Xu Wenyao took the notebook that Bai Qian gave back to him. To his surprise, two people not far away had already approached.

"You guys are a little late." Bai Zian rested his right hand on the suitcase's lever, and his white coat was placed casually in his arms.

Jiang Fuli had met Xu Wenyao before, and was not surprised to see him here.

Hearing what Bai Qian said, Jiang Fuli only glanced coldly at Academician Ma beside him.

When Academician Ma was about to set off today, he discovered that his license plate was restricted, so he asked the Jiang family's driver to take a detour to pick him up. However, he was not embarrassed at all, and instead talked to Bai Jian, "There are still 160 days, so you must not relax in your studies." ."

 “I know.” Bai Qian nodded.

Academician Ma is still aware of Bai Zian’s comprehension. He is just surprised that someone with such a strong sense of space has only been discovered now: “After reading the review, you can read some high-quality master’s and doctoral theses.”

“Heh.” Jiang Fuli, who was waiting for the two of them to speak next to him, sneered when he heard this.

 I doubt Academician Ma’s words about “high quality”.

There are indeed a lot of parallel imports nowadays, and Academician Ma couldn’t argue with that: “…I’ll make another book list for you, and first understand the professional vocabulary and definitions.”

As for top journals, Bai Zian is not qualified to contact them yet, so he should start from a small scope. Some large academic families have begun to cultivate children's scientific research spirit since childhood. Bai Zian's enlightenment is not too early.

“We have to catch a flight.” Jiang Fuli did not interrupt the conversation between the two of them. He pressed his hand on the lever of Bai Qian’s box and stood lazily. He only reminded him when the time reached 5.50.

 The route they applied for is 6-9 o'clock.

Finally, Academician Ma looked at Bai Qian and said, "I'll wait for you in Jiangjing."

Seeing that the two of them had finally finished speaking, Jiang Fuli tapped the lever lightly with his fingertips and turned his eyes slightly, as coldly as ever, "Where are you going back?"

 He asked Xu Wenyao beside him.

 “Study, school.” Xu Wenyao focused on Academician Ma, but he still didn’t come back to his senses.

That is Jiangjing University. Jiang Fuli arranged for him, "Can you take Academician Ma with you when you go back? He will also go to Jiangjing University."

Academician Ma turned to look at Xu Wenyao and said in a deep voice: "Sorry to trouble you, classmate."

 Xu Wenyao has been well-educated since he was a child and has a stable temperament. For the first time in so many years in his life, he was so rude and speechless—

 It turns out that the person Bai Qian was waiting for was Academician Ma?

 Being able to enter Academician Ma's laboratory... No, maybe meeting Academician Ma alone. That is the dream of all physics students. Academician Ma is an enlightenment for students studying physics and a leading figure in domestic physics.

 He is in poor health and has been obsessed with quantum and chip research in recent years. He has been reclusive and has only made one public appearance in the past year at the last lecture.

This kind of character who appears in textbooks is a mythical existence to Xu Wenyao.

 People like Academician Ma cannot be exposed too much even when they are alive and need to be closely protected.

   **

"Then let's go first." Bai Qian said goodbye to Academician Ma and Xu Wenyao.

She reached for her suitcase, threw her coat to Jiang Fuli under his somewhat depressed gaze, and the two of them walked toward the passage together.

 Xu Wenyao stood where he was, waiting until the two of them could no longer be seen.

He then came to his senses and looked at Academician Ma, his voice a little stiff: "Academician Ma, shall we leave now?"

"Okay." When Academician Ma is not giving lectures or teaching, he has no airs at all. He is wearing a dusty cotton-padded jacket, not an international brand, and has a gentle smile on his face. When he walks on the road like this, he is almost no different from an ordinary old man.

 Xu Wenyao took him to his car. When Academician Ma sat in the back seat, Xu Wenyao saw the old man on the seat through the rearview mirror, and he suddenly realized that this was the real Academician Ma.

 Academician Ma smiled: "Don't be nervous, you are also from the Department of Physics?"

"Yes," Xu Wenyao clenched his fists and then unclenched them, then explained, "I didn't expect that the person Aji was waiting for was you..."

"What's there to say?" Academician Ma waved his hand, "Putting aside physics, I'm just an ordinary old man. I'm just a grain of dust among all the stars. You don't need to be nervous."

The more I study physics, the more I discover my own insignificance. Civilization is just a passerby on the earth. This feeling of emptiness that is too small requires a strong heart to resist it.

“Bai Zian is a very talented person,” Academician Ma thought of Bai Zian. Her unique talent and strong heart are rare in the world. “I really hope she comes to school early.”

Xu Wenyao started the car, but was shocked by Academician Ma's exclamation.

 For a time, all the unexplainable moments were connected in series.

 Why can you give him Academician Ma’s vote?

 Even…

 Why did Dean Huang add him?

 It turns out that the source of everything is Bai Zian himself... Academician Ma actually values ​​her so highly?

He just saw that Bai Zian was lonely waiting for someone at the airport, so he waited with her. Who knew... Dean Ma was waiting for her.

