"Master, why did he..."
But Ye Qianji seemed to feel something, and sighed softly: "My heart is dead, what do I need my legs for?"
It is said that it is better to live than to die.
But sometimes, living is harder than dying.
Back then he couldn't find his little moon all over the world, and it wasn't like he didn't have crazy thoughts.
It's just that they reined in at the end of the precipice and waited until today.
Therefore, Ye Qianji understands Ming Yu.
Only those who have experienced loss can understand the suffering of living and the ecstasy of regaining it.
Jiang Fuyue: "Is his leg still recoverable?"
"It took too long to delay the best treatment period, but there is still hope for acupuncture combined with rehabilitation."
"Master," Jiang Fuyue pursed her lips, "help him."
"Okay." Ye Qianji readily agreed, "If you can convince him."
Ding-
The elevator door opened, Ming Yu manipulated the wheelchair with one hand, and came out with a water glass in the other.
"I didn't find your previous cup, so I went to the bar to get another one."
As he said, he handed it over, and there was still hot water in it.
Jiang Fuyue: "Thank you."
Ming Yu: "Why are your eyes red?"
"Really? Maybe the heat is blowing your eyes a little dry."
Ming Yu glanced at the working humidifier in the corner, didn't mention anything, just said: "Then drink some water, it will be much better to replenish water in time."
"Thanks."
…
Winter nights always come in a hurry.
When the two left, street lights were already on on both sides of the street.
Jiang Fuyue stared straight ahead at the road, and steered the steering wheel neatly: "What do you want for dinner?"
Ming Yu thought for a while: "Do you still remember the casserole noodle shop we used to go to?"
"Remember. At first you thought the environment there was bad, the table was oily, the floor was dirty, so you refused to move your chopsticks."
The man was also caught in the memory, and the corners of his mouth raised unconsciously: "After seeing how delicious your food was, I took a sip, but couldn't stop."
"Want to go there?"
"Well, I don't know if it's still there."
"Let's take a look." Jiang Fuyue turned around immediately.
…
Half an hour later, the car stopped at the entrance of an alley on the second ring road.
The aromas of various foods floated out from inside, intertwined and mixed, and tenaciously penetrated into the nostrils.
Jiang Fuyue inquired and found that the casserole rice noodle shop was still there, but the shop was moved from the innermost to the middle, instead of going around the back alley, just go in from the front and walk a few steps.
The two went inside, and it didn't take long before they saw a familiar signboard.
It's just that the decoration has been completely changed, and the storefront has also been expanded. There was only one narrow room before, but now there are three interconnected rooms, divided into upper and lower floors.
"Are you two here to eat casserole rice noodles? Inside please!"
Even the service has improved a lot.
Since it was time for dinner, the business was just right, and almost every table was occupied.
It was inconvenient for Ming Yu to go up to the second floor, and the two of them waited for about ten minutes before a seat became vacant on the first floor.
Just when the two were about to go, a figure quickly passed by, "There are seats here! Hurry up!"
A seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy ran to the table first and sat down.
Soon, several of his friends followed suit.
"Okay, Ming Yang, you're pretty quick!"
The young man named "Ming Yang" raised his chin and said in high spirits, "Of course, don't even look at who I am!"
Ming Jun came over and coughed lightly: "Brother, keep a low profile."
"Yes, yes, keep a low profile."
Cen Jiuxiao looked around, "Why did you choose this place? It's noisy and the environment is not good. Why don't you change to the seafood buffet on the 26th floor of Jinmao opposite?"
Ming Yang: "You don't understand! This restaurant is really delicious! I have eaten with Ming Jun many times, and the taste is amazing! If you don't believe me, try it later, I promise you will order the second pot."
Cen Jiuxiao was dubious: "Really? Cousin Mingwei, do you want to eat here?"
The other boy who didn't speak after he came in, frowned slightly, and didn't answer immediately, but reminded: "We seem to have taken someone else's seat."
Ming Yang felt uncomfortable, and muttered in a low voice: "Brother, where are you from? Obviously I snatched it first... How did it become someone else's seat?"
Just at this moment the waiter came over and explained embarrassingly and tactfully: "Four handsome guys, I'm sorry, this table belongs to this gentleman and this lady, they have been waiting outside for more than ten minutes, so... "
Ming Yang, Ming Jun, Ming Wei, and Cen Jiuxiao subconsciously cast their eyes on the two people who were ignored.
The girl is very pretty and looks familiar.
