Beauty Bones - Part 1 E-Book

MooBao

• Herausgeber: Huyen Ta
• Kategorie: Gesellschafts- und Liebesromane
• Sprache: Englisch

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2022

Beschreibung

beautiful human bone is rare in the world. Those with bones have no skin, and those with skin have no bones. Most people in the world have shallow eye holes, only see the surface, but not the bone. If in today's society, there is someone who loves you deeply with the memory of two lifetimes, how happy it is. Shi Yi is like this to Zhou Shengchen! But he has already forgotten her! 

Leseprobe

The wedge only sees the surface, not the bone

The rain is pattering, making Xi'an like misty rain south of the Yangtze River.

It is clearly the land of Sanqin, but the ancient city of Chang'an is no longer visible.

Shi Yi leans against the window, looking at the street signs passing by just outside the car window.

"What do you want to eat?" Hong Xiaoyu, who was beside him, smiled and unfolded the map that had been folded into a booklet, flipping through the food guide on his mobile phone, and planning the route after he stayed.

"Finish your interview first?"

Shi Yi smiled and reminded her.

The three of them got out of the car, walked around the quiet street, wandered through several scattered bungalows, and finally found a place.

The door was opened by a very young girl, only in her early twenties. And Hong Xiaoyu's interviewee is the girl's husband, a simple and honest man.

After a few people entered the door, the couple were a little shy and greeted when they should sit down.

"Don't be nervous, it's like chatting casually." Xiaoyu smiled kindly and motioned for the man to sit in front of him.

On rainy days, the room is dark.

There is only a light of yellow and orange, placed between the interviewee and the interviewee.

In a question-and-answer interview, Shi Yi gradually understood such a story.

The man in front of him came from a very poor place. He worked hard for several years. After earning some money, he did not keep a cent. He invested in education in his hometown and helped families even poorer than him.

No property, no house.

Is a person of noble character.

The reason why this story attracted the media was because of his little wife. The girl with delicate features in front of her is a college graduate and also a fellow villager of this man, just because she saw his story in the report.

Just find him and marry him.

The first half of the story is touching, but the second half is really unexpected.

On a rainy day, there is no heating equipment in this room.

Shi Yi and Hong Xiaoyu were sitting all the time, their hands and feet were already cold.

Fortunately, the interview has come to an end. Finally, Hong Xiaoyu finally turned to the girl: "According to ordinary people's standards, your husband is really not a good home. What is your next plan?"

The girl smiled and glanced at the man: "We all have the ability to make money and are in good health. We will definitely live a good life after returning home in two years. And," the girl laughed softly for a while, " I'm not afraid of him doing anything to hurt me, he's a good guy."

The little wife's words concluded today's interview.

End of work.

They went to the nearest Mi's house to make steamed buns. It's a very small store, crowded with people, and the environment is noisy, but the business is very good. While eating, Shi Yi looked around, and found that someone was holding a bowl, standing beside him breaking buns with his hands, while patiently waiting for someone to have an empty seat.

Hong Xiaoyu also imitated the example, breaking off a piece of steamed bun: "Looking at today's interview, is there anything particularly touching?"

Shi Yi chuckled: "Do you want to write a blog, but lack an introduction?"

"Dead woman," Hong Xiaoyu glanced at her, "Say it quickly."

Shi Yi took a sip of soup, thought for a while, and then said, "Most people in the world have shallow eyes, they only see the skin, but not the bones. This little girl is rare, and she can see the essence of this man at a glance."

Hong Xiaoyu sighed: "It sounds delicious, I like it," she added spicy to the soup, and suddenly thought of something: "You said yesterday, the researcher you met at Guangzhou Airport has been there these days. Xi'an?"

Shi Yi still had something in his mouth, and said, "His university has recently conducted a project exchange with the Chinese Academy of Sciences, and he is here on a business trip."

"To be honest, I don't see how special that person is, and he looks ordinary. I didn't expect you to take the initiative to get to know him," Hong Xiaoyu looked at her with a smile, "Is this the so-called right eye?"

