In the history of Field awards, there has never been a situation where the same winner has been awarded twice in a row. In fact, there are very few people who have been shortlisted consecutively, so no one has ever considered who will present the award.
Xun Yuming thinks that he is not capable of breaking history, but he feels that his research this time is actually more forward-looking and practical than the last award-winning project. If he were a judge, he would definitely vote for the latter instead of the former.
"What if I really win the prize?" At this moment, he really realized that he is very likely to win the championship again.
Zhuang Yi hooked the corners of his lips, and said with a smile: "If you win an award, you will win it. I only heard that people worry about not getting it, but I have never seen anyone worrying about winning it."
"I'm not a little scared." Xun Yuming shoved him, with a bit of pride in his worry, "It's like this once, what will happen twice?"
"I've never tried it, how do I know." Zhuang Yi curled his lips, the light in his eyes almost drowned Xun Yuming, "You have to try twice."
"Don't talk about it, let's say I'm really inflated." Xun Yuming stood up, pulled him to the glass window, pointed to the score sheet on it and asked: "I've walked for so long, and I haven't counted it, so it still counts?"
Zhuang Yi picked up the red marker pen, waved his hand, and wrote a big "+100" on Xun Yuming's score, "I lost, you performed perfectly this time."
"Am I performing perfectly?" Xun Yuming leaned against the wall, wearing a brown wool cap on his head, and there was a little bear logo on the front, which looked cute. "Tell me about it."
Zhuang Yi suppressed his smile and said seriously: "To be honest, you are the toughest, hardest-working, smartest and most amazing person I have ever met. I admire you from the bottom of my heart."
He is so dazzling, so dazzling that the light all over his body can illuminate all the shadows cast by life, but this light is not a talent, but the glory that he has continuously polished himself and has endured many years of suffering.
In contrast, instead of being ashamed of himself, Zhuang Yi is like a moth to a flame, more and more attracted by the source of light, he would rather burn himself in flames than complement each other. In front of him, Zhuang Yi's brilliance will never be concealed, they just merge.
"You may not have noticed that you have changed a lot in recent months." Xun Yuming is still the same Xun Yuming, but he is no longer the Xun Yuming when they reunited.
Zhuang Yi held up his face and looked into his eyes, "You have become more lively than before, you love making friends, you are eloquent, and you even understand how to love. If..." Thinking about it, he swallowed the second half of the sentence again went back.
People always say what if, what if, trying to solve love with assumptions, and verify existence with nothingness, but there has never been an if in the world. Xun Yuming has no genetic disease, they can't go back to the green campus, and the eight years of time can't be turned back. Life is always irreversible. One second is still if, and the next second is frozen into eternity.
But life has countless trajectories, and the unpredictability of the floating world is far more unpredictable than people's imagination. Life has already given the answer to the past that they can't imagine. Xun Yuming no longer hides his illness, and they finally reunited after breaking the mirror. There will be thousands of appearances in their future lives, each of which will be accompanied by Zhuang Yi.
"I'm really proud of you, so even if you don't get an award, you are still the best in my heart." Zhuang Yi tore off the two score sheets, rolled them up and threw them into the trash can. "You don't need this anymore."
"I don't just need this." Xun Yuming walked to the cloakroom, opened the bottom drawer of his wardrobe, and found a carton that was buried deep inside. When he opened it, it turned out to be his trophy. The highest honor, it hides in a corner with a shoebox.
The corner of Zhuang Yi's mouth twitched, and he walked out of the room with him, into the study, and watched him put the shiny crystal trophy on the top shelf of the bookshelf, "Why haven't I seen you take it out before?"
"I used to feel ashamed." The four words of winning the prize are more intangible than tangible. Although they were never written anywhere, they filled his life all the time, just like the tattoos on the faces of ancient prisoners. It was engraved in his bones and blood, and his life was a shame.
Xun Yuming was in the center of the storm, and his negative remarks had already accumulated and magnified. A negative voice was more powerful than a positive voice. His hands and feet were bound by grievances, and his eyes were blinded by anger. He could not see any value and significance of himself.
To him, this trophy is not only not an honor, but also a monster who will laugh at him and remind him "you are not worthy". So he was never willing to take it out, nor was he willing to accept the reward he deserved, and left it in a place where he could not see it to calm down.
