Autistic genius, a flourishing era of scientific research

There was some fog near the research institute in the morning. Before daybreak, the originally dark night sky became much brighter. The sky was deep blue and the moonlight seemed to dim.

The moon is no longer as bright as a silver thread.

The group prepared to leave.

Jiang Yan followed Si Cizhan into the military vehicle, and they walked together for a while on the way out.

The morning wind was a little cold, so Si Ci Zhan only opened a finger-wide gap in the car window, and looked up at the sky outside the window with his extremely beautiful eyes.

It was somewhat similar in color to Jiang Yan's skirt last night.

He was sitting in the back seat of the car, wearing a straight military uniform, with his legs crossed, holding Jiang Yan's hand on his legs. Jiang Yan was sleeping on his shoulder.

Jiang Xiaowen was on the other side, leaning leisurely against the window. He didn't open the window, and a meaningful look appeared on his handsome face. He clicked his tongue twice and glanced at Si Cizhan, thinking that the two of them were very affectionate.

He felt like a light bulb and almost felt uncomfortable sitting in the car.

There must have been a nail stuck under his butt, and he couldn't help wanting to move, preferably under the car.

"Don't make noise." Si Cizhan's voice was clear and soft, not cold but rather inexplicably gentle. He even disliked Jiang Xiaowen's two sighs. He glanced at Jiang Yan and saw that she was sleeping soundly, so he didn't say anything.

When the two groups went their separate ways, Jiang Yan was carried by Si Cizhan back to the car that Guoan had sent them in.

We had to keep it secret when we came here, but we don’t have to be so secretive when we go back this time.

They will then go directly along the scientific research road that was specially built on the national highway during their previous collaboration.

The military vehicle left behind the National Security vehicle. Si Cizhan lowered the window and watched the vehicle in front gradually disappear from his sight.

"I came back to my senses and it was already gone."

Jiang Xiaowen called him, then glanced at Si Cizhan's wrist meaningfully:

"The new terminal Yanyan gave me? Open it and see what new features it has?"

Si Cizhan wore the terminal on his wrist, it was so obvious, as if he was afraid that no one would know that Jiang Yan had given him a gift.

"You didn't give me any," Jiang Xiaowen shook his head, pretending to be sad. "Why don't you lend me your new terminal for a few days? Make it up to me on behalf of Yanyan. If it weren't for you, Yanyan wouldn't ignore me, her brother."

"You wanted to tell her directly." Si Cizhan glanced at him calmly, "She prepared it because she heard me say I liked it."

"Oh~"

In order to satisfy Jiang Xiaowen's curiosity, Si Cizhan took the terminal screen out of the bracelet.

When the things arrived in their hands, they were both stunned.

What was taken out from the terminal bracelet was not the terminal screen as the two had thought, but a gun that emitted a cold aura.

The gun looked completely different from the guns in the army. It was a weapon that gave off a sense of danger just by looking at it. It had the handsomeness of a metallic firearm, but was completely black. Under the car lights, there was no light at all, as if it was an abyss that could swallow up light.

Si Ci Zhan suddenly remembered.

A few months before he came here, he and Jiang Yan separated and he stayed alone in Sijiu City to deal with his parents' divorce.

That night, Jiang Yan took over his previous task of finding topics to talk about and chatted with him awkwardly.

After he feigned boredom, she took a pen and paper and drew a scribbled, simple diagram of a gun.

She asked him if he liked it.

He said he liked it.

But he was talking about people, Jiang Yan didn't notice anything, but just kept it in mind.

Now give him this gun.

The sketch that was barely recognizable at the time has now become a finished product.

Si Ci Zhan stroked the gun, a smile flashing in his deep eyes.

If it was a terminal, Jiang Xiaowen could play with it or not, but if it was a gun, he had to touch it, and said quickly:

"Let's go, let's go back to the troops and test this gun!"

Si Ci Zhan did not comment, lowered his eyes and put the gun back into the weapon box shaped like a terminal bracelet. The soldier driving in front also heard that Boss Jiang gave their captain a gun.

I got excited and drove a little faster.

……

Not long after returning to Beijing, Jiang Yan received an invitation.

It is the wedding invitation of Song Yuwei and Si Xiao.

Zhao Fangfang was confused when she took it, and there seemed to be a few big words written on her face: Are these two people sick?

Jiang Yan was asked to attend their second marriage wedding.

Although she was someone who had only planned to remarry but never actually did, you two divorced and remarried a few months later.

And then get married again?

Everyone in the city who received the invitation felt it was crazy.

Even Mr. Si was so angry that he scolded Si Xiao, and then for the first time he lectured Song Yuwei and asked her to control Si Xiao.

The wedding was still held, and it was on a holiday. A lot of people were invited and it was a grand celebration.

Of course Jiang Yan had no interest in going, but when the invitation arrived, Zhao Fangfang went in her place.

The scene was extremely lively. Si Xiao and Song Yuwei even changed into Chinese wedding attire, cheongsams and suits, and put on makeup, looking ageless. It really looked like the atmosphere of their first marriage.

