After receiving Qiao's message, Yan Suizhi sighed softly and said in her heart that it was a pity, I am not the second dean, I am myself...
Having learned the lesson from the previous remarks, Yan Suizhi's holographic screen has changed from flat to vertical, and only he can see the content. He was thinking of saying thank you to Mr. Qiao, an enthusiastic citizen, when Lawyer Gu suddenly said something.
"You came to my room just to show me the note name, and then take up a chair to send messages to others?"
Yan Suizhi raised his head and saw that the glass of mint water made Gu Yan's face frosty and snowy, and he spoke as if he was throwing an ice pick.
Hmm... seems even more unhappy.
This kind of reaction is not the first time Yan Suizhi has seen him, and he can see through the other person's psychology at a glance. This has always been defined by him as a petty rivalry among young students, not genuine, kind and funny. But tonight was a little different.
He suddenly realized that the so-called "student's careful thoughts" over the years were all seen in Gu Yan.
Or... it happened that Gu Yan's subtle emotions and thoughts would always be noticed by him.
But now is not the time to be distracted, because the person on the opposite side is about to become a mint ice sculpture.
The corners of Yan Suizhi's mouth couldn't help but bend. He faced Gu Yan's icy gaze, exercised his skills to coax people all his life, brought up an interface on the holographic screen, and tapped a line of words briskly with his beautiful fingers and pressed send.
The tail ring on Gu Yan's little finger instantly shook twice.
He moved his finger expressionlessly, and just as he called up the holographic screen, a new message popped up.
- This classmate in a shirt, stop pulling your face and smile
Gu Yan raised his eyes.
Yan Suizhi shook his fingers wearing the smartphone, "I can also take up the chair and send you a message."
For a moment, Gu Yan didn't speak, but after looking at Yan Suizhi for a moment, he suddenly glanced out the window, and after a while he turned his eyes back again.
Yan Suizhi simply coaxed people to the end, changed the "mint-mint essence" in the communication to "generous peppermint essence", turned the holographic screen, stretched it out in front of Gu Yan and let him take a look, "The name of the note is also I'll change it for you, will that work?"
"… "
Gu Yan was expressionless.
"It doesn't seem to work." Yan Suizhi pretended to be enlightened and nodded, moved his fingers to type two words, and stretched it out again.
This time, he didn't mess around anymore, and changed to the most serious "Gu Yan".
The cursor on the renamed interface was still flashing, and the confirmation button had not yet been pressed. Professor Yan Da seemed to be emphasizing his sincerity, intending to click "Confirm" in the witness of Gu's eyes.
This kind of note is very serious, just like the few contact notes in the background address book, it is the simplest and most polite name, and no longer has any meaning of ridicule.
Gu Yan's eyes fell on the screen, but there was still no emotion on his face.
After a while, he raised his hand and scanned it. The holographic screen sensed the movement of the finger, and the translucent picture with the text disappeared instantly, and there was no obstruction between the two.
"Don't be too busy, I don't have any emotional problems, and I just feel that I have drunk too much alcohol, not against you."
Maybe the description of "getting angry" was a little uncomfortable for Gu Yan, so he finally changed the way of saying it.
He turned his eyes away, looked at the city lights that had never been sparse outside, and said, "I'll just wake up as soon as I wake up, I don't need to spend so much trouble."
His tone, as always, was extremely calm, with a hint of coldness in his composure. But on the floor-to-ceiling glass, his slightly frowning eyebrows were vaguely reflected.
That expression only lasted for a moment, and soon his expression returned to normal. When he turned his face back, his tone was always lukewarm, "I've already learned a little about your superb skills in coaxing people, is there anything else?"
Yan Suizhi: "... gone."
"Go back to sleep."
Gu Yan resolutely rushed towards the door and raised his chin, the meaning of seeing off a guest was very obvious.
Yan Suizhi didn't know whether to laugh or cry.
He leaned back in his chair and hesitated for a moment, as if he had something to say, but after pondering for a round, he couldn't find anything to say. In the end, he just shook his head angrily, stood up and said, "Okay, then I'll go back. "
Yan Suizhi opened the door.
Gu Yan stood next to the controller, his hand that was turning off the light paused for a moment, and lowered his eyes to look at a certain point in the void, until he heard Yan Suizhi's unhurried steps and walked out, he did not start again. He moved his fingers and turned off the cold light used to "wake up".
No one slept soundly that night.
Maybe it was the influence of the bottle of wine in the cherry orchard, or maybe it was because he was still worried about Gu Yan, Yan Suizhi had a long dream.
At the beginning of the dream, he returned to his boyhood residence, which was a huge single-family villa with exquisite gardens on the front and back.
He stood among the ivy growing in the backyard, one hand in his trouser pocket, the other holding the pen in a relaxed way. On the wooden shelf in front of him is a drawing board, covered with a clear and white canvas.
The afternoon sun jumped on the soft petals, and the gentle wind wrapped the distant birdsong.
He had just scribbled a few strokes on the canvas when a rustling sound came from the branches behind him.
who
He glanced back, and saw a very temperamental middle-aged woman holding a holographic version of the mini camera, pushing aside a bunch of branches and walking towards him, with one eye squinted and a smile on the corner of her mouth, aiming at the camera He, "What do you want to say about this year's birthday video?"
