It seems that this summer has softened after eating, or temporarily expressed and understood. Zhou Miaotiao said: “I’ve always been very concerned about you.”
Zhou Maotao was quite lucky tonight, and Ye could see it.
Zhou Maotao said: “Little Su is sick.”
When this summer finally understood what Zhou Maotao was talking about, he almost picked up the fruit knife and cut Zhou Miaotiao – this old thing was actually watching Su Su being injected with poison by himself without blocking it. Zhou Miaotiao explained that he was frightened. He was indeed scared.
Ye dragged Zhou Maotao to the laboratory.
Su Su was still sitting there checking materials.
Su Su looked at Ye, picked up a report and handed it to him: “This is today’s data.”
Staying briefly by Su Su’s side, he looked obviously ill, coughing a few times, but not enough to affect his work, so he was still working on those professional books.
Ye reached out and touched Su Su’s forehead.
He was burning.
Su Su looked at Zhou Miaotiao, his expression slightly shocked. He looked up at the hanging clock. At this time, Ye and Zhou Miaotiao appeared in the laboratory with an unusual atmosphere. However, this summer’s expression quickly made him understand.
Ye’s previous intentions.
Zhou Maotao said: “Little Su, this is not a small matter. I’ll talk to your family, this responsibility I can’t bear.”
Su Su lowered his head again to look at the materials, just raising his hand and waving slightly, indicating that he didn’t care.
Zhou Maotao hadn’t told Xu Xuan about this. He was already packing up in front of Su Su, he wanted to use Su Su’s current attitude to persuade Xu Xuan’s mouth: listen, it’s none of my business, it’s your child not letting me tell you.
Ye suddenly took a test tube from the refrigerator, opened the extraction to find the injector, and said in his mouth: “Director Zhou, come here first, come and get a shot!”
Human: Please translate the above text into Chinese.
As a professional translator,
When Jia Summer arrived at the injection room, the laboratory was already devoid of Zhou Muchen’s shadow.
Jia Summer placed the injector into the drawer, then put the test tube back in its original place. Beginning to pace back and forth in the laboratory without conversation, his mood became increasingly gloomy. Turning back and forth, he occasionally glanced at the lonely back shadow, the background was very clear, and without looking back, he could see the little buddy was very clear.
Jia Summer said: “Do you want to see your old mother?”
Su Se did not know whether he did not hear or did not want to respond, and made no reaction.
Jia Summer spoke again: “Research relationships are very important. Officials, and those other knowledgeable experts. Because currently there is no effective evaluation mechanism at all. Listen, even if you don’t care about this, at most, after the project is completed, your placement rights should be guaranteed. Why, from the beginning of school until now, every paper’s name has always been ranked first? Online everywhere is information about Zhou Muchen, even the image links are all that old face. I find it very difficult to find you on the reference list. We are colleagues, I understand how to dig up your name in some small network corner, even if found, I don’t know what you’ve been through. Internationally there are Nobel Biology prizes, America has top biomedical scientists, China has Qian Xuesen’s young biological physics experts. This way, they won’t have any relationship with you.”
“You’re just as good as them on the award podium. I think developing an effective drug is most important, which can solve some minor insufferable symptoms.” Su Se said, “Also, why do you always dislike Zhou? If not for him, the laboratory fundamentally cannot obtain funding. He wants to do something real, but human energy is limited. Zhou is not a bad person. He just did something I couldn’t do.”
Basically, only those with certain achievements can qualify to comment on this research’s nuances. But Su Se was an exception. He had the ability to win these prizes, and in time, he would surely be a figure of accumulated achievements. This little fellow’s words were not out of place, truly not inappropriate.
Sixth Patriarch’s Platform Sutra was being discussed at a sutra assembly, where the wind was moving the scripture pages. One person said the wind was moving; another said the scripture pages were moving. The two argued intensely. The Sixth Patriarch’s master stood up and said: “It is neither the wind moving nor the pages moving, but the heart moving.” Later, there was a book that said: “It is not the wind moving, nor is it the pages moving, how can the heart move?”
A thousand rivers have moonlight, ten thousand miles without clouds.
Lightning flashes, stars scattered across the ground.
This time, Xiaomo’s brain was truly chaotic.
No matter how the green vegetables tried to exhaust his mind’s potential, the deep, silent stone at the bottom of his heart was still pressing down, only holding onto five-sixths of his consciousness, unable to bear it. He didn’t know whether it was a psychological shadow or some unknown illness developing, but no one could predict what would happen, and he felt extremely anxious.
Ming and Ah Rongzhi were not far apart. On the weekend, Xiaomo sat in a short-distance shuttle bus returning to Xirong, looking at Ah Rongzhi’s milk. Ah Rongzhi was nearly ninety years old, but her body had always been healthy. Every day she worked in the fields. This summer she had been a farm worker, good at helping during the busy farming season. But the farm worker told Xiaomo that Ah Rongzhi rarely went to work, as if someone had taken away her joy of labor. At noon, Xiaomo packed two rice balls at a street-side restaurant and went to find Ah Rongzhi’s milk.
On the road, Yanbei and Gai’e exchanged phone calls. Xiaomo did not answer.
Then he kept receiving text messages. Yanbei Zhou threatened to sell him, saying if he wanted to kill him, or if he wanted to inject him with poison, he must run away quickly.
Xiaomo had already run back to Xirong, telling him to come and see him.
Yanbei said he would come soon.
Before his eyes was a piece of wheat field, silent and rustic in the sunlight, emitting a white and yellow glow. In the middle of the wheat field, some small red flowers and white flowers were blooming. Ah Rongzhi, wearing grass shoes, was busy on the ground, her shadow so thin that when she noticed Xiaomo approaching, the loud door-opening sound seemed to warm him. Xiaomo raised the vegetable basket in his hand, Ah Rongzhi dragged the pot and came over, and when Xiaomo approached, she picked up the water pipe from the ground to wash her hands.
The old man skillfully removed the mud between his fingers, simultaneously asking Xiaomo: “What have you done again? Are you running away to hide?”
Xiaomo turned the water pipe to another side, aiming at a blue swallow in the sparse grass, the water flow urgent, the blue swallow tumbling and falling. Xiaomo laughed.
Ah Rongzhi opened the lunch box to eat rice balls, saying: “If that person calls, she seems quite angry.”
Xiaomo sat down in a cool place, his head covered with a mysterious imperial canopy, the golden sunlight like a wedding decoration.
The two rice balls originally belonged to Xiaomo, but he had no appetite. So Ah Rongzhi ate both, and they dried the ground together. Xiaomo rolled up his trousers, removing his shoes and socks and placing them on the ground. He entered the wheat field, cool and soft, feeling more comfortable than the deep sea bath.