She rolled her eyes and glanced at Hong Xiaoyu: "I just want to know him, without any bad intentions..."

Before he finished speaking, his shoulders sank slightly, and he took a man's hand.

Hong Xiaoyu looked along that very beautiful hand, and couldn't help laughing secretly, what a coincidence, it was the person they were talking about who came.

This man's brows are extremely bookish, and his face is ordinary, not ugly, but it is easy to forget. He was wearing a white coat commonly used in the laboratory, but it was not buttoned up, it was just so open, revealing the shirt and trousers inside.

It is very tidy, there is nothing wrong with it, but it does not match the surrounding environment.

Shi Yi looked at him with a mouthful of soup in his mouth.

She felt very paranoid that his appearance was very good and he would not be too aggressive. Apart from being bookish and having a slight sense of distance, this face really couldn't be better, couldn't be more comfortable.

He took his hand back slowly, sat down, put his wrist on the edge of the table, and said, "What a coincidence."

Before he finished speaking, he gently waved to the boss.

"Most of the world's eyes are shallow, and they only see the skin, but not the bones." When the boss responded, he looked at Shi Yi again, "That's not bad."

The first chapter can not see through the past (1)

Hong Xiaoyu also sighed that it was a coincidence, quite meaningfully, and glanced at Shi Yi.

When it comes to appearance, Shiyi is definitely top-notch. Eyebrows, outlines, all seem to be carefully drawn with hand-painted brushes. Her beauty is not offensive, but it is different from Zhou Shengchen's ordinary, especially when she looks at you, her eyes are very bright. When you really read countless beauties in the society, you will find that a real beauty must have bright eyes, not muddy eyes.

The main thing is that Shiyi is very traditional and never wears clothes that show the shoulders.

A very traditional beauty, a rare treasure.

Hong Xiaoyu went to see the man again.

Forget it, as long as good friends like it, a man's face is not that important.

"It's a coincidence." As the man spoke, he took a pair of disposable chopsticks, broke them apart, and rubbed the two chopsticks against each other to remove the broken wood burrs. "Are you visiting Xi'an?"

"Xiaoyu came here for an interview," she said. "We're going to take advantage of this tolerance and play here for a few days."

The cameraman, who was always burying his head in eating, smacked his mouth, put down his chopsticks, and enthusiastically handed out a business card.

The man took it, put one hand into his trouser pocket, groped for a while, but couldn't find anything to give back: "Sorry, I don't have the habit of carrying such things with me," he briefly introduced himself, "Zhou Shengchen, Berkeley Chemical Co., Ltd. Associate professor of the college. During this time, I was doing exchange projects in the Polymer Materials Laboratory of the Institute of Organic Chemistry, Xi'an Branch of the Chinese Academy of Sciences."

A series of seemingly professional and profound nouns made photographers even more impressed.

"Birthdate? Good name," he said with a smile, "Call me Xiaoshuai, I'm Hong Xiaoyu's colleague."

Zhou Shengchen smiled politely: "The double surname is Zhou Sheng, and the single name is Chen."

Xiaoshuai oh oh twice: "Mr. Zhou Sheng."

Shi Yi couldn't help laughing, this surname is indeed rare, no wonder others find it strange.

Xiaoshuai seemed to feel that it was very inappropriate for him to mispronounce someone else's surname, so he found a step for himself seriously, and said to Zhou Shengchen, "I think Shi Yi's words are really good."

Xiaoyu didn't wait for Zhou Shengchen to say anything, but laughed first: "Do you understand what it means?"

Xiaoshuai couldn't get off the tiger, so he had no choice but to continue talking: "Of course I understand, but such words are absolutely comprehensible."

"Don't get me wrong, I'll tell you where this sentence came from," Xiaoyu asked him funny, "Do you know "Xing Shi Heng Yan"?"

Xiaoshuai was taken aback.

"Three words and two beats, do you know?"

Xiao Shuai felt a little familiar.

"It's mentioned in the high school history book, novels in the late Ming Dynasty." Xiaoyu took out a bunch of chopsticks that hadn't been broken, knocked on his bowl, and said with a smile, "What does this mean? People can only see other people's external conditions, such as tickets, cars, houses, and appearance, but they can't see the inner quality."

