The strongest brain in the universe

"By the way, what are you doing for..." Jiang Hui sized up Xia Zhou Xiuwen, then stopped talking suddenly.

Jiang Hui seldom looked people up and down, even acquaintances said the same thing, their eyes often stayed above the shoulders.

Only after talking and contacting for a long time, can she gradually have an overall impression and sense of this person.

The other party didn't notice it when he first came in, but now that she was sitting closer, she realized that Zhou Xiuwen was wearing a plain white military uniform today. The dark lines on the collar and sleeves and the neat tassels on both shoulders looked very solemn, even showing a bit of solemnity. Feel.

Perhaps because Jiang Hui's gaze was too obvious, Zhou Xiuwen looked back at himself inexplicably, thinking that there was something disrespectful about his clothes, which made Jiang Hui look so closely.

"You went to see them off today." Jiang Hui said suddenly.

Zhou Xiuwen was stunned for a moment before realizing the surprise in her words, subconsciously said: "How do you know..."

The girl whispered, "I saw it on the news this morning."

In fact, the report did not make it so clear. It only said that the soldiers who died in this battle would be buried collectively at eleven o'clock in the morning, and the remains would be escorted away by a special plane. The news is very brief, without extra seconds, and only mentions the participants such-and-such army and so-and-so at the end.

It's not surprising that Zhou Xiuwen didn't see the dragon for the past two days, but the other party didn't even show his face today, and he didn't send any communication messages. And when he showed up, he was wearing such a military uniform, and he knew it should be a gift.

In fact, when she saw the news this morning, she wanted to ask about the situation with Xiuwen next week. However, the news that "the blockade air port is approaching twenty-seven lanes and traffic control will be implemented" immediately brought her back to her senses.

She asked Zhou Xiuwen to confirm... so what if she confirmed that those sergeants were going to be buried today? She wanted to see her off, but that wasn't an ordinary funeral occasion.

It is a gift of honor for the dead, and it is the last elegy written by the empire for these heroes who died bravely. How could she go without relatives? Jiang Hui didn't even know the names of those soldiers who had protected them.

Even if Zhou Xiuwen can help her - is it to make the other party share his heart to comfort her when he is also sad about this? Or help her find convenience and go to the scene to go through the process... It doesn't make sense. People are dead, it doesn't make any sense at all.

Jiang Hui was very irritable, so he had to force himself to concentrate on assembling the mecha, thinking about distracting himself to some extent.

It's a pity that the effect doesn't seem to be very good, she can't do both well.

So when she saw Zhou Xiuwen's clothes, Jiang Hui still couldn't help asking - she wanted to keep silent about it.

Zhou Xiuwen didn't seem to expect to hear such an answer, and forced a wry smile on the corner of his mouth, nodded: "Yes."

"...you stop laughing." Jiang Hui turned his head away. The other party probably didn't know how unnatural the expression on his face was. Really, he felt so bitter in his heart, why did he still laugh, the more he laughed, the more bitter he became.

"Why are you acting like Huan Xian now? You have to find yourself uncomfortable, and you insist on putting on a mask when you are unhappy. There is no one here who you need to pretend to face. Ann, I won't be fooled by your point The expressions and emotions are scary." Where is the honest Zhou Xiuwen she met for the first time?

Jiang Hui clearly remembered that the other party was straight like something at the beginning, and he was a little timid, and he could express it frankly when he encountered something he couldn't do or couldn't bear. Why did he suddenly change his appearance in just a few months, or...is this the real face of the other party?

Being seen through by Jiang Hui again and again, Zhou Xiuwen was a little stunned. Immediately, as if some kind of heavy burden had been lifted, his straight body and shoulders loosened all of a sudden, and the whole body tilted so that the shoulders rested on the back of the chair.

The young man sighed for a long time, as if he was preparing his emotions or just adjusting his mood, he said after a long time: "A lot of things really happened recently."

Yeah, who said no? She hasn't recovered yet. Jiang Hui was like this, and he even talked about Zhou Xiuwen who was facing a more complicated situation.

Jiang Hui didn't have to listen to the other party's complaints and talk, but felt that he seemed extraordinarily tired today-even though the other party came to her with a normal appearance.

But there are still clues. Probably a little sad, he seems to be unable to maintain his usual gentle and optimistic, the whole person looks like a tight string, very uncomfortable. Jiang Hui thought that the other party probably needed to rest more, rather than insisting on talking about the scene.

There was silence between the two, and Zhou Xiuwen's voice resounded in the room after an unknown amount of time.

"Sorry, I haven't entertained you well when I invite you to my house. I'm probably a very irresponsible host."

But Jiang Hui shook his head: "That's inappropriate, and I would like to thank you and your family for taking in us uninvited guests for the time being. It has probably caused disturbance, and we can only be grateful. But..."

As soon as she changed her voice, a smile appeared in the corner of her eyes and said: "It doesn't matter if you came in a hurry this time, we can count from the next time, and next time you come again, classmate Zhou must treat us well."

Zhou Xiuwen's brows also relaxed a lot, and he felt a little lighter.

"By the way, I actually have one more thing to do when I come here..." It was almost time, and Zhou Xiuwen was about to turn on his optical brain to check the time, when two footsteps came from the door.

"Are you still okay? Xiuwen, didn't you tell us to wait downstairs early? Why are you two late?" The active and energetic voice of the young man suddenly broke the dull atmosphere in the room.

Then one sounded more calm, and Hillman hurriedly turned into the door. After a while, the other party slowly appeared outside the half-closed door. It was Huan Xian who hadn't seen anyone for two days.

It turned out that Zhou Xiuwen had already notified Huan Xian and Hillman before coming to Jiang Hui.

As a result, he had been talking in the room by himself for a long time, and he somewhat forgot about the other two that he had notified before, so he provoked them to come up in person.

Jiang Hui:? ? ? Can you forget this? !

She looked at the person opposite without a word, and the depression and anxiety on the other person's face just now had quietly disappeared, replaced by a sense of shyness that she had made a mistake.

Receiving Jiang Hui's questioning gaze, Zhou Xiuwen touched his nose and said, "Actually, it's fine. My father said he wanted to invite you to dinner tonight. Are you going?"

Zhou Xiuwen's father is also the owner of this mansion, and the Zhou family has never seen him since Jiang Hui came.