After coming out of the dean's office, Meng Zezhi was not in a hurry to go back, but turned around and went to the library.
"Biochemistry, Biopharmaceuticals, Pharmaceutical Analysis..."
Meng Zezhi searched all the way, and finally found all the books he was looking for in a small corner.
After finishing the book lending procedures, Meng Zezhi held the book and walked out of the door of the lending room, but he didn't expect to bump into a person at the corner.
With a bang, the books in their hands fell to the ground.
Meng Ze knew that the bull was tall and big, but it was nothing. He only saw the man on the opposite side staggering back two steps.
Meng Zezhi's eyes were quick and his hands were quick, so he walked forward quickly, grabbing the railing on the corridor wall with one hand, and holding the other hand on the man's waist, bringing it to his arms, stabilizing his figure.
He breathed a sigh of relief from the bottom of his heart, and he calmed down. A faint scent hit him, like lotus leaves, and like mint, and it didn't smell very real.
Hearing the slowing breathing in his ears, Meng Zezhi loosened the hand that was wrapped around the waist of the man in his arms.
The man turned around, went up and down in twenty-four or five, and was born beautiful. Leather shoes, black suit pants, and a white shirt. The sleeves are rolled up to the elbows, revealing a graceful forearm. Probably because the weather is hot, he didn't wear a tie. The button was unbuttoned to the second, revealing the delicate collarbone inside.
Meng Zezhi's eyes flickered slightly, until a hot and humid breath hit his chin, then he came back to his senses, and took two steps back calmly.
His eyes fell on the scattered books: "Sorry!"
Almost in unison, the man glanced at Meng Zezhi's throbbing Adam's apple, pursed his lips and said, "Sorry!"
The air was quiet for a moment, and there seemed to be nothing to say. The two squatted down and picked up the books on the ground.
When the books were rearranged, Meng Zezhi stood up and nodded slightly at the other person. The man nodded in agreement, and the two staggered, one going upstairs and the other going downstairs.
Meng Zezhi didn't take this little episode to heart. He took the book to the reference room of the Department of Mathematics and borrowed a few of the latest issue of mathematics journals.
I didn't think that it was not long after I walked out of the library door, the sky suddenly darkened, and after a while, a few lightning bolts flashed, and pea-sized raindrops smashed down.
Meng Zezhi held the book in one hand and raised the other hand above his head, and ran towards the bus shelter not far away against the wind and rain.
When he got there, Meng Zezhi patted the water droplets off his clothes, and with a glance out of the corner of his eyes, he realized that he had run into the man again.
He nodded slightly, as a courtesy.
It was only a one-sided relationship. Seeing that the other party didn't want to talk to him, Meng Zezhi also stopped talking.
The two of them stood in silence, one after the other.
With the wet and cold autumn wind, the rain was getting heavier and heavier, and it seemed that it would not stop for a while, and the temperature of the whole body also dropped.
Meng Zezhi keenly heard a rustling sound coming from his ear.
It was only then that he remembered that the man behind him was only wearing a thin shirt. The strong wind was blowing, and he was probably cold.
Meng Zezhi subconsciously reached out to unbutton his coat, but after thinking about it, he felt abrupt, so he had to unbutton it again.
He thought about it for a while, then took two steps back, and then moved half a step to the right.
Zhu Zhengqing, who was rubbing his arms, sucked in his itchy nose, and suddenly felt that the cold wind was much smaller. He raised his head and faced a black wall.
No, it's not a wall, it's a man against the light.
Recalling the scene when the other party hugged him when he was in the library just now, Zhu Zhengqing's ears trembled slightly, and he lowered his head to look at the ground, the expression on his face was somewhat incomprehensible.
Just when Meng Zezhi's legs were about to go numb, the rain finally stopped.
He breathed a sigh of relief and lifted his foot out of the bus shelter.
Looking at Meng Zezhi's back, Zhu Zhengqing pursed his lips.
For such an old man, it is estimated that even his children are in elementary school.
Thinking so, he held the book and walked in the opposite direction to Meng Zezhi.