Xiaoshuai gave a long ooh, and the ending turned a corner: "Admiration."

"What I should admire is Shi Yi." Hong Xiaoyu looked deliberately at Zhou Shengchen, "She read all these from me."

Zhou Shengchen actually understood what she meant and smiled.

Xiaoyu thought he was really smiling with praise, but Shi Yi understood that his smile was only because he saw through Hong Xiaoyu's little thoughts. Hong Xiaoyu knew that he had a good impression of him, so he would naturally praise her around the corner to make Zhou Shengchen care.

But Hong Xiaoyu didn't know that Zhou Shengchen was really impressed with her.

They met at Guangzhou Airport half a year ago. At that time, the two of them were at different security check entrances and were scanned by the machine, which caused special alarm sounds. When she took off her shoes to check the metal objects, she saw him.

With just one glance, she knew it was him.

Although the appearance is different, the voice is different, and any external appearance is completely different. But she knew it must be him.

After being checked, he picked up his laptop and quickly walked out of the security checkpoint. Shi Yi only remembered that her mind was blank at that time, and she chased after him barefoot. She didn't dare to miss this person, so she naturally forgot what environment she was in.

So, the first time he saw Shi Yi, it was very funny.

An airport worker came up behind her, as if she was afraid that she might be a thug, but she just looked at him anxiously: "Wait for me, I need to talk to you." She really didn't care what Zhou Shengchen's expression was at that time to see.

That was the first time she felt that her appearance had some uses, for example, the airport staff were polite to her, and they only thought she was a friend she had met for many years, and she was a little carried away. While wearing her shoes, she was still looking at him from the corner of her eye, afraid that he would leave.

Fortunately, Zhou Shengchen really didn't leave, and was always waiting for her.

The acquaintance was abrupt.

Later she couldn't explain it, so she had to tell Zhou Shengchen that he was very much like her friend, believe it or not, he didn't dislike him too much. It's just that when she asked for her cell phone number more abruptly, he refused Shi Yi on the grounds that she didn't have a cell phone.

She was very embarrassed at the time, but fortunately, he took the initiative to leave an e-mail address.

It's been more than half a year since we first met, and the two have never seen each other again, it's just email exchanges. And there is nothing special to say in the email, Zhou Shengchen is engaged in polymer organic chemistry, and she is a voice actress, there is no intersection between the two professions.

That's it, Shi Yi also developed the habit of logging in to the mailbox every day.

He was discovered by Hong Xiaoyu several times, and he was ridiculed. So this time Hong Xiaoyu came to Xi'an on a business trip, and when she heard that Zhou Shengchen was on a long business trip in Xi'an, she couldn't help but pull her over. When Shi Yi left the airport last night, he was even hesitating. Should he ask him out? If so, what excuse would he use? Didn't expect to come across it so coincidentally.

Zhou Shengchen's eating habits are very good, and he stopped talking since he dropped his chopsticks.

Hong Xiaoyu looked at Shi Yi several times, but she ducked her head down.

"Mr. Zhou Sheng," a big boy ran into the store, took his umbrella and walked here: "I will pay my salary next month, and I will give you a mobile phone. I drive often in hours." He guessed that he walked all the way in a hurry, and the corners of his jeans were soaked. "I have traveled to several places. If I didn't see the car of the research institute, I don't know how long I would have been looking for it."

He came in all the way, only looking at Zhou Shengchen who was eating, but he didn't pay attention to the time when his back was turned to him.

When he got closer, he couldn't help being startled, the big boy didn't expect that the person sitting opposite Mr. Zhou Sheng was such a beautiful woman.

He stuttered for a long time, managed to find his voice and continued: "Then what... Mr. Zhou Sheng, I'm going to be late for the seminar. I've been looking for you for half an hour... I guess we're already late..."

"Understood," Zhou Shengchen continued to take two more bites slowly, and put down his chopsticks, "I have to leave beforehand, and I will contact again when I have a chance." When Shi Yi saw him stand up, he felt his leg being kicked.

