dead dog

After 15 years--

With a bang, the door was pushed open.A man wearing a sewing cap and all in black with a briefcase under his arm came in and said with a loud laugh, "Dr. Ye, Miss Facia, good afternoon."

Ye Chuyang showed his face from behind the computer screen, squinting at the person coming: "Who?"

The man said: "Dr. Ye wearing glasses, it's me."

Ye Chuyang touched the glasses on the messy table and put them on, then looked at the person who came by: "Oh, Mr. Jiang, please sit down."

This is the top floor of a commercial and residential building located in the middle of two residential areas. The commercial and residential building is old and not high, with only nine floors. From the first floor to the ninth floor, there are all kinds of shops. One is leased as an office.The office is not big, [-] to [-] square meters, with a floor-to-ceiling window leading to a wide balcony. There are several pots of flowers and green plants on the balcony, as well as several pots of shallots and coriander.Because it is on the top floor, the air is hotter than other places, so the air conditioner in the office is fully turned on. The only advantage of this office is that there is plenty of light. There is a clear floor-to-ceiling window across the balcony, and the sun shines in through the window, like light hole.

There are only two workstations in the office, and there is no reception area. Most of the space is filled with metal products of strange shapes and sizes, and the congestion is so messy that it is difficult to settle down.

Jiang Chenggong cleaned up a chair full of debris opposite Ye Chuyang's desk and sat down, saying, "Dr. Ye, where is Facia?"

Ye Chuyang quickly raised his hands on the keyboard, without making a sound, he stamped his foot on the floor.

Jiang Chenggong understood: "Oh, I'm going to buy food."

Ye Chuyang nodded.

Jiang Chenggong: "When will Facia come back?"

Ye Chuyang stomped on the floor again.

Jiang Chenggong: "Oh, I'll be back soon."

Ye Chuyang nodded.

Jiang Chenggong: "Dr. Naye, how did you study the sample I left you last time?"

Ye Chuyang didn't stamp his feet this time, and sighed.

Jiang Chenggong: "Oh oh oh, failed again."

Ye Chuyang stared at the computer expressionlessly.

Jiang Chenggong: "Dr. Ye, last time you said that my EEG image was smashed tofu brain. What was my EEG image last time?"

Ye Chuyang said solemnly: "Shaqima."

Jiang Chenggong: "Shaqima?"

Ye Chuyang nodded: "Shaqima who was chewed up and spit out."

Jiang Chenggong: "What does this mean?"

Ye Chuyang: "It's a mess, I can't see the shape."

Jiang Chenggong touched his chin: "Then am I going to die?"

Ye Chuyang leaned on his glasses and squinted at his face, and said, "Your brain is like Shaqima, but it's not that your head is like Shaqima, you can't die."

Jiang successfully pressed his chest: "Huh, I was scared to death."

Jiang Chenggong was very concerned about his brain being broken into a Shaqima, so he talked to Ye Chuyang a few more words, but Ye Chuyang always looked at Jiang Chenggong with a pair of dark and bright eyes that concealed wisdom but appeared dull on the outside, slowly And say a few monosyllabic words carefully.Jiang Chenggong felt that he was perfunctory himself, but Ye Chuyang's eyes were serious and sincere, so he felt that Ye Chuyang was perfunctory himself seriously.

Jiang Chenggong smiled and said: "Dr. Ye, you are still the same, you don't like to talk."

Ye Chuyang sat upright seriously, adjusted the glasses on his face, and then took a sip of water from the cup. He looked dignified and serious, like a spokesman who was about to give a long speech on the rostrum. In fact, he just said seriously, "Boss Jiang, can you stop shaking your legs? The water glass on the table is about to spill."

When Boss Jiang heard this, he quickly flattened his legs that looked like they had stepped on a sewing machine, and held his respect for himself: "I, my, my knee jerk reflex, knee jerk reflex."

Ye Chuyang glanced at him lightly, looked away lightly, looked at the computer lightly, and said lightly: "The knee jerk reflex acts on the ligament below the knee, not on the soles of the feet. You use the soles of the feet to shake your legs."

Jiang Chenggong laughed dryly: "I made a mistake, I have cramp, cramp haha."

As if to verify what he said was true, Jiang Chenggong's right leg began to shake again.

Ye Chuyang looked at his leg, frowned slightly, and said seriously: "It seems to be serious, go to the hospital quickly, it may be Parkinson's."

Jiang Chenggong: ...

He and Ye Chuyang have known each other for several months, and have chatted many times, every time he chats with Ye Chuyang, he will hurt himself.

After a while, the door was pushed open, and a girl in a Lolita-style dress came in, holding a few lunch boxes in her hand. She had straight black hair with a shawl, neat thick bangs on her forehead, and a discolored face. Sophisticated makeup.

