Desperate

When it comes to professionalism, Gu Yaoming obviously gets excited, but the ordinary-looking man is radiant at the moment, he is a little mysterious and authentic:

"I can't disclose the details... But our explosion test has actually been subdivided down to the atomic level..." His eyes flashed with excitement, "Maybe this is an experiment that will change the world."

Cen Bai was stunned for a moment, he looked at Gu Yaoming's sincere smile, and suddenly felt a somewhat complicated feeling in his heart.He thought that he was undoubtedly a good scientist and a good professor.But he is destined to be different from his friend, he does not have Gu Yaoming's intelligence, nor does he have his concentration.

In Cen Bai's heart, reputation, family, and career always have a place. He can't be like Gu Yaoming, who devotes himself wholeheartedly to research without asking for rewards or gains or losses. The small laboratory was his whole world.

He always felt that such a life was missing.

But Cen Bai also has to admit that the world is promoted by a single-minded genius like Gu Yaoming, and a person like himself is ultimately an ordinary screw in this world.

There was sincere admiration in his expression: "Lao Gu, congratulations, you deserve such an achievement."

The honest and honest Bangguo slapped the back of his head in embarrassment. It happened that the fishing rod in Gu Yaoming's hand also moved at this moment, and he immediately began to draw in the fishing line with a smile on his face.

"It seems that between us, God favors you." Cen Bai said meaningfully, and patted Gu Yaoming on the shoulder.

"Don't play tricks, you..."

Wen Qinglan and Cen Lu have been silent for a long time.

The cowardly woman couldn't stand the stiff atmosphere. She looked up at her son timidly, and saw Cen Lu silently skewering vegetables. She thought it was his first time doing this, so he must be a little unskilled , she is by the side so that he can help him.

But Cen Lu seemed to be handling all kinds of vegetables without a teacher. The green peppers were stripped of tendons and seeds, cut in half and stringed; the mushrooms were cut off the roots one by one, and scratched on the umbrella-shaped head on a cross.

Cen Lu didn't use a knife very often, although he cut slowly, there was nothing to criticize.Wen Qinglan searched in her memory, and remembered that Cen Lu also went into the kitchen to watch him cook when he was a child, but it was only a few times, and he knew it too.

Wen Qinglan's expression dimmed, this child really lived up to his expectations, no matter what he saw once, he could do it as quickly and well as his father.In her fantasy, Cen Lu failed the exam, and then took her son into his arms to comfort her, which never happened.

As she thought about it, the regret in her heart made her a little sad.

While in a trance, Wen Qinglan had no time to pay attention to the work in her hands. The sharp bamboo stick accidentally pricked her hand, and a blood spot immediately appeared on the woman's soft fingertips. The blood bead grew bigger and bigger in a few seconds. It's about to drip on raw meat.

Wen Qinglan was still in a daze, but Cen Lu sharply saw the wound on her hand, grabbed her hand a second before the drop of blood fell, and moved away from the chopping board: "Mom! What are you doing! "

"Ah," Wen Qinglan realized that you had hurt your hand, and the warmth of the boy's palm came from her wrist. She hadn't been so close to her son for a long time, and she wanted to pull her hand out because she was not used to it, " It's okay...I..."

Cen Lu held her hand tightly, and didn't dislike the greasy lard on her hand: "Hands are too dirty, I need to clean them up."

Leaving his mother to stay where he was, he trotted all the way to the tent, grabbed his backpack and came back.Cen Lu buried his head in his bag and searched for a long time before he found a pack of wet tissues. He breathed a sigh of relief and muttered unintentionally: "I knew you would bring this, but it's quite useful unexpectedly."

Wen Qinglan was a little stunned, she did have the habit of carrying a pack of wet tissues in her bag, just to wipe her hands anytime and anywhere outside.

But she didn't expect Cen Lu to pay attention to this.

Cen Lu pulled out one, let Wen Qinglan spread her five fingers, and wiped the stains on her hands carefully, especially around the wound.Cen Lu's focused expression made Wen Qinglan a little dazed, as if the relationship between them had always been like this kind of motherly kindness and filial piety, not like a faint stranger.

Cen Lu felt the gaze above his head, and looked up at his mother: "What are you looking at?" He looked at the wound that was still bleeding, and was a little angry: "What were you thinking just now?"

Of course, Wen Qinglan couldn't say it was because Cen Lu worked so well that she was a little disappointed. She could only dodge her son's eyes and looked around trying to tell a lie. Fortunately, the farmhouse that rented their fishing gear just now was not far away. The woman pointed to the small bulging earthen bumps in the farmyard, and said, "I just... I was just looking at the things in other people's yards, and I wanted to find some inspiration to go back and decorate our house... Look at Xiaolu. Look, what are those things?"