Looking back, Hong Xiaoyu had cleared his throat and said to Zhou Shengchen, "I heard that the cherry blossoms in Qinglong Temple have been blooming well recently. We are not from Xi'an. It's a rare visit. Would you like to go see it together?"

Zhou Shengchen's footsteps stopped.

He raised his head and looked at the rain outside: "It has been raining in Xi'an for the past two days. When the rain stops, if you haven't left, we will make an appointment."

"That's it," Hong Xiaoyu took Shi Yi's shoulder and said, "Let Shi Yi email you at that time."

He nodded, agreeing.

When the two returned to the hotel, the corners of their trousers were completely soaked.

Shi Yi took a hot shower and searched the room for a long time but couldn't find instant coffee, so he had to take chrysanthemum tea in a simple paper bag, boiled hot water, and brewed two full cups.

Handing it to Hong Xiaoyu, she put it on the bedside table, and while looking at the mailbox, she wiped her nose with a roll of paper: "Through today's humble lunch, I finally reluctantly discovered another advantage of Zhou Shengchen, which is that it is enough for men. , don't be squeamish. It's not right to say that," she looked up at Shi Yi, who just pulled up her long hair, such a sloppy look is enough to take a magazine photo, "I've only used you as an excuse since I was young. There's really no one who can't be dated. Looking at it this way, he's not special either."

Shi Yi ignored her ridicule, brought over the computer, and logged in to her mailbox.

Seeing that it is 0 receipts, I am inexplicably a little lost.

She quickly closed the computer and said, "No matter how good-looking a face is, you can see the most beautiful face from the age of sixteen to thirty-six."

"I like to look at beautiful things, especially a pair is the best," Hong Xiaoyu rubbed his nose fiercely, "and it is beneficial to the genes of the next generation." Shi Yi pursed his lips and smiled, his eyes were bright, he was so beautiful .

The two of them were freezing during the day, so they snuggled up under the white quilt and put their feet close to each other to keep warm.

"Shi Yi, do you really like him?"

"No." When she spoke, she felt that she had no confidence. "I just think that he is very special."

"What's so special?"

Shi Yi couldn't find an excuse, so he could only say, "The name is special."

The name was really the most special, it was the same as his name in her memory.

"My name is even more special." Hong Xiaoyu simply took off his jeans and pulled the quilt over it, "'Xiaoyu Tianxia', why don't you see me differently?"

"This explanation is not good," Shi Yi deliberately avoided Zhou Shengchen's topic, and instead teased Hong Xiaoyu, "I'll think of a more romantic one for you, so that you can marry in the future."

Hong Xiaoyu listened with great interest: "Speak quickly."

"Let me think about it," Shi Yi thought about it, and finally said again, "although it's a bit far-fetched, you must like it. Have you heard a poem by Nalan Xingde?" She next to Hong Xiaoyu and said, "' May I eat the jade red grass, and I will never wake up again after getting drunk.'"

"No," Hong Xiaoyu shook his head, "what's the point?"

"There is a legend of a kind of jade red grass that only grows in the Kunlun Mountains. If someone accidentally eats it, the president will be drunk for three hundred years and not wake up." She deliberately changed her tone, using the voice of a dubbing actor, quietly reciting her Name, "Hong Xiaoyu, Hongyu, Yuhong, when you say your name, does it mean Yuhongcao?"

Hong Xiaoyu was amused by what she said: "Why are you talking about it all of a sudden? No, you have been talking about it since you were a child. It's a bit far-fetched, but it's quite artistic, I like it, and I'll explain it like this in the future."

Suddenly, there were several thunderclaps outside the window.

Hong Xiaoyu took advantage of it, and quickly returned to his original state, laughing at her: "It seems that it will rain for a few days, and I don't know about the cherry blossoms in Qinglong Temple. I haven't had a chance to see them yet."

"If you can't see it, let's stop watching it." Shi Yi wrinkled his nose and let out a long breath, "It's not like I won't be here forever."

The next morning, she was woken up by her mobile phone.

