A few days after this perfect date (Xie Qingcheng, whose plan failed, doesn't quite think so), He Yu starts school.
He put on the one-shoulder messenger bag again, and shuttled on the boulevard of Shanghai University and Shanghai Medical University. Many people had heard his rumors, but those rumors were more or less untrue.
The secret world of Mandela Island is not known to many people. People think they are seeing a magnificent abstract painting, but in fact, it is often only the most insignificant part of the puzzle.
The mess related to rn-13 is no longer something He Yu and Xie Qingcheng can deal with and talk about. Although there will still be some people from relevant departments who occasionally come to them for the reason of supernatural investigation, but that is all. It's trivial things.
But that's fine, life finally returned to normal. Their lives were dominated by lessons, trivial matters, being yelled at by shoppers along the street when they got off work, and bags of fresh cress and radishes brought home by the family. The noise was occupied by Ya Ya's quack laughter.
Of course, there are also things that happen almost every night, more and more fit and more and more patterns, which only belong to the privacy between Xie Qingcheng and He Yu.
After school started, He Yu went to Shanghai Medical Department whenever he was free.
Once, Xie Qingcheng had just entered the classroom and was about to go to class. He Yu, carrying a one-shoulder schoolbag and a cup of milk tea, stepped on the bell and broke into the classroom. In front of the whole class, he said, "Teacher, I'm from class xx next door. I heard that your knowledge is very easy to understand, so I came here to take a class."
Then put the milk tea on the podium respectfully.
"I brought this to you. I'm sitting in the last row of the classroom. I won't disturb you."
The Medical University has changed a group of students, and most of these students don't like watching social news very much. Even if they read it, they can't remember He Yu's face, so they all believe it. No one thinks there is anything wrong. Wen Yan also looked at him expectantly, hoping that he could sit beside him.
Xie Qingcheng: "…"
There is no other way, he can only do whatever he wants, and he can't waste time exposing his lies in front of so many people.
He Yuyi went to Xie Qingcheng's class every three or five minutes to take a class, and he would secretly send messages to Xie Qingcheng in front of the public as before.
The serious point is "Professor Xie's lecture is so good that even a layman can understand it."
What's a little less serious is "Professor, the third girl from the right in the second row has been staring at your hand, and the professor will deduct her daily points."
Of course, there are also quite unreasonable news that Xie Qingcheng would look at him coldly from across the classroom when he saw it, such as—
"Professor, you're so sexy. When is the end of get out of class? I'll be waiting for you in the restroom after class."
Xie Qingcheng basically wouldn't answer him, only when he was annoyed would he say, "Wait for your father."
In exchange, He Yu's bottom line information: "Professor, your trousers are beautiful, but I think the black calf socks I bought for you are more beautiful."
Xie Qingcheng: "…"
Xie Qingcheng is prudent, he is too lazy to have the same knowledge as male students, and usually uses cold treatment - he lets He Yu play, anyway, when He Yu gets tired of playing, he will stop this kind of childish behavior.
However, this kind of laissez-faire idea, one afternoon, Xie Qingcheng saw a "teacher received a sexy video of his girlfriend and chatted with her from the Shanghai Morning Post official account, and found that the screen of the mobile phone was not turned off, causing the whole class to ridicule. "After the news, it changed completely.
Xie Qingcheng recalled the messages He Yu had sent to himself in class, and pondered the consequences if he forgot to turn off the projection screen and be seen by the students, so that day he black-faced and banned He Yu from doing this kind of thing. Well, this time it's completely non-negotiable.
"If you want to send it again, I'll go to the guest room and stay for one night. You can do it yourself."
He Yu's thinking about this is that Brother Xie is worthy of being Brother Xie. I heard that Xie Xue always punished Wei Dongheng to sleep on the sofa, but Brother Xie was so powerful that he punished himself to sleep in the guest room.
But in fact, such threats are basically useless, because most of them live in schools now, and if the old man from the Shanghai Medical Department pays a little attention, he will find that a male student in the next school is always familiar with the road after the course is over. came to the staff dormitory building of their school.
Then enter Professor Xie's staff suite.
And then, until the next morning—if the boy doesn't have class in the morning, he won't leave until after lunch the next day.
Boys always leave contented, like a dog who stole his fill at a medical professor's place.
In a blink of an eye, the end of September has arrived.
These days, He Yu has actually been carefully preparing the first birthday present to Xie Qingcheng after he and Xie Qingcheng were together.
