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The clock is really tired, sleep on the plane, sleep in the car after getting off the plane, and go back to the bedroom to continue sleeping after telling Song Qiyou what to cook.Song Qiyou held back his doubts until he had dinner before he had a chance to ask: "Why did you suddenly think of opening a bookstore and learning how to mix wine?"

Clock just woke up, looking tired: "Don't you want me to find something to do... I just think about it, it's far from doing it."

Song Qiyou was very happy: "It's okay, it's good to be able to think about these things."

Clock lowered his eyes, took a sip of tomato and egg drop soup, and said, "I think, from now on, I will stay at the bookstore when you go to work during the day, and go to the bar when you have to work overtime at night, and occasionally mix drinks - so you can feel more at ease with me?"

"Clock, what you brought me is not worry, and the things we discussed before are not urgent."

"It's me who is more anxious. You said how good it is and how bad it is. I want to get to that 'good' as soon as possible." Clock sighed, "But it's so difficult."

Song Qiyou looked at him: "Clock, don't worry, adjust it slowly. I'll be with you."

In fact, Song Qiyou thought about whether Clock has social phobia, like Clock's paranoia, and perhaps histrionic personality disorder.But he doesn't want to add this kind of words to the clock, and he doesn't want the clock to be aware of these and label himself.He feels that these are not big things, and can be healed by love and companionship.

Making a decision that has nothing to do with Song Ki Woo pains Chung.He pinched the peas a few times but failed. He put his chopsticks on the bowl and said, "The bartenders can use Mistletoe's. I'll tell them to spare the afternoon. Anyway, a morning's sleep is enough." Yes. I have selected a few storefronts for the bookstore, all of which have been renovated, we will go and have a look at it when the time comes, and we can choose one to redecorate before we can prepare for business.”

"About the bookstore, have you thought about what kind of books to sell?"

"Basically, it's mainly the books I've read that I think are good and the books that I haven't read but look good. Many of them should be out of print, or not available for sale in China. Pretty attractive, right? Especially precious books will be designated as not for sale and are only for reading. If you want to sit and read books in the rest area on the second floor, you need to spend a certain amount first—oh yes, these stores have second floors.”

Song Qiyou asked that the stores chosen by Zhong Zhong were all in well-known business districts, and said: "The rent of the store is a big expense, and the audience of the book you mentioned should be quite narrow. Can this business model make money?"

Clockwork's nerves were tense, and he answered methodically: "The store will buy it directly. My mother will definitely be happy to pay for it. This is just a place where I kill time during the day. I don't plan to make money. But I lost money in the book. Compared with the money earned by the bar, it should not be worth mentioning."

All these issues have been considered.Song Qiyou got up and went to the kitchen to get a spoon to scoop up a spoonful of peas for the clock: "Yes, I think it's fine."

"Is it really good? Am I going to hear someone say 'why is this book so expensive' and throw people out?"

"You can take a small notebook and write it down as a file, and then read the file to vent to me when you get home."

"Mr. Song, have you recited five thousand sentences of love words? Recently, the style of painting is very infatuated." The clock finally relaxed a little, "Then let's find some time to visit these stores?"

Song Qiyou went to school for a day first, and listened to the students report what they did during the winter vacation one by one, and then went to the laboratory to see the experiments they had done and the data recorded in the past few days, and then went to the store with the clock the next day.Clock is wearing a new blue and white striped skirt, with a matching dark blue vest on his upper body. Song Qiyou glanced at it several times before hesitating to speak.

Clock sensed something was wrong with him: "What's wrong? Isn't it good-looking?"

"It's beautiful, it's just..." Song Qiyou gestured on himself, "Isn't it a little strange?"

The clock thought for five seconds before realizing that Song Qiyou was referring to the vest: "You mean it is right on the chest, right? Hahahahaha what's the matter, is Mr. Song so conservative?"

Song Qiyou blushed and said stubbornly: "I think it has a strong implication."

"Okay hahahahahaha." The clock leaned against the wall and laughed, "I'll change one."

What she put on was a plain monochrome cotton skirt. Song Qiyou saw it and quickly said, "This one looks much better."

The clock snorted and joked, "Teacher Song is really like the kind of big man who doesn't let his lover show his face."

"I didn't... that dress was too..."

Satisfied after teasing his clock, he interrupted and said, "Got it, Mr. Song, shall we go out?"

