Don't make a fuss, my sister is in a very messy mood right now." Su Qingyu's mind was in a mess.
Qi Fu closed the book obediently: "Then I'll chat with my sister."
"Sure, you can talk about yourself." What Su Qingyu wanted most was clues.
Qi Fu held her face in her hands and whispered softly: "My mother passed away when I was very young. After my mother passed away, my father was depressed for a long time. It was not until Teacher Dong came to the group to give lectures that my father smiled again.
Teacher Dong is very strict in class.
Back then, there was a skinny little girl who was tone-deaf and had no musical talent at all. She could not learn the songs that Teacher Dong asked her to learn and was often criticized.
But I am different. Teacher Dong is very kind to me. She even asked me if I would like her to be my new mother. She promised to be good to me and my father. "
There is a hint of gossip.
"Are your father and Teacher Dong together?"
Su Qingyu took out a bottle of mineral water from her black backpack, and then placed an order for potato chips from the paper money box A. She handed them all to Qi Fu, motioning her to continue slowly.
Qi Fu held the mineral water and took a sip.
She shook her head, looking dejected, and said in a lost tone: "No, I told my father that I hope Teacher Dong will stay, and we will form a new small family and live happily together.
But my father was very angry and scolded me, saying that I should not forget my mother. Although my mother was dead, there was still a way for her to come back.
"Come back?" Su Qingyu frowned slightly, "How can a dead person come back?"
"There is a way." Qi Fu said innocently, "Dad said that as long as we study "it" and master the method of polluting and distorting time and space, we can bring mom back."
"Do you know where Teacher Dong went later?"
"Later..."
Qi Fu raised her head, looked into Su Qingyu's eyes as clear as a lake, and began to tell what happened when she last saw Dong Mengjie.
That day, Qi Fu had just woken up. She got up from bed and was about to have breakfast. As soon as she walked to the door, she heard her father and Teacher Dong arguing.
Qi Fu lay down and looked through the crack in the door.
Teacher Dong hugged Qi Fu's father excitedly, tears streaming down her face: "Since you can't forget her, let me help you."
Qi Fu's father just pushed Teacher Dong away coldly: "You don't have to make such a sacrifice."
"It's not a sacrifice. The first emotional experiment has been successful. If it succeeds the first time, there will be a second time." Teacher Dong held Qi Fu's father's hand and said in an extremely gentle voice, "If the experiment is successful, you can communicate with it, and then control it and gain its power to distort time and space.
At that time, if your wife can come back, you can get your happiness. If your wife still can't come back, then please give me a chance and let me be your happiness. "
"The Department of Emotional Neurology was newly established, and the first success was accidental." Qi Fu's father had a serious expression, "There are many details about the first experiment that have not been disclosed.
The group did announce the success of the initial experiment and rewarded the two researchers at the time.