The Literary Life of a Science Leader

Chapter 85 Binocular Convergence
After Professor Yang comforted Zhang Chuyang for a few words, he didn't continue to say anything.

Zhang Chuyang, who was hit, still has to come out on his own. The comfort of others can only be temporary, but the research on materials is full of thorns. Every time he is hit, he needs comfort from others, so there is no need to continue the research on materials.

Only Mu Jingchi and Zhang Chuyang came back.

Professor Yang has other things to deal with there.

The luck of the two is not very good.

Not long after the plane landed.

It began to rain in Yanjing. It was still light rain at the beginning, but as time passed, it became heavier and heavier, and it was also accompanied by strong winds.

The sky was dark and the violent wind and rain swept across Yanjing.

Mu Jingchi walked out of the elevator and happened to see a man squatting on the ground in the corridor.

It was none other than Song Xiaoyi.

It seemed that she was very unlucky to catch up with this violent storm, and her hair and clothes were soaked.

"Why don't you go in?"

Mu Jingchi looked at Song Xiaoyi who was squatting with his arms around his knees, and asked.

Hearing Mu Jingchi's familiar voice, Song Xiaoyi trembled, raised his head, and wiped the hair off his face with both hands, "I forgot to bring my keys."

There is a lot of grievance in the tone!
It seems that I have wronged myself why I made such a mistake!
Although she was very reluctant to be seen by the other party like she was in the rain, she couldn't help it.

The temperature in Yanjing has not subsided yet.

It is still in the heating period, and it is subjected to such bad weather conditions, and the temperature drops further.

Only then did Mu Jingchi look towards Song Xiaoyi's house.

Although he passed by many times, he never paid attention to the other party's door.

This is a security door, and the door lock is not the electronic lock in Mu Jingchi's home, but a mechanical lock that requires a key to open.

This may be because Aunt Zhao's previous generation had an instinctive rejection of electronic products and felt that electronic locks were not safe, so they used this mechanical lock.

Seeing Song Xiaoyi's body shaking slightly, Mu Jingchi said: "Come into my room, it's too cold outside. Your clothes are still wet. If you don't change your clothes, you will catch a cold easily."

At this time, the outside world has been completely plunged into darkness, and the strong wind and rainstorm have no tendency to slow down at all, but are still intensifying madness.

Under such conditions, going to a friend's house is not the best option.

As for why Aunt Zhao was not at home, Mu Jingchi didn't need to ask the reason, it must have been delayed by something, or Aunt Zhao was trapped by the storm at this time.

Song Xiaoyi was stunned for a moment, not knowing what kind of expression to respond.

But she still stood up and followed the footsteps of Mu Jingchi's figure.Seeing that the other party pressed the password to unlock the combination lock, her eyes suddenly turned to other directions.

Mu Jingchi led Song Xiaoyi in.

There is heating in the house and the system is still running, so it is naturally warm.Song Xiaoyi felt the warmth as soon as he came in, and his body muscles relaxed instinctively.

But the cold air has not yet left the body, this sudden change of heat and cold, the body reacted immediately.

Ahhh!

A sneeze came so abruptly, so unexpectedly.

Mu Jingchi turned on the lights in the house, put down his backpack, and walked to the second bedroom alone.

Just when Song Xiaoyi felt at a loss and was extremely embarrassed, Mu Jingchi came back again, holding a set of clothes in his hand, which looked like girls' clothes.

"My sister sometimes comes to stay with me for two days, so I have some of her clothes at home." Mu Jingchi's eyes lingered on Song Xiaoyi for a moment, "You guys have similar shapes, so these clothes should fit you."

The clothes are folded and square, like tofu cubes.

Looking at the clothes handed to her eyes, Song Xiaoyi waved her hands again and again, "No need, my mother will be back in a while."

Mu Jingchi shook his head, took out his mobile phone, and opened a program, "This is not good, the weather forecast on the mobile phone shows that the storm will last for four hours."

"The best way is for you to take a shower in the bathroom of my home, change your clothes, and then go pick up Aunt Zhao with me. What do you think?"

Song Xiaoyi hesitated for a moment, then lowered her head, and said softly, "My mother has returned to her hometown..."

"However, God, you can send me to my best friend and help me out." She clasped her hands together and swayed towards Mu Jingchi, showing a pitiful expression.

It's a pity that there are still water stains on his face, which looks a bit nondescript.

"I'll treat you to dinner!"

Mu Jingchi nodded, "I'll help you, but I still need to change clothes. You're water-stained, and it's not convenient for you to take a car." While speaking, he held the clothes and handed them forward.

Having said this, Song Xiaoyi could only nod his head when he looked at the embarrassment he was in.

Mu Jingchi guided Song Xiaoyi to the bathroom, "There are brand new unopened toiletries inside, all prepared by my sister, you can use them."

Song Xiaoyi nodded shyly again, slowly entered the bathroom, and then closed the door.

While Song Xiaoyi was in the bathroom.

Mu Jingchi entered the study room, attended an academic conference in Haikou, and needed to make a summary.

Just in time for the aftertaste of the meeting content to disappear from his mind, Mu Jingchi wanted to use the 'active thinking' function of the study to sort it out.

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When Song Xiaoyi came out of the bathroom, his appearance changed.

Wearing pink clothes, her hair is still wet, but it is wet with a fragrance. This is the appearance of washed hair.

The clothes were indeed as Mu Jingchi said, neither too big nor too small, just suitable.

Song Xiaoyi came out and scanned the house, but did not see Mu Jingchi.She didn't shout, it would have been rude.

Wearing slippers, she walked around the house and stepped to the door of the study.

Because the study door was not closed, there was a thumb-wide gap.The light in the study was not glaring, but was shining softly, allowing Song Xiaoyi to see Mu Jingchi who was seriously writing something.

For a moment, Song Xiaoyi was in a daze again.

At a glance, the other party's upright sitting posture, textbook-like sitting posture and writing posture are a beautiful scenery.The line of sight is more detailed, and she can see the opponent's hands.

The hand holding the pen and writing moved slightly with the strokes of the notes. It was a pair of very white and clean hands, and the nails on the fingertips were neatly trimmed.

These are indeed a nice looking pair of hands.

The line of sight continues to go up.

Song Xiaoyi saw the other person's expression, it was the kind of concentration immersed in his own affairs, and the concentration that was not disturbed by the outside world.

this moment.

The picture seemed to be still in her eyes, and the soft light in the study room shone on the other person's body, as if covered with a layer of deep golden sand.

Goo, goo, goo!
Just when this beautiful time was passing by, an untimely sound sounded, in this quiet atmosphere, it was like a spring thunder exploding!
Song Xiaoyi's stomach growled!

She is hungry!
So, her gaze passed through the gap in the door, and met the other's gaze again.

　Keep asking for tickets!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)