Jiang Chenggong greeted her cleanly as if he had received amnesty, and said with a smile, "Miss Facia, you are beautiful again after not seeing you for a few days."

Facia lifted up her skirt, squatted down slightly, and smiled sweetly: "Thank you."

Jiang Chenggong held her hand and said with a smile, "You are a cute Persian cat today."

Facia pointed to Ye Chuyang: "Where is my cousin?"

Jiang Chenggong looked at Ye Chuyang and said, "Dr. Ye is a mole today."

He was not talking nonsense, but he really saw a huge snow-white and beautiful Persian cat behind Facia, and a round mole lying on top of Ye Chuyang's head.He can see the animal counterpart in each person, and the crowd is not a person to him, but more like an animal.

Jiang Chenggong sighed and said: "I saw a dead fish lying on the ground on the way here. Oops, it smelled so bad, the fish bubbles were all broken. I walked a few steps forward and turned around the intersection, and there was a dead fish lying on the main road. The brains of the courier who had a car accident fell out."

Facia put down the cold drink and lunch she bought, and said, "I just heard that there was a car accident on Qingyang Road and one person died."

Ye Chuyang focused on the computer and didn't pay attention to what they were talking about. After finishing his work, he dragged the chair under his buttocks and stepped back, asking, "Did a fish die?"

Facia pointed at him with her slender fingers: "Ostomy industry, you are going to hell with pulling out your tongue."

Ye Chuyang picked up the white coat on the back of the chair and put it on, saying, "It's getting late, let's get down to business."

There is a compartment in the office, and there are several sleeping cabins in which people can lie down. Each sleeping cabin is connected with sophisticated circuits. The terminal is a computer placed in the corner. Facia sits behind the computer. , smiled and said: "Mr. Jiang, you can lie down at any time when you are ready."

Jiang Chenggong climbed into a sleeping cabin familiarly, the glass cover was lowered, and the sleeping cabin was closed.

Ye Chuyang looked at Jiang Chenggong through the transparent glass cover, saw that he had closed his eyes, and the left and right temples were also pasted with induction magnets, so he pressed the start button, and turned his head to give Facia a look.

Facia nodded and started the program.

Ye Chuyang walked over, stood behind Fasia, looked at the waveform graph that kept flashing across the screen, and said, "If you still fail this time, try another sample."

Facia said: "Who will replace it? Who will be a volunteer for us like Mr. Jiang?"

Ye Chuyang's tone of voice was always calm, without ups and downs, but there was a convincing force that could not be ignored, and said: "You can't hang yourself on a tree, this set of procedures has matured, but now it has been running unsuccessfully. , I just checked again from beginning to end, there is no problem with the hardware, the problem may be in the sampling.”

Facia twisted her fingers around the end of her hair and asked, "Didn't you contact Dean Qi of the mental hospital? Does Dean Qi agree with you to sample the mental patients in his hospital?"

Ye Chuyang pursed his mouth: "I don't agree."

Facia looked at him speechlessly: "Then you sample it for yourself."

Half an hour later, when the sampling was over, Ye Chuyang sent Mr. Jiang to the door. Before leaving, he took out a crumpled business card from his pocket and handed it to Mr. Jiang, asking Mr. Jiang to introduce a friend who is mentally ill.Such a request of courting death with zero EQ would be more or less shocking to anyone else, but Mr. Jiang did not. Mr. Jiang was as tolerant as the sea, and readily agreed, saying: "Dr. Ye Hurry up, I also really want to know why my brain is like Shaqima."

Ye Chuyang was very grateful to him, so he held his hand and said sincerely: "I am serious, but there is actually nothing wrong with your mind."

Jiang Chenggong: "But you said you look like Sha Qima?"

Ye Chuyang's face was sincere: "Shaqima is very good, I have seen brainwaves run so active in the image of greedy snakes, that is really sick."

Jiang Chenggong: "Eating snakes is a disease, so what does Shaqima mean?"

Ye Chuyang clenched his hand tightly and smiled: "It's basically not working when it's all in one piece, which means it doesn't work in the brain."

Jiang Chenggong: ...

Ye Chuyang patted his hand: "It's just a little stupid. It's not a big problem."

After sending President Jiang away, Ye Chuyang closed the door, and when he turned around to see Facia's pale face, Facia said, "Cousin, you have lived for 32 years without being beaten to death, how did you do it?"

Ye Chuyang didn't know, so he thought about it seriously and said, "Is 32 years old a long life?"

Facia rolled her eyes: "It's a miracle for you!"

