Xu Jun's life

The steamed rice is ready, and the aroma is overflowing.I've always loved cooking chicken, but I'm not good at cooking vegetables.

Meng Su was probably very hungry, so he only mixed a few times, and then he started to eat with a bowl.

He was tall and had long fingers. The bowl in his hand looked like a child's toy.I saw that it was hard for him to eat like this, so I brought him a bowl, put all the rice in a bowl and handed it to him.

Meng Su was watching me, and suddenly said: "Are you in a bad mood?"

The image of him in my heart has always been that of "let others die", and I was flattered by such a sudden sentence.

"It's okay, I'm just busy lately."

Meng Su showed an expression I had never seen before, and the general idea of ​​that expression was: Can a person like you who sleeps in the dormitory on weekends say that he is busy?

"Okay, let's eat." I gave him the bowl and started to eat myself.

I'm not a person who can confide in people. I'm not used to telling the whole thing about myself and leaving it to others to judge.

Probably also because I knew it wouldn't get any good reviews.

I brought a lot of books here, all of which were moved from C City. I like physics. A good physics paper is much more interesting than a novel in my opinion.

Obviously Meng Su is the same person as me.

I don't have a special study room, and all the books are in the bedroom. When I wash the dishes, I ask Meng Su to read the books by himself.

He went in and took out his coat, which was a thin sweater. He had a broad back and was tall. He was leaning on the bookshelf to read the records of the Qin Tianjian that I had transcribed.

"You can even understand this?" I asked him in surprise.

"I don't understand." He answered me very frankly: "I guessed everything."

Probably because the disgusted expression on my face was too obvious, he added another sentence: "I'm just watching, why should I know so clearly?"

He is the most upright handsome, every time he puts on a serious face, I can't help but argue with him, because challenging "authority" is really interesting.

"You don't understand this." I regained my energy and explained to him proudly: "It's all technical terms, and it's still in ancient Chinese. If you misunderstand a word, it's a thousand miles away. I can't let it You are so depraved."

He raised his eyes and stared at me: "Can you understand?"

"I always flip through the dictionary while reading." I told him frankly.

"I don't study this, what kind of dictionary do I need?" He retorted me very indifferently: "On the contrary, it's your characters, written in such an abstract way, I don't know many characters, and I don't think I may be able to look them up in a dictionary."

One of the most guilty things in my life is that my handwriting is poor. He is not the first to say that my handwriting is ugly.However, I was also a director after all, and I approved notes every day. How could it be possible to write so that others could not understand?

"This is because you know few words

. I retorted, took a novel from the bookshelf, and walked to the living room with the book: "You must have failed the Chinese class in primary school. "

"You must have never taken a calligraphy class in elementary school." Meng Su said unhurriedly behind his back.

He is usually cold and to the point when he speaks, probably many people have said that he has a poisonous tongue.

Unfortunately, compared to Lin Youqi's, his number of segments is not enough.

"Meng Su, I suddenly want to ask." I turned around and smiled at him, "Your Chinese is not taught by the physical education teacher, is it?"

Recently I found a way to pass the time.

The colleague next to me, Lin Sen, is a boring gourd, and he seems to be still angry with me, so naturally he won't talk to me.Xiaobai is still young and doesn't understand anything, chatting with him is boring.Both Qi Jing and Wang Zhi are indifferent.

So there is only Meng Su, with concise words and straightforward attitude, and does not hold grudges, he is the best object of argument.

After all, he is a young man from a good environment, and he only knows how to present facts and reason.I'm a senior who has spent several years in the gang of weirdos at C University Law School. I'm good at Lin Youqi's tricks, either attacking personally or talking about other things.It might as well be a tie with him.

I read the physics papers of these years every day, and I am very bored, and I often provoke Meng Su whenever I have nothing to do.He is very brave. Although he talks few words, he is never stage frightened.Xiaobai looked at us every day, thinking we were arguing.

On Wednesday, Xiaobai just finished a stand-alone game, and he didn't know which nerve was stimulated, so he suddenly asked me, "Did you teach law in medical school?"

I corrected him very seriously: "University C is only stronger in medical majors, not a medical school. I teach in the law school of University C."

"Any courtyard is fine." Xiaobai waved his hands boldly, and hurriedly said, "I've always wanted to ask you a question..."

"what is the problem?"

"That's the forensic doctor, do you know forensic medicine?" Seeing me nodding, he looked like a professional, his eyes sparkling, and asked me, "Then do you know whether a forensic doctor is a student of law or medicine? "

I can't wait to spray Ling Xiao's blood on his face.

If you ask Lin Youqi such a "professional" question, he will even beat up your primary school Chinese teacher.

However, after all these years of being a teacher, I still have a good attitude towards this studious boy.

