There are not many learning tasks in the first year of research, but there are definitely many. In addition to attending classes, searching for literature, supplementing major-related English, doing experiments with senior sisters and seniors in the research group, and helping the tutor with some chores, since the beginning of the school, Bai Ziren has already adapted to this rhythm, but it is different recently. No matter whether he is busy or not, there is an extra gap in his life that cannot be filled with time.
Occasional stagnation on the way to memorize English words, thoughts drift far away while jogging along the playground, gradually deviate from the track, in the laboratory, drop a drop of melanin on a clean glass slide, in a trance, briefly forget what the next step is .
She knew why she became like this, and couldn't find a solution. Although his number was stored in her phone, she couldn't find a suitable reason to bother him. It was just a meeting by chance, and he didn't belong to her daily life.
Maybe it was just a moment of disappointment, she tried to regain her senses, not wanting to be swayed by such out-of-control emotions.
Easier said than done, she was always influenced by him. She went to the library more and more times alone, and basically took up a seat whenever she was free, and used the time to read the novel Malamud recommended by him.
"Bai Ziren?"
Bai Ziren looked up, and at some point there was a boy sitting across from him.
"I'm not mistaken, the study committee member of Binmu Primary School." His tone was firm, "I'm in the third class next to you, and I asked you for homework back then."
Bai Ziren looked bewildered, and wanted to say that you misidentified the person, but the other party gave her name and school correctly.
"It seems that you don't have much impression of me." He simply reported his name, "Zhou Biran, remember?"
"I don't remember." She said honestly.
"Elementary schoolmate, it's normal if you don't remember." He looked at her face and explained slowly, "I was in the auditorium on the first day of school, and I heard your name at the roll call. I thought it was you, and I saw it several times later. You walk on campus and know you've got the right person."
Bai Ziren didn't answer. To be honest, she didn't think she had any memories to talk about with this old schoolmate who had a vague impression. She was not good at these things, and she couldn't pretend to be warm at the moment and talk about things.
Her silence made Zhou Biyi boring. She vaguely remembered that she was not very talkative when she was in primary school, but she was still willing to chat with him. Unexpectedly, after many years, she had no impression of him, and she also had no idea about his active acquaintance. No enthusiasm.
It seems that there is no need to make fun of yourself, he is also a somewhat proud person, thinking of this, he stood up, lowered his head and glanced at her, stood up and left without saying anything more.
After walking a few steps, a girl came forward pretending to be a coincidence: "Zhou Biran, were you flirting with a beautiful woman just now?"
Zhou Bibi didn't even look at her: "When I talk to the opposite sex, I just strike up a conversation? Your brain is too big."
The girl immediately apologized with a resentful look on her face.
On the way back to the teaching building, Bai Ziren finally pieced together the outline of Zhou Biran.
When I was in elementary school, there was indeed a male classmate who came to ask her for homework. He was a transfer student. The place he studied in before was relatively small, and many contents were different. He needed to make up a lot. He was very anxious. As for how he found her , She doesn't remember, but what she remembers is that he taught her vault and let her pass the exam. In exchange, she also agreed to help him with his homework.
Whenever someone asked why he didn't name him Zhou Chance, he would reply coldly: "Have you ever read a book? The book says that there are no chances in this world, only inevitability."
He also had a younger sister, who was in the first grade at that time, and naively came to ask her what was the relationship with Zhou Biran.
Bits and pieces of memories, that's about it.
For Bai Ziren, the memory storage capacity of her brain is limited, and she will prioritize remembering valuable things and directly filter out worthless things, especially the friendship of old classmates, which is not very important to her, and she has not looked through them. The habit of alumni records, it is normal to not remember Zhou for a while, but when a name falls into the mind appropriately, and it is confirmed that it has really existed, then slowly, she can always find the traces related to it little by little. After all, she has a good memory.
In the public class two days later, Zhu Mingwen quietly asked Bai Ziren: "Do you know Zhou Biran? Someone saw you talking."
Bai Ziren admitted truthfully: "Yes, I know."
"Are you friends?"