"It's different now." Xun Yuming looked at it with his hands behind his back. For the first time, he found that it was so beautiful. The streamlined crystal cup shone brightly under the light, and his name was engraved on the base.
Zhuang Yi took out his mobile phone, turned on the camera, and suddenly called him: "Little ears!"
"Huh?" Xun Yuming turned his head, "click", time was condensed in this moment forever, "Look."
The person in the photo has clear eyes and ignorant eyes. The moment he turned his head, the corner of his mouth raised a beautiful arc. The afternoon sun shone on his face, half of it was warm and bright, and the other half was gloomy and calm. Half of the trophy just happened to be exposed behind him.
This picture was captured so cleverly that there was no need to adjust the light filter. Zhuang Yi thought for a while, logged on to his account that he hadn't used for a long time, and posted it, with the text: Little Ears.
He was too busy to watch it these days. It turned out that his account had grown to 170,000 fans, and the previous content had been read by people. The blogger who was privately messaged by Chen Linlin even posted their chat records After the screenshot came out, I felt that I was too blind to sell the account earlier, so I took advantage of the trend to get a wave of traffic.
Zhuang Yi posted this Weibo, and within a minute it exploded. A group of people suddenly rushed in, praising Xun Yuming in a fancy way, while running around telling them that they finally appeared. Xun Yuming was stunned: " I'm a little scared, delete it soon."
"Let's experience it for a while longer." Zhuang Yi reluctantly kept updating the comments, smiling like a three-year-old kid. "They praised you for your good looks, called you a fairy, and said you were too cute."
Xun Yuming silently rolled his eyes, "It makes you happy, so why not post all your videos."
"Are you willing?" Zhuang Yi really took it seriously, looked at him with burning eyes, and sincerely asked for advice, "I can edit your shots together and make it more beautiful, okay?"
"..." Xun Yuming turned around and left, "I didn't realize that you have such a desire to express yourself before."
"Isn't that why I haven't been a celebrity before, so it's fresh." Zhuang Yi followed him to the living room, and sighed in a low voice on purpose: "Oh, forget it if you don't want to, it's important to protect privacy, hobbies or something... It doesn't matter." The last four words were extremely forced.
Xun Yuming's heart softened, and he glanced at him, "You can post it if you want, why ask me." He climbed upstairs holding the handrail.
Zhuang Yi's wish was fulfilled, and he helped him become more courteous, "I'll show you after I finish cutting it."
He ran upstairs, turned on the computer, imported the videos he had taken in Berlin these days, and started editing. Xun Yuming went back and forth in the bedroom to recover, and watched him frowning in difficulty, "If you don't know how to cut it, don't try your best."
"Why can't I." Zhuang Yi suddenly felt underestimated by him, but he was indeed stuck. It turned out that he only edited the video and added text, but now he found that the promise of "making it more beautiful" far exceeded beyond his ability.
Xun Yuming took out his mobile phone and poked open the dialog box of Wanwanwan, "Wanwan, do you know someone who can edit videos? It would be best to be someone who knows how to use the Internet."
Haiwanwan: "I know one, but I don't know if it's considered a big cow."
He sent an account ID, and Xun Yuming copied it into Weibo and searched. The account that popped up was called "Little Sapling Grows Taller". It turned out to be a blogger with millions of followers. He usually posted videos about studying abroad. .
Xun Yuming: "In your name, can you ask him to teach Zhuang Yi how to edit videos? Don't say I said it, I can pay for it."
Gulf Bay: "No problem."
Half an hour later, Zhuang Yi received an invitation from Gulf Bay to join the group, met the blogger Xiao Sapling, learned a few tricks from him, and quickly cut out a video and showed it to Xun Yuming: "Look, are you satisfied? "
"You cut it yourself?" Xun Yuming raised his eyebrows, "I didn't expect your skills to be so high, why do you know everything?"
"Absolutely." Zhuang Yi tried his best to control the raised corners of his mouth, waved his hands, and said calmly: "I asked others for advice, and I cut it casually."
"Who is so powerful?" Xun Yuming sat beside him and asked knowingly.
Zhuang Yi clicked on Xiao Sapling's account and showed him: "The friend I just met, actually he didn't teach me much."
"It's mainly about savvy!" Xun Yuming nodded solemnly, "You have a good foundation, good aesthetics, and strong learning ability, right?"