Back at the office and sent away the second batch of students who came to report, Meng Zezhi turned on the computer, typed the words 'Five Step Snake' in the search bar of the browser, then took out his mobile phone and dialed the phone number on the webpage. .
"Hey, is there a snake farm in Caoxian County? I want to order a batch of Wubu snake venom. What do I need snake venom for? Oh, I'm a professor at Jingcheng University, and there is an experiment that requires Wubu snake venom."
"No dry powder, what I need is fresh venom. Forty-one grams? For the time being, I want 100 grams first... Okay, I'll send you the money and ID photo after I add WeChat."
Hanging up the phone, it was already noon, thinking that there would be no class in the afternoon anyway, Meng Zezhi said something to the group of students and went home.
After lunch, Meng Zezhi went to the supermarket, and when he came out again, he had a fruit basket in his hand, and then drove to the hospital.
"teacher!"
In the nursing home, Meng Zezhi took out a small knife from a drawer, opened the fruit basket, took out an apple, and cut it while sitting on the bedside.
Lying on the hospital bed is the predecessor, Professor Wan Zhexian, who is the former mentor. He is about to pass his 90th birthday. He has been in a sanatorium for five or six years. There are special doctors and nurses to take care of him. The old man's mental state seems to be quite good.
Professor Wan sorted out the newspaper in his hand, without even looking at him, he just said, "Why do you have time today to see me, this poor old man?"
"I want to ask you a favor, teacher!" Meng Zezhi said honestly.
Professor Wan was no longer in the mood to read the newspaper, so he said in a good voice, "If you want to talk about the fact that the school doesn't give you a place to enroll you, then it goes without saying that Dean Fu and I passed the anger before. ."
Also, without his consent, how could the school make such a decision without authorization.
"It's not about this." Meng Zezhi's expression remained unchanged.
"Huh?" Hearing this, Professor Wan put down the newspaper in his hand and looked up at him.
"Senior sister, is she still at Huaqing University?"
Meng Zezhi's senior sister was Professor Wan's eldest daughter. Unlike Professor Wan, Meng Zezhi's senior sister was not interested in mathematics, but had high attainments in microbiology.
Professor Wan looked proud: "MIT invited her to teach there. She agreed and will leave next month."
He squinted at Meng Zezhi: "What, is something wrong?"
Hearing this, Meng Zezhi couldn't help frowning. He was afraid that Professor Wan would be worried, so he could only say something vaguely: "I have something to do, I want to enter the biological laboratory."
That's right, he just remembered that his disciple was a biology student with a second degree in college.
Professor Wan looked hesitant. He looked at Meng Zezhi, looked at the person up and down, and said, "You are not the same as before."
There was no hostility between his brows and eyes, and he looked gentle and gentle. In a trance, Professor Wan had the feeling that he saw the calm and self-controlled disciple of the past again.
"After so many things, you have to grow up a bit." Meng Zezhi cut a small piece of apple for him.
Professor Wan reached out and took it, took a bite, and asked, "Is it important?"
It was about Meng Zezhi's desire to enter the biological laboratory.
"Life is at stake." Meng Zezhi said helplessly.
Professor Wan didn't think Meng Zezhi would lie to him, not to mention that this disciple, in addition to his poor conduct, hadn't disappointed him enough to give up.
As the saying goes, children are all debts, and so is this student.
"There must be no way for your senior sister, but I know that there is someone who can help you." Professor Wan said.
Meng Zezhi's eyes lit up: "Teacher?"
Forget it, don't you just give up an old face
Professor Wan sighed: "Your sister's younger brother has returned to China. He is a closed disciple of Professor Montagnier and a child of my old friend's family. It took a lot of effort for Beijing University to invite him back."
Professor Montagnier is a world-renowned biologist who has won the Nobel Prize.
"In the evening, I'll give you a call and ask."
"Okay." Meng Zezhi breathed a sigh of relief. If Professor Wan came out, the matter was half done.
He said, "I will give you a big gift on your 90th birthday, I promise you will like it."
Professor Wan snorted lightly, which sounded very useful: "Okay, I'll wait."