When Xie Qingcheng's birthday finally came, He Yu took him to a hotel where he had a proportion of his investment.
"I have a surprise for you."
Xie Qingcheng was not surprised by this, and felt that there was no surprise in going to the hotel, but he didn't know what tricks He Yu wanted to play tonight. Damn, young people are just too physically strong.
But when he entered the room with He Yu, he was stunned.
"Happy birthday, Qingcheng."
"Happy birthday, Xiao Xie."
"Happy birthday, Professor Xie."
Xie Qingcheng never expected that it was a house imitating Mandela Island technology.
In normal society, people have not been able to achieve a large-scale virtual reality on the scale of Mandela, but if it is just a room, if you spend a lot of money, you can still get satisfactory results.
In this luxury hotel with the most technological elements and the application of future technology, He Yu negotiated with his partners and purchased the full right to use a presidential suite on the top floor. Then he spent some energy and time to realize the best dream for Xie Qingcheng.
Standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, in the glorious sky, and in front of a large table with cakes, were Zhou Muying and Xie Ping in police uniforms, Qin Ciyan and his wife, who were pushing tortoiseshell glasses and smiling, and Qin Rongbei, and a young man similar in appearance to Qin Ciyan... Xie Qingcheng knew that it was Zhouzhou.
The few people who look so real are all VR projections combined with Mandela technology.
It's just that He Yu made them older, Zhou Muying is already a kind-hearted old lady, and Xie Ping is also a spirited retired old man in his sixties.
Qin Ciyan was older, with a slightly hunched body, standing next to his wife, daughter and son. In this dream, he was not poisoned, and no cruel knife pierced through the body and mind of the old man.
There they stood, the years deposited on them as they deposited on any living person.
They, their family, blood-related and non-blood-related, stood there like that, laughing in a jagged tone, and said to Xie Qing who was stunned there:
"Happy birthday."
Xie Qingcheng was stunned, and an indescribable complex emotion suddenly flooded his heart, which almost made his eyes warm—
If... If there is no Mandela plan, if nothing happens, these people who have passed away should have lived happily and calmly year after year until they are old, fat and gray.
At this moment, Xie Qingcheng finally saw that his parents, like Lao Zheng, retired smoothly and enjoyed their old age in peace.
He finally saw Qin Ciyan and his wife, accompanied by their children, laughing happily and lovingly as a family.
In fact, whether technology is good or evil depends on people's hearts.
It all depends on whether it exists for unscrupulous selfish desires or for the purest love.
"Happy birthday, thank you."
He Yu stood behind him, the last one, and said softly to him.
"This is the first birthday present I thought I'd give you when I was abroad. I contacted the hotel when I was in the United States, and I've been preparing for it for a long time, thinking... "
His words were not finished.
Because Xie Qingcheng suddenly turned around and hugged him.
Xie Qingcheng is a very strong person, but at this moment, He Yu can feel his body trembling slightly.
Immediately afterwards, a warm tear fell on He Yu's shoulder.
"Thank you."
He heard Xie Qingcheng's slightly hoarse voice on his temples and in his heart.
"Thank you, kid."
Another few months have passed.
On the eve of New Year's Eve this year, Xie Qingcheng sat down in front of the writing desk and drank a steaming cup of coffee after he was busy preparing things for the festival.
The desktop computer is shared by him and He Yu. A few days ago, just in case, He Yu copied a lot of things from his laptop to this host, but he hadn't had time to sort it out, and all the mess was thrown into the file. folder.
He Yu is talking with Xie Xue at the moment. Xie Qingcheng originally asked him to call and tell Xie Xue about the New Year's Eve dinner, but the two of them didn't know why, because Xie Xue's second child was about to be called. What name quarrelled.
"Xie Ranran doesn't allow it, neither does Xie Wanwan, neither Xie Mang nor Xie Xi! Do you think I don't know what novel you've been reading recently? This child has your family name, you'd better be serious to me !" He Yu angrily yelled at Xie Xue on the phone.
Xie Xue seemed to say, "Then what do you think, what can you think of?"
He Yu coughed, suddenly became polite, and said sternly: "Well, it's better to call Xie Xiyu."
Xie Xue's voice broke through the phone, and she was so angry that she spoke in dialect: "Nong's brain is wattless? Xie Xiyu! I think it's Xie Puyu! Go and write your winter vacation homework! Book that!"
Xie Qingcheng was no stranger to their quarrel, sighed, and took another sip of the hot coffee quite calmly.