Zhao Fangfang could see that Song Yuwei seemed to be still hesitating about something, while Si Xiao, on the other hand, was obviously happy.

The two of them specifically talked to Zhao Fangfang for a few more words. Song Yuwei asked about Jiang Yansi's resignation from the battle, and Zhao Fangfang shook her head and said she didn't know.

She really didn't know that after Zhao Fangfang asked Si Cizhan that time, she stopped interfering in the affairs of the two young people.

She only wanted the person Jiang Yan chose to have the ability to bring happiness to her daughter. As for whether or not to choose, she would not interfere. That was her daughter's own choice.

Besides, there was no point in her intervening. It went without saying that Yanyan wouldn't listen to her.

Worrying too much may make the already ordinary mother-daughter relationship even more distant.

After attending Si Xiao and Song Yuwei's wedding, Zhao Fangfang and Aunt Wang prepared dinner together when they returned home. After Jiang Yan came back and had dinner, she still expressed her doubts:

"I noticed that Song Yuwei seems to be particularly concerned about you and Si Cizhan all of a sudden. The Si family has been going through divorces and grand weddings over the past year, which doesn't seem right. She even asked a lot about you and Si Cizhan at the wedding today. Yanyan, Mommy feels that these things are not right."

Jiang Yan had just finished taking a shower and was waiting for news from Si Ci Zhan on the sofa. Her inky black hair fell on her shoulders covered by her white nightgown. In one hand, she held a piece of medical information brought back from the company's research institute. Her eyes were lowered, her expression was calm, and her whole body exuded a coldness that seemed indifferent to the world.

She took a page.

"Don't worry about it. No matter how the Si family makes a fuss, just don't involve Si Cizhan."

Seeing that she had her own ideas, Zhao Fangfang patted her head and said, "Just make up your mind."

After saying this, Zhao Fangfang opened the terminal and prepared to sit on the sofa with Jiang Yan for a while.

But Jiang Yan said with some doubt:

"You and Huanhuan's father are not planning to get married?"

"Not getting married anymore." Zhao Fangfang found it funny. It had been so many years since this happened, and she had already finished college. Why did she suddenly remember to ask about it now? "The first time Mom wanted to marry your dad, it was because she loved him. The second time, it was because she liked having someone to rely on and could make life easier."

"Now Mom has gotten over that hurdle, and you've grown up. Because of your fame, my originally small company now has several branches, all thanks to my daughter Yanyan's amazing ability."

"Your changes are beyond my expectations. They all ask me how I raised you, but I don't think you look like I raised you."

"After you come into contact with the world and stop turning a blind eye and a deaf ear to others, you make yourself like this."

"Oh, right, Mommy needs your help." Zhao Fangfang remembered something. "Huanhuan and I founded a charity organization to help parents whose children have been lost or abducted find their children. But some have been missing for so long that we might not even recognize them if we find them. I heard that hospitals can now test for blood relationships, but if the test shows no blood relationship, both parents and children will be disappointed. Especially the children who have been rescued and found."

"I was wondering if there is a better way to more easily determine whether they are related?"

Jiang Yan leaned back on the sofa, squinting her eyes as she thought. Zhao Fangfang kept silent so as not to disturb her. After a while, she heard her slightly indifferent voice:

"Sure. I'll arrange it for you."

This matter should probably come to an end, and then Zhao Fangfang heard her ask again:

"Aren't you going to find someone else to marry?"

Zhao Fangfang was stunned. Jiang Yan seemed a little different tonight.

Maybe she's talking more, or her attitude is slightly different, or her focus is different from before?

Her gaze was as calm as the clouds on the distant mountains, containing a clear pond that would never be disturbed. She was as cold as jade and as gentle as the breeze. She leaned back on the sofa, her body relaxed, waiting for Zhao Fangfang's answer. Her bony hands had already closed the document.

The information was casually put aside.

Zhao Fangfang looked at her. Even though this was her own daughter, she had to admit that she was extremely beautiful. No wonder everyone in the company, regardless of gender, age, or whether they were just looking at the face or the hard-working types, were all obsessed with her. Whenever their daughter appeared in the newspaper, they would immediately buy a bunch of pictures of her and keep them for their own collections.

When reading the newspaper, look at the pictures first, and then look at Yanyan’s new breakthroughs in research.

Because the company's boss is Jiang Yan's mother, every time Jiang Yan appears in the newspaper, the people under Zhao Fangfang will celebrate quickly and give Zhao Fangfang gifts.

Zhao Fangfang gave everyone a day off, and everyone had a dinner together to celebrate.

It's as if his own company has come up with new research.

"Are you concerned about your mother?" Zhao Fangfang asked in surprise.

Jiang Yan pursed her lips for a moment and nodded: "No need?"

Zhao Fangfang opened her eyes wider as she looked at her calm and picturesque face.

If the hardships of her youth allowed her to see the world because of danger, then now, Jiang Yan truly sees the people in this world again.