Wen Qinglan usually loves to tend flowers and plants when she has nothing to do, so this lie is not too much.After Cen Lu wiped his mother's hands, he tilted his head and glanced at the place the woman pointed at. Then the boy turned his head, looked at his bewildered mother and sighed softly: "That's the grave."

Wen Qinglan was dumbfounded, she stood there wringing her hands, she felt that she was really lifting a rock to shoot herself in the foot.

Cen Lu sensed the awkward atmosphere, and the spring breeze gently brushed past the two of them, stirring the curly hair on Wen Qinglan's forehead. He looked at his mother who had done something wrong, and suddenly felt a little guilty.

Did he ignore her too much?

For the first time, Cen Lu took the initiative to give her a step down: "You have been staying in the city, it's no wonder you don't know..." He looked back at the two bulging hills, "The countryside is no better than the city. Here, there are not as many rules as ours. After death, they have to be buried in the cemetery. These civilians should..." He hesitated, "I really believe that the dead family members will always guard them. So they are buried in their own cemetery. In the yard, it is also convenient for the deceased relatives to find their way home."

Wen Qinglan hung down her long, curly eyelashes and said nothing.

Cen Lu racked his brains to fill the silence: "And... I heard that in the past, they still had the tradition of burying important things with the coffin." He smiled dryly, "It's quite funny, they really thought they were dead After that, those things will follow."

Cen Lu was influenced by his father since he was a child, and has always believed in the truth that "the son does not talk, the strange power confuses the god".

Wen Qinglan didn't answer him, but just silently looked at her son who was outstanding in appearance, watching the blue sky and white clouds drifting leisurely above his head.

She thought, sure enough, this child is still different from his father.

She didn't speak until Cen Lu was about to fidget: "I think it's a good idea to bring important things into the coffin."

Cen Lu thought that his mother was trying to agree with her, and it was really not the style of his cowardly mother to refute his face in front of her, so he froze on the spot for a while.

"If I die, I should follow the example of these civilians." Wen Qinglan whispered, her son's gaze made her a little scared, "But I have nothing important, the only important thing is your father." She paused , "I just want to die with him in a hundred years, that's enough."

Wen Qinglan's eyes passed over her son, and landed softly on her husband by the river bank. Cen Bai seemed to be having fun with Gu Yaoming.

So when he talked to Cen Lu again, his expression became much gentler: "I will trouble you about this matter in the future."

Cen Lu didn't answer her, and even looked at her stingily.Without saying a word, he left his mother behind and walked towards his father.

Fortunately, he still wanted to say a few more words to his mother, Cen Lu thought to himself, his heart throbbing with pain.

Wen Qinglan didn't even realize that when she said "there is nothing important except the father", she subconsciously excluded her son.Maybe she didn't mean it, but the ignorance in that tone still made Cen Lu unbearable.

The proud boy secretly blushed, but his mother never knew about it.

The last time Cen Lu saw Gu Yaoming was in a dark night of lightning and thunder.

His room is on the outermost side of the second floor, so he was the first to hear the knock on the door. The visitor seemed to be in a hurry, and he even forgot to ring the doorbell. He just patted on the door eagerly. If you go down and open the door one second later, the person who comes will have to kick it with his foot.

He looked at the person unexpectedly: "Uncle Gu, why are you here at this hour?" He glanced at the wall clock, the hour hand was pointing between three and four.

Gu Yaoming was wearing a black raincoat, but he was still soaked by the pouring rain outside the window, and was dripping water on the wool carpet of Cen Lu's house.The man is wearing a hood and has a stooped figure, which is quite different from the high-spirited middle-aged man two months ago.

At this moment, a bolt of lightning flashed across the floor-to-ceiling windows, sharply flashing across the dark night, and the glaring light illuminated the man's drenched cheeks pale.

Cen Bo stood on the stairs in his nightgown and slippers, with sleepy eyes: "Xiao Lu, who is it?"

"It's... Uncle Gu." Cen Lu didn't even dare to confirm who the middle-aged man in front of him was so skinny.

In Cen Lu's impression, Gu Yaoming has always been personable and polite, why has he ever been in such a mess?

No matter how ignorant Cen Lu was, he knew that Gu Yaoming might come to his father in an emergency, so he hurried out of the way.

Gu Yaoming closed the door, and it was too late to apologize to the father and son. He crossed Cen Lu, and his tattered rubber shoes stepped on the clean and shiny marble floor of Cen Lu's house. May pass out.

Cen Bo hurried down the stairs to help him, his friend's hands were cold, he stared closely at Gu Yaoming's eyes, unexpectedly found that his old friend's always clear eyes were a little lax at this moment.

Gu Yaoming looked at Cen Bai tremblingly, pushed aside the hem of the soaked raincoat, and took out a handful of crumpled paper from the coat, and could only speak in a hoarse voice after being wasted for a long time: "Old Cen, I have something to ask you."

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In the next chapter, Shen Shen Xiao Zhengtai is about to appear~