you are my baby [rebirth]

"Room [-] is reopened."

When Lin Fang said this, Jiang Suifeng was putting down his backpack.

Hearing this, he bent down and took out a thick stack of questionnaires from the drawer, which was exactly the one that Lu Xiye asked him to bring back from school.

The questionnaire is aimed at middle school students, and it is mainly a small survey of adolescents on health cognition, daily drug cognition and emergency disease response.

Speaking of it, it is actually more like a disguised health science popularization.

Jiang Suifeng handed the stack of questionnaires to Lin Fang: "Open another bottle of wine and send them to Box [-] together."

After speaking, he thought for a while, and then said the name of the wine.

"Huh?" Lin Fang turned his head to look at him, and put the questionnaire on the table: "If you take this bottle out, your work will be for nothing in two or three months."

"Okay." Jiang Suifeng took off the padded jacket and hung it up, then put away the gloves.

Today, city A ushered in the first cold snap after winter, and the tip of his nose and finger joints were frozen pink.

"By the way," he said again: "Let's add another fruit plate."

He was about to go out after he finished speaking, but was stopped by Lin Fang's stretched legs: "Which song is this from?"

"He gave me a set of cotton clothes." Jiang Suifeng said indifferently: "It's not easy to take other people's things for nothing."

"You don't mean to replace the padded clothes with something of comparable value, do you?" Lin Fang asked amusedly.

Jiang Suifeng was silent for a moment, then looked at Lin Fang: "It's a little higher than his value."

"Okay, it's good." Lin Fang said, "Why didn't I see that you and I are so clear?"

"Do you want to?" Jiang Suifeng asked: "If you want to, I'll tell you next time."

"Do you not know if I want it or not?" Lin Fang pinched his earlobe, and said bluntly: "Whether he wants it or not, you must know."

Jiang Suifeng smiled, but did not speak.

"As someone who has been there," Lin Fang said again: "I don't think he has any other intentions, but simply likes you. Your response is somewhat hurtful. Listen to me, it's still too late to change your mind."

"He likes me?" Jiang Suifeng asked back, and smiled again: "Master, have you heard of dimensionality reduction attacks?"

As an experienced person, Lin Fang felt as if he was being despised.

"It's not in the same dimension, what do you like?" Jiang Suifeng didn't seem to despise him, but expressed his opinion to him seriously: "It's just for fun, if you have enough fun, you will naturally marry someone with the right family. "

He said calmly, not as if he was seventeen or eighteen years old, but rather as if his heart was dead in his seventies and eighties: "I don't have such a dream."

Not long after Lu Xiye arrived, he was sitting by the window smoking a cigarette.

There is a Dancer dancing on the stage, and the lights are dazzled with the rhythm.

The dance floor was even more crowded with people, and it was so hot that people forgot the sudden drop in temperature outside.

He had a wine glass, a cigarette case, and a lighter in his hand, as well as a summary report manual of genetic tests made by domestic and foreign genetic companies for various diseases.

Not long after, his cell phone rang with a video request.

Lu Xiye closed the window, leaving only a gap to isolate the too noisy outside, and connected the video call.

On the opposite side was a young man in a white coat, with exquisite eyebrows and bright smile.

"Hello, Shangchi," Lu Xiye asked with a smile, "Do you want to go to the experiment?"

"Just came out of the lab," Shang Chi rubbed his face, "I stayed up all night yesterday."

"Thank you." Lu Xiye said.

Shang Chi, a well-known young genius, studied molecular biology at a top international university, and is currently conducting research with his mentor in a foreign laboratory that focuses on gene therapy.

It was also one of the researchers that Lu Xiye specially visited abroad a few days ago.

"I've considered what you said last time," Shang Chi said, "It's just the domestic scientific research environment..."

"Don't worry." Lu Xiye said, "Lu's can't afford to support such a research laboratory, and the research direction of combining genes and immunity, if you miss it, you will regret it in the future."

Shang Chi was silent for a moment. This kind of research will either achieve great achievements, or it will not be able to make progress in ten or even decades. For scientific researchers, the general environment is too important.

Lu Xiye seemed to know what he was thinking, he didn't rush him, but waited quietly for his answer.

Suddenly, Lu Xiye, who had always been quiet in the camera, made a movement. He seemed to raise his hand to open the window. Almost immediately, the noisy drums outside poured in.

At the same time, his figure was also turned to one side, leaving only a beautifully drawn jaw line in the camera.

Shang Chi was stunned for a moment, staring at the line for a moment.

In about a few seconds, Lu Xiye sat upright again, and his eyes looked at the camera again, and his eyes seemed to be a little brighter than before: "You can think about it again."

"Of course I want to contribute to my country." Shang Chi said, and finally made up his mind: "It's a happy cooperation, Shao Lu."

Lu Xiye laughed: "It's a pleasant cooperation."

Immediately afterwards, the two communicated for a long time about the time of their return and some details of the establishment of the laboratory.

The more Shang Chi chatted, the more excited he became, even the exhaustion from staying up late and working was almost wiped away.

Originally, he did not dare to have too much hope for the domestic research environment, so he chose to stay and work in a laboratory abroad.

But the communication with Lu Xiye made him feel that Lu's decision to establish a gene therapy laboratory was not a whim, but he had done more homework than he imagined.

Even in many fields that he rarely dabbled in, Lu Xiye could talk with eloquence, which is indeed surprising.