Ye Chuyang's cell phone rang, and it was the landlord who rented the office to them. He said that it was already June and asked them to pay the summer rent quickly. Ye Chuyang was very confused: "Mr. Liu, the rent has always been ours. Qitai Group, our investor, handed it over for us, didn't they hand it over?"

Landlord: "No, I called the Secretary Bian who paid the rent before, but no one answered at all. I don't care who pays, you have to pay within three days, or you will move out!"

The landlord hung up the phone, Ye Chuyang was devastated, and said: "It's over, Qitai seems to have finally found out that they were cheated and withdrew their capital."

Facia: "...can you be a little more polite to yourself? Do you know that you will die with your mouth sooner or later?" She gave Ye Chuyang a hard look, took out her phone and pressed it, "I forgot to talk to you You said, a man who claimed to be the secretary of Qitai Group called me this morning and asked you to go to their company, saying that their CEO wants to see us."

Ye Chuyang had already accepted the fact that he was divested. Looking around in the office, he weighed the possibility of moving things away and not calling it a moving company, so he dealt with it casually: "Go by yourself, the CEO asked you Just cry when you pay back the money, and call me if you can’t win, and I’ll cry with you in the past.”

Facia gritted her teeth, clenched her fists, and crunched her silver teeth: "Ye Chuyang, you are a Ph.D. in Mechatronics, shouldn't you be a little bit of the arrogance of a sophisticated intellectual? Thank you for thinking about it and crying." The method of making trouble twice and hanging yourself three times."

Ye Chuyang has already started to pack up his amateur inventions, big and small, over the years, and said: "I am someone who can kneel down for three buckets of rice, as long as the CEO of Qitai Group doesn't ask me to collect debts, let me take a breather and do two more." Years of research, I can enter the ancestral hall of the CEO's family and worship his ancestors."

Facia: "Why do you worship his ancestors? You still want to tie the knot with him and recognize your ancestors? Oh, don't clean it up. The secretary said that their CEO met you to discuss the Deep Thinking project with you."

Facia's cell phone rang, and it was from the secretary in the morning. She picked it up and smiled politely: "Hi secretary, um, we are on our way and we will be there soon. My boss, he is next to me." , okay, I'll let him talk to you."

Ye Chuyang took the mobile phone she handed over, and as soon as he put it to his ear, he heard a young and cheerful male voice: "Dr. Ye? Hello, I'm Mr. Jiang's secretary, and my name is Bian Xiaocheng."

Ye Chuyang caught the phone and sat cross-legged on the ground, saying, "Hello, Secretary Cheng."

Bian Xiaocheng: "Hehe, my surname is Bian, Dr. Ye."

Ye Chuyang: "I'm sorry, Mr. Bian."

Bian Xiaocheng: "No, no, my surname is Bian, and I am President Jiang's secretary."

Ye Chuyang: "Secretary Jiang."

Bian Xiaocheng: "Hehehe, my surname is Bian, and I'm President Jiang's secretary. Just call me Secretary Bian."

Ye Chuyang: "Well, Secretary Bian."

Facia was sweating profusely as she watched, Ye Chuyang didn't intend to play tricks on the other party, he really had a shortcoming of not being able to remember people's names, and he had serious cognitive impairments to the identities and names of strangers.He remembered Jiang Chenggong's name for several months, and now he still occasionally calls Jiang Chenggong Zheng Chenggong.

Bian Xiaocheng has a good temper, still smiling: "Dr. Ye, Mr. Jiang wants to postpone the meeting until tomorrow morning. Is your time available?"

Ye Chuyang looked very arrogant when he was serious, but what he said was very stupid: "Yes, whenever Mr. Bian is free, I will be free."

Bian Xiaocheng: "Hehehehehe, it's Mr. Jiang, I'm just the secretary."

Ye Chuyang: "Okay, Secretary Jiang."

Bian Xiaocheng: "...That's all. I'll send you the detailed meeting time and address later. Goodbye, Dr. Ye."

Ye Chuyang: "Wait a minute, President Bian."

Bian Xiaocheng cried: "Dr. Ye, I am Secretary Bian, and our president's surname is Jiang."

Ye Chuyang: "Well, what's the name of your president? I want to make some preparations."

Bian Xiaocheng said: "Our president's surname is Jiang, and his name is Jiang Ying. There are a lot of information about him on the Internet, you can search for it."

Ye Chuyang thanked him and hung up the phone.

Facia asked curiously, "Who is the CEO? What's his name?"

Ye Chuyang looked at her, blinked, and said confidently, "Jiang Chenggong."

Facia: "...Jiang Chengcheng?"

Ye Chuyang: "It's Jiang, Jiang Chenggong."

Facia: ...

Why doesn't she believe it?