As the weather turned colder, Du Ruolei persisted in his morning reading. He used to read English textbooks, but now he started to read professional-related English papers and literature.
Other students on the playground who insisted on morning reading rarely gave up halfway because of the cold weather.
So do morning joggers.
Du Ruo met Jingming a few times, and he was still full of vigor, wearing earphones and sportswear, running around the playground five or six times before leaving.
She once heard a boy in the class say that he passed the make-up political exam, and he just got 60 points in the exam.
At that time, she was sitting in the front row of the discussion group reading a book, calm on the surface and lighthearted in her heart.
The boys were quite curious: "I don't know who took the notes for him."
"Some girl in the department who has a crush on him." They said.
She is not just a crush.
It's rare to see it at ordinary times, and I only hope for luck to meet it when I study in the morning.
I wanted to talk to him, but I didn't dare, but it would be nice to hang out in front of him. Sometimes, she catches the few seconds before he runs over, pretends not to know, and passes by the runway in front of him without turning his eyes.
He walked a long way with his chest up and his stomach in, and he turned his head for a look, but his back was already gone.
She walked out of the playground silently, with a trace of inexplicable melancholy.
That piece of Ye Tuo was clipped in the pad that he carried with him, and he never had a chance to take it out.
A week later, after a professional class, Du Ruo left late, and overheard Li Wei discussing with the teacher, mentioning that Prime was working on a robot artificial intelligence project.
Du Ruo didn't hear too much in the office last time, so he dawdled in the classroom, waited for the teacher to leave, and asked Li Wei: "Are you working on an AI project?"
"unmanned."
"Oh." Du Ruo nodded slowly.
Li Wei looked at her expression and laughed: "Are you curious?"
"Of course."
"Then let's go and take you to see."
"Can I go and see?"
"What can't be seen here? Is it possible that you are still afraid of leaking the secret?"
Du Ruo followed Li Wei to the laboratory.
When you enter the door, you will see a wall full of drawings, circuit diagrams, design drawings, papers, and references; all in English, German, and Chinese. The ground is scattered with motors, arms, bearings, cables, electronic components, sensors, and PLC controllers.
The boys were scattered around the laboratory in small groups, some gathered in front of the computer and typed on the keyboard, and some gathered around the experimental table to assemble the controller. Look at those young faces, they are all the top students in the school.
Du Ruo walked carefully among the parts on the ground, and Li Wei smiled: "Don't be nervous, those on the ground will be eliminated."
"ah?"
"That guy is too demanding." Li Wei picked his chin and pointed not far away.
Jing Mingming was wearing a shirt and jeans, standing in front of a table, bowing his waist and lowering his head, writing and drawing on paper with a pen. A complete machine vision system stands beside it.
Li Wei asked Du Ruo to take a look by himself. He walked to Jingming and took out a pen and paper from his schoolbag: "I just asked our teacher. There is still room for improvement in the controller."
Jing Ming turned his head and took a look, then retracted his gaze: "Yes."
He just drew a stroke in his hand, and when he noticed something, he raised his eyes and saw a foreign figure—Du Ruo.
Du Ruogang took the papers on the wall to read, and when Jing Ming looked over, he was startled, and immediately put the papers back where they were.
Jing Ming looked at her with an expressionless face, and he didn't know what was going on in his mind. His eyes seemed to penetrate her and look elsewhere. In the next second, he lowered his head and continued to write and draw.
"..."
She pondered for a moment, but he didn't see her, so she breathed a sigh of relief, took down the document and looked through it again.
She didn't have any classes, so she stayed in the laboratory and carefully studied several papers and blueprints, taking notes in a notebook, and gained a lot.
Still a little happy, happy with my progress.
She can understand these things, and she is no stranger to them, thanks to her self-study accumulated over time.
Even so, she adored her from the bottom of her heart.
Jingming is really amazing.
The sensing system, control system, and execution system covered by an unmanned car... each system has a complete set of detailed and complete hardware, software, programs, detailed design, overall layout... all made by him into clear drawings and materials Show your eyes, very instructive.
The existing problems are also marked out, and the classic cases of corresponding technical literature are found and attached to the left and right, waiting to be overcome one by one.
She browsed the words, pictures, and circuit information on the wall one by one, feeling creepy from time to time.
so amazing!
But think about this kind of power, she can recognize, appreciate, and understand. This is undoubtedly a huge improvement for her. Like some sort of cryptic exchange of information.
The geniuses in this laboratory communicate and attract each other in this way. They have a code that only they understand.