The man was sitting in a wheelchair. He was handsome and had an outstanding temperament, and he looked familiar.
Four teenagers, you look at me, and I look at you.
Cen Jiuxiao had already sat down, but immediately stood up: "Sorry, we don't know."
Ming Jun also got up, stepped aside, and gave way to the table, but he secretly looked at Ming Yu from the corner of his eye, especially the wheelchair.
Mingwei didn't sit down, so he didn't have to get up now.
Only Ming Yang, who "excitedly took a good seat but ended up being happy in vain", was still sitting, with "dissatisfied" and "unconvinced" faintly written on his face.
Ming Jun hurried forward and bumped his elbow: "Brother, stop making trouble, he came earlier than us."
"That's what I snatched first..." He whispered.
Although dissatisfaction was written on his mouth and face, the action of getting up and giving way was not coy.
"Okay, okay, sit down." He doesn't bully the disabled!
Then he asked the waiter, "Are there any other seats?"
"Upstairs."
The corner of Ming Yang's mouth twitched, "Why didn't you say it earlier?" They would have gone up if they had known about it! What are you grabbing here
He turned around and greeted the other three: "Let's go, let's go sit upstairs."
Ming Jun and Cen Jiuxiao followed.
Mingwei stood there without moving.
Cen Jiuxiao turned around and called him, "Brother?"
At this moment, Ming Wei suddenly walked up to Ming Yu and squatted down: "Are you the second uncle?"
Ming Yang slammed his feet and almost fell.
Ming Jun is okay, he was not so surprised, his eyes swept over the wheelchair again, it turned out that it was really him...
The head of the Ming family, Ming Tao, also Ming Yu's father, is indeed the only biological son.
But before Ming Yu was born, he also adopted a child—Ming Ke.
That is, Mingwei's father, who married Xie Yunxuan, the fifth son of the Xie family. Speaking of which, he was also Xie Dingyuan's brother-in-law.
As for Ming Yang and Ming Jun, they are brothers and sons of Ming Zheng.
Ming Zheng is also Ming Yu's cousin, so these two children should be called Ming Yu—
"uncle."
Ming Jun spoke first.
It took Ming Yang a while to realize, "This is really uncle? Are you sure and sure?"
Is it such a coincidence
Didn't he just want to bring his brothers to eat casserole rice noodles
How did you bump into your uncle who hasn't come home for twenty years
The point is that he still competes with his uncle for a seat? !
It's over, it's over, won't you be beaten to death by your own father when you go back
"Brother, hurry up and call someone!" Ming Jun winked at him.
Ming Yang said "Oh": "Uncle Uncle Uncle Uncle!"
Mingyu: "..."
Ming Jun covered his face.
The corner of Mingwei's mouth twitched.
Cen Jiuxiao said directly: "Pfft... I'm sorry, I couldn't hold it back." Then, he obediently called out: "Hello, Uncle Ming!"
Ming Yu nodded: "Hello."
Then, the four teenagers went straight to the second floor as if fleeing from famine, and Ming Yu and Jiang Fuyue sat down in the vacated seats.
The waiter stepped forward: "What do you two eat?"
Jiang Fuyue: "A casserole with three delicacies."
Ming Yu: "Same."
"Okay, the two of you sit down first, it will be ready soon."
…
At the same time, on the second floor, the four teenagers were talking together, without bothering to order, with excited and amazed expressions.
"My god! It's really uncle." Ming Yang patted his chest, feeling terrified, "Isn't he in the northwest? Why did he come back?"
Ming Jun: "It's not surprising that Uncle is back, but the strange thing is that everyone doesn't know about it. Wei Ge, have you heard about Uncle at home?"
The "uncle" Ming Jun said was Ming Tao.
Mingwei shook his head: "No."
Grandpa never mentioned it.
Ming Yang didn't believe it: "Then how did you recognize it?"
Mingwei raised his eyelids and glanced at him: "There are photos at home."
"That's an old photo from twenty years ago, isn't it still the same as it is now?"
Mingwei didn't argue with him on this boring topic anymore.
Of course, there are not only old photos from twenty years ago at home, but also recent photos of Ming Yu, which are sent from the Northwest every once in a while, and are usually kept by the old man and old lady as treasures, and they are taken out to look at when they are free.
While watching, while sighing.
While sighing, while wiping tears.
Mingwei bumped into them a few times and saw those photos.
The sky inside is always full of yellow sand and heavy fog. Mingyu is sitting in a wheelchair, directing experiments on the spot, or bowing his head in deep thought, or giving speeches...