It was a call from the recording studio. Before I was clear-headed, I heard the work arrangement being babbled: "You are really popular, and many people have asked you to dub by name. Just because you are going to Xi'an for the four-day vacation , do you know how much less you earn?"

She turned over, Hong Xiaoyu was still asleep, and there was no sign of waking up.

Afraid of waking Xiaoyu, she whispered that she would send the recording schedule and hung up. Gently pick up the laptop from the ground and open it on your lap. Four emails came in quickly in the inbox. She hurriedly swept the title and found that one of them was an unsubjected email, and the sender was Zhou Shengchen:

When I walked out of the lab at 4:36, it was not raining. If it doesn't rain at 11:30, see you at Qinglong Temple at 12:00.

Zhou birthday.

The second chapter can not see through the past (2)

After Shi Yi saw the email, his eyes moved to the lower right corner of the display, it was just 7:36.

She was a little worried, but this time it was the same as before. It will be cancelled due to sudden changes in weather, sudden illness, busy work, or various strange emergencies.

Unexpectedly, God suddenly opened his eyes, and the rain really stopped.

The cameraman is originally from Shaanxi. Although he was not born in Xi'an, he is familiar with it. Shi Yi was afraid of being late, so nervously asked Hong Xiaoyu and the cameraman to confirm the time to arrive at Qinglong Temple, and they arrived a full twenty minutes early.

Maybe it's cherry blossom season, and it's rare to see the sun.

The gate of Qinglong Temple came and went, quite crowded. They picked an eye-catching place, and about ten minutes later, they saw Zhou Shengchen walking over from a distance, alone.

Facing the sunlight, Shi Yi recognized him through squinting his eyes, and his heart calmed down quietly.

"Shi Yi, you are poisoned..." Hong Xiaoyu said in a low voice, "I see that your face is flushed, don't tell me it's from sunburn."

She shook her head: "I won't explain it to you, and I can't explain it clearly anyway."

"It's early, Teacher Zhou Sheng," Hong Xiaoyu pursed his lips and greeted with a smile, "Is it your habit to arrive ten minutes early?" Zhou Shengchen stretched out his hand and handed out two tickets to Shi Yi: " I usually arrive fifteen minutes early when I make appointments with others, and it took five minutes just now to buy the tickets." He handed the remaining one to the cameraman.

Shi Yi said thank you, took it over, and slapped one of them in Xiaoyu's hand.

Hong Xiaoyu has never been here before, so naturally he doesn't know the place he made an appointment with, it's pitifully small.

A few people entered the temple and wandered around for a while. The cherry blossoms were flamboyant and the cornices were mottled. It was just that those people sitting and chatting on newspapers under the trees weakened the artistic conception of admiring the flowers a lot, and even more so. Like an ordinary spring outing. Even in such a crowded small temple, there are still several groups of tourists walking side by side in the tour guide's explanation.

"... In 1986, Qinglong Temple introduced 12 rare varieties from Japan and planted them in the temple. The early blooming ones included Bigan cherry and red branch weeping cherry..." The tour guide repeated the commentary carefully.

Shi Yi listened amusedly, took out his mobile phone and secretly recorded a section, but unfortunately the tour guide left soon. She listened to it for a few seconds and found that the sound was very noisy, so she hesitated to delete it.

If you want to have an aftertaste, it may be better to take a few explanatory cards with a camera.

"In the first few days when I came here, people from the research institute here gave me a Xi'an city notebook. If you like it, I can give it to you," Zhou Shengchen told her in a flat tone, "This city is full of stories."

Shi Yi nodded, and his eyes drifted over him, as if he was very interested in the cherry blossoms.

"Do you like reading?" She asked suddenly.

"There is a fixed time every day to read books," he said. "However, it is not all inclusive, whether it is interesting to read books."

Shi Yi snorted, and continued to ask him tentatively, "Have you ever been to that very old-fashioned Buddhist scriptures pavilion? There are layers of wooden shelves and countless scrolls?"

The Tibetan Scripture Pavilion in her mind was not very clear, but it was related to him.