And now, she can also understand these codes.
Happiness and achievement after hard study are full of chest.
She was immersed in a kind of admiration and pride all afternoon.
Only from time to time, she would turn her head and look in Jingming's direction.
He has been sitting in front of that table, or facing the computer, or writing and drawing, his brows are habitually slightly frowned, and his eyes are bright and sharp.
When he was serious, his appearance was completely different from his usual appearance, not at all like that idle boy.
A few times, she saw him looking at the computer seriously, typing on the keyboard with one hand, and unconsciously grabbing the mineral water bottle next to him with the other hand.
That bottle is already empty. Unaware, he stared at the drawing, unscrewed the cap, raised his head and poured water into his mouth, only to realize that it was gone, and screwed the cap back to its original place.
After a while, I unconsciously went to get the water bottle again, found it was empty, and put it back.
Du Ruo glanced at the head count in the room, put away the pens and papers, and slipped out quietly.
She quickly ran to the elevator, went downstairs, exited the laboratory building, and ran all the way to the nearest canteen.
It was too ostentatious, so she bought ten bottles of water.
Pity her, the bottle of water that Jingming drinks is the most expensive in the canteen, it costs 3 yuan a bottle. She can't buy a bottle for three yuan, and then buy nine bottles for one yuan. I can only grit my teeth and buy ten bottles for three yuan. After buying it, I ran all the way back to the laboratory building with water in my arms, went upstairs, rushed into the laboratory, and distributed water for everyone to drink.
When the boys took the water, they were a little surprised that they were rewarded for nothing.
Du Ruo smiled and said, "I'm here to visit, and I'm thanking you for drinking a bottle of water."
Everyone laughed and said, "You're too polite."
She naturally finished all the cover work, turned her head and walked inside, feeling a sudden chill in her heart,
Jingming is gone.
That table, that chair, was empty.
She hugged the last bottle of water, and her heart felt as cold as that bottle of water.
She was very sad, and when she didn't know how to deal with herself, his impatient voice came from behind her head: "Hey, Rang Rang."
She turned her head immediately, and couldn't hide her surprise smile for a while.
"..." Jing Ming looked at her strangely, and his voice was so low that only she could hear, "Did you take the wrong medicine?"
Du Ruo immediately handed him the water in his hand: "This bottle of water is yours."
Seeing that he seemed suspicious, she quickly cleared it up: "A boy over there bought it, and everyone has it. Let me bring this to you."
He dispelled his doubts, took the water bottle in her hand, and didn't even give a thank you, because "someone else" bought it.
But Du Ruo doesn't care, you're welcome, there is no need to say thank you.
She watched him walk past her, unscrewed the bottle cap with his white fingers, raised her head to drink water, her Adam's apple rolled up and down, and filled half of the bottle in one fell swoop.
She was going to die of joy.
She walked back to her chair, giggling inwardly.
They worked until eight o'clock in the evening, and Du Ruo stayed until eight o'clock in the evening.
Jingming agreed to invite everyone to dinner. Everyone packed up their things and left the laboratory one after another, heading downstairs.
It was only when Du Ruo went out that he realized that Jing Ming hadn't followed.
He was last, sorting things out in the lab.
She also secretly slowed down and fell behind.
In the front, the students were discussing the problem, walked slowly away, and entered the elevator room.
She slipped to the corner of the corridor and dawdled by the sink.
With a ding, the elevator arrived. The students went downstairs first.
In the laboratory building late at night, it was empty and quiet, with soft lights filling the corridors.
Finally, she heard the sound of Jing Ming locking the door at the end of the corridor, and she immediately turned on the tap to rinse her hands, and quickly wiped it with paper.
His footsteps approached.
She went out, pretending that she had just come out of the bathroom, and looked at him cautiously.
He was stretching his arms to put on clothes, and he put on a dark blue oversized single-breasted long coat. He stretched the neckline, glanced at her briefly, and walked towards the elevator.
She followed him breathlessly.
The two stood in the bright elevator hall waiting for the elevator, neither looking at each other nor speaking.
Du Ruo carefully took out the notebook from the schoolbag, and there was the three-color Ye Tuo inside.
Her breathing was a little tense, as if she was holding the most precious gold.
When the elevator arrived, he walked in first, followed by her.
The elevator door closes and descends.
In the small space, she heard her heartbeat getting stronger and stronger, boom, boom.
She unconsciously clenched the notebook in her hand.
On the other side, Jing Ming was leaning against the elevator wall with his pockets in his hands, his body crooked, his eyes set randomly, occasionally glancing at the numbers that kept dropping.