At the end of the exchange, Lu Xiye apologized, and then came in with a loud voice.

Not long after, a very low voice came from the opposite side, and Shangchi couldn't hear it clearly, but he became confused when he saw Lu Xiye's expression, and asked, "What?"

He said a few more words on the other side, accompanied by the slight clash of tableware.

This period of time was very short, only about ten seconds, but when Lu Xiye returned to the video, his expression obviously faded.

This made Shangchi very curious about what happened in these short ten seconds, but all he could see was the square inch enclosed by the camera.

The show ends around 11:30.

After getting off the stage, Jiang Suifeng changed his clothes and prepared to leave.

At the door, he met Lin Fang who came down from upstairs, and Lin Fang gave him a hand: "Go back after eating supper, be careful of stomach pain."

"No," Jiang Suifeng shook the phone in his palm: "My mother is coming back today."

"Oh," Lin let go of his hand and teased him: "Go home and eat your mother's meal."

Jiang Suifeng raised the corners of his mouth, and just as he was about to leave, Lin Fang said, "The things you told me have been delivered to Room [-]."

Jiang Suifeng paused and said, "Okay."

He added, "Thank you."

The wind outside was very strong, mixed with fine snow particles, making a fine crackling sound when it hit the clothes.

The chill soaked through the clothes in an instant, and drilled directly into the body along the pores.

Jiang Suifeng pulled up his hood, lowered his head and walked quickly to the bus stop.

At this point, ordinary people have already returned home, and most of those who come to the nightclub drive or take a taxi, so there is no one at the bus stop.

He stood in a daze under the dim streetlights, and cast his eyes in the direction of the bus.

The sound of fine footsteps came from behind, and it became extremely stealthy under the cover of the wind and snow and the hood.

By the time he realized it, the footsteps had stopped very close to him.

Then, a hand was placed on his shoulder.

The hood blocked his view, and he instinctively stepped back to the side, raising his hand to lift the hood off.

The man followed closely, looked down at him slightly, his phoenix eyes were cold, but his breath was warm with the smell of alcohol.

On such a cold day, Lu Xiye only wore a black shirt, and the snow fell on his shoulders, covered with a thin layer of white.

Jiang Suifeng forgot to back away, so his wrist was held in the palm of his hand.

That palm was very cold, and he shivered slightly from the ice.

He thought that his refusal and hints were already obvious, and with Lucy's identity and self-esteem, he would never entangle him again.

There are many good-looking boys. Although there are not many boys with eyes like his, there are not too few boys who look for them with heart. At least in the last life, Lu Xiye has never been broken by his side.

Jiang Suifeng struggled, but he didn't break free from that cold palm.

He raised his eyes, snowdrops fell on his eyelashes, making his eyes clean and transparent, but unfortunately there was no warmth: "Mr. Lu, you drank too much."

"Really?" Lu Xiye answered irrelevantly: "The wine you invited is delicious."

The bus was long overdue, and the bright headlights illuminated this area without hiding.

The car stopped panting in front of the platform, and the door slammed, as if to urge the passengers.

Jiang Suifeng broke free from Lu Xiye's hand, and with great strength, he staggered Lu Xiye a step.

"I'm going home," he said.

"Jiang Suifeng," Lu Xiye was very drunk, persistently going to hold his sleeve: "Your wine got me drunk, won't you take me home?"

"Give me your driver's phone number," Jiang Suifeng said patiently, "I'll ask him to pick you up."

The bus driver urged impatiently: "Are you still going?"

Jiang Suifeng glanced at Lu Xiye again, and Lu Xiye was also looking at him, but he didn't intend to give him the phone.

He turned and got into the car, the door closed quickly behind him, and the bus drove into the snow.

There were only a few sporadic passengers in the car, and all the packages were tightly packed.

Jiang Suifeng looked out through the car window. In the snowstorm, Lu Xiye was still standing there, motionless.

In the middle of the snowy night, there were few pedestrians and vehicles on the road, and the car soon arrived at the next stop. With the sound of the car door opening, Jiang Suifeng's heart suddenly tightened.

He clenched his fingers and didn't move.

No passengers got in or out of the car, the doors were quickly closed again, and the car drove forward.

Soon after arriving at another stop, the moment the car door opened, Jiang Suifeng put his head on the cold glass and closed his eyes.

The car drove again and reached the third stop.

The moment the car door opened again, he finally stood up and walked towards the back door.

The snow is getting heavier, and the wind blows on the face and blinds the eyes.

On the endless long street, he ran towards the way he came.

The three-stop journey is not too far, but it took some time for the feet to fall on the thin snow layer, which was wet and slippery.

He thought that Lu Xiye had already left, but when he arrived, he saw him sitting quietly on the bench waiting for the bus.

Such coldness was no stranger to Lu Xiye.

In the winter after Qin Moyan drowned, his mental state was very bad.

Many times, he secretly sat outside at night to feel the biting cold.

I want to empathize with what Qin Moyan once felt, the coldness of the sea in winter.

He sat for a long time, the alcohol made his consciousness gradually blurred, but the cold kept his consciousness clear.

In the wrestling tug, he seemed to see that person again.

The man ran towards him quickly, stood in front of him and looked down at him.

"You did it on purpose?" he asked.

He couldn't help reaching out to him, holding his wrist with frozen fingers, and then he heard the man sigh and said softly and coldly: "Let's go, I'll take you home."