   **

 A little after nine o'clock in the morning.

The plane landed in Danping City. Shen Qing enjoyed meticulous care all the way. When he got off the plane, he whispered to Ji Shaojun: "It's a good ticket to buy this plane. There are few people. You can buy something like this next time. Look at my dad's waist." It doesn’t hurt anymore.”

Ji Shaojun glanced at Shen Qing: "..."

 There are just a few of them, not a small number.

 Obviously, Shen Qing does not have the concept of a private jet.

Ming Dongheng had been waiting here with two cars early. Ji Heng, Jiang He, Shen Qing and the others were in one car, and Bai Qian and the others were in the other car.

The black business car drove onto the highway from Danping City to Xiangcheng.

"A road has been built?" Bai Qian sat by the window and saw at a glance that the asphalt road was very new. She sat upright and lowered the window: "A few months ago, this road was still very dilapidated."

Danping City is also an hour's drive from Xiangcheng, 50 kilometers, and it will be open to traffic in a few months, which is very shocking to Bai Zian.

 Jiang Fuli glanced at her.

She sat there, looking out the window, the beautiful sunlight reflecting her silhouette, feeling extremely peaceful.

“Sister Xian, don’t you want to watch videos?” Tang Ming scratched his head. Sometimes he really suspected that Sister Xian was a caveman.

 But considering that she doesn’t go online, it’s understandable.

"We have always been known as infrastructure madmen. In the past six hours, we built a high-speed rail station and replaced the piers and decks of viaducts overnight." As he spoke, Tang Ming raised his chin, very proudly, "As long as they want to , there is nothing we can’t do.”

Except for some projects that want to extract water, these urgent and urgent projects are not considered fast according to this group of infrastructure fanatics.

   **

 After arriving in Xiangcheng, Jiang Fuli had to go to the laboratory first.

Ji Heng and the others went back to Qingshui Street to pack some things and go to Xin'an Community. Ji Shaojun just bought a house this year, and the family decided to go to the new house for New Year's Eve dinner and come back on the first day of the new year.

Bai Zian first went to school to see Zhang Ma.

　　Tomorrow is the Chinese New Year, and Zhang Ma’s flower shop is also very busy.

“Teacher Lu, don’t be polite to me!” Zhang Ma was helping Lu Lingxi wrap flowers.

There were two fresh white lilies on the counter. The yellow hearts had not yet been pinched off. Bai Qian suddenly remembered that tomorrow was also Friday.

 This is the lily prepared for Yang Lin.

 “Are you back?” Zhang Ma looked up and saw Bai Qian, and was very surprised.

Lu Lingxi held a large bouquet of flowers, and then forced the money into Zhang Ma's hand. When she turned around and saw Bai Qian, she took out a flower from the bouquet and handed it to Bai Qian, "How about Boyuan?"

 She knew that Bai Zian and the others were at the Boyuan base.

 “It’s okay.” Bai Qian took the tulip. "You really don't want to go to Beicheng?" Lu Lingxi smiled softly and thought of this matter again, "The principal and I..."

"I came out of Beicheng No. 1 Middle School," Bai Zian secretly said sorry to Beicheng No. 1 Middle School in his heart, and then looked at Lu Lingxi, "They asked me to drop out of school. I don't want to go back."

She had a pair of extremely dark eyes, which seemed to have a faint glow, and she was looking at Lu Lingxi intently.

Lu Lingxi immediately took over her anger at being expelled from school. She frowned and said, "I'll go talk to the principal."

Beicheng No. 1 Middle School will definitely not easily give up on Bai Qian, a youngster who can take the top prize in Beicheng.

Bai Qian blinked and sent Lu Lingxi away.

Just then I took the bus to go to the Calligraphy Association.

   **

At the end of the year, there were no students in the Martial Arts Calligraphy Association, but the street outside was very lively. The streets were all renovated and stalls were added.

 Today there are people selling lanterns and New Year’s goods everywhere, and there is an endless stream of people coming and going.

 The shopping mall not far away is nearing its end, with huge red banners inviting investment.

“Brother, there are so many people here?” Ren Wanxuan came here for the first time and was surprised by the bustling place.

Although she learned from Ren Qian that Xiangcheng was developing and that the investment promotion was very successful, and even a high-speed rail line had been divided recently, she was still surprised by the level of development.

Beside her, Qiu Boqing was also shocked. He looked at the puppet players in front of him with an indifferent face. Many young men and women were watching.

"The tourism industry is booming here," Qiu's father said in a deep voice, "Let's go and take you two in, especially you, Bo Qing, stop being stubborn when you see your grandpa, even if you look down on the Xiangcheng Calligraphy Association. Don’t show it to his face.”

Since Qiu Xuezheng joined the Xiangcheng Calligraphy Association, Qiu Boqing and Ren Wanxuan had almost no contact with him.

Qiu Boqing didn’t come back until the end of the year. It was also the first time for these two people to come to the calligraphy association.

Chou's father knocked on the half-open door.

