Autistic genius, a flourishing era of scientific research

This feeling is very mysterious, and Si Ci Zhan often feels that it is more like his wishful thinking when he thinks about it.

Perhaps because he was in the middle of a situation, Si Ci Zhan at this moment couldn't take Jiang Yan's sudden concern as her not caring about him.

If she didn't care, she wouldn't have to ask this question. She could just finish her meal and continue doing what she usually did.

Her daily life is very regular. Apart from some necessary exercise and meal times, it is basically inseparable from her experiments and various materials.

"Why do you ask?" Si Cizhan said as he drank a mouthful of soup, forcing himself to calm down and stop thinking about it.

This time he wanted to carefully identify whether Jiang Yan really cared about him.

It doesn't matter if they are not lovers, he just wants to step into the world that she truly cares about and pays attention to.

He could continue to advance their relationship slowly.

He is willing to spend a few years, a dozen years, decades or even a lifetime.

After asking this question, Si Cizhan looked at Jiang Yan seriously, trying to read more possible emotions from her calm expression and clear black and white eyes.

Jiang Yan didn't care about his scrutiny and exploration. Of course, she was more likely unable to see the hidden emotions in Si Cizhan's eyes. She just said:

"You haven't said much today."

"According to your previous habits, you would have used this time when I was resting at home to talk about a lot of nonsense. Today, you only said a few words in the kitchen."

Si Cizhan: "Do you think what I said before was nonsense?"

"It's really useless." Jiang Yan nodded. "What you talked about are just the ordinary training process and insights - the topic about spatial force is not nonsense."

She summarized and analyzed what Si Ci Zhan had said to her when they were together before, when he racked his brains to find something to talk about. Finally, she paused and picked out a special case.

Spatial force is related to her research experiments, so it’s certainly not nonsense.

Si Cizhan had expected this. He himself felt that what he said at that time was very boring. However, when he heard Jiang Yan personally confirm that he had said a lot of nonsense, Si Cizhan suddenly felt scared. Fortunately, Yan Yan was not the kind of person who would be annoyed by his excessive nonsense. After feeling relieved, he felt a little depressed. He lowered his eyes to suppress the emotions in his eyes. After a moment, he continued:

"Life in the military is never interesting. Since I'm currently here with you, coordinating experimental research, I can still talk to you about some training matters. If we separate and I return to my own base, I'll have even less to talk to you about."

"You don't talk much. Can't we just sit there quietly for a while and then go to rest or work when it's time?"

If that were the case, how could he get closer to her? He was afraid that Jiang Yan, who didn't pay much attention to others, would just ignore him. By then, a pen would have a stronger presence in Jiang Yan's eyes than him, an invisible person.

Si Cizhan frowned slightly. He had never encountered such a difficult thing in his life. It was even more difficult than the missions he had experienced, and it hit him hard. The depths of his eyes were as gloomy as thick ink. In the end, he shrugged helplessly and smiled softly at Jiang Yan.

"It would be nice if you could talk to me more often."

"Hmm..." Jiang Yan understood his difficulty, put down her chopsticks, leaned back in her chair and thought for a moment, "What do you want to hear?"

She stood up and picked up the paper and pen she had brought back, wrote down a few options on it and handed it to Si Ci Zhan.

Si Cizhan's eyes suddenly showed a smile. He took it and looked at it. The smile froze on his face and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly. Jiang Yan had written on it all the content of their research.

He held his forehead with a headache, realizing a terrible truth: "Whether it's you or me, we only talk about work?"

That would be too boring. Jiang Yan thought he was talking nonsense when he told her about his work, and even if he didn't think it was nonsense when Jiang Yan told him about her work, he would probably not understand it.

Before they even started talking about this, Si Ci Zhan was already worried that when Jiang Yan found out that he was not like those guys in the scientific research team who could always follow what she was saying, or even that he didn't understand anything at all due to lack of knowledge in certain areas, would she gradually become unwilling to talk to him more?

Are the two of them destined to become uglier the more they talk?

To be on the safe side, Si Cizhan shook his head and returned the paper in his hand:

"Let's eat first, or the food won't get cold. It's a season change, and the weather is getting colder, not like the summer before. You said you'd ask Lu Qinghuan to prepare autumn and winter clothes for you. Have you arranged everything? If not, I can tell Aunt Zhao and my mom."

It wasn't a problem for him because he had autumn and winter clothes from the army. It was spring when Jiang Yan came here, and the temperature was getting warmer, so he didn't bring many winter clothes.

Originally, Si Cizhan wanted to arrange it for her, but when he asked Jiang Yan before, Jiang Yan said that she had already notified Lu Qinghuan and Jian Cong to handle it, so he had to give up this opportunity to show himself and find a sense of existence.

——Although he could only give money and could not do it in person, he could only seek help from his brothers and relatives in the old city.

"Yeah." Jiang Yan nodded as a reply. Just as she sat down to eat, she suddenly expanded on the sentence, "It's arranged."

There was an interval of more than ten seconds between these two sentences, which obviously meant she had just thought of them. Si Cizhan was stunned when he heard them, as if he saw his embarrassing look when he had no words to say in front of her before.

He was trying to find something to talk about, but Jiang Yan didn't respond, which resulted in his topics sometimes being incoherent. It took him a while to think of what to talk to her about next.

As early as when Jiang Yan took the initiative to ask, Si Cizhan had already pondered in his mind, and he had vaguely figured out the reason.

He put his plan for the day on hold, quickly washed the dishes after dinner, and then pulled Jiang Yan, who was looking up at the stars on the balcony, to sit on the sofa in the house.