Clothing stores are next to the first store, Zhong Zhong felt that opening a bookstore in one of them was too abrupt; the second floor was not as big as advertised; the owner of the third store did not show up at the appointed time, and they waited After 15 minutes, there was still no one; it was not until the fourth store that the clock looked more relaxed.

The first floor is spacious and grand. When they followed the original owner to the second floor to see the existing structure, Song Qiyou's cell phone rang.When Song Qiyou saw that it was an unfamiliar number, he ignored it first. Who knew that the phone rang tirelessly, and after hanging up, he called a second one immediately, so he had no choice but to step aside and answer it.

"Hello? Is this Mr. Song? I'm Deng Jian. I'm sorry for making your personal phone call. The senior and I just discovered a strange phenomenon, and it's repeated several times. Would you like to take a look?"

Song Qiyou asked a few words and learned that the experimental data that should have been normally distributed deviated from the normal image to a certain extent.He said several wrong operations that might have led to this result, but Deng Jian denied them all, and couldn't think of other reasons for a while.

"What's the matter? What's the matter at school?"

The clock came over, and Song Qiyou talked to him.The clock understood the general idea and said, "Then hurry up, in case you find something important."

It is true that abnormal phenomena can occasionally lead to major discoveries, but most of them are the result of irregular operations or failure to control the external conditions of the experiment.Song Qiyou hesitated, he wanted to see what happened, but he didn't want to leave the clock alone to face his uncertain plan.

"Ms. Song, go quickly, don't worry about me. I have finished decorating the house, just looking at the storefront."

The nature is different.

Song Qiyou struggled for a while, and finally frowned and said: "Clock, I'm sorry, I still have to go to the laboratory. If you don't want to read it, go home first, and we will watch it together another day. I'm sorry."

"What are you talking about?" Zhong Zhong smiled brightly, "I can do it myself, Teacher Song believes in me."

The business district they were in was far away from S University. When Song Qiyou rushed to the laboratory, Deng Jian lay half on the table, scratching the paper with his hands. Seeing him come to put the pen down, he stood up straight and said, "Song Qiyou Teacher, we have introduced the formula several times and discussed many situations, but we don’t know why.”

How can it be so easy to deduce the reason for the abnormality of the normal phenomenon.Song Qiyou took off his down jacket and put it aside: "I'll do it again."

Deng Jian couldn't stop talking: "It's amazing. The deviation of the experimental data is not the same every time, but they are all within a rough range. Could it be that there is a special case that has not been marked in any formula?"

Song Qiyou did it again, and the result was the same as what Deng Jian described, but the fitting image... He glanced at the experimental table, and took away the draft paper placed next to the instrument: "Deng Jian, what is this?"

A large magnet suddenly appeared, and Deng Jian was dumbfounded: "Where did this come from?"

Song Qiyou waved the draft paper in his hand: "It's covered by it. I asked if there is any magnetic field interference around you, right?"

"I... I thought the lab bench was cleaned up. I'm sorry, Mr. Song, for letting you go for nothing."

Song Qiyou asked the graduate student to take the magnet away, and redid the experiment again, saying as he did it: "[-]% of the running is in vain. It's nothing, but your mistake is too low-level. We have analyzed the abnormal results caused by magnetic field interference before. It's just a different form. Think more."

The data fit into a bell curve, and Deng Jian and the graduate students were downcast.Song Qiyou saw that they were being hit hard, so he gave a sentence of encouragement: "The spirit of not giving up analyzing abnormal phenomena and not blindly following theories is still worthy of encouragement, but you must be more careful, otherwise it is not prudence, but just making a fuss."

The two said "yes" again and again, and Deng Jian apologized to Song Qiyou again.Song Qiyou waved his hand to let them continue the experiment. He picked up his down jacket and walked out while calling the clock: "Clock...No, it's just a low-level mistake. Shall I go back and find you...Have you gone home?"

After Song Qiyou left, Zhong Zhong tried his best to cheer up and look at the store by himself, but he couldn't listen to the owner's introduction. The more he couldn't listen to it, the more negative emotions came up in waves, and it was impossible to see the rest of the store.Fortunately, the house was not bad, and Song Qiyou also expressed his satisfaction before leaving. He called the housekeeper and asked him to send someone to discuss the remaining matters, and then went home by himself.

