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The 1-minute silence seems to have evaporated people's thinking.

After a long while, Wang Xunlin pulled back his lost mind from the void: "You...you are?"

For a moment, he couldn't find the words to express his mood, and his head was pounding with blood: "The new leader of our group...is you!?"

Ye Yao nodded: "Yes."

"I... you... this is not..." Wang Xunlin touched his chest, feeling a little suffocated.

The accumulation of knowledge requires a process. Why does the scientific research community prioritize seniority? Essentially, if you don’t live to that age, you won’t be able to achieve broad horizons, rich experience, and skilled technology.

But the one standing in front of him now...

Wang Xunlin could not accept it.

"You, you wait!" He panted heavily, "I have to make a phone call and get someone to come over to confirm... Yes, I have to confirm!"

Then the poor Assistant Yan heard the wind and insisted on running another field in person.

When his clear and steady voice sounded in the laboratory, those who were puzzled and surprised by Academician Wang's sudden madness finally understood the reason.

With a bang, it was like airdropping flammables in a laboratory and lighting a fire firmly.

"New person in charge!?"

"??? Is my cochlea mutated and I can't hear clearly? Show me quickly."

"How old does he look? Is he in his twenties?? The person in charge? The team leader!?"

Due to the whispers suppressed by the quality of politeness, too many mixed together are still buzzing for people to hear clearly.

Under the intense gaze of a group of people, Ye Yao calmly pushed the metal identification card that symbolized his identity to his chest, and smiled at them: "It's the first time we meet, I hope we can get along in harmony in the future."

"You guys are playing too much, don't you give others any preparations in advance?" Ye Yao took off his coat and said to the people outside the door.

Bu Zhong sat on the wheelchair and smiled at him: "But I see you are very happy."

"Slander." Ye Yao glanced at him, but there was a smile on the corner of his mouth.

The two of them were ready to leave.

Ye Yao came here today just to say hello. He had a rough look at the specific experimental progress materials and had to study them carefully.

He discussed with Bu Zhong, and he officially started working three days later.

"Wait!" The back door opened with a bang, and Wang Xunlin hurried out from inside, calling out to Ye Yao.

"You..." There was some hesitation between his brows and eyes, the wrinkles on his forehead were twisted, and there was a hint of anxiety, "Are you..."

He stammered the beginning, then closed his mouth again.

Ye Yao saw his heart-scratching and tangled appearance, and stood quietly and considerately waiting for him to organize his words.

From an angle that he couldn't see behind him, Bu Zhong rubbed his watch, and a faint glint of cold light was dimly suppressed in his lowered eyes.

"May I ask, you... your family..." Wang Xunlin didn't mind the person in front of him being several rounds younger than him, and he used the honorific title to Ye Yao.

Ye Yao was taken aback, and hurriedly said, "Don't, there's nothing you don't want. From now on, you'll always call me by my name, even Xiaoye."

Wang Xunlin nodded slightly and eagerly overshadowed the topic: "I just want to ask, do you have any other relatives in your family?"

Ye Yao: "...relatives?"

Wang Xunlin: "Yes, they are about my age."

His expression became more and more strange, and the eyes that stared at Ye Yao were shining.

Ye Yao subconsciously thought of his deceased grandfather.

His heart skipped a beat, but his face remained calm: "No, father, elder brother, etc... They are not from your generation."

Bu Zhong's fingertips were already turning white.

Wang Xunlin even took a step forward: "Then... besides them, is there anyone else?"

Ye Yao's heartbeat gradually increased, and he vaguely realized that he had touched something.

Hidden secrets opened a gap in front of him, and behind it may be lingering darkness, but it is more likely to be a swamp.

But he wants to know.

"No more." He said bluntly, "Everyone else passed away."

Wang Xunlin's fingers trembled slightly: "When?!"

Ye Yao didn't seem to notice his strangeness, and replied cooperatively: "When I was very young, count the time, it's been more than ten years."

Wang Xunlin: "The one who died was yours—"

"Mother, and grandpa." Ye Yao answered, and then asked in doubt, "What's the matter with you asking these questions?"

Before he finished speaking, Wang Xunlin's complexion changed suddenly and he staggered back a step, looking at Ye Yao with a complex expression that instantly shattered the world.

Ye Yao: "..."

Although he really wanted to understand what was going on, this expression suddenly made him a little unbearable.

"that--"

"It's really, it's really..." Wang Xunlin looked him up and down, his eyes drifted as if he saw someone else through him, and he murmured like he lost his soul, "Like, it's so similar..."

Before Ye Yao could stop him from asking, the old man suddenly turned around and staggered into the door.

Ye Yao: "??"

Walk who?

After laying the groundwork for a long time, you thought there was going to be an orgasm, but you always left without saying a word?

He almost subconsciously wanted to catch up with Wang Xunlin and ask him.

"Ye Yao." Someone called him behind him.

Bu Chong's dark eyes were fixed on his back, but the tone of his mouth and the gloomy and gloomy eyes flowing in his eyes separated into two distinct worlds: "Aren't you going?"

Ye Yao stopped abruptly in chasing after him.

not now.

When I look back... I'm all in the same laboratory, so I'm afraid I won't be able to find out what's going on?

Forcibly suppressing the anxiety and thirst for knowledge in his heart, he turned around and said in a low voice, "Go, of course."

Ye Yao forced Chao Buzhong to show a nonchalant smile: "I'm almost fainting from hunger, today you treat me to dinner."

The door was pushed open with a click, and the room was silent.

Ye Yao stood quietly at the door, watching the moonlight pouring in through the window, like washing like training, but exuding a miserable coldness.

If she is still here, he still has his mother...

The long eyelashes cast deep and shallow arcs like thick ink under the eyes, blurring an indescribably cold loneliness.

There is no warm light, no steaming meals, and no one will turn his head and say "you are back" to him with a smile.

Never.

Ye Yao blinked slowly.

The moonlight was trampled under his feet, and the things in front of his eyes were covered with a halo.

He walked to the wall and was about to turn on the light when he caught a glimpse of something flickering in the living room out of the corner of his eye.

Ye Yao paused.

what?

He frowned.

The living room is made into a TV wall, and only a small desk cabinet is placed in the corner, and some decorations are placed on it, and there is nothing that can reflect light.

With his keen eyesight, the faint light was indistinct, swaying with his footsteps, and occasionally fell into complete darkness.

Ye Yao stopped.

In front of him lay the familiar photo quietly, the woman on it looked at her with a gentle smile.

however……

Ye Yao stretched out his trembling fingers and touched the photo frame.

Through the cold touch of the glass, the shimmering handwriting landed between the woman's undulating hair, suddenly tearing a big hole in his heart, and Shen Qingqiong's smile seemed to have a deep meaning, after more than ten years, Facing him who has gone through three lifetimes as an adult, he quietly opened a corner.

"East Yincheng Road, Senmao Apartment, No. 101."