn't want to tell the others that the one inside was Fu Zheng.He smiled and said, "The guest didn't do anything, he just seemed to be waiting for someone, so I don't think you need to bother him too much, right?"

Hanks laughed: "Yeah, anyone who runs a coffee shop will meet anyone, and he didn't do anything. But it's a pity not to drink coffee here. Doesn't our coffee taste good?"

As a boss, he is too dedicated, and he can't wait to recommend countless coffees to a guest to leave a good review.Rong Zheng didn't know much about coffee, but his heart moved, and he said, "He...should be a soldier, what kind of coffee would he like to drink more?"

"Mandheling!" Hanks blurted out, "The aroma is rich, the taste is rich, and the taste is strong... Many soldiers like to drink this kind of drink. I remember that I just bought the goods yesterday. I'm going to grind the coffee beans. You can send them over later. , so it’s a special gift from the cafe.”

Hanks turned around and entered the backstage, Rong Zheng was a little bit dumbfounded, so he sent the boiled water first.

The private room was very quiet. A tall man was sitting by the window, but his eyes were on the door.Facing Shang Rongzheng's eyes that came in instantly, he shook his hands, feeling as if he was being watched eagerly.

Although Rong Zheng was wearing a uniform today, he missed a button because he was in a hurry. His collarbone was exposed, and he had a red mole in the center. His skin was fair and his bones were clear. In Fu Zheng's eyes, his heart felt a little hot spread.

After he put the water away, Fu Zheng simply thanked him, Rong Zheng put away the tray, hesitantly smiled and said, "Guest, would you like some coffee?"

"Our store is a 300-year-old five-star store, and the coffee is very famous. Do you want to try it?"

Fu Zheng's eyes flickered, and he agreed for the first time.Rong Zheng quickly brought out the coffee called Mandheling, which he said was a special gift from the cafe.Fu Zheng took it and took a sip, and the mellow taste immediately filled his mouth.

Rong Zheng put down his coffee cup and walked out. Seen from the transparent glass wall on one side, the young man shuttled nimbly between the tea seats, smiling impartially, which made the little girls blush, and excitedly and boldly asked him for a communication Number.Rong Zheng just smiled and refused one by one.That smile was extraordinarily seductive, bright enough to confuse people's hearts.In Fu Zheng's eyes, he felt restless and moved.

He sat there in silence, drinking his coffee bit by bit.The small single room is full of fragrance, as if it is the unique temptation of that person.It was Monday, and Rong Zheng only stayed until 17:[-] pm, and the cafe didn't care about dinner. He changed his clothes, hesitated for a while, and knocked on the door of the No. [-] single room.

The door opened from the inside, Fu Zheng dressed and walked out, saying briefly: "Let's go."

Rong Zheng was confused, and followed him to the gate of the cafe in a daze. Boss Hanks was busy at the counter to settle the accounts. He felt a customer pass by and left, so he casually shouted "Welcome to come again next time", and Rong Zheng came back to his senses Come.

He stopped, and Fu Zheng also stopped.She turned her head slightly to look at him, as if wondering why he didn't leave.

"I..." Rong Zheng felt a little embarrassed for some reason. Standing in front of the cafe was not a solution, so he had to follow Fu Zheng to continue walking. When he reached the fork in the road ahead, he stood still again, but Fu Zheng turned around. Asked: "Let's go?"

Rong Zheng finally felt that something was wrong, this tone, this way... Isn't the other party waiting for that Professor Zhao in the cafe?How did it become like this?

But Fu Zheng kept that posture, waiting for Rong Zheng's answer.Rong Zheng took a deep breath, took a step back, and shook his head slowly: "No, thank you."

After speaking, he turned and walked away quickly.Fu Zheng didn't stop him until the back of the other party disappeared around the corner. He looked away and drove his hover car to the street parking lot.On the way, he called home and asked the kitchen to prepare dinner. After more than an hour, he returned to the Fu family mansion.

He parked the car and strode into the restaurant at home. The rich dishes on the table were steaming hot, exuding a charming color and fragrance. Fu Zheng took a few glances and suddenly felt no appetite.

The old butler Boen pushed the door open and asked with a smile, "What's the matter?"

Fu Zheng frowned, crossing his fingers on the table, his perplexed and bewildered expression made Boen, who had grown up with him, feel a little weird, after thinking for a long time, Fu Zheng slowly said: "I want to know, why So... to pursue someone?"