The room was quiet and empty.
Su Di was not there, and neither was Zhao Fan. Meng Fu followed Yang Hua's instructions and turned on the lights in all the rooms.
Outside the window, it was nearly twelve o'clock, with thousands of lights on and the sound of fireworks and firecrackers.
The curtains on the floor-to-ceiling windows in the living room were not drawn up, and from this angle, the fleeting fireworks in the sky could be seen.
It is very quiet inside the window that is separated from the outside world. Even the lights are cool-colored incandescent lamps. It is quiet and deserted. You can hear the faint "Happy New Year" from the waiter outside the door.
Meng Fu only felt that the door to the room was closed in the blink of an eye, and she was dragged into the room without even seeing the face of the guy who gave her the hangover soup.
She blinked, her long eyelashes fluttering slightly.
Su Cheng closed the door, put his arm around her lower back and grabbed her left wrist. His aura was obviously aggressive but also seemed a little gentle. He put his chin on the edge of her head and led her to the sofa, "Drink." How many bottles are there?”
The sound of deep breathing came from above the head. The sound seemed a little weak, but the momentum was compelling.
Meng Fu suddenly woke up: "One..."
The other party lowered his head and looked over calmly. The cold light made his already cold eyebrows sharper. He was probably training his soldiers in the past few days. His whole person was like the light of a sword unsheathed, and his deep eyes swept over him.
Like ice and snow. .
Vaguely, there seems to be some blood.
Meng Fu: "Two..."
"Okay, okay, just three, four, five, six, seven or eight bottles."
Pushing the person to sit on the sofa with one hand, Su Cheng looked at her condescendingly and handed the bowl to her: "Sit down."
Meng Fu took the bowl, looked up at him from the corner of his eye, and saw him entering the room at a glance.
Meng Fu: "..."
Two minutes later.
Crackling, a pile of crushed beer cans were thrown in front of her.
Meng Fu held the still warm bowl and looked up at Su Cheng. The originally cold white face was reddish because she had just taken a shower, as if it had been shrouded in a halo of incandescent light. She said: "Nine Eleven, eleven, twenty-three, four, five, six, seven or eight bottles..."
After she finished speaking, she lowered her head and took another sip of soup.
Su Cheng looked down at her. Over the past few days, the cold and murderous aura around him gradually softened. He bent down, with a tired look on his brows, and put his rough fingers behind her ears, which were not yet completely dry. After a long time, he said angrily: "I'm too far away from you. You drank too much and couldn't find you in time."
Meng Fu said "Oh" and then sat aside to make room for him, "What are you doing today?"
"Watch the drill and reward the escort team." Su Cheng sat down on the sofa with his hands on his hands, reached out to pull Meng Fu over, leaned against her neck, took a deep breath, then reached for the remote control and turned on the TV.
On TV, the Spring Festival Gala is still being scheduled.
"Su said you want to perform sacrifices tomorrow?"
"Well, nine in the morning." Su Cheng said lazily.
Su Di is Su Cheng's top leader. He is so busy, and Su Cheng should be even busier.
She glanced at Su Cheng, then picked up the phone on the coffee table, dialed the hotline at the front desk, and asked her to bring some food.
On New Year's Eve this year, the hotel prepared a lot of dishes. Not long after Meng Fu called, the doorbell rang.
Meng Fu was about to go down and open the door, but Su Cheng beside him had already gotten up and opened the door. In the blink of an eye, he had returned to his previous graceful demeanor, and his voice was unhurried: "Thank you."
He thanked the hotel staff and brought in a wooden basket.
There were four dishes in the basket and a bowl of soup.
Su Cheng placed the dishes on the coffee table, arranged his chopsticks, and looked at her sitting on the sofa, "Have you eaten tonight?"
"Fine with the director and the others," Meng Fu huddled on the sofa, looking at the sketch on TV that was not funny, and admitted to Su that he really commented, "It's not as funny as He Miao."
"Well," Su Cheng glanced at the TV casually, then sat on the chair and picked him up, "Eat some with me."