"Not familiar at the moment." This is also true.
"He is a controversial figure in our class. He came from Baoyan. He has published articles in provincial journals before. The instructor at that time is his current instructor. It is estimated that his family has paved the way for him a long time ago. .”
Bai Ziren was thoughtful when he heard the word "controversial figure".
She didn't need to deliberately ask, Zhu Ming continued automatically: "Some people have a good life. They obviously have mediocre grades and mediocre strength, but they can get a lot of resources, and even have a bright future from birth."
"I think luck is also part of strength, and no result is entirely due to luck."
Zhu Mingwen shut up, looked at her for a long time before nodding his head: "You are right, after all, I am just jealous of these good-born people."
After finishing speaking, he sighed, and said to Bai Ziren: "I find that you speak quite philosophically sometimes."
"Philosophy?" Bai Ziren was surprised, and then naturally thought of a teacher who taught philosophy.
It seemed like a long time since the last time I saw him.
Time really flows like water, and I can feel this even more when I was in school.
The temperature dropped sharply, and Bai Ziren went home to pick up clothes on Saturday. It happened that the kid Mu Zibei was going to the hospital to dispense medicine. He didn't want to take his father's car. He insisted on going with his sister, and even acted like a baby to her.
Liu Xinyu didn't allow it: "Stop making trouble, it's so cold outside today, let Dad drive you there."
"No, Dad stinks so much, you can't get close to Dr. Cheng."
Uncle Mu scratched his head honestly, and confessed his mistake: "I just smoked a cigarette just now, and I already rinsed my mouth."
Mu Zidong was sitting on the sofa with a football in his arms, and yelled, "Dad, don't go, you'll play football with me later!"
Liu Xinyu got a headache from the two babies, and finally compromised, letting Bai Ziren take Mu Zibei to the hospital.
On the way to the car, Mu Zibei thought it was too hot, and was about to take off the scarf, but Bai Ziren stopped him: "You can't take off the scarf, the temperature is very low today."
Mu Zibei struggled in vain, and within a moment he asked again: "I'm thirsty, I want to drink water now."
Bai Ziren opened the bag, took out the thermos, and fed him water.
"Huh?" Mu Zibei's eyes were sharp, "I want to eat the chocolate in your bag."
Bai Ziren unwrapped the chocolate and gave him a corner.
Mu Zibei chewed, and quickly frowned in dissatisfaction: "Guaziren, your chocolate is so bitter."
"Because it's not for kids."
"Who is that for? Who would like to eat chocolate that is as bitter as traditional Chinese medicine?"
Bai Ziren was silent, of course he didn't choose to tell him.
Mu Zibei stuck out his black tongue, making a gesture to spit it out.
When he was in front of Dr. Cheng, Mu Zibei became a standard obedient card again, answering all questions and obeying his words.
"It's going to be winter now, which is a period of high incidence of asthma. You should keep warm, go to bed early and get up early, exercise appropriately, and pay attention to your diet. Don't eat spicy things, and carry sprays with you, understand?" Dr. Cheng said meticulously Admonish, the voice is very gentle.
Mu Zibei nodded vigorously, resting his round head in his small hands, watching Dr. Cheng flickering on the prescription, trying to see something but couldn't, and asked curiously: "Dr. Cheng, what kind of medicine is this?"
"Coltsfoot, cough suppressant."
"Is there Bai Ziren?"
Doctor Cheng smiled: "You also know Bai Ziren?"
"I can't be more familiar with it. My sister's name is Bai Ziren."
"Really? Your surname is Bai?" Doctor Cheng looked at Bai Ziren with a smile.
"Yeah." Bai Ziren admitted.
"So, you are Mu Zibei's cousin?"
"No." Mu Zibei waved his hands and explained in detail, "She and I were born to the same mother, but the father is different."
Dr. Cheng just raised his eyebrows when he heard the words, and said something like that.
Because there were few patients on Saturday, there were no other small patients behind Mu Zibei. Dr. Cheng chatted with Mu Zibei for a while. I got full marks in the math test, the telescope I made in the labor class was the best in the class, and the hand-painted blackboard won the first prize in the grade, and I also mentioned my spare time.
