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Chapter 6 The Chinese Theater

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    At this moment, Huai Ru only felt mixed feelings in his heart.  If you don¡¯t apply for new fund project support, then the research you are doing now will soon become the object of elimination in the industry.  But let¡¯s continue to apply. It¡¯s not easy to recruit doctors and post-docs you want.

    Besides, the previous articles were rejected one after another, what if the next project also falls into the same situation?  How should he deal with himself?

    There is also something that makes Huai Ru feel helpless¡ªthe dean of the department is an old man with a weird temper, and he is not optimistic about the new project he is about to apply for now.  He also said that the current development direction of the department is completely different from what Huairu has done, and I hope he will consider it carefully.

    All kinds of things converged in Huairu's heart one after another, and he was exhausted from tormenting.

    He suddenly missed the time when he was a Ph.D. student. Although the experimental tasks were heavy at that time, at least he could do his favorite research with the supervisor he was interested in.  As long as you do the work at hand well, you can just watch the flowers and the water flow, which is very pleasant.

    Up to now, he himself has become the helm of the laboratory ship, and how to steer the ship smoothly into the wider ocean has become so difficult.

    Huairu never smoked indoors, so he felt really bored, so he went to the roof of the teaching building to catch his breath.  Looking down from a height, under the dark night, the scarlet dots of cigarette butts flickered on and off.

    He just stared at it like this until the thin cigarette in his hand gradually burned to the point where only the cigarette butt remained.  He likes to feel the burning process of cigarette butts, the unattainable light like a snake charm, which turns all bad moods into ashes amidst the destruction and decay.

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    A few days later, in the evening, all kinds of vehicles poured out from downtown San Francisco.  People going to work in the city, wearing suits and shirts in twos and threes, shuttled out of different buildings, filed into subway stations or parking lots, and prepared to go home after get off work.

    The urban area of ??San Francisco has long and uneven slopes. When going uphill, the car must step on the accelerator to the bottom, and when going downhill, you must always remember to step on the brakes.  The tires rolled over the road, making sharp friction sounds from time to time.

    At the intersection, the red light is on.  Wan Qing stared through the rearview mirror, thinking back to the last time she came to the city, I'm afraid I have to count down to the time when she and Huai Ru just moved here from Los Angeles.  Time flies, unexpectedly it has been more than five years.

    The sound of "Drip" brought Wan Qing's thoughts back to reality, and she hurriedly released the brake and continued to drive forward.  The destination of the car was Chinatown, and she specially asked Huairu to meet at the Chinese Theater here.

    The Zhonghua Theater was originally the most popular place for the older generation of local Chinese. Those who greeted and sent off were all those who liked to make noise, want to have fun, and enjoy tricks.  When it was the most prosperous, it could be said that it was hard to find a ticket here, and what's more, people directly bought gold tickets to grab tickets, which might not be successful.

    Today, after several generations, the theater has long since declined.  The young Chinese are no longer as interested as their elders, and most of them flock to the crowd of hip-hop hip-hop dancers.  Even if there is a half-price discount for student tickets, there are not many people who are willing to come here to stop and watch.

    At that time, the iron gate of the theater was open, and two lanterns on the corner of the eaves were burning.  There was a staff member standing at the door, and when she saw Wan Qing approaching, she warmly greeted her and let her in: "Is it Ms. Su? Everything inside is ready, if you need any help, please feel free to let us know."

    "I'm sorry." Wan Qing surveyed the interior of the theater all the way, unexpectedly, the first thing she saw when entering the theater was the exquisite Soviet-style garden. No wonder some people called this place "Little Suzhou".

    Bypassing a row of rockery and walking deep into the pavilions, a simple and unsophisticated house appeared in front of Wan Qing.  The night is sunny and the theater has a deep courtyard, so it is naturally very quiet.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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