"Hello, Miss Shiyi."
After seeing his driver several times, she finally knew that this well-dressed and meticulous middle-aged man also had his surname Zhou. Zhou Shengchen briefly explained that some of the housekeepers with senior qualifications are all surnamed Zhou, and they are more or less related to distant relatives. But in order to be different from the direct system, the last word of the name is always called.
The more she knew, the more she lamented his family's traditions.
Zhong Ding's family, but also the scholarly family.
It is hard to imagine that such a raised child will devote himself to modern scientific research. Shi Yi thought of what he said, the twin siblings were also a little curious. What will it look like
Twenty days later, it is about to enter May, and the night in the city is no longer cold, and the weather is very comfortable.
He opened the window for her, she shook her head, and closed the windows again.
Maybe it was because there was Uncle Lin in the car, maybe it was a long time since I saw her. While she was a little strange, she was not even embarrassed and chatted with him in front of a third person. The tacit understanding of the three calls a day disappeared.
Even if he sits on his side and moves his arm slightly, it will be infinitely magnified.
It wasn't until Zhou Shengchen sent her out of the house that there were no outsiders anymore, Shi Yi tentatively asked him: "Come and sit at my house?"
"Will it be too late?"
"I want to give you a cup of cold medicine," she whispered, her voice still heard clearly in the empty stairwell, "about twenty minutes, at most half an hour."
Zhou Shengchen smiled and said, "I just don't know how to handle it, because I have never entered a girl's house alone."
Very calm, calm makes people want to laugh.
Shi Yi laughed at him softly: "Didn't you say that you like Wu Ge's embroidery? How come, so—"
"So boring?" He knew.
"A little bit," Shi Yi thought of his experimental theory, "I want to ask a question."
"Just ask."
"You said, we... um... is one of your research directions," she looked at him, "What if the research direction is wrong?" Zhou Shengchen smiled gradually: "I remember, you are a Chinese department? Pure? Literary subjects?"
She nodded, puzzled by his question.
"So, you have a conceptual error."
Shi Yi was even more confused: "What conceptual error?"
"The research direction itself is not right or wrong."
Shi Yi nodded and motioned for him to continue.
"Only the test method can go wrong."
"Then... What if the test method is wrong?"
"If the method is wrong, change to another method, but the research direction will not change."
It sounds very convincing.
But the metaphor of this passage is about the matter between them.
The fact that they are together will not change. If there are any mistakes, get along in another way.
She understood what he meant.
Shi Yi has always thought that the power of words can most deceive people's hearts, but at this moment, from Zhou Shengchen's smiling eyes, he saw a more moving way. She chuckled softly: "Science and technology are not only the first productive force, but also the best... language."
She turned the key and finally opened the door.
Because of working hours, she has moved out of her parents' home and lived alone for three or four years. Apart from a few good friends at home, no outsiders have ever been here, let alone men. There were traces of girls living alone everywhere in the room. Zhou Shengchen sat on the sofa and tried not to squint.
He was tired from a cold, leaning back on the sofa, sitting slightly casually. With his arm on one side, his finger touched the plush long pillow. Um, the touch... very special.
Shi Yi soaked him with a Chinese medicine package to keep away the cold and brought it over.
He took it, tried it, and it was still very hot.
"The old man has a saying, "Chun Mu Qiu Dong"," she pulled over a more plush and short sitting, similar to a small stool, and sat in front of him, "Don't wear thin clothes in such a hurry in spring, the weather for ten days Repeatedly severely, it is easy to catch a cold."
She was serious.
Zhou Shengchen really didn't wear much, only thin shirts and trousers.
At such a deep night, the sleeves of the shirt were still elbows, and he didn't look like a patient at all.
He bowed his head and drank a half mouthful of the medicinal soup: "It's just a cold. According to the law, if you take or not take medicine, it will be better in seven days."
"This is a herbal pack to keep you away from cold," Shi Yi pointed out, "If it's cold, you will get better tomorrow."
He raised his eyebrows: "So good?"
"certainly."
Shi Yi looked at him half-believing and couldn't help but smile: "Did you think that I was making an excuse to let you in?"
"My words are not to refuse," Zhou Shengchen's voice was slightly dumb because of a cold, but it sounded even better, "It is prudent. I am too abrupt with the engagement request, so I want to slow down. Some get along."
She didn't expect that he would answer so seriously.
Some words are lacking.
Unexpectedly, he laughed: "Do you want to hear the truth?"
Shi Yi was curious and nodded.
"Actually, I really want to come in."
She was surprised, but he had bowed his head and continued to drink the hot and mouth-hot soup.
When he finally left, it was almost half an hour later. Shiyi found that the longer he was in contact with him, the more punctual he would become. Wearing slippers, she took him to the elevator, Zhou Shengchen put his left hand in the pocket of his pants, and went to press the elevator with the other hand. When the elevator door opened, he suddenly remembered something, put his back against the elevator door, and looked at her: "I am coming back this time because you were shortlisted for the nomination award."