Meng Fu went to the room and took his cell phone.
He sat next to Su Cheng and opened WeChat to see if any red envelopes had been missed.
Su Cheng ate quickly but elegantly. He had been taught strict etiquette since he was a child. After picking up so many dishes, Meng Fu didn't even see his chopsticks touch the bowl.
Meng Fu accepted the red envelope Xu Moyou sent to her, and there were no other red envelopes.
The main reason is that the West does not have the custom of celebrating the New Year.
She put down her phone, lazily supported her chin with her hand, and then looked at Su Cheng beside her, "Brother Cheng, have you forgotten anything today?"
Su Cheng sat on the chair. The road here was dusty, but he didn't look embarrassed. He looked very handsome just sitting here. He took a bite and said, "What?"
Meng Fu looked at his delicate features and said "Ah", "Nothing, do you want some water?"
She stood up, took a cup and went to the water dispenser to get warm water.
On the TV, the last song and dance program had finished playing, and the hosts were already standing together, waiting for the countdown to New Year's Eve.
Su Cheng finished eating and put the things back into the wooden basket.
Meng Fu finished collecting the water and was about to go back.
There was a knock on the door again. Meng Fu opened the door with one hand. Outside the door was the second male lead of He Miao's crew. I heard that he was also a rich second generation who brought money to join the crew. However, he didn't spend as much money as Su Cheng. Although he was a high-ranking actor. He is taller than He Miao, but only won the second male award.
The second man's face turned red when he saw Meng Fu, "Listen, I heard Sister Wen said you drank too much. Here is the sobering soup."
Meng Fu glanced at him and said, "Thank you, I just finished drinking."
The second male lead was stunned, "Well, then we are all at the KTV downstairs. Do you want to go?"
"I'm not going, I want to play a game." Meng Fu looked at him, "Do you have anything else to do?"
"without… "
Meng Fu nodded, "Thank you, Happy New Year, have fun."
She closed the door.
Su Cheng put away his things and was taking out a piece of paper to wipe his hands. He looked at Meng Fu and said, "From the crew next door?"
"Yes," Meng Fu closed the door and handed him the cup in his hand, a little confused, "Didn't Sister Wen have someone give me a bowl of hangover soup?"
Su Cheng looked at Meng Fu for a while, then suddenly laughed, and the ice in his eyes melted.
"Why are you laughing?" Meng Fu glanced at him.
Su Cheng took a sip of water, sat on the sofa, and motioned for her to sit next to him, "He may have a crush on you."
"Really?" Meng Fu didn't care much and just said, "Then he is very discerning."
After all, there are not many people in the entertainment industry who are better-looking than her, at least not one of them.
Su Cheng looked at her thoughtfully, "He can only settle for the next best thing."
Meng Fu saw that the host had entered the twenty second countdown and asked casually, "What?"
Su Cheng listened to the host counting down to ten. He turned his head and looked at her, his eyes shining, aggressive yet gentle, and then he said unhurriedly: "Because I have already got it."
Meng Fu listened to a row of hosts counting down to "1".
On the TV and outside the window, the sound of firecrackers and fireworks was at its loudest.
She didn't react much to Su Cheng's words, "...wait?"
Su Cheng listened to the countdown to "one" and suddenly leaned over, took her into his arms, chuckled and whispered in her ear: "Happy New Year."
On TV, the host finished counting down, and there were other programs behind him.
The lights outside are dim.
Meng Fu came back to his senses and said, "Thank you and Happy New Year."
Su Cheng lowered his eyes, looked at her eyebrows, and said calmly, "How can you thank me?"
Meng Fu thought about it and felt that she should give in. She reluctantly said, "I'll give you a red envelope."
Su Cheng met her gaze, moved his eyes downwards, his eyes darkened, and reached out to cover her hair, which had been straightened and seemed a little fluffy due to filming, "Well, then you can send me a red envelope."
Meng Fu stared at him for two seconds.
Then he slowly picked up his phone and sent Su Cheng a red envelope.
Su Cheng clicked.
