Beauty Bones - Part 1

Chapter 3

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."