After exhausting myself to death

The Huaguo Research Institute’s email address has not been received since it was established.

After all, if there is any academic exchange or troubleshooting, the other party will send it directly to the personal mailbox of the favorite boss. And they probably don't need to worry about things that have nothing to do with academics.

If the institute was not equipped with administrative staff, Shen Minghuan's email would probably not even have a chance to be seen.

Xu Xiangdong sipped his milk tea and slowly sat down at his workstation. He was surprised for a second when he saw the background prompt. He thought, could even the institute's mailbox receive spam?

He opened curiously.

【Job applications】

"Pfft -" Xu Xiangdong quickly turned his head to prevent the milk tea from spraying onto the computer. He looked at the mess on the ground and wanted to cry without tears.

A colleague on his lunch break looked up blankly: "Xiangdong, what's wrong?"

Xu Xiangdong pushed the milk tea away with lingering fear, and complained while cleaning up: "I don't know who is playing a prank and coming to our place to find a job."

The administrative staff of the institute are all specially dispatched by the state. As for the researchers? Either the country will send you an invitation after you have achieved results, or you will be recommended by your teacher because of your outstanding performance in school. In short, even cleaning is not open to outside recruitment.

My colleague didn’t expect such an outrageous thing, so he couldn’t help but laugh out loud: “Although our email address is public, someone actually went to check it. Seeing how serious he is, Xiangdong, you Be merciful when writing a rejection letter.”

Xu Xiangdong clicked the mouse fiercely: "He actually attached a work. I want to see what makes him so confident - "Research Theory and Design Instructions for Cosmic Detectors", oh, I can understand this title. , how...huh?”

He suddenly froze.

Seeing him like this, his colleagues became even more curious and leaned their heads over, "What did you write...huh?"

The two looked at each other.

"...Xiangdong, can you understand?"

"can't read."

"How about... we find someone who can understand?"

"good idea."

Half an hour later, Xu Xiangdong's desk was crowded with a bunch of white-haired researchers holding pens and papers with wild eyes.

I don’t know why they don’t open more computers.

*

In front of Shen Minghuan were two mobile phones belonging to the original owner. One was used by him before he quit the circle. I don’t know what the original owner’s intentions were. He didn’t delete or block anyone in it. He even kept all the chat records intact.

Another friend list is empty, except for a nearby restaurant owner and an aunt who works part-time. The original owner was a young man. It was certainly impossible for him to cook by himself for eight years, let alone clean up the room by himself.

Thanks to modern technology, he would send a message to his boss when he didn't want to eat takeout. Although the nearby small restaurant was not high-end, it could always make delicious home-cooked dishes.

Every day, hourly workers will come to clean the house. The original owner was always worried that he would be recognized if he was too famous, so he would hide in the study or the bedroom, so that the hourly worker worked for him for eight years and never saw him once.

Of these two mobile phones, one is the glorious past that he has cut clean, and the other is the daily necessities that he has to surrender to.

Shen Minghuan looked through the chat history.

Although he never received a reply, his brother still continued to send him messages every once in a while.

[Brother, I just heard my mother talking about you again. Can you go home and see me? We all miss you. 】

[Brother, it’s really difficult to manage the company. I was left to work overtime again today. 】

[Brother, Happy New Year, will you go home during the New Year? 】

[Brother, today is my birthday. 】

After looking at this string of "brother", Shen Minghuan almost didn't recognize these two words.

The original owner's last reply was eight years ago. He sent a message to his family members: "Don't look for me. Just treat me as dead." 】

This was said so harshly that his parents didn't know whether he said it out of anger or sincerity, so they were very frightened and did not dare to send any more messages to disturb him.

Only Shen Mingle could probably guess his brother's proud temperament, so he kept looking for opportunities to step up.

It's a pity that he still doesn't know his brother well enough, otherwise he should know that this kind of behavior of constantly mentioning the company is equivalent to showing off to his brother.

Shen Minghuan sighed, feeling that no matter what, he must have a blessing for his birthday.

He entered "Happy Birthday" seriously in the dialog box and was about to send it when he realized that he had received this message two days ago.

In two days, the cake went rancid.

Shen Minghuan: "..."

Definitely next time, definitely next year.

Shen Mingle, in a suit and tie, slumped on his chair tiredly, took out his mobile phone during a busy work break, and was racking his brains to think about what to send to his brother today, when he saw the text on the dialog box changed to "The other party is typing."

His eyes widened, and he sat up straight unconsciously. He even held his breath for a moment, fearing that if he moved a little louder, the scene in front of him would disappear like a dream.

But Shen Mingle held the phone and waited for a long time, until he was on the verge of suffocation and had to gasp for air. When the line above disappeared, he didn't see Shen Minghuan's reply.

Shen Mingle pursed her lips, feeling a little aggrieved and confused.

You were clearly planning to reply to him, why did you change your mind? Or... is it just a bug?

*

When Comrade Shen Mingle was angry, guests came to Shen Minghuan's small house.

