[CM] THE CASE

Love is nothing but madness. — Shakespeare

At 12:30, Griffith brought two plates to the table and called Reid.

Reid smirked at the life and death parting of the hero and heroine on the TV, Griffith looked at him suspiciously, and Reid quickly restrained himself.

He walked to the table and found that there were forks and spoons next to his plate, and the patterns were different, obviously not a set.Subconsciously, he glanced at Griffith's plate and found that he had placed chopsticks.

For convenience, Griffith made fried rice. Reid pawed a few times and asked, "Is this Yangzhou fried rice?"

The words "Yangzhou Fried Rice" are in Chinese, Reid said it quite standard, Griffith was quite surprised, and then laughed: "No, fried rice is just fried rice, it's just fried rice mixed with food, the taste is generally good."

Reid took a spoonful, cut the carrot and ham sausage into cubes, and mixed them into the golden rice grains: "The knife is good."

Griffith didn't know what to think, and smiled: "I'm a forensic doctor after all."

Reid hadn't swallowed the food down his throat, so he couldn't laugh or cry.

Griffith didn't understand Reid's appetite, but seeing his frail figure, he thought he shouldn't eat much.This left Reid staring wistfully at Griffith's plate - he still had more than half of it left. Griffith said guiltily, "No more."

Reid shook his head: "No need..."

Americans tend to have a sweet taste, even the most authentic Chinese restaurants will put a lot of cinnamon.That's why Griffith doesn't like eating out.The one he made himself has no sweet taste, but added a lot of hot sauce. Reid couldn't get used to eating, barely finished eating and was still not full, and he was even more embarrassed to tell Griffith.

Finally, Griffith brought out tomorrow's breakfast sandwich before Reid was full.

Naturally, after eating, he would not forget the purpose of Reid's visit.He didn't know what the motive was, so he brought the book of poems in his dream by accident.

Griffith flipped through the pages and chuckled, "Why did you buy a book of poetry? I'm not good at reciting."

This inexplicably matches the lines in the dream, and Reid's heart skips a beat, and he sits down next to him.

They stayed on the sofa in the living room, and Griffith asked casually, "Which song do you want to learn?"

Reid gave the page number, and Griffith glanced over, looking at him meaningfully.

That was the love poem Reid dreamed about.

The so-called "thinking by day, dreaming at night", it was no accident that Reid dreamed it.He was really learning then, but he had learned.Of course he wouldn't say this kind of fact, but with bad intentions, Reid's little tricks became more frequent.

It's a pity that his "bad intentions" are different from the "bad intentions" that Griffith thought.

"Very good, the poem is not long, let me demonstrate it first." Griffith gave him a "I understand" gratifying smile, and began to read it word by word.

"How to make you meet me

At my most beautiful moment

For this

I have prayed to the Buddha for 500 years

Pray for the buddha to let us form a bond

Buddha turned me into a tree

grow by the road you must pass..."

In order for Reid to see the words, Griffith chose to sit sideways, moving his fingers slowly with his own voice.His head was right in front of Reid's eyes, and Griffith's back could be pressed against his chest if Reid leaned forward.This awkward position made Reid dare not move, and the arms supporting his body were almost stiff.

Griffith is definitely not as good as the professional recitation audio that Reid listens to, but Reid can't hear the difference, but because of his crush, he prefers Griffith's version.

Reid took notes before, some of which were marked with pinyin, and some pinyin was not yet known, so he used phonetic symbols to get away. Griffith recalled how elementary school students put English words with Chinese homonyms. It was funny to find that the world is so big, but the way of learning foreign languages ​​is similar, clumsy and cute.He patted Reid backhand: "You read to me: how to make you meet me..."

Reid jumped out jerky: "How...how..."

A large part of the reason why Chinese is difficult to learn is the tones.The concept of tone does not exist in Latin-based languages, so what Reid pronounced feels completely wrong.Griffith hadn't even finished his first sentence when Griffith was cracking up.

"I'm sorry...cough cough, Reid...hahahaha..."

Reid pouted, aggrieved.

"I didn't do it on purpose. Cough cough, don't be angry." Griffith quickly calmed down, "Are you planning to confess your love with this poem?"

Reid blushed: "What, what?"

Griffith stared at him mockingly: "Don't you have someone you like? You suddenly started learning Chinese, and what you like is Chinese?"