There are not many people there. Sometimes the windows are opened to ventilate, and there will be wind blowing, and the books on the shelves will be blown over several pages, making a rattling sound.

Zhou Shengchen didn't understand her words very well, so he smiled thinly: "There are also wooden shelves in the places I often go, but the shelves are full of bottles and jars, all kinds of dangerous instruments, so you can't touch them easily."

Shi Yi smiled: "It sounds interesting."

"Interesting?" He grinned from the corner of his lips, "It can be burnt in mild cases, or explode in severe cases."

Shi Yi was really taken aback: "High-risk occupation? If you say so, who would want to enter the laboratory?"

Wouldn't it be that the vegetation is frozen all day long, and I'm trembling, so why do I do scientific research?

"It's not so scary, I got used to it very early," he said plainly, as if he was talking about ordinary things, "When I first started this major, I remembered something I forgot in the laboratory one night. I got there at six o'clock, and there was no one there, but there was an explosion. Half of the laboratory was blown up right in front of me. Fortunately, I got up five or six minutes late and saved my life."

She was speechless: "And then?"

"Then?" Zhou Shengchen thought for a while, "Fortunately, the dozen or so materials I made are still there, so I transferred them to the next-door laboratory that afternoon to continue the tolerance test."

Zhou Shengchen's tone was too casual, like talking about cats and dogs, but she was scared after hearing it, and forgot to avoid the cherry blossom branches beside her. It wasn't until Zhou Shengchen raised his arm from her face and brushed away the fragrant fragrance that Shi Yi had no reaction, and hurriedly said thank you.

The temple is not big, and the spring outing ended after a while.

Anyway, it was still early, so they found a nearby tea house to rest, and the building was almost full. Zhou Shengchen's student was sitting on the window seat on the second floor, as if he had waited for a long time, and when he saw them appear, he stood up and said, "Teacher Zhou Sheng, here, here."

"Eh? Teacher Zhou Sheng really has the heart to arrange for his students to occupy the seat?" Xiaoyu pulled the chair and sat down first.

"It wasn't arranged by the teacher," the student hurriedly explained, "It was opened by my father. I just had a rest today. I had an experiment with the teacher at midnight yesterday. The teacher said that I would come to Qinglong Temple to enjoy flowers today, so I specially reserved a seat for him. you."

While talking, the big boy went to bring tea himself and put it in front of everyone one by one. When the time came, the big boy was a little embarrassed and smiled shyly: "I forgot to say, my name is He Shan."

She groaned: "It's easy to remember."

He Shan had a good impression of this beautiful big sister, so he handed the tea to her specially.

Hong Xiaoyu and Shi Yi were neighbors since he was a child, and he has long been familiar with this situation, but he glanced at Zhou Shengchen, and then went to see Shi Yi. Not to mention, this man surnamed Zhou Sheng is really special, at least he didn't mess up because of his beauty.

"Come on, let's play Shuangsheng for a while." Hong Xiaoyu leisurely took out two boxes of cardboard poker, poured them out, and spread them all over the table. "Shi Yi doesn't know how to play cards, so it happens that the four of us are here."

Seeing her card addiction attack, Shi Yi immediately let her to the innermost place in cooperation. In the end, Zhou Shengchen and the cameraman were facing each other, and they happened to sit next to Shi Yi. She saw a book on the window sill, and took it to pass the time. She didn't know it was a new weekly magazine left by a tourist, so she flipped through the inside pages and read casually.

Zhou Shengchen took his cards in a leisurely manner, chatting casually with a few people.

He sat in a very orthodox posture, which seemed to be his habit. Even when he was playing poker with them, it could be seen from the subtleties that he was well-bred. Shi Yi just looked at him quietly from the corner of his eye when he was playing cards. Interestingly, the cards in his hand were also organized very neatly, maintaining a symmetrical fan-shaped arc at all times.

Just right. All just right.

But that's what made her feel distanced. No matter how close you are, it's like an invisible line.

The cameraman talked the most, and after talking for a while, he talked about his grades back then: "Speaking of which, my grades back then were really bad. I just passed a first line in the college entrance examination, and I was suspended for the college entrance examination. Mr. Zhou Sheng, are you right?" The kind of person who dies for science?"