 It wasn't until there was a sound coming from inside that the three of them went in.

As soon as they came in, Ren Wanxuan and Qiu Boqing saw Jian Zhe reading in the yard, and they looked away without interest.

Then I looked at the Calligraphy Association. The Xiangcheng Calligraphy Association is not as big as the Beicheng Calligraphy Association. The facilities are very new, but they are not as luxurious as Beicheng.

The two of them observed it calmly before bowing their heads and saying hello to Qiu Xuezheng. After all, it was Qiu Xuezheng who inspired both of them in their calligraphy.

Qiu Xuezheng was lazily sitting on a lounge chair basking in the sun, holding a tea cup. "Well, do you want some tea? I can pour it myself."

 He pointed to the teapot on the table next to him.

"No." Ren Wanxuan looked at the teapot and teacup and refused. She didn't even drink the tea poured by Ji Heng, so how could she appreciate the tea here.

Qiu Boqing didn't drink either.

Qiu’s father chatted with Qiu Xuezheng, mainly talking about the surrounding development.

 Ren Wanxuan and Qiu Boqing stood aside and listened.

 Until there was another soft knock at the door.

The two subconsciously looked at the door. A girl wearing a black and gold horse mask came in. The sun slowly shone on her soft black hair through the gaps between the trees, and fell a shallow broken light. As she moved, the light and shadow fell on her black skirt, The face moved and flickered carelessly.

This is Bai Qian, Ren Wanxuan's face froze.

   **

 Bai Qian didn’t look at Ren Wanxuan and the others.

Qiu Xuezheng's family is in Xiangcheng and is not in a hurry to go back, but Jian Zhe's family is in Beicheng and has not left yet.

 He was reading in the yard at the small table that Jiang He often used.

Bai Zian put his hands lazily in the big pockets of the horse-faced skirt and asked curiously: "You don't have to go home to celebrate the New Year?"

 “Oh, let me go—” Jian Zhe was studying seriously.

The sudden sound startled him, and he couldn't help but lean back. The whole chair tilted backwards. Bai Zian held the back of the seat to stop it from shaking.

 It is noon.

The sun was shining brightly above his head. Bai Qian gently raised his eyelids and looked at him condescendingly, "Why are you panicking?"

  She spoke slowly and calmly.

After Jian Zhe sat firmly, he stood up and looked at Bai Qian, scratching his head and saying, "Why are you so silent? Teacher Qiu, you didn't even remind me!"

 He went to see Qiu Xuezheng again.

 “She’s such a big person, I thought you saw her.”

 Jian Zhe: “…”

"It doesn't matter whether I go home or not," he closed the book and shrugged. "No one at home may notice that I haven't come home. I just have time to read."

Everyone in the Jian family knew that he came to Xiangcheng. If he really wanted to go back to celebrate the New Year, the crowd would definitely ask him how Xiangcheng was, or they would whisper in his ears what award Jian Rong had won and which university Jian Rong was going to take. The blog…

 “Yes, he is preparing to take the postgraduate entrance examination.” Qiu Xuezheng paused the conversation with his son.

"Teacher Qiu, please stop talking..." Jian Zhe was very embarrassed.

“Postgraduate entrance examination?” Bai Qian already knew what the postgraduate entrance examination was.

Qiu Xuezheng glanced at Jian Zhe and said, "Yes, everyone in his family knows that he wants to take the postgraduate entrance examination."

By coincidence, Jian Zhe’s cousin also wanted to take the postgraduate entrance examination in the calligraphy department. In the end, if Jian Rong passed the exam, he failed...

Bai Zian took out his mobile phone and it lit up. It was Dean Jian—

【[picture]】

 Dean Jian’s plane ticket. He will fly to Beicheng on the 24th, which is the fourth day of the Lunar New Year.

Bai Jian: 【? 】

While replying, she asked Jian Zhe: "Want to take the Jiang Yi test?"

 Since he worked so hard, he should have been admitted to Jiangjing University of the Arts.

 When she said this, Ren Wanxuan and Qiu Boqing couldn't help but glance at Bai Xian.

Jian Zhe was even more embarrassed. He pulled Bai Qian's sleeves and lowered his voice, "Sister, I may not even be able to pass the postgraduate entrance examination at Beicheng University. Where can I take the Jiangyi entrance exam?"

"Aren't you good at calligraphy?" Bai Zian was surprised.

"You may not know," Qiu Fu explained to Bai Qian with a smile, "If you want theoretical knowledge of ancient literature, Bo Qing only took the Ph.D. from Beicheng University."

“Yes, it’s a very difficult test,” Jian Zhe whispered to Bai Xian, “Sister, please stop talking.”

Bai Qian: “…difficult?”

"Do you know what the classical literature test is?" Qiu Boqing finally couldn't hold it back. Everyone in the calligraphy department knew that the postgraduate entrance examination required the classical literary test. He said lightly: "If you don't talk about other things, let's just say that you haven't studied two of them at all. Do you think it’s difficult to live a tedious life purely in classical Chinese?”

 Can’t finish writing, a bit stuck