Jiang Yan knew that he was going to continue the topic he had just left unfinished, so she sat down and waited for him to speak.

Si Cizhan was reluctant to let go of her hand. He held her hand and squeezed it, squeezing it as usual. He said, "Just now during dinner, you said that what I said was basically nonsense. Why did you ask me about it when I stopped talking nonsense? Do you want to hear all that nonsense?"

As he said this, he looked at Jiang Yan's eyes, which were reflected by the light and sparkled brightly under her ink-like eyebrows, and there seemed to be some suppressed joy.

This was Si Ci Zhan's guess, but combined with Yan Yan's sudden words later, he felt that it was more and more possible.

I was already very excited when I was washing dishes and pots in the kitchen just now, and I wanted to find her immediately to ask her clearly.

Jiang Yan nodded, not denying it. At that moment, Si Cizhan felt his breath catch, and then an overwhelming joy came over him. He was flattered, and his joy was beyond words. Jiang Yan looked into his slightly curved eyes under the light and continued, "You're used to hearing it. You can continue to talk about it later."

Si Cizhan restrained his expression slightly, took her hand and couldn't help but kiss her fingertips, then said: "You think it's a habit, I think there may be other reasons."

"What's the reason?" Jiang Yan asked, but Si Ci Zhan didn't rush to answer. Instead, he started to think about it.

Feelings cannot necessarily be judged by logic, but answers can be found from clues.

Especially when there is contrast.

"Yanyan." Si Cizhan leaned closer to Jiang Yan, and the two of them sat close together on the sofa. When his sight was limited to her profile, he continued to whisper very close to her ear. His voice was deep and mellow like wine, adding a layer of intoxication to the night. "I always thought that Aierian and I were both pursuing you, and you were much more indulgent towards me than him. In the past, I thought it was because we had known each other for a long time, so you were a little biased towards me. But now I realize that I must have been wrong. Perhaps there is another answer."

"Of course, I'm not sure either." He laughed a little unconfidently, and leaned towards Jiang Yan, who was listening with her eyes downcast, until their shoulders were touching, their hair entangled, and he lowered his eyes to play with Jiang Yan's fingers.

Jiang Yan glanced at the hand he was holding. They both had slender joints, but when their hands were clasped together, there was a clear contrast in size. This could be considered a special gift from their gender.

"What's the answer?" It was a question, but it sounded more like a statement when Jiang Yan said it.

"Before I reveal the answer, I want to ask you a question. Aelion used valuable scientific research data to gain the qualifications to pursue you. I might be considered taking a shortcut by using the convenience of knowing you before and giving you a lot of pocket money."

"Then why did you agree to skip the courtship process and go straight into a relationship with me? Money and past friendship can't buy you this kind of treatment, right?"

"I heard from Lu Ze and the others that compared to how Aierian was treated back then, you were much more partial to me."

This was something that Lu Ze, Xia Fei, Xu Weiran, and Liming all nodded in agreement. If there was no comparison, he wouldn't be able to tell whether there was any bias. He would only think that in Jiang Yan's world, those who were defined as pursuers or lovers would receive all the treatment he had.

Only that person gets this qualification.

With the contrast and difference, he knew that he was the one who was favored.

"Why is there a difference between me and Aelion?"

"We both want to pursue you, don't we? According to the logic of your world, perhaps I might be more of an acquaintance, but the definition of a pursuer is similar. I want to know why."

"If I knew, I could really get the answer."

He added one more sentence at the end, lest Jiang Yan feel that his question was unnecessary to answer.

Even though Jiang Yan, who would now proactively offer an extra answer, was unlikely to be in that situation again, Si Ci Zhan still made the most comprehensive preparations.

Jiang Yan was silent for a long time, looking like she was thinking about his question. Si Cizhan sat up straight and waited for her answer, as if he was ready to charge into battle.

"Actually, the answer is very simple." Jiang Yan moved the hand he was holding. Si Cizhan subconsciously tightened his fingers, but she didn't pull them out. "I could have answered your question the year I graduated from high school."

This did surprise Si Ci Zhan a little. It seemed that it was indeed related to what happened in the past. Could it really be just because he and she had known each other for a long time?

Did he guess wrong?

"What's the reason?" he asked nervously.

Jiang Yan looked into his eyes. His sharp eyebrows and bright eyes were covered by thick eyelashes, which were very obvious under the light. "Because, I don't want you to cry."

Then she asked a question that lingered until now: "You didn't cry when you returned to the army that day, did you?"

She said, frowning.

Si Ci Zhan racked his brains but couldn't figure out this reason. There was obviously a deeper reason behind this sentence, which even Jiang Yan, who said it, didn't realize.

But as an ordinary person with normal emotions, he knew.

His eyes widened in surprise, his emotions were churning for a moment, he pursed his lips, and his eyes seemed to be slightly hot again.

——He was never wishful thinking.

Immediately after hearing the question from the person in front of him, Si Ci Zhan was suddenly at a loss whether to laugh or cry, and the touching and complex emotions that had just brewed dissipated a little.

He lowered his head somewhat presumptuously on Jiang Yan's forehead, bringing the distance between them infinitely close, so close that they could clearly feel each other's breathing, so close that their eyes could only look at each other, completely occupying each other's field of vision.

"What do you think of me? How could I possibly go back to the army crying?" He whispered, and then, as Jiang Yan blinked in confusion, he tilted his head and buried his head in her neck. His warm breath fell on the fair skin of her neck. His almost crazy heartbeat still couldn't return to normal even though he was forcing his breathing to be calm. Si Cizhan closed his eyes and reached out to hold Jiang Yan in his arms.