Zhong Zhong felt that he was really useless, and sat on the bed in a daze after returning home, but Song Qiyou didn't hear him when he came back.Song Qiyou went to the bedroom and pulled him into his arms, before he recovered and greeted him: "I'm back."

Song Qiyou was not affected by the student's carelessness, boasting about the clock and saying, "That's great, the store is set."

Clock face was pressed against Song Qiyou's stomach, and he didn't dare to tell the real reason for the disappointment. He wanted to ask him what happened to the experiment, but he was not in the mood, so he was silent for a while and asked, "Song Qiyou, is this really the case?"

"Huh?" Song Qiyou thought he was asking about opening a bookstore, and said, "It's up to you. You can open it if you want, and you can't open it if you don't want to. Or if the bookstore is open, invite a few more people to watch it. Go if you want to go during the day, and don't want to. Go or not."

This really gives me enough room to be willful.Clock closed his eyes, and slowly calmed down: "Song Qiyou, I thought that chasing you was the end, but I didn't expect that this was just another starting point. But I don't seem to have the strength to start from the starting point again."

"Let's take a break if we don't have the strength, and then move forward when we have enough rest. The clock, really, don't worry about anything."

Clock nodded against Song Qiyou's stomach, silently shedding a lot of tears.

But the performance of the clock is not as weak as his words.After Song Qiyou officially went to work, he dealt with the bookstore every morning and went to the bar to learn bartending in the afternoon. If Song Qiyou didn't work overtime, he would go home to make dinner, and if he worked overtime, he would go home a little earlier to make dinner and send it to Song Qiyou before going back to the bar to watch.

Some bar regulars watched the clock reappear frequently, saying that they had forgotten whether the boss was a man or a woman after more than a month.Clock, who has not yet left his teacher, randomly mixed a glass of wine and wanted to pass it over to murder the teaser's taste buds. Thinking of Song Qiyou's "archive", he took a few deep breaths and poured the wine.

Song Qiyou looked at the clock's hard work, knowing in his heart that he was overcoming all kinds of panic and unaccustomed, and said some encouraging words whenever he had the opportunity, such as "It's so good", "It's great", "I'm always here", "I will always be with you "etc.

The clock is moving, but after a long time, I still can't help being moved and complaining about this child-raising style of painting: "Mr. Song, how many times have you said 'great' today, and I am not a child."

Song Qiyou was embarrassed: "Isn't the bookstore opening soon? I think it's great from the bottom of my heart."

The toe of the clock hooked Song Qiyou's calf: "'Great' don't say it with your mouth, do it with your mouth."

Song Qiyou helped Clockwork do this for the first time, and he was very unskilled in the business. Clock felt refreshed and painful, and faintly worried that he would not be able to stand up after the hour.Song Qiyou also realized that some of those cries were due to pain, so he simply used both hands and mouth, and gradually let his hands dominate.The clock began to gain pleasure/sensation continuously, and I forgot to say something before I reached the peak of comfort.

For a moment, the clock was afraid that Song Qiyou would feel sick, so he stood up and looked at him.However, Song Qiyou just went to the bathroom to rinse his mouth, did not show any displeasure, and said guiltily, "I will practice in the future."

Teacher Song is really nice.

Clock was relieved and smiled: "How are you going to practice? Use cucumbers? Bananas? Use me?"

Song Qiyou blushed: "I learn theoretical knowledge by myself."

The clock pulled him to lie down: "Practice is the only criterion for testing truth."

Song Qiyou put the clock on his wrist, and said to him from left to right: "I will come back early tomorrow afternoon."

Tomorrow is Saturday, and Song Qiyou has to go to school to do something. They made an appointment to buy some decorations for the bookstore together in the afternoon.Once all the decorations are in place, the bookstore can open.

The next day, Zhong Zhong ate some salad at noon, put on a sarong and lay down on the bed, browsing several famous decoration shops in the city, waiting for Song Qiyou to come back.There was a sound from the gate, and the clock glanced at the lower right corner. It was only two o'clock. Thinking that Song Qiyou had come back too early, he jumped out of the bedroom with his slippers on: "Why are you so..."

A middle-aged woman with a certain temperament stood at the gate, squinting at him while changing her shoes: "Are you, Song Qiyou's girlfriend?"

The author has something to say: Sorry for being busy these days, the update is late TT

Tomorrow (28th) I'm not sure if I can catch up with the update, if I can't catch up, it will be updated on Saturday (29th), please forgive me quq