"Are you sleepy?" Su Cheng asked in a low voice.
Meng Fu yawned, "Fortunately, the director will give us a half-day off tomorrow. "Gods and Demons" will be finished in about a week. I will go back after finishing the work..."
**
Meng Fu hadn't slept well in the past half month.
The director worked too hard overtime.
It was the first time in the tenth time that I woke up naturally from sleep. When I opened my eyes, the room was still very dark. Meng Fu's eyelashes trembled, and the memory still stuck in her watching TV on the sofa.
She sat on the bed, almost doubting that she had a dream last night.
As soon as I glanced at it, I saw a red envelope placed next to the pillow.
The red envelope is very thick.
Meng Fu thought for a while, it was probably as thick as the red envelopes she had received in the past few years combined.
She looked at the red envelope for a few seconds before putting it away, then stepped on the carpet and got out of bed to open the curtains.
The sun has risen very high outside.
Meng Fu picked up her phone and checked the time. It was already eleven o'clock in the morning. On the screen of her phone was the WeChat message sent to her by Sister Fan -
"Mutation 3" forwarded on its official Weibo, today it sold over 700 million on the first day of release.
Meng Fu retweeted it on Weibo, then brushed his teeth and washed his face and went to the set to find the director.
"Happy New Year! Teacher Meng!"
"Happy New Year!"
There were jubilant sounds all the way.
Meng Fu pulled down his scarf and replied slowly, "Happy New Year."
The director was handing out New Year's red envelopes to the crew and left a big one especially for Meng Fu.
"Director," Meng Fu sat in front of the director and rested his chin on his hand, "Can we discuss it? Finish filming my scene today."
"Then you have to stay up late," the director looked at Meng Fu, stunned, "Are you in such a hurry to get back?"
Meng Fu was silent for a moment, "Well, something happened."
The director originally wanted to ask why, but suddenly he remembered what happened to Grandpa Meng Fu some time ago.
During this period of time, Meng Fu was no different on the set than before, and the director almost forgot what happened to Meng Fu.
Counting it all together, her grandpa will have Qiqi tomorrow.
The director said calmly, "Wait a minute, I'll gather the crew."
Meng Fu wanted to finish filming the scene in advance, which naturally required the cooperation of the entire program team.
Fortunately, Meng Fu is very popular, so no one disagreed when they knew she had to finish filming in advance. On the contrary, most people were reluctant to let her go.
**
The second day of the new year.
Meng Fu returned to Jiang's house early in the morning with the red envelope given to her by the director and Sister Wen.
Yang Hua was talking to Jiang Xinchen in the Jiangjia Garden. Meng Xun followed them impatiently. Suddenly, Meng Xun felt something and turned back to look outside the gate.
At the same time, the servant's surprised voice sounded, "The eldest lady is back!"
The servant quickly went to take the suitcase from Meng Fu's hand.
"You came back just in time," Yang Hua looked at the calm Meng Fu, stretched out his hand to hug her, and said with a smile, "Go see your grandpa."
"Yeah." Meng Fu nodded and went to the Jiang family ancestral hall.
This is not her first time coming to the ancestral hall.
The last time she came here, she came to see Jiang Xinchen because he made a mistake.
The ancestral hall was a bit cold, Meng Fu raised his head and looked at the tablets in the ancestral hall.
The bottom one has been replaced with the latest tablet.
It belongs to Mr. Jiang.
Meng Fu pursed her lips. When she saw this again, she calmed down a lot. She just took the incense nearby, lit it and inserted it into the incense burner. Her voice still sounded calm: "Grandpa, I'm here to see you."
The ancestral hall was very cold, and the floor tiles were also cold.
Jiang Quan had not seen Meng Fu for more than a month. When he heard that Meng Fu was back, he came to the ancestral hall to look for her as soon as possible.
Before he reached the ancestral hall, he heard Meng Fu murmuring in the ancestral hall: "Grandpa, are you cold here?"
Jiang Quan's footsteps suddenly stopped. He stood on the stairs, his eyes red, and then left quietly.