"Not really." He took out a card and put it on the wooden table. "I just haven't figured out what else to do besides scientific research."

...The cameraman stopped talking.

Hong Xiaoyu smacked his lips: "Teacher Zhou Sheng, don't be so distant and talk about public topics?"

"Okay, tell me."

"Do you have any...very vulgar hobbies?" Xiaoyu asked him.

"A lot, like watching TV shows."

"Watching TV? It's not that vulgar," Xiaoyu laughed twice, "What do you usually watch the most?"

"Looking for Qin Ji."

"Normal, normal," Xiaoyu finally regained the confidence of a normal person, "It turns out that the professor of chemistry also likes to watch time travel, or Xun Qin Ji. My boyfriend in college also liked to watch it, and watched it four times."

"I may have watched it more than seventy times." Zhou Shengchen smiled indifferently: "To be more precise, it is seventy-nine times."

... Hong Xiaoyu didn't speak anymore.

Throughout the afternoon, these people competed with 112 cards. Zhou Shengchen's student obviously admired him and revealed some bluffing stories from time to time, but most of them were related to scientific research. They didn't understand, they just frequently expressed their admiration.

In the evening, the number of people in the teahouse gradually decreased.

But the magazine in Shi Yi's hand had less than three pages.

It was getting dark, and it was a little cold here at the window. The waiter in the store came over to close the window, and graciously brought some snacks for a few people. Hong Xiaoyu finally remembered her air-like existence: "What are you looking at?"

"North Korean defectors." Shi Yi shook the book in his hand, "Talking about North Korea."

"What is 'North defector'?" He Shan asked curiously, throwing down two cards.

"Some people who can't stand North Korea will choose to flee to China and South Korea. In a certain sense, they belong to people without nationality or motherland," Zhou Shengchen said in a calm voice, without any extra emotion. Returning to China will be treason."

"Treason? So serious?" He Shan sighed, "Escape at the risk of death?"

The cameraman smiled, patted his arm and said, "I have interviewed some North Korean defectors, and they said that it is normal for everyone to mention that their family was starved to death. If it is you, you cannot escape. escape?"

What the cameraman said was serious.

Shi Yi pulled over the small plate for the dessert, picked one that looked delicious, and took a bite.

Unexpectedly, Zhou Shengchen suddenly turned a page of the book in her hand with his fingers. Only then did she realize that although Zhou Shengchen was playing cards with them, his eyes were on the magazine.

After reading the last few lines, he looked back at the cards in his hand, drew two cards, and threw them on the table.

Hong Xiaoyu was still excitedly saying "North Korean defector", glanced at the cards he threw, and immediately wailed: "It's over, I lost completely."

It took the whole afternoon like this, and when a few people walked out of the teahouse, it was already dark. The cameraman warmly greeted everyone and wanted to invite everyone to dinner. Unexpectedly, Zhou Shengchen raised his wrist and looked at his watch: "There will be a meeting tonight." He Shan has been his assistant in Xi'an for the past few months. Eat, but can only go back to the research institute with him.

The two groups separated, and Zhou Shengchen took He Shan to work on the bus.

Shi Yi and the others were waiting for a taxi on the other side. They could see each other from a distance across the road.

Zhou Shengchen stood behind a large crowd, waiting for the 400 road back to the research institute. This time was the peak time, and three or four cars came one after another, but they were all overcrowded.

And they were more than ten meters apart, and because of the crowd, they couldn't get a taxi.

Shi Yi didn't have the slightest impatience to wait for the bus.

She thought this was very good, not far away was Zhou Shengchen, and He Shan beside him was complaining to him about something, the smile on his face soon floated up, and he said a few words, equally calm and calm.

Shi Yi looked at him, wondering what he would say to appease the young graduate students around him.

"If you have never taken the 400 bus, you will never understand what it means to squeeze the bus," the cameraman Xiaoshuai looked at Zhou Shengchen and sighed with a smile, "But we are similar, and we don't know who can go back first."