"Last year, my father took me and my elder brother to a small town and met some friends there. They were poor and couldn't afford stationery. I have been sending them pencils and extracurricular books since I came back. clothing."
"You are really caring." Dr. Cheng praised, "I cheer for you, I hope you can persevere."
"Of course, my father said that the love activity is about persistence. Now that we have started, we must do it well."
"Awesome, I admire you." Dr. Cheng patted him on the shoulder, treating him like a little man.
"Where is it?" Mu Zibei said with a very humble attitude, "This is what I should do."
Sitting on the side, Bai Ziren suddenly thought of something. If Dr. Cheng saw the picture of Mu Zibei throwing stones at her family, what would he think
While waiting to get the medicine in the hall, Bai Ziren looked down at the book, while Mu Zibei looked around impatiently, shaking his legs.
After a while, Mu Zibei jumped up: "Ah, it's my elder brother."
When Bai Ziren looked up, he found that Mu Zibei had run far away, so he hurried to chase him.
Getting closer and closer to the toll booth, Bai Ziren saw clearly who Mu Zibei was chasing after, until there were only a few meters away, his elegant and handsome side profile gradually became clear under the soft light, as if he was pointing a little bit with a lens. Zooming in, even his drooping eyelashes are barely visible.
Cheng Jingbo lowered his head, looked at the dramatic Mu Zibei and said, "Are you cold? Keep hugging my leg."
Mu Zibei didn't let go, raised his round head and said repeatedly: "I invite you to dinner, if you don't agree, I won't let you go."
When Bai Ziren came over, he just raised his head, and there was still a little helplessness in his black pupils. When he saw her, there was no surprise in his eyes, but he seemed to calm down, as if everything was expected.
"If it happened last time, you don't need to eat. Your sister has already apologized for you." He looked at her and said.
Mu Zibei looked at Bai Ziren suspiciously, but did not let go of his hands: "Really? Have you already invited him to dinner?"
Bai Ziren's thoughts changed rapidly in just a few seconds, and then he shook his head: "No."
"That's not true." Mu Zibei leaned on Cheng Jingbo's long legs, as if he had found a treasure land that suits him very rarely, and said obediently, "Dad told me that feelings are cultivated at dinners. of."
"Let me pay first." Cheng Jingbo signaled that it was his turn soon.
Mu Zibei reluctantly let go of his hand, and remained on the sidelines vigilantly. When Cheng Jingbo paid the fee, he rushed up immediately, firmly attached to his leg, with a very comfortable expression.
In a public place, the picture of a round child pestering a tall single man is really a bit weird.
As time passed by, Mu Zibei suddenly raised his face and begged: "I want to pee, if you don't agree, I'm going to pee here, really, I won't lie to you."
Bai Ziren hurried forward to push him away, but he couldn't push him away, so he had to say to Cheng Jingbo: "He is very persistent. If you don't promise him today, you must be careful to avoid him in the future, otherwise he will wait until next time." When it sees you, it will fly over."
Cheng Jingbo pondered quietly, as if he had already thought of an unsightly scene, and finally patted Mu Zibei on the shoulder in compromise: "Okay, what are you going to treat me to?"
"I will take you to a place where there is a large boiling pot. You can smell the aroma when you enter the door. You can take whatever you want. There are strings of everything, unlimited supply, and you can sprinkle all kinds of spices, such as The Manchu banquet is rich and gorgeous, you are guaranteed to linger and drool until you dream, believe me, this is the most dreamy thing in the world, guess what it is."
Cheng Jingbo pretended to be deep in thought: "I guess your so-called supreme being in the world can't be Mala Tang?"
"bingo!"
"Spicy soup is not acceptable." Bai Ziren said, "Did you forget the doctor's advice? You can't do this kind of spicy food."
Mu Zibei looked disappointed: "I almost forgot, Doctor Cheng said it can't be spicy, so what should I do?"
Cheng Jingbo smiled calmly: "If you don't mind, I can recommend you a store."