On the way, when he saw Yang Hua, Jiang Quan shook his head at Yang Hua and signaled her not to go in.
Yang Hua was stunned for a moment, then stood there and sighed.
When Meng Fu returned to the hall, he had returned to his previous appearance.
In the hall, Jiang Quan was discussing with Yang Hua what to bring to the capital, "Uncle Ah Fu has a bad leg, so it's just right to bring this, and this. By the way, Xinchen, you must be good and study hard when you go to your uncle's house. Capital The students are very good at studying and listening. You can be a little embarrassed, but don’t be embarrassed.”
Father Jiang was a little serious in his words, "Oh, our T city is going to lose face by you..."
Jiang Xinchen said with difficulty: "Dad, I will jump..."
"Hey, Ah Fu, you're here," Jiang Quan looked up and saw Meng Fu walking over. He quickly waved to her and said happily, "Look at the gifts we are going to bring, are there any missing? "
Jiang Xinchen: "..."
That’s okay.
The entire Jiang family was decorated in a New Year style, and the servants discussed it with Yang Hua and Jiang Quan.
Occasionally, the bird in the birdcage next to it also chirped happily.
Meng Fu also smiled. She walked over and lazily counted the things under her feet, "This is too much, so take less."
"That's not possible. Tomorrow is Xinchen's first day at your uncle's house." Jiang Quan firmly disagreed.
Meng Fu compromised, "You're right."
She let Jiang Quan prepare a bunch of things for them.
Jiang Quan is the only one in the Jiang family now, and he is very busy. He is still at home in the first and second grades of junior high school, and in the third grade of junior high school, he will start looking for business partners and deal with the major families in T City.
Jiang Xinchen skipped a grade and will go to the senior year of high school this year. School will start early on the eighth day of junior high school. In the third year of junior high school, he will go to the capital to familiarize himself with the environment.
"Not bad, did the principal ask you to dance?" Meng Fu found a few parts in Jiang's house, as well as some of Jiang Xinchen's mechanical treasures. He took them apart and looked up at Jiang Xinchen.
Her fingers are thin and long, and these things are more like works of art in her hands.
"Well, he said there is no need for me to stay in the second year of high school." Jiang Xinchen watched Meng Fu playing with these machines and was not angry. He only looked at the machine in Meng Fu's hand curiously, "What is this?"
Meng Fu paused and said, "Make a small aircraft."
Jiang Xinchen's eyes lit up. He had heard Yang Hua say before that Meng Fu knew almost everything. Her cell phone was packed by Meng Fu himself, "What can this aircraft do?"
Meng Fu fiddled with the mechanical arm and replied slowly, "It has many uses. For example, even if it flies into a military base, no radar can detect it."
Jiang Xinchen looked at Meng Fu with bright eyes, "Sister, you are so amazing."
"Otherwise, why is she your sister?" Meng Fu said casually.
Meng Fu was busy, staying at Jiang's house for a day, and rushed to the capital on the third day of the lunar new year.
Beijing.
On the second day of the Lunar New Year, the Yang family went to Mrs. Duan's house to pay New Year's greetings. On the third day of the Lunar New Year, they were supposed to go to the Duan family's relatives to pay New Year's greetings. However, today Meng Fu, Yang Hua, and Jiang Xinchen came over, and the Yang family almost didn't go out.
Wait for Meng Fu and others to come over at home.
Meng Fu and the others caught the earliest flight. Although there was a traffic jam on the road, they managed to get by and arrived at the gate of the Yang family at eleven o'clock.
Yang family.
Pei Xi put down the New Year's gift and got up with Yang Baoyi.
Outside, Butler Yang said with a smile, "Miss Baozhu is back!"
Mrs. Yang stood up immediately, Yang Lai's eyes lit up, and he controlled the wheelchair to go outside.
Pei Xi sat on the sofa without looking up.
Outside, Yang Hua, Meng Fu, Meng Xun and Jiang Xinchen came in.
The servants carried the gifts back one after another.