The house is not big, but maybe because there is only one person living in it, it still looks empty. Looking in from the door, the living room is neatly furnished, as neat and cold as a hotel, and there doesn't seem to be much trace of life left behind.

The curtains are made of soft gauze-like material, which ripples with the breeze. This place is far away from the busy city, and the rolling green mountains can be seen outside the window.

A well-mannered young man in casual and loose clothes stood at the door with a gentle smile and asked the guest why he was visiting.

Weird and harmonious.

A colleague pushed Xu Xiangdong, and Xu Xiangdong came to his senses: "Hello, hello, we are...well, did you submit a resume yesterday?"

Xu Xiangdong, who squeezed across the single-plank bridge among thousands of troops, used to be very confident in his ability to work, but he had to admit that this situation still caused a big test for him.

He has tried to pretend that he is "□□" or "deliver food", and has also announced in a somewhat proud tone that he is acting on behalf of the country, but now he really doesn't know what kind of words he should use now. When introducing the institute with attitude, you can’t really think of yourself as an HR recruiter, right?

Recalling what the professors had said yesterday, Xu Xiangdong couldn't bear to say, "This very capable person named Shen Minghuan will be recruited into the institute no matter what the cost!" This sentence crushed the attitude that was put into his ears. I shivered.

Shen Minghuan glanced at them in surprise, turned slightly and asked them to come in: "The company's treatment is so good? Do you all come to the interview in person?"

Xu Xiangdong was choked and laughed dryly: "It's okay."

He also just knew that the company where he was interviewing offered such treatment.

Shen Minghuan sat upright on the sofa. He was a job seeker with a good attitude: "Interviewer, do you have anything to ask about me?"

Xu Xiangdong took out the recording pen from his briefcase, and he was a very embarrassed interviewer: "Mr. Shen, do you mind if we record?"

He didn't dare to secretly record it. Firstly, it was against the law, and secondly, who knew whether Shen Minghuan would discover it, or whether there would be trouble if he was discovered.

All geniuses have abilities that ordinary people cannot imagine, as well as quirks that are difficult for normal people to understand.

Shen Minghuan nodded understandingly and tolerantly: "It's normal for big companies to have special regulations. Just record it. I don't mind."

Xu Xiangdong was silent.

The handsome young man with outstanding appearance replied seriously and with a focused look, as if every word came from his heart, and he had a kind of well-behaved attitude that was not consistent with his age.

Xu Xiangdong originally thought that the so-called job application was just this person's bad taste. After all, geniuses have privileges. He has this kind of knowledge. It's too late for the institute to ask him to join, so what's the point of interviewing?

Throughout the ages, human beings have had great yearning and curiosity about the stars and the universe, and are eager to understand the broader world beyond the blue sky. Looking around the world, China's technological level is already one of the best in the world, but it has just taken a tentative step into space.

According to several professors, if Shen Minghuan's space detector can be built, it will be enough to promote the aviation industry for half a century. Xu Xiangdong doesn't know much about professional matters, but he knows what fifty years means in terms of technology in today's ever-changing era.

The fact that the institute has such a unique status and that the country attaches so much importance to it is not because of the institute itself, but because of the people inside. Shen Minghuan should know that even just his design drawing is enough for the institute to travel across mountains and rivers to squeeze an olive branch into his hand.

Sending a resume once could still be understood as his humor, but now... the job hunting game is still addictive, right?

This attitude, this expression, this tone, it all sounds like that.

No wonder he entered the entertainment industry back then.

Xu Xiangdong complained secretly in his heart. On the surface, he had to cooperate with this strange and childish game. He smiled and said, "Mr. Shen, may I ask, why did you apply for an art university in the first place?"

Logically speaking, the state has no say in this kind of private matter involving personal choice, but it is really a pity that Shen Minghuan made this choice.

Being able to achieve this level requires more than just hard work, it is an unparalleled talent! This kind of talent was wasted for twelve years, and Xu Xiangdong felt sad when he thought about it.

Yes, Shen Minghuan's identity information and personal history have been thoroughly investigated over and over again.

All the descendants of the Shen family, as well as his friends and classmates, were also checked. Even the behind-the-scenes of the variety shows and dramas he has participated in have been turned over and watched frame by frame by a specialist.

Even so, they still felt that Shen Minghuan was a very mysterious person who seemed to be hiding many difficult mysteries.

Shen Minghuan pondered for a moment. His tone was doubtful and seemed very uncertain: "Maybe it's because of dreams?"

"Ah?" Xu Xiangdong was even more puzzled when he heard this, and he humbly asked for advice: "So when you later quit the industry, was it because you changed your dreams?"

"I don't know either."

Xu Xiangdong suddenly showed a speechless look. He thought that if you don't want to say it, you don't have to say it. This answer is really perfunctory.

Seeing Xu Xiangdong's hesitant expression, Shen Minghuan said calmly: "I have lost my memory."