Xu Jun's life

It was already morning when Lin Sen was released by Qi Jing.

As the instigator of this incident—in fact, the instigator was Li Zhurong, I still feel a great sense of responsibility.

So, as the envoy sent by the righteous side of Group A (Xiaobai sealed it for me), I condoled Lin Sen as soon as he came back.

It's a pity that Lin Sen didn't look like he needed condolences at all.He went straight to the laboratory.I asked him what he was doing, and he said "do a two-dimensional simulation of magnetic field reconnection".I asked him again: "What did Qi Jing tell you yesterday?"

He deadpanned: "We discussed the Earth's far magnetotail."

I have nothing to say to such a Frankenstein.

I hadn't finished my lesson yet, so I clutched my heart and retreated to the sofa to warm up. I barely knew what the bunch of things Lin Sen was talking about.And, by coincidence, his research direction coincides with mine.

This is not a good thing.

Research in one direction will inevitably lead to discussions.And the account of inspiration is unclear. Seeing Qi Jing's posture protecting Lin Sen, if I take advantage of Lin Sen, I don't think there will be a good end.

Fortunately, my interest is not in this area. I like mysterious things, such as time and space.This is related to Professor Hua. His famous saying back then was: You young people should read the theory of relativity!Alas...it's a pity that you don't understand.

I have never doubted that there are still many shocking secrets in this world.Some of the truths we believe in now may be as ignorant as the "earth center theory" back then.What we take for granted now may be as absurd as people used to think that the sun revolves around the earth.

I have a dream, although it is hypocritical to say so, but I still have a dream.

I want to explore the true meaning of time and touch the hidden truths in this world. I want to know what is behind the universe in my lifetime.I want to know the source of gravity, I want to know how time goes back, why we can only touch the three-dimensional world, and I want to know what is hidden behind every planet.

Physics is the investigation of the principles of all things.

I study physics because I want to live clearly.

What's the point of living if you don't even understand the world you live in?

After Xiaobai knew that I gave up the magnetic field reconnection, he expressed his understanding to me.

"Only Lin Sen is interested in such boring things..." Xiaobai waved his hand, and took a big mouthful of the kelp soup I brought to Mengsu: "You should come to fry golden flowers with me , By the way, have you run out of happy beans?"

I was just in awe of this ADHD teenager.Ever since he learned how to fight against landlords on the Internet, this kid has been soaking in various games all day long, playing them happily.Once Wang Zhi asked him what subject he was working on, he raised his head, and immediately changed into a mournful expression: Team leader, I am very confused recently, I can't find the direction of my research...

After all, he is young, only 16 years old, he has a lot of time to squander, and he can also play games and find the direction of life.

I almost envy him.

Meal with Meng Su at noon.Warm fireplace, soft carpet, warm black tea, and a physicist who mixes rice and vegetables.

Meng Su was probably a northerner, tall, with a tall frame, and his outline was very hard, like a man carved out of a stone.Moreover, he was keenly observant and asked me: "What do you see me doing?"

"Why do you mix rice and vegetables together?"

Meng Su answered me succinctly, "Because it's delicious like this."

I was amused by his answer: "Then next time I'll fry the rice and vegetables together for you, so you don't need to mix them."

He frowned and refused: "The rice won't taste good if it's fried."

I still couldn't understand his logic, and I could only quietly watch him eat an star anise in the braised pork, hold it in his hand and study it carefully for a while, and then reluctantly throw it away.

When I went back to the dormitory alone at night, I saw a beautiful silver car downstairs. Li Zhurong was standing beside the car smoking, with cigarette butts all over the floor.

He has a weird personality, and most people will think he is very proud when they first see him.However, the most powerful thing about him is actually his cruelty.

He is cruel to others and even more cruel to himself.

What he is best at is to give up something addictive after he likes it without hesitation, such as playing chess or smoking.

He smoked around the age of 15, when he started high school and rebelled.He was also very different from other people when he was rebellious. At that time, his hair was longer than now, jet black, and the ends of his hair were trimmed very delicately. He was of Russian descent, and his skin was fair. At that time, he was already 1.7 meters five. It was once when I stayed at Li's house on a weekend, and couldn't sleep in the middle of the night, so I went to the balcony to blow the air.I saw him leaning on the balcony of the next room, with slender hands and slender legs, leaning there casually, smoking a cigarette.