"Xiaobai, it's like this. You have to understand the word forensic medicine separately..." I took a piece of paper and wrote it for him.

"The 'medical' is the subject, indicating that forensic medicine is a kind of medicine. And 'law' is used to modify medicine, indicating that it is related to the law. It is an adjective, probably used as an attributive, or it may be something else..." I He concluded proudly: "In short, a forensic doctor is a doctor related to the law."

"Isn't it the doctor who dissects the corpse?" Xiaobai said with a firm expression on his face.

If you ask Lin Youqi such a "professional" question, he will even beat up your primary school Chinese teacher.

However, after all these years of being a teacher, I still have a good attitude towards this studious boy.

"Xiaobai, it's like this. You have to understand the word forensic medicine separately..." I took a piece of paper and wrote it for him.

"The 'medical' is the subject, indicating that forensic medicine is a kind of medicine. And 'law' is used to modify medicine, indicating that it is related to the law. It is an adjective, probably used as an attributive, or it may be something else..." I He concluded proudly: "In short, a forensic doctor is a doctor related to the law."

"Isn't it the doctor who dissects the corpse?" Xiaobai said with a very firm expression on his face, "It's always played like this on TV."

I finally understood why Xiaoyao said that he didn't buy a TV for the healthy growth of the baby.

"Every medical student has to dissect the corpse." I patiently explained to him: "Forensic doctors do autopsies and look for evidence..."

"It's so complicated." Xiaobai yawned, like a beautiful big cat, stretched out his limbs on the soft sofa very comfortably, then sat up again suddenly, and asked me: "Then when they studied medicine? Where did the dissected body come from?"

I was about to explain to him the darkness of medical school when suddenly a hand reached out from behind me and took away the piece of paper on which I had written.

"Are you practicing calligraphy?" Meng Su glanced at the words on the paper, and a smile appeared on the corner of his lips: "You are quite self-aware."

Over the past few days, our relationship has become much closer. At the same time, I have also deeply realized that this young man named Meng Su is by no means a cheap lamp.

He is only in his early 20s, and he has already developed a character of saying what he says and doing things without sloppiness.Even if I usually argue with him, each wins or loses, he just regards the verbal confrontation as a kind of entertainment, and it will not affect his own emotions.

I really like his clear personality.

"Meng Su, aren't you going to recruit people this afternoon?" Xiao Bai said suddenly.

"There's no rush to recruit people." Meng Su probably didn't want to talk too much about it, so he just patted me on the shoulder: "Follow me upstairs."

Upstairs is a small conference room, and only he and Wang Zhi in the group have keys.It was warm inside, with thick carpets on the floor, deep purple velvet curtains, good projection equipment, and oblong conference tables.

He pulled away the two chairs near the door and sat in the one on the right.

This posture seems to be plotting something big.

"I'm currently working on the BCN low-dimensional materials project," he told me straight to the point: "You can join my group."

I was shocked by the size of an olive branch he threw.

Looking at the entire research institute, the two most superior groups, one is Qi Jing's, and the other is Mengsu's. Not to mention the abundant funds and advanced equipment, the qualifications of the group leader himself are also the best.The others couldn't get in even if they sharpened their heads, so he invited me into the group like that?

"I..." I hesitated for a moment, and decided to tell the truth: "I'm not very familiar with your quantum physics..."

"You are not familiar with astrophysics." Meng Su interrupted me easily: "You don't understand anything now, why don't you reinvent everything. Don't study astrophysics. Jing Hu, you can only pick up his leftovers forever. Even if I want to grab the project for you, I may not be able to grab it. The elders of Qi Jing's family are all responsible for this. They have their hands on it, and the good things are all Lin Sen's. "

I am not a fledgling young man, and I know that the research institute is by no means a pure land...

However, my interest is not in quantum physics.

"Let me think about it." I still couldn't make a decision in the end.

"I'll start a team on the [-]st of next month. You have to think about it yourself, and then tell me your decision." He stood up, with a completely different seriousness from that in the lounge.

"Why don't you consider Xiaobai?" I couldn't help asking, Xiaobai was interested in his research group, even an outsider like me could tell.

"Of course I have my reasons for not choosing him." He finished coldly.Probably realizing that his tone was too cold, he curled his lips and said, "Didn't you also choose me?"

His eyes were dark.Just one glance made me feel guilty, and I quickly covered up: "I don't think your research team doesn't..."

"Okay, there's no need to explain." He interrupted me, and said calmly, "Actually, I also can't bear to see you doing nothing all day long."

His words were straightforward, and I couldn't think of how to reply to him for a while, so I could only stare at him blankly.

He laughed.There is a calming power in Mo Hei's eyes: "Don't forget, I was also taught by Professor Hua. Senior."