Mingwei knew from a very young age that he had a scientist uncle who was very powerful and the pride of the whole family and even Huaxia, but he never went home or called.
Many times he heard grandma crying and saying: "If I knew he was so stubborn, I shouldn't have..."
Shouldn't what
There was a question mark in Mingwei's little heart.
Unfortunately, it was never answered.
Because every time I talked halfway, grandma was already crying.
Ming Jun: "What about uncle? Does uncle know?"
The "uncle" in his mouth refers to Mingke.
Mingwei still shook his head: "I don't know."
"Then do you want to tell the family?"
The three Ming brothers looked at each other, unable to make up their minds.
Cen Jiuxiao didn't speak all the time, but was listening to them. Strictly speaking, he had nothing to do with the Ming family.
It's just that Ming Wei is his cousin. Because of this relationship, he gets close to the two brothers Ming Yang and Ming Jun, and the four of them often make appointments to play.
Cen Jiuxiao: "Uncle Ming looks like he just arrived in the imperial capital. He still has a girlfriend with him. If you call home, everyone will know about it, okay?"
"Maybe the family already knew he was back, but they just didn't tell you guys."
Seeing that Mingwei was stunned, and Mingyang and Mingjun also looked sluggish, Cen Jiuxiao suddenly felt that the three of them were overwhelmed by his own analysis, and laughed so hard that he couldn't help but laugh.
"Do you think what I said makes sense?"
"Wait, wait a minute," Ming Jun raised his hand, stuttering nervously, "Who did you say Uncle brought?"
Cen Jiuxiao: "Girlfriend!"
Ming Jun: "!"
"What's your expression? Let me tell you, don't you believe it. A man and a woman come out to eat, or come to this kind of small shop. The relationship must be very close."
Ming Yang also: "!"
Cen Jiuxiao continued: "It's just that the age is not suitable. That girl is not a few years older than us at first glance, but it's okay. After all, Uncle Ming doesn't look old. His hair is black and shiny. Do you think he has been baked?" Oil?"
Mingwei: "..."
Cen Jiuxiao nodded, and said naively: "Really! My dad baked it secretly! Don't let me tell my mom!"
Three people: "..."
Ming Yang: "Is that girl really my uncle's girlfriend? Damn! This news is too explosive! If it's true, I can guarantee that the Ming family will blow up!"
Ming Jun: "Hiss! Do you think that girl... looks familiar?"
Mingwei nodded: "It looks familiar."
Ming Yang scratched his face: "Hearing what you said, it seems familiar to me too. A Xiao, what do you think?"
Cen Jiuxiao pretended to rub his chin deeply: "Everyone thinks it looks familiar, or it's from the circle, we've seen it all; or it's a celebrity singer, who often appears on TV and hot searches."
Ming Yang: "It makes sense..."
Mingwei: "It's the first time I found out that you're quite smart."
Cen Jiuxiao: "?" Be yourself!
Ming Jun has already taken out his mobile phone: "I have to tell my dad, I think he will jump up in shock."
Mingwei thought about it. I don't know if his father can dance, but the old man will definitely dance: "...then I'll tell my family too."
Downstairs, two servings of three fresh casserole were served on the table, steaming hot and white, and the soup in the bowl was still boiling with the residual heat, sizzling.
Ming Yu: "It still tastes the same as before."
Jiang Fuyue nodded, and after swallowing, said: "It hasn't changed much."
The two of them don't like to talk when eating, and they treat food wholeheartedly.
Jiang Fuyue finished eating first, and the tip of her nose was covered with fine sweat.
Ming Yu put down his chopsticks, took out a tissue and handed it to her: "Wipe."
"Thank you." Jiang Fuyue reached out to take it.
When giving money, Jiang Fuyue took out her mobile phone, ready to scan the code.
Ming Yu said he would come, but the QR code on the table was half damaged and could not be recognized.
"It doesn't matter," Jiang Fuyue got up, "When you go out, you can scan at the front desk by the way."
When I got to the front desk, I found that the QR code was stuck flat on the cabinet, but the cabinet was too high, and Ming Yu couldn't scan it in a wheelchair.
The atmosphere was awkward for a moment.
The waiter hurriedly took out the QR code of the stand, and held it in front of him with both hands, "You scan this."
Ming Yu lowered his eyes, and calmly scanned the QR code to check out.
The waiter shouted at the backs of the two: "Welcome to come again next time!"