"It sounds a bit ironic now." Zhuang Yi squeezed his face, flipped through the video of the little sapling, and laughed softly.
Xun Yuming poked a curious head and asked him, "What? I want to see it too."
"Then lie down." Zhuang Yi patted the place next to his hand, lifted the quilt and let him lean to his side, the two of them squeezed under the quilt to watch the video, "The one who laughed just now."
The video is the process of grabbing courses in foreign universities recorded by Xiaosapiao. The narrator said: "Do you know? As a scumbag, in a university with strict credit requirements, grabbing an easy and easy course is better than taking a good one. "
On the screen, there is only the little sapling with a pair of clear joints and hands showing a few tendons. Seeing the slightest clue, he should be a handsome guy. He guarded the educational administration system for three hours, made frantic choices for an hour, fast-forwarded one pass, and finally grabbed a course that looked easy.
"His English is so poor that he can't understand the name of the class. Look at what class this is." Zhuang Yi pressed pause, and the camera was facing the computer screen of the little sapling.
Xun Yuming squinted and took a look—Advanced Linear Algebra—Advanced Linear Algebra, "Hahahaha, his English is so poor, how did he stay in school?"
"Thank God." The video clicked on, and the little sapling's joyful emotion came from the speaker, "Next semester, we can be prepared for danger in times of peace!"
"...did he mean 'sit back and relax'?"
"I told you I'm a scumbag." Zhuang Yi put his arms around his shoulders and continued to look behind.
Most of the videos of Xiao Sapling are only scenery and sound, or close-ups of his back and hands and feet, and there has never been a frontal shot. Xun Yuming was a little curious about his appearance, opened his WeChat account, and swipe down casually, "Hey, isn't this Professor Cong?"
One of the photos happened to be Cong Ye wearing a black apron. He was tall and handsome, with a calm and introverted demeanor. Putting on an apron added a bit of fireworks, making him look very homely.
This dynamic was released two years ago, and there is also a conversation between Xiaosapiao and others below. Since Zhuang Yi and the other party are not friends, I can only see Xiaosapiao's unilateral reply:
"Doing homework with the professor tonight, smirk."
"What's wrong with being taller than me? Napoleon conquered Europe at 1.7 meters, and your brother and I are 1.8 meters. Isn't it fun to conquer a professor?"
"Get out, I'm 1!"
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Zhuang Yi smiled, "The world is so small." Turning off the phone, he put his arms around Xun Yuming, "Sleep with me for a while."
"I'm jet-lagged and can't sleep."
"Then do your homework with me. I haven't done it for a long time."
"No, I haven't recovered yet." Xun Yuming smiled, looking bad.
Zhuang Yi was angry and helpless, so he could only endure it, "If you can't do it, don't move!"
"Where did I move?" Xun Yuming squeezed his left hand, chatting with him casually: "How is your hand recovering?"
"If you are not emotional, you will be fine. If you are angry and nervous, you will not be able to control the convulsions." Zhuang Yi stretched out his hand, and his ring finger trembled a little, which was invisible once he relaxed.
Xun Yuming pressed the patient's fingertips, observed his reaction, then raised his arm to check the condition of his forearm, "It is indeed caused by the brachial plexus injury, do you want to try my new plan?"
Before he entered the operating room, he said that Zhuang Yi's hand can be transplanted with peripheral nerves, provided the doctor's skills are good enough, but what he didn't say is that the best way to transplant nerves is autologous transplantation, using calf nerves instead of brachial plexus nerves, which can reduce rejection The incidence of the reaction. In this way, it is good to succeed, but if it is not successful, not only the nerve repair in the arm is not good, but the nerve in the calf is wasted in vain.
"My vacation is over, can you do the surgery for me?" Xun Yuming planned to use his new research method for him.
Zhuang Yi hesitated, "I think... forget it."
"Why?" Xun Yuming turned over and looked at him puzzled.
Zhuang Yi smiled and said: "Hands are fine, when I think of you, I won't jump anymore."
The author has something to say: Bookmark the "Strawberry Candy" next door to get more information about the little sapling.
Respiratory tract infection, drowsy after taking cold medicine, brain can't move in a daze, this word has been dawdling all night since typing at half past ten last night. Please forgive me for any mistakes and omissions, sorry.