I've never cared much about his affairs—even when we got together later.

He quit smoking a year before I left Beijing.At that time he had

He grew up to be a tall and ruthless young man, unsmiling, even squinting at people.

He never allowed himself to be addicted to anyone or anything.If he can't quit, destroy it.This is the principle of his life.

"Where have you been?" He grabbed my arm with his hand that wasn't holding a cigarette and asked.

"I just got off work." I replied weakly.

In the afternoon, I was reading the information that Meng Su found for me. I read it a little too fast, and my whole mind was in a mess.

He dragged me, threw me against the car door, and put on an attitude of asking questions: "You get off work at five o'clock."

I was really too lazy to fight with him—and indeed I couldn’t, so I explained to him patiently: "I worked overtime for myself. Now I'm very hungry, let me go first, and we'll talk about it tomorrow if you have anything to do."

His face looked better.

"I'll take you to dinner." He put on a democratic posture: "You can cook by yourself."

I can't do anything with him.

I didn't eat dinner, and I couldn't consume him.In case he is not satisfied with my choice, he will follow his own ideas.

For such a person, I can only sincerely say to her: "You decide."

He narrowed his eyes in satisfaction, and went straight upstairs: "I want to eat stewed chicken."

"Can you change it?" I tried to impress him: "I'm really tired now."

"Dumplings instead. Stuffed with zucchini," he said without looking back.

"...Then it's better to stew chicken."

Li Zhurong actually had a period of rebellion.

I don't know what kind of trouble he had during that time, he probably got into a fight with Zheng Yehu, and did a lot of stupid things that anyone who dares to mention now will be strangled to death by him.I remember that he dyed his hair yellow at that time. Fortunately, he didn't look like a ruffian after dyeing his hair, but he looked a bit like a half-breed.The first time I saw him with his hair dyed, I was absolutely terrified.He became angry with my reaction and ignored me for a long time.

Recently, I suddenly like nostalgia.Those memories that were never mentioned are also remembered bit by bit. The person in the memory is so vivid that it makes my heart ache.

He wasn't born this way all his life.

I was cooking in the kitchen, and he came in to pour water to drink. I put the water under the refrigerator, and he stooped to get it.After standing up, he looked at me suspiciously: "What are you looking at?"

I was looking at a white mark on his neck.

That was when I scratched it with a table knife.

The one who did not embarrass the ancestors much.

It's weird how people get along with each other.

It is shown on TV and written in books. People are always either good or evil. When I was a child, I watched TV and asked "Is this a good person or a bad person?", and I always got an alternative answer.

But life is far from simple.

Good guys and bad guys can never be arbitrarily distinguished.A person who is bad to you can be good to his family.

Written in books, acted in TV dramas, those words of "I love you" that were opened and closed, those courage to talk about all the past, those resoluteness that, once hated, can be ruthless, I will always love you Can't do it.

I was 17 years old when I met this man named Li Zhurong.I will be 32 years old this year, nearly half of my life.

I am no longer a 17-year-old youth. I can only think about many things in my heart, but I can't do them. Every time I make up my mind in my heart, no matter what he does, just treat him as air.

In fact, he is indeed air - like air, omnipresent.Like the air, it is more important than anyone else.

This man named Li Zhurong, he always appeared nonchalantly, and made demands nonchalantly, as if everything was taken for granted.And me, I can't learn the trick of dying or living, I won't suddenly yell at him, I can't cry like a bitter woman, I can't beat him, I can't drive him away.I was brought to Beijing by him from City C, where I was planted on unfamiliar soil like a transplanted plant.The only person I know well is Professor Hua who already has dementia.

This is the fact.

There's no way I'm going to live or die, it's too ugly, and it doesn't do much good.I can't run away either. People in Group A, even if they go to the cafeteria for a meal, can spread the word to everyone in the guard room.

I can only stay here, be my heartless Xu Xu, and accept his visits from time to time on a whim.Talk to him in a flat tone, if he wants to eat, cook for him, I can no longer hold the table knife and wave it at him.Because he didn't hurt me as badly as he did ten years ago.

All the education I have received since I was a child tells people to be kind and persevere, and they will get happiness.

It turned out not to be.