"Do you like reading?" she asked suddenly.
"I have a fixed time every day to read books," he said, "but it's not just to be indifferent. It depends on whether the book is interesting."
Shiyi snorted, and continued to ask him tentatively: "Then have you been to that kind of very old-fashioned library? There are layers of wooden shelves and countless books?"
The library in her mind was not very clear, but it was related to him.
There are not often people there. Sometimes the windows are opened for ventilation, and the wind blows through, and the books on the shelves are blown through several pages, and they are rustling.
Zhou Shengchen didn't understand her very much, so he smiled and said: "There are also layers of wooden shelves in the places I often go, but the shelves are filled with bottles and cans, and various dangerous instruments, so you can't touch them easily."
Shi Yi smiled: "It sounds interesting."
"Interesting?" He smiled at the corner of his lips.
Shi Yi was really bluffed: "High-risk occupations? If you say so, who would want to enter the laboratory?"
Isn't it because the vegetation is frozen all day, and you are trembling, what about scientific research
"It won't be so terrible. I got used to it very early." He said plainly, as if he was talking about ordinary things. "When I first started this major, I once remembered something that I forgot in the laboratory one night. I got there at six o'clock. No one was there, but there was an explosion. Half of the laboratory was blown up in front of me. Fortunately, I got up five or six minutes late and saved my life."
She was speechless: "Then what?"
"Then?" Zhou Shengchen thought for a moment, "Fortunately, the dozen or so materials I made are still there, so I transferred them to the next laboratory that afternoon to continue the tolerance test."
Zhou Shengchen's tone was too casual, like talking about cats and dogs, but she was so scared to hear that, she forgot to avoid the cherry blossom branches next to her. It wasn't until Zhou Shengchen's arm lifted up from in front of her to poke away the branches of sweet fragrance, that Shi Yi didn't respond, and he was busy saying thank you.
The temple is not big, and this spring outing will end after a short stroll.
Anyway, it was still early, so they found a teahouse nearby to rest, and the building was almost full. The student of Zhou Shengchen sat in the window seat on the second floor, as if waiting for a long time. As soon as he saw them appear, he stood up and greeted: "Ms. Zhou Sheng, here and here."
"Huh? Teacher Zhou Sheng is really interested in arranging his students to take up positions?" Xiao Yu pulled the chair and sat down first.
"It wasn't arranged by the teacher," the student explained hurriedly. "It was my father opened it. I just took a break today. Yesterday I had a test with my teacher in the middle of the night and last night. The teacher said that I would come to Qinglong Temple to enjoy the flowers today, so I specially reserved a seat for it. you."
As the big boy said, he brought the tea in person and put it in front of everyone one by one. When the time came, the older boy was a little embarrassed and smiled shyly: "Forgot to say, my name is He Shan."
She cried: "It's easy to remember."
He Shan had a great affection for this beautiful big sister, and deliberately handed the tea to her.
Hong Xiaoyu and Shiyi have been neighbors since he was a child. He had been familiar with this situation a long time ago. Instead, he glanced at Zhou Shengchen and went to see Shiyi again. Not to mention, this person surnamed Zhou Sheng is really special, at least not because of his beauty.
"Come on, let's play double promotion for a while," Hong Xiaoyu leisurely took out two boxes of paper poker, poured them out, and filled the tabletop. "It's time to not play cards, just the four of us are here."
Shi Yi watched her addiction to cards, and immediately let her go to the innermost part in cooperation. In the end, Zhou Shengchen and the cameraman faced each other, and they happened to sit next to Shi Yi. She saw a book on the window sill and took it over to pass the time. She didn't know which tourist had dropped the new weekly magazine. She turned the inner pages and read it casually.
Zhou Shengchen's movements of drawing the cards were not hurried or slow, and he talked casually with a few people.
He sits in an orthodox posture and looks like he is used to it. Even if he is playing poker with them, he can tell from the subtleties that he has a very good education. Shi Yi just watched him quietly from his side when he played the cards. What's very interesting is that the cards in his hand are also neatly arranged, maintaining a symmetrical fan-shaped arc at all times.
Just right. Everything is just right.
But it was the same, which made her feel distanced. No matter how close you sit, it seems to be separated by an invisible line.
The videographer talked the most. After talking about it for a while, it was about his grades that year: "Speaking of which, my grades that year was called a poor grade. I just passed the college entrance examination and passed the college entrance examination. I have not passed the university entrance examination. Teacher Zhou Sheng, are you? Belongs to the kind of people who dedicated themselves to science?"
"No," he drew a card and put it on the wooden table. "I just have a bad idea about what else can I do except scientific research."
… The cameraman stopped talking.
Hong Xiaoyu slapped his mouth: "Teacher Zhou Sheng, don't you have such a sense of distance and talk about popular topics?"
"Okay, you say."
"Do you have any...very vulgar hobbies?" Xiao Yu asked him.
"A lot, like watching TV shows."
"Watching TV? It's not that vulgar," Xiao Yu laughed twice, "What do you watch most often?"
"Looking for Qin Ji."
"Normal and normal," Xiao Yu finally recovered the confidence of a normal person. "It turns out that the chemistry professor also likes to watch Crossing, or to look for Qin Ji. My boyfriend in college also liked it very much. He watched it four times."
"I may have watched it more than seventy times," Zhou Shengchen smiled indifferently: "To be more precise, it is seventy-nine times."
… Hong Xiaoyu didn't speak anymore.
Throughout the afternoon, these people competed with 108 cards. The student of Zhou Shengchen obviously admired him and revealed some bluffing deeds from time to time, but most of them were related to scientific research. They don't understand, they just express their admiration frequently.
By the evening, the number of people in the teahouse gradually decreased.
However, the magazine Shi Yi held had turned less than three pages.
When it got dark, the window was a bit cold here, and the waiter in the shop came over to close the window and graciously brought small plates of snacks for several people. Hong Xiaoyu finally remembered her existence like air: "What are you looking at?"
"North Korean defector." Shi Yi shook the book in his hand, "Speaking of North Korea."
"What is a defector?" He Shan dropped two cards and asked curiously.
"Some people who cannot bear the great famine in North Korea will choose to flee to China and South Korea. In a certain sense, they are people who have no nationality and no motherland." Zhou Shengchen's voice is very stable, without any extra feelings, "If you are caught It would be a crime of treason if caught back in the country."
"The crime of treason? So serious?" He Shan sighed, "Fleeing at the risk of death?"
The cameraman smiled, patted his arm and said: "I have interviewed some defectors. They said that it is normal for everyone to mention who was starved to death in their home. If it were you, you could not escape. escape?"
What the cameraman said was pretty serious.
Shi Yi pulled the small plate of dim sum, picked one that looked delicious, and took a bite.