Fault is a temporary regret, miss is a long regret

When Shiyi saw this email, her eyes moved to the bottom right corner of the display, just 7:36 minutes.

She was a little worried that this time it would be the same as before. It will be canceled because of a sudden change in weather, sudden illness, busy work, or various strange emergencies.

I didn't think the heavens would suddenly open up and the rain would stop.

The cameraman is originally from Shaanxi, although not born in Xi'an, but also familiar with the place. When Yi was afraid of being late, he nervously asked Hong Xiaozhu and the cameraman to confirm the time from here to Qinglong Temple, arriving a full twenty minutes early.

Perhaps it was the cherry blossom season, and a rare sunny day.

The entrance to the temple was crowded with people coming and going. They picked a conspicuous place, and about ten minutes later, they saw Zhou Shengchen alone, coming from a distance.

When Shiyi squinted against the daylight, she recognized him, and her heart quietly settled down.

"Shiyi, you're poisoned ......" Hong Xiaozhu whispered, "I see your face is red, don't tell me it's red from the sun."

She shook her head, "I'm not going to explain to you, I can't explain it anyway."

"You're early, Mr. Zhou Sheng," Hong Xiao Yu pursed the corners of her lips and greeted with a smile, "Ten minutes early, is that your habit?" Zhou Shengchen held out his hand and handed out two tickets to Shiyi: "I usually arrive fifteen minutes early when I have a meeting with someone, and I just spent five minutes buying the tickets." The remaining one, he gave to the cameraman by hand.

Shiyi said thank you, took it, and ruthlessly slapped one of them in Xiaoyu's hand.

Hong Xiaoyu has not been here, naturally do not know that they have an appointment with this place, small pathetic.

A few people into the temple, circling for a while, cherry blossoms are open and reckless, flying eaves are stock color dappled, only those under the trees three or two sitting on the newspaper gossip, diluted a lot of flowers viewing mood, more like an ordinary spring tour. Even though crowded small temples, there are several groups of tourists, walking shoulder to shoulder in the guide's commentary.

"...... 1986, Qinglong Temple was introduced from Japan planted in the temple, there are 12 valuable varieties, early opening of the other side of the cherry, red branch weeping cherry ......," the guide recapitulated The tour guide recited the explanation.

When Yi listened to the interest, took out his cell phone and secretly recorded a segment, but unfortunately, the guide soon left. She tried to listen for a few seconds, found the sound is very noisy, and hesitate to delete it.

If you want to recall, maybe it's better to take a few commentary cards with a camera.

"A few days after I first arrived, someone from the institute here gave me a copy of Xi'an City Notes, so if you like it, you can have it," Zhou Shengchen told her in a flat tone, "This city, there are stories everywhere."

Shiyi nodded, her eyes drifting past him like she was interested in cherry blossoms.

"Do you like to read books?" She suddenly asked.

"I have a set time every day for reading," he said, "but it's not a sea of books, it depends on whether they're interesting or not."

Shiyi oohed and ahhed and tentatively continued to ask him, "So have you ever been to one of those very old-fashioned book collections? With layers of wooden shelves and countless volumes of books?"

The bookstore in her mind was not very clear, but it was related to him.

There are not often people there, sometimes open the windows to ventilate, there will be wind blowing through, and the books on the shelves are blown over several pages, clattering.

Zhou Shengchen did not quite understand her words, thin smile: "I often go to the place, there are also layers of wooden shelves, but the shelves are bottles and jars, all kinds of dangerous instruments, easily can not touch."

Timothy laughed: "It's interesting to hear."

"Interesting?" He continued to have a smile on his lips, "Light burns, heavy explosions."

The first thing you need to do is to get a good idea of what you are doing. If you say so, who would want to enter the laboratory?"

It is not the whole day grass is ice, trembling, then also do what scientific research.

"It's not that scary, I got used to it a long time ago," he said simply, as if talking about ordinary things, "when I first started this profession, I once remembered one night that I forgot something in the laboratory, and arrived there at six in the morning when no one was there, but there was an explosion. Half of the lab was blown up in front of me, but luckily I got up five or six minutes late and saved my life."

She listened dumbfounded: "And then?"

"And then?" Zhou Shengchen thought briefly, "Fortunately, the dozen or so materials I made were still there, and that afternoon they were transferred to the next lab and continued to do tolerance tests."

Zhou Shengchen's tone was too casual, like talking about a cat or a dog, but she listened with fear and forgot to avoid the cherry blossom tree branches on her side. Until Zhou Shengchen's arm was lifted from in front of her, ruffling the fragrant fragrance of the full branch, Shiyi only then reacted, busy saying thank you.

The temple is not big, strolled for a while and also ended this spring tour.

Anyway, the time is still early, they found a teahouse nearby to rest, the building is nearly full. Zhou Shengchen's student was sitting in a window seat on the second floor, as if he had been waiting for a long time, as soon as he saw them appear, he stood up and greeted, "Zhou Shengchen teacher, here here."

"Eh? Teacher Zhou Sheng is kind, arranging for his students to take up the seats?" Xiaoyu pulled over a chair and sat down first.

"Not arranged by the teacher," that student was busy explaining, "this is my father opened, I happen to rest today, yesterday and the teacher midnight last night's test, the teacher said today to come to the Qinglong Temple to enjoy the flowers, I deliberately reserved seats for you."

That big boy said, while personally going to bring the tea, put one by one in front of each person. When the time came, the big boy was a little embarrassed and smiled coyly: "I forgot to say, my name is He Shan."

She said, "That's good to remember."

He Shan had a good feeling about this pretty big sister and deliberately handed her the tea.