Ding.
We're on the first floor.
The elevator door opened, and he strode out of the elevator. There was no intention of letting her go first out of politeness.
She followed closely.
…
The autumn wind is a bit cool, but not so cold.
The night breeze is clear, and the air is full of the fragrance of leaves, which is very comfortable. The campus at night is very beautiful. The street lights shine through the golden ginkgo leaves, and the light on the tree-lined road is dim, creating a pale golden world.
It was very late, so there were no pedestrians on the road.
Occasionally, couples sit on the lawn, whispering and kissing each other.
The boulevard at night is always a place where ambiguity breeds.
Du Ruo was beside Jing Ming, walking side by side with him. Occasionally looking up at his side face, his complexion became whiter in the night, and the light cast shadows on his face, three-dimensional like plaster. It's just that there was no expression on his face.
Although he didn't speak, she felt a little happy in her heart, like drinking a cup of warm sweet milk.
It would be great if I could keep walking, even if I was quiet and didn't say anything.
They walked through a street covered with maple leaves, the street lights passed through the red leaves, and the night was dyed a layer of red.
What a beauty.
The notebook in his hand was getting tighter and tighter.
At that moment, Du Ruo couldn't help raising her head: "Look, it's so beautiful!"
Jing Ming looked up, stayed there for a few seconds, then retracted.
She mustered up her courage, and took out the Ye Tuo from the notebook: "Oh, that's right, this one."
Jing Ming spoke this time: "What?"
"Maple leaf. It's amazing. But this is its original color, red, yellow, green, isn't it pretty?"
"It's nice." He said, his tone couldn't tell whether it was sincere or perfunctory.
She stretched out her hand to him: "Here, here you are."
At that time, they came to a quiet and tree-lined intersection, he stopped slightly, took Ye Tuo from her hand, and did not speak for a few seconds.
He looked at Ye Tuo, looked at her again, scanned up and down, and asked, "Why did you give me this?"
Du Ruo suddenly became nervous, but on the surface she smiled easily: "It's pretty, but it's not worth much."
He obviously had some doubts, raised his eyebrows slightly, and tapped Ye Tuo lightly with his index finger.
She heard her own breathing quicken.
"Why did you give me this?" He still said the same thing, with a movement of his finger, Ye Tuo flipped it over at his fingertips.
Her heart also flipped and tightened.
Looking up, he saw that his face was extremely handsome in the night, his eyes were dark, and he couldn't guess his thoughts.
"It's just... a leaf I picked up at random..."
He looked directly into her eyes, and suddenly curved his lips: "You don't mean to like me, do you?"
Her blood rushed into her head: "No!" She was afraid that he would not believe it, "What are you thinking?"
"That's good." He smiled.
The hot blood rushing to his head instantly cooled down again.
"Don't like me," he said, "I wouldn't like you."
He returned the Ye Tuo to her hand.
Du Ruo was covered in ice, feeling that his heart was shattered at that moment, but he didn't know how to hold on, and smiled: "You think too much, I just think this leaf is very interesting, I just want to thank you."
"Thank me for what?"
"Computer..." My heart was numb anyway, "Thank you for mentioning it to Auntie."
He believed it, raised his eyebrows slightly,
"It's a matter of casual words." He said indifferently, passing her by.
He continued to walk forward, at a fast pace, and she followed behind him, step by step, slower and slower.
Gradually, the distance between the two opened up. He was thinking about the project in his mind, but he didn't realize that she wasn't keeping up.
She walked more slowly.
At a corner, suddenly, when the cold wind blew, the three-color leaves in my hand flew into the sky, and disappeared into the night in an instant, without a trace.
For a long time, she lowered her head, neither looking for the leaf nor looking up in his direction.
There is no face to look up.
All she could see was her old sneakers, her jeans, and the new fluff on the hem of her coat.
The whole world is swaying in the hazy water light.
She tried very hard to smile to herself, but it seemed useless, and she really couldn't go on. At that moment, it seemed that all the courage, strength, emotion, love and resentment were taken away from the body.
She leaned on a tree, bent down, and took a deep breath, trying to suppress the heart-piercing pain in her chest. But in the next second, a tear fell down.
She wiped her eyes indiscriminately, forced herself to stand up straight, and slowly moved towards the dormitory.
But when passing the empty playground, it still collapsed.
She hid in a dark corner on the stage, crying loudly.
Why are you so unlucky
Such a frivolous person, why do you like him