Turning around, I asked my colleagues to quickly paste the QR code on the side of the counter, and sighed regretfully: "It's a pity that such a handsome man is disabled..."
Leaving the snack alley, Jiang Fuyue was not in a hurry to pick up the car.
Instead, he and Ming Yu walked along the street.
To be precise, she was walking, and Ming Yu was in a wheelchair the whole time.
The night is desolate, the street lights are dim.
The cold wind brushed against the cheeks, like ice skates scraping.
The exhaled breath also turned white, curling up.
Suddenly, "Ah Yu, please heal your leg, I want to see you stand up again."
Ming Yu was speechless for a long time.
He half closed his eyes, Jiang Fuyue couldn't see his expression clearly.
The cold wind howled, shaking the bare branches beside the road.
I do not know how long it has been-
He raised his head and raised his lips slightly to her: "OK."
As long as you want, I will do my best to meet, no matter what your request is.
…
After the New Year's Day holiday, students returned to school one after another.
Jiang Fuyue no longer goes to and from get out of class regularly, and can't see her most of the time.
because-
"I heard that Sister Yue has entered the laboratory again? Is it true?"
"Really, I finished my morning run this morning and went to the cafeteria to eat, and I happened to meet Sister Yue who came out after eating and walked in the direction of the laboratory."
"The Great Demon King is about to start messing around again, Chicken Jelly!"
"By the way, which subject is this research about? Last time, among the three CNS articles, there was one on physics and two on biology. It is rumored that Sister Yue's math and computer are also at the king's level. I'm afraid it's not about chemistry this time." Bar?"
"One day someone said that Sister Yue won the Olympic gold medal, I don't think it's strange."
"Of course! The Almighty Goddess is not just blown out!"
"..."
Jiang Fuyue had no idea what the outside world was talking about.
She only knew that the winter vacation was still half a month away, and she didn't have much time left.
As for Ming Yu...
From that day on, active treatment began.
Due to long-term poor walking, his calf muscles have been slightly atrophied.
Ye Zhaoji: "Fortunately, there are massages and massages every day, otherwise it would be even worse! Now it's just that the treatment cycle is longer and the rehabilitation is harder, so he is lucky!"
Ming Yu really did as promised and cooperated with the treatment without distraction.
Ye Qianji sighed: "It's good if the heart is alive. Only when the heart is alive can people live."
…
Soon, the matter of Jiang Fuyue asking Niu Rui to check also became clear—
"The data shows that there are now 12 official laboratories in China that have Shenkewo virus samples, and ten of them are virus research institutes, which are under the jurisdiction of the higher authorities. We can't stretch our hands that far for the time being."
Jiang Fuyue: "What about the remaining two?"
Niu Rui: "One is Xie Dingyuan's biochemical research laboratory. Now the whole team is on the front line of the anti-epidemic in F continent. Not only are there many samples, but they are also complete. However, the distance is a problem, and with the escort of the Chinese and F governments, it is difficult to get it. .Even if you get it, it is almost impossible to ship it back to China.”
"The last one is Shen Wenzhao's biological laboratory. Shen Wenzhao is a leading figure in biology in China, and also Xie Dingyuan's teacher, and he teaches at Q University."
"I personally suggest that the Institute of Virology is not easy to mess with, and Xie Dingyuan's laboratory is too far away. The best place to start is Shen Wenzhao's laboratory. It shouldn't be difficult to find a way to get him to give you some samples."
Shen Wenzhao
What a coincidence.
Didn’t you just come to Mingda University to teach some time ago
"okay, I get it."
Niu Rui ended the call.
Jiang Fuyue was suddenly not in a hurry, she looked at the academic papers spread out on the table, which gathered the latest research on Shenkovo virus by the world's top biologists and pathologists.
Even their unpublished research conclusions.
Jiang Fuyue digested half of it in two days, and now her mind is full of various theories and models, some of which are even mutually exclusive and antagonistic.
The most urgent task is to sum up the failure experience of the former in the shortest time, and then determine the direction of their own research.
Only by eliminating as much as possible the interference items and indirect interference items that have been proven to fail can Jiang Fuyue ensure the accuracy to the greatest extent.
To put it simply, it is to watch the process of others walking into a dead end, and then determine your own path.
Three days later, Jiang Fuyue digested all the remaining materials.
I have a general direction in my heart.
She found Xu Kaiqing and said with a smile, "Old Xu, let me treat you to dinner."
The door was open, the wind blew in and poured into his collar, Xu Kaiqing shivered: "Why is it so cold..."
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