Mrs. Yang had already prepared three big red envelopes, handed them to the three children, and narrowed her eyes with a smile: "I have been counting the days all day, but I hope you will come back!"
Meng Fu took off his scarf, walked in with a cold look, and greeted each other one by one, "Uncle, aunt." When he saw Yang Baoyi, he paused, "Auntie."
Meng Xun followed Meng Fu.
Yang Baoyi put down the tea cup and nodded slightly towards them.
Pei Xi still drank tea lightly.
There was only one person whom Jiang Xinchen didn't recognize, so Yang Lai introduced him personally, "Xinchen, this is Aunt Afu, this is my eldest cousin, just follow her."
"Baoyi, Xixi, this is Ah Fu's other brother, Jiang Xinchen," Yang Lai said to Yang Baoyi with a smile, "This is my second year of high school and I have transferred to the capital to study, but I am not very good at math."
Jiang Xinchen was very polite and placed his hands neatly in front of him, "Auntie, cousin."
Yang Lai continued to smile and said, "Xinchen, your cousin Xixi is very good at math. If you don't understand anything, remember to ask your cousin Xixi."
Behind a few people, Meng Xun's mouth twitched.
Meng Fu didn't pay attention and went to the greenhouse to see the flowers planted by Yang Hua.
Jiang Xinchen smiled, but was very calm, "Okay, thank you, uncle."
Yang Baoyi looked at Jiang Xinchen and smiled lightly, "He is a good boy."
No desire to communicate more.
Pei Xi put down the teacup, glanced at Jiang Xinchen, and said nothing. He just stood up and said, "Uncle, aunt, aunt, I have something to do and I can't stay for dinner. I have to leave first."
Mrs. Yang, who was talking to Yang Hua, asked her to stay: "Are you so anxious? If you don't stay for dinner, the treasure will arrive soon."
Pei Xi shook his head lightly, "No, I have to go to the laboratory. Grandma is going to meet a professor with me at noon today, and I have to go to the Academy of Engineering in the afternoon. I have been very busy with several research projects recently."
Yang Lai smiled and said, "Xi Xi is a famous person now. She is busy, so don't delay her."
Mrs. Yang knew that Pei Xi was busy, so she and Yang Lai sent the two of them out.
After the two of them left, Butler Yang looked at Jiang Xinchen who didn't care very much. He couldn't help but smile and said: "Don't look at Miss Pei like this. She has already entered the nuclear submarine research center and is now the youngest researcher in the team. But you usually If you can’t see her, you can also ask Master Zhaolin, he has already submitted his application to the continental university.”
greenhouse.
Meng Fu looked at the dark, hard soil in the corner, and at the handful of green sprouts sprouting out, and couldn't help but wonder.
Can this thing really grow in here
In his pocket, the phone rang.
She thought it was Dean Li who was looking for her, but she didn't expect it was Teacher Galton.
"Teacher," Meng Fu poked the hard soil with his hand and spoke lazily, "I remember that I handed in the test last semester, right?"
"Yes, I handed it in. You didn't receive the medal, but the paper was published in Nature magazine." Over there, Galton put down the things in his hands, "That's not entirely true. Have you participated in the projects of several of your key laboratories? "
"Dean Li hasn't found me yet." Meng Fu was not sure.
She still had something to ask of Dean Li, and Meng Xun and Jin Zhiyuan were also in his hands. If he came to her, she wouldn't be able to refuse him if it wasn't too difficult.
"Okay, I've already won the award for you," Galton said without urging Meng Fu, "come back and stamp it when you have time. If you are sure you want to participate, remember to find me. I will do some research here. "
After the two of them finished speaking, Galton hung up the phone.
Next to him, the assistant sent him a pile of documents, "This is a patent from two months last year. It was just sent here and needs your review."
It takes two or three months for most of the new certificates to be sent to the federation every year, so Galton had to help Meng Fu take the express train himself.
Galton picked up these proofs and looked at them one by one.
Stamped one by one.
When he glanced at an argument next to him, Galton paused, narrowed his eyes dangerously, reached out and picked it up and looked at it -
Infinite solution of ellipse