Zhang Xingzhi, Huai Ru, and Wan Qing's first-stage results of the cooperation were published in the "Journal of Virology" as scheduled. Huai Ru did not feel relaxed because of this, but paid more attention to the direction and progress of the next experiment.
He got up and walked to the bookshelf, carefully checking the experimental data that had just been printed out. When he turned around, he unexpectedly saw a familiar figure when he looked up.
The rain outside the window is also looking at the office at this time. He saw the information page in Huai Ru's hand, and caught a glimpse of his unconcealable surprised eyes.
I don't know why, maybe it's because I think it's inappropriate to disturb my elder brother at this time, Yu Shi has a sorry smile on his face.
I don't know how long it has been, Huai Ru has not seen such a smile when it rains. He felt sorry for his younger brother, but the gloomy style was not suitable for the rainy season. It's still nice to smile like this, at least he will feel that this is the usual way when it rains.
"Brother, look at you, you are already on your fourth year of life. It stands to reason that you should age prematurely due to hard work every day and poor work and rest. But look at yourself, even the wrinkles at the corners of your eyes look like wisdom lines. It is said that the charm of a man can only be manifested in middle age, and now I understand what is going on." Yu Shi walked into the office with his hands shaken, and praised aloud.
"You boy, why don't you put sugar-coated cannonballs on me as soon as you come here? My brothers don't do this, don't you think it's greasy?" Huai Ru motioned to sit down when it rained, and made him a pot of chrysanthemum rice tea: "Here , look at your bags under the eyes, probably stayed up all night yesterday, right? Drink tea to wake up and go to oil."
Hearing this, when it was raining, I brushed my messy hair: "You can see that I have bags under my eyes, why don't you have a cup of coffee?"
"My coffee is an enhanced version. The refreshing effect is multiplied by three times. If you drink coffee from my place and go out, you may not be used to it. You may have continuous insomnia at night." Huai Ru said He handed over the warm chrysanthemum tea: "Drinking tea is also very good, don't you think Dad drinks it every day?"
Rain seems to have a pair of eyes that can see through people's hearts. He knows what Huai Ru is thinking. He is mentioning his father as an excuse, implying that he should not always hide from people in different ways.
When it rained, he lowered his head and sipped two sips of tea, and nodded muttering: "It's really good. The last time I drank such fresh chrysanthemum, it was"
In the middle of speaking, the rain stopped again, and he didn't dare to speak any more. That's right, the chrysanthemum rice I drank last time was the fresh one that Rongrong asked her relatives to buy directly from the tea factory. I remember she said at the time that chrysanthemum tea is good for the eyes, and a painter must have a pair of bright eyes in order to see the beauty of the world. When the sensory experience is slowly accumulated to the point of fire, the paintings that come out will naturally have a different style.
Huai Ru is a scientist as well as a professor. In his office, do you want to discuss personal love? Yu Shi felt that this was inappropriate, at least he had an instinctive awe for his elder brother. He envied and admired Huai Ru, and at the same time felt that he was somewhat ashamed and entangled with his embarrassment.
This kind of complicated thoughts made Yu Shi, who has always been eloquent, feel a little shy. He really has no way to open his heart in front of his elder brother.
"Why do you have gray hair too?" When Yu Shi lowered his head, Huai Ru glanced and saw a few strands of silver shining in his hair.
"I've had it for a long time, and I don't know how it grew out. But it doesn't matter, this grandma's gray hair is popular now. I will dye my head at that time, so that it won't look weird." Yu When he whispered a word.
Huairu leaned close to Yushi's side, tilted his head to look at it, and finally rubbed his hair lightly with his hands: "Such a good black hair, what do you do if you dye it white? When Dad sees it, you will have to be scared again." Jump."
"Brother, now you are the ones who care about whether I have gray hair or not" Yu Shi sighed. The look on his face looked a little sad, it was for himself and for this inexplicable loneliness. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com