Reid shook his head: "No, I'm just interested..."

"Then let me teach love poems? There are so many poems, why do you choose this one? Love poems are hard to find, right?"

If he continued to deny it, it would be self-defeating, so Reid had no choice but to admit it with a nod.

Griffith stopped gossiping with him and concentrated on teaching instead.

He was so considerate, while Reid breathed a sigh of relief, he couldn't help feeling disappointed.

The teacher teaches seriously, and the students learn carefully.But Reid's IQ is there, Griffith corrected it a few times, and he looks very good.So Griffith closed the book and ended the extracurricular tutoring: "Come teach me speech."

Reid had almost forgotten about it.He put away the poetry collection in a daze, and watched Griffith go into the bedroom and take out the speech.

"I asked the teacher to review the manuscript, and I have memorized it in the past two days. I also found a lot of advice on the Internet and practiced it in front of the mirror." Griffith smiled wryly, "Can you help me read it?"

Reid brought his speech, and Griffith was as nervous as a graduate interviewing for the first time. Reid couldn't help but say: "You relax, just like you usually release test writing-you usually do a good job."

Usually, there are only a dozen police officers who publish the quiz, but tomorrow, he will face hundreds of students.Testing and writing is the work of a group, but he is responsible for the speech alone.

He doesn't believe in himself—it's as if it's in him.

Griffith took a few deep breaths and began to read the opening words: "Good afternoon. I'm Foster Griffith, a member of the Behavior Analysis Team. I used to work as a forensic doctor..." He dryly recited the manuscript. Tell him, "You might consider adding a little joke."

Griffith blinked. "A joke?"

"Yes, your purely academic speech is not attractive, and more laughter will attract people." Reid said enthusiastically, "I often do this."

Griffith listened humbly.

"For example..." Reid couldn't help laughing at the thought, "For example, how many existentialists does it take to change a light bulb?"

Griffith blinked, bewildered.

Reid has already said the answer: "Two. One is responsible for changing, and the other observes the symbolic meaning of this beam of light itself in the vast empty space."

Griffith looked blankly at Reid and laughed, followed by a dry laugh, and said, "I'll think about it, besides this?"

Reid quickly shifted his focus: "In addition to this, you can consider enriching body language. But this kind of thing is not well grasped, and the movements are stiff, which may be counterproductive."

Griffith silently checked his second suggestion, regretting asking Reid.

Reid went on to give him a third suggestion: "Also, I think your case can be extended."

Griffith looked in the direction of his finger and couldn't help but froze - that was Nelson's case.

"I remember that this case is your most famous? Wasn't that what you asked about in the office last time? They should be interested in this, and it fits well with the theme of your speech this time. Personal experience should be easy to grasp, appropriate Add details, and the speech will be much more vivid... Speaking of which, why did you study psychology in the first place?"

Griffith's face froze, and Reid just looked up, taking in all the strangeness in his eyes.Looking down, Reid just caught sight of his bracelet.

"It's just an interest. You know I'm special, and I want to... know more about myself." Griffith briefly said, "I still have the draft of that... closing report."

Reid answered immediately: "Okay, take a look, and I'll pick out the details for you."

The two of them finished revising the speech together, and the sky was getting darker. Reid hesitated for a while and asked, "What are your plans for the holiday?"

Of course there is no plan. Griffith shook his head.

"Then come to Las Vegas?" Reid asked, "I'm going home for Christmas, if you're okay, why don't you come with me?"

His invitation was a little offensive, and Reid was ready to be rejected the moment he asked, but Griffith actually agreed.

Reid vaguely made an appointment, and he didn't react until he got into the elevator.

However, the person who agreed was wandering around while listening to the Christmas carols next door.

Las Vegas is not only Reid's hometown, but also James' home.

Griffith is not just Christmas. When James was still there, gifts were prepared for him every Christmas: chocolates, homework books, toys... the patterns never repeated.Although he didn't believe in Santa Claus, James seemed more excited than he was, and Griffith wasn't going to spoil him.

It's a pity that James hasn't been home for Christmas for so many years.

"Wonder where James is now," Griffith thought, "Just let me go home for him."

The author has something to say: Wisdom teeth are inflamed, it hurts QAQ

I can't eat delicious food during Chinese New Year, sad