Yan Suizhi looked at her for a long time, from the beautiful mole at the corner of her eye to the unilateral pear vortex looming when she smiled, she looked carefully at everything.
For some reason, he actually rarely dreamed, but he couldn't escape these scenes every time. Every time he started from this scene, he would clearly realize that he was in a dream.
He clearly knew that these were all dreams, scenes that were once, long-lost and never seen again.
And then he would always try to calm himself down a little bit, and then a little bit more, so as not to break away from the dream in the midst of the disturbance...
He looked at the woman for a long time and wanted to call her, but in the dream he always opened his mouth and said, "I want to record a video again? What do you say... Happy birthday to me?"
The woman was half-truthfully worried: "There's no words for this? What should I do? This is your 14th birthday, and you will have to record 180 or so in the future. When you're old, maybe you're going to be bald..."
Yan Suizhi, who was a teenager in the dream, replied lazily, "Your son is going to be really bald when he gets old. You are the one crying."
The pen in his hand didn't stop, but most of them were blocks of color that had not yet emerged.
The woman photographed the canvas for a while with interest, then turned the camera on her son's face and asked, "What are you painting?"
Yan Suizhi raised his finger and pointed at the flower branch not far away, "That branch of hibiscus."
After he finished speaking, he mumbled again in a low voice: "You always stare at it for trimming, maybe one day it will be trimmed to death, I will draw it first as a souvenir for you."
"Unfortunate child, nonsense." The woman patted the back of his head angrily.
"I'm going to shoot your dad." She saw the hibiscus flowers on the canvas gradually taking shape, and she bent her eyes, not intending to continue to disturb the young man who was painting, and turned to leave.
Yan Suizhi tilted her head and raised her chin, staring at her: "I'm celebrating my birthday, and you won't say anything?"
The woman let out a chuckle, stretched out her hand and pinched his face, "I'm not afraid to disturb your painting, I wish my son a happy birthday..."
She smiled softer than the bright hibiscus flower in the painting: "My dad and I hope that you will always be carefree, not to suffer any pain, not to grow up specially, not to understand those complicated and contradictory things, not to do What a vexing choice, happy and long life, and someone always saying good morning and good night to you."
This is the 14th time she has said such a blessing, and Yan Sui would have recited it long ago. But every time he listened to her patiently and earnestly with the easel like the first time he listened, then waved his hand and said lazily, "Don't worry, you must live like this."
…
The woman left the back garden with the camera in hand. Yan Suizhi watched her figure and disappeared into the villa. The familiar carved door leading to the garden slowly closed in front of his eyes.
When he turned around again, even the creeping ivy, rose and hibiscus were gone, as if a hand had stirred up a pool of water.
The original canvas and wooden frame became Gu Yan leaning on the balcony railing. He held a glass of wine in his hand, and the ice cubes sipped on the wall of the glass. He took a sip and narrowed his eyes slightly. Dappled lights outside the balcony.
Yan Suizhi was stunned for a moment, and when he regained his senses, he was already leaning against the railing side by side with him, holding a glass of ice wine in his hand, and said, "Graduate in a few months, right?"
Gu Yan: "Well."
"What do you think?" Yan Suizhi asked him with a smile.
Gu Yan was silent for a while, then turned his head to raise a glass to Yan Suizhi, and said lightly, "Happy birthday."
…
Yan Suizhi woke up with this blessing that didn't seem "happy" at all. When he opened his eyes in the morning, he was very angry after getting up after a long time.
He couldn't tell if it was because of two interrupted dreams or something else, but he didn't say much that day.
George Manson has woken up. This may mean more to them than who the murderer is. Yan Suizhi also left Chen Zhang and the contact information of Zhigeng Welfare Hospital. The matter is over.
If there is any follow-up development, there is a living information station like Master Qiao, and I am not afraid that I will not hear it.
The two took the shuttle for more than ten hours and landed at the port of Decama in the early morning.
They originally planned to go directly to the Southern Cross Law Firm, but temporarily changed their minds, because Gu Yan received a communication after landing, and the communication came from a Ivy Hospital in Decama—
"Lawyer Gu? Hello, I'm a doctor at Ivy Hospital. Master Qiao contacted me before and asked me to help prepare a private genetic test." The other party explained.
Gu Yan was stunned for a moment before he realized, "It's me, ready?"
"Yes, the whole process is private and not connected to the data network. You can rest assured." The other party said, "If it is convenient for you, you can come over now. I will tell you the usage and numerical judgment standards, and you can test it yourself."
Gu Yan: "Okay, thank you."
"Going on a business trip again?" Yan Suizhi asked subconsciously without hearing the content of the conversation.
Gu Yan hung up the communication and said, "I asked Joe to do me a favor before."
Yan Suizhi was stunned for a moment, then remembered. When leaving Yaba Island, Qiao seemed to have mentioned Gu Yan to ask him to help. But it doesn't seem to be one, but two...
But Yan Suizhi did not correct Gu Yan's statement, and said with a "hmm", "What are you busy with?"
"I think you need to test how long the genetic modification can last." Gu Yan said.