Hong Xiao Yu and Shi Yi were neighbors since childhood, so they were not surprised by this kind of situation, but they glanced at Zhou Sheng Chen and then looked at Shi Yi. Not to mention, this person surnamed Zhou Shengchen is quite special, at least not because of their beauty, messed up.

Zhou Shengchen and the cameraman were sitting right next to Shiyi. She saw a book on the windowsill and casually took it over to pass the time. She didn't know which visitor had left the new weekly, so she flipped through the inside pages and casually read on.

Zhou Shengchen touched the cards in an unhurried manner, talking casually with a few people.

He sat in an orthodox posture and looked like he was used to it, even if he was accompanying them in playing poker, he could see from the subtleties that he had a good upbringing. When he was playing his cards, Shiyi just quietly looked at him with his afterglow, and very interestingly, the cards in his hand were also very neatly organized, maintaining a symmetrical fan-shaped arc at all times.

It was just right. Everything was just right.

But it was also this that gave her a sense of distance. No matter how close you sit, it's like there's an invisible line between you.

The cameraman talked the most, pulled a while, pulled to their achievements: "Speaking of which, I was a poor performance, just over a line in the college entrance exam, hanging over the university. Mr. Zhou Sheng, do you belong to the kind of person who dedicates himself to science?"

"Not really," he drew a card and put it on the wooden table, "I just never thought well, what else can I do besides scientific research."

The ...... cameraman stopped talking.

Hong Xiaozhu smacked his lips, "Mr. Zhou Sheng, don't be so distant, talk about some popular topics?"

"Okay, you say."

"Do you have any ...... extra vulgar hobbies?" Xiao Yu asked him.

"Many, such as watching TV series."

"Watching TV? Not much vulgarity," Xiaoyu laughed twice, "What do you usually watch the most?"

"Qin Quest."

"Normal normal normal," Xiao Yu finally found the bottom of normal people, "so the chemistry professor also loves to watch crossover or the Qin search, my boyfriend in college also especially likes to watch, watched a full four times."

"I may have watched it more than seventy times," Zhou Shengchen smiled not much care: "To be more accurate, it is seventy-nine times."

...... Hong Xiaozhu also did not speak.

The whole afternoon, these people and 108 cards to fight, Zhou Shengchen's students admire him, from time to time to reveal some bluff, but most scientific research related. They could not understand, but only frequently expressed admiration.

By evening, the teahouse gradually had fewer and fewer people.

And the magazine in the hands of Shiyi, but less than three pages.

It was dark, and the window here is also a little cold, the store waiter came over to close the window, but also diligently for a few people brought a small plate of snacks. Hong Xiaozhu finally remembered her as an air-like presence: "What are you reading?"

"The Defector." Shiyi shook the book in her hand, "It's about North Korea."

"What do you mean by 'defector'?" He Shan threw down two cards and asked curiously.

"Some people who can't stand the great famine in North Korea will choose to flee to China and South Korea, in a certain sense, they belong to people who have no nationality and no homeland," Zhou Shengchen's voice was smooth, without any extra feelings, "If caught back home, it will be treason. "

"The crime of treason? So serious?" He Shan sighs, "risking a capital crime to escape?"

The cameraman laughed and patted his arm, "I once followed the interview with some defectors, they said everyone who mentioned who in their family was starved to death felt very common. If it's you, do you run away?"

The cameraman said fervently.

When the time to pull over the small plate containing snacks, pick a look at the taste of beauty and bite.

I did not expect Zhou Shengchen suddenly used his fingers to turn the book in her hand over a page. She then realized that although Zhou Shengchen was playing cards with them, his eyes were on the magazine.

He finished reading the last few lines, withdrew his eyes to look at the cards in his hand, pulled out two, and lightly threw them onto the table.

Hong Xiaozhu was still excitedly talking about "defector" when she swept her eyes at the cards he threw, she immediately wailed: "It's over, I've lost completely."

So spent the whole afternoon, and by the time several people were out of the teahouse, the sky is already dark. The cameraman greeted enthusiastically and wanted to invite everyone to dinner, not expecting Zhou Shengchen just raised his wrist and looked at his watch, "There is a meeting tonight." He Shan is his assistant in Xi'an these few months, even though he has the intention to eat, but only with him back to the Institute.

The two groups separated and Zhou Shengchen took He Shan to the bus.

Shiyi and the others waited for a taxi on the other side, across the road, far away, so they could see each other.

Zhou Shengchen stood behind a large crowded crowd, waiting for the 400 roads back to the Institute, this time the peak, driving three or four cars in quick succession, but are full of people.

And they were a dozen meters apart, but also because of the crowd, can not grab a cab.

When Yi did not have the slightest impatience of waiting for a car.

She thought this was good, not far away was Zhou Shengchen, beside him He Shan was complaining to him about something, and the smile on his face quickly floated up and said two words, the same unhurried.

Shiyi looked at him, wondering what kind of words he would say to appease the young graduate student beside him.

"You definitely can't appreciate what it means to squeeze a bus without having taken the 400 roads," the cameraman Xiaoshuai looked at Zhou Shengchen and sighed with a smile, "but we're pretty much the same, we don't know who can go back first yet."

"Do you want us to call a car and take them for a ride?" Shiyi immediately suggested.

"We're still standing in a sea of people with little future," Xiao Yu was thoroughly amused by her, lying on her shoulder and whispering, "Shiyi beauty, from kindergarten onwards, no matter who wants to play the role of any prince or princess, you're always the princess. So it's better to be a princess at ease, this person doesn't seem to mean anything to you, what's that saying? You are not his cup of tea."

Between Xiao Yu's few words, another bus entered the station.

Zhou Shengchen and He Shan finally squeezed into the car and disappeared of Shiyi, from beginning to end, Zhou Shengchen did not look at this place again.