It was very sudden for Zhuang Yiyun to receive the invitation from the Spring Festival Gala production team, and his first reaction was to refuse it over the phone.
“There are many experts in the MOTC symptomatic drug development program, and they are all more suitable than me.”
The staff member in charge of contacting them politely explained, "We have invited a total of seven experts this time, including Academician Xun Yinsheng, the general director, three experts in vaccine development, and three experts in special medicine development, including you. The list was recommended by Academician Xun. We are also contacting other experts. What do you think?"
Zhuang Yiyun remained unmoved.
"This is the biggest hot topic this year. The results we have achieved have helped the people regain confidence in national security. Inviting the expert group to the Spring Festival Gala is a request from above and is of great significance. If you have any concerns, please feel free to communicate with me."
“I can’t put on a show.”
The staff was overjoyed to see that he agreed, and quickly said, "You don't need to perform, you experts can just sit in the audience. We will play a short documentary about the fight against MOTC virus at the party, and then conduct a simple on-site interview with the experts. It will be very simple and not take long, and you can just participate as an audience."
At this point, it would be inappropriate for Zhuang Yiyun to refuse, even though he really had no interest in this matter.
His reaction was indifferent and even a little annoyed, but Yan Yan was very excited when he heard about it. She said that she never dreamed that her scientist husband could be on the Spring Festival Gala. She asked him if he had asked the program team about the dress code requirements. She also said that she would look up the list of people who would be on this year's Spring Festival Gala.
Qian Ruqing was even more excited. Because she didn't know whether to keep this a secret, she didn't tell everyone she met. However, her family's small group was flooded with messages from him, leaving only her comments. She not only posted in the Yan family's small group, but also sent messages to Zhuang Xian crazily.
After several years of psychological treatment, Zhuang Xian has returned to normal, but Zhuang Yiyun is not close to her, and the gap between mother and son seems to be difficult to eliminate. But now she has figured it out and doesn't care much, as long as her son is happy. Although he is not close to her, Qian Ruqing and his wife have always cared about him. Instead, it is time for her to move on.
Qian Ruqing didn't expect that her casual idea would come true. Zhuang Xian accepted the pursuit of a business partner. The other party was in the same career as her, but the age difference was a bit big. The man was only 41 years old, 12 years younger than her.
In her second spring of life, she met a good man this time, so she had no time to care about the mother-son relationship. Thinking about the absurdity of these years, she sighed. The harm she caused to her son was difficult for her to make up. It was precious that she could face it calmly and say a few words when they met occasionally.
But it is impossible to say that she has no regrets at all. Qian Ruqing frequently told her about Zhuang Yiyun's performance on the Spring Festival Gala, more timely than real-time progress reports. Zhuang Yiyun and Yan Yan never mentioned a word to her. The contrast was so strong that it would be a lie to say that she didn't feel uncomfortable.
That day, Qian Ruqing suddenly mentioned something: "Yan Yan has been worried about clothes these past two days. He said that the other invited experts are all from the national and military research institutes, and they either wear military uniforms or work clothes. Only Xiaoyun is outside the system and has to wear a suit."
"It's not good to be too expensive, and it's not good to have an obvious brand. Netizens are very sharp-eyed, so don't create negative public opinion. But if it's cheap and the quality is poor, he feels that Xiaoyun will lose face, so he is a little worried. He told me that I only know an old tailor shop outside the community, so I thought... Ah Xian, do you know anything?"