Because of their quarrel, Xie Xue and Wei Dongheng were willing to listen to him in the end anyway, not to mention He Yu. And he had already thought about it, whether it was a son or a daughter, he gave the child a very good name-
Thanks Cizhou.
In memory of the old man who, like a boat in a sea of misery, saved countless people in his life, and in memory of the old man who saved him, Xie's family, and He Yu in the dark after his parents left. If it wasn't for Qin Ciyan's family, he, He Yu, and even Xie Xue might not be here anymore. So he felt that the child should be called Cizhou, Qin Ciyan's Ci, Zhouzhou's Zhou. Qin Ciyan once regarded him as his son, but now he will take care of another Zhouzhou to grow up healthy and happy.
The word "Cizhou" means compassion and kindness, such as the mercy of the ship. I hope the kindness left by the previous generation can always run through that child's life.
May you be kind to others, and be kind to others.
- This is Xie Qingcheng's best blessing to the unborn little guy.
Snow is pouring outside the window, the Christmas tree decorated not long ago is still shining in the snow with its colorful balls and strings of lights, the retro old-fashioned fireplace with a melting fire, the orange flame has been happily illuminated Half-cut red paper for Chinese New Year window decorations on the Nordic-style low coffee table.
In this comfortable, relaxed and noisy atmosphere, Xie Qingcheng lazily opened the document He Yu had copied on the desktop, intending to help He Yu sort out those things. He saw a lot of information there, at least he could give He Yu is divided into categories.
Photography related.
Editing related.
investment related.
Aesthetic education private hospital related.
Xie Qingcheng used a computer to sort the files, and quickly made a rough classification of those files. The import was very smooth. Stop on a word file.
The file has no name, it is called the default new text of the system, but in terms of the size of the document, it is already a large document, and the number of words is estimated to be in the millions.
Created more than two years ago.
Shortly after my own "death"...
Xie Qingcheng paused for a while, because of this delicate time node, he wanted to explore, but instead of opening it immediately, he turned to ask He Yu: "There is a word here, you didn't name it, I—"
The gunpowder-smelling call between He Yu and Xie Xue was almost over. He turned his head and looked up at the screen.
After a second...
"No no no!! This can't be opened!!!" He Yu was shocked, put off the phone and rushed over to stop Xie Qingcheng's work.
As a result, he found that Xie Qingcheng didn't disrespect him and directly opened the document, but silently looked at him with a scrutiny and curiosity. Not to mention, that line of sight is quite oppressive.
The two faced each other in silence.
He Yu: "..." Don't open it, brother.
Xie Qingcheng: "..." It can be, but I want to know what it is.
He Yu: "..." Farewell.
Xie Qingcheng: "..." If you really don't want to, I won't force it, but if you think you can show it to me, I still hope you can share it with me.
He Yu: "… "
Xie Qingcheng: "…"
After several minutes of staring at each other, He Yutian and the people fought, and finally felt that this matter might not be hidden from Xie Qingcheng for the rest of his life, and that he was by his side now, and reading this document again would not hurt each other's hearts too much. .
In the document, he also had some inner descriptions about Xie Qingcheng that he avoided and didn't write, or even left blank. Later, he didn't think about adding it, maybe...
"Hey! Good! Good." He Yu was defeated, sighed deeply, and looked at Xie Qingcheng a little nervously, "But let's say, don't laugh at me when you watch it, and talk to me when you feel sad. I said, okay?"
He pulled up a chair and sat beside Xie Qingcheng.
He and Xie Qingcheng sat side by side in front of the computer. He Yu went out of his way, kissed Xie Qingcheng and said, "Open it."
There was white snow on the edge of the outdoor window lattice, and the green pine in the courtyard could not bear its strength. After being bent to the limit, the "pusu" shook off its branches, and then the cedar stood in the snow again, looking down on a piece of it. The vast white world.
Inside, it's as warm as spring.
The years to come will be warm to this night.
The computer screen flashed, Xie Qingcheng, accompanied by He Yu's embarrassment and anticipation, finally double-clicked the mysterious word document.
"click".
The document is expanded.
Computer fluorescence reflected in the peach blossom eyes, Xie Qingcheng saw the beginning of this mysterious word, and He Yu typed such a sentence two years ago, which started the whole story—
"Casebook"
Chapter One
"click". Everything turns from dark to light, the screen flashes, and the picture begins to appear.
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-End of "Love in Shanghai" -
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