"Shall we take a taxi and take them?" Shi Yi immediately suggested.

"We are still standing in a crowd of people, and our future is uncertain," Xiaoyu was completely amused by her, leaning on her shoulders and whispering, "Shiyimei, starting from kindergarten, no matter who wants to play what kind of prince and princess, you are always there. That princess. So it's better to be a princess with peace of mind. This person really doesn't seem to have any interest in you. How do you say that? You are not his cup of tea."

Between Xiaoyu's few words, another bus came in.

Zhou Shengchen and He Shan finally squeezed into the car and disappeared from Shi Yi's sight. From beginning to end, Zhou Shengchen didn't look here again.

Chapter Three Can't See Through the Past (3)

The next day, the cameraman took them to visit some famous places in Xi'an. Shiyi saw these places of interest among the tourists. There was always a sense of familiarity, but they no longer remembered them clearly.

In her impression, the memories of those past lives were still very precious when she was a child.

But slowly with the passage of time from kindergarten, elementary school, middle and high school, all related memories gradually faded, and when I think about it again, it is more like a bizarre dream. If it hadn't been for so many years, she had repeatedly told herself "I want to see him", and those memories about Zhou Shengchen would have disappeared without a trace.

On the last day, the two of them were more tired than going to work. On the last day, taking advantage of the cameraman's opportunity to go home to see their parents, they both lay in the hotel, rested, and sorted out the work materials back home.

She took the materials sent by her agent to the front desk of the hotel to print.

The little girl at the front desk was very polite when she heard her request, and took the USB: "Which room are you in, please? After printing it, I will ask the staff on the floor to send it up."

"Thank you, Room 1212," she said, feeling wrong again, "Forget it, I'll just wait here, don't copy it out, just print it out."

"1212?" The little girl quickly asked after hearing the room number, "Miss Shi?"

"Yes."

"Here is a book of yours that a gentleman brought it just now, and it hasn't been delivered yet," the little girl picked up a large kraft envelope from the side and put it on the counter. "The gentleman's name is Zhou Sheng," said After finishing, he muttered cutely, "This surname is really strange."

Shi Yi looked down at the envelope, there was no writing: "He just left?"

Tried the weight and feel, it should be a book. City Notes?

"About ten minutes." The little girl held the USB flash drive and motioned for the people around her to help take care of it. She walked out of the counter. "If the documents are very important, the guests can print them by themselves. Miss Shi is here."

When she heard Zhou Shengchen's name, she was already a little uneasy.

The little girl opened the file and saw that it was a long line from a film and television drama, so she couldn't help but look at her a few more times, and secretly sighed that this female guest is so beautiful, she turned out to be an actress, but this face didn't have much exposure, probably a newcomer. Jin's?

The little girl looked at her face appreciatively, thinking, if such a real beauty appeared in the theater, it would be very pleasing to the eyes.

Shi Yi didn't pay attention to the little girl's expression, but just stared at the envelope in a daze.

After hastily printing out the materials he wanted, he opened the envelope as soon as he walked into the elevator. It was indeed the book he had mentioned in Qinglong Temple. The pages of the book are not very new, and the corners of the book have some signs of wear and tear. It looks like it was really read to him by someone else. A piece of blue post-it note is glued to the cover of the book:

This book was given by a colleague of the institute. If you like it, you don't have to return it.

Zhou Shengchen.

The handwriting is beautiful, but different from what I remember.

She returned to the room, still looked at the note, couldn't help but send him an email, asking him if there was a phone in the laboratory, and if it was convenient for him to call.

After the email was sent, she opened the book and found that he had pasted some pages with white sticky notes. Simply marked a point of view that is different from the introduction in the book. Perhaps people with scientific research background will be very serious. If it is a tourist attraction, it will also mark whether it is free, ticket price and opening time. If it is a small restaurant, there must be special dishes that are considered delicious.

Shi Yi knew that he must have written this long ago, not for himself.

But looking at the "exclusive note" pasted on the city note, I still can't help but think that he didn't take these notes, at least for his own convenience.

She glanced at the mailbox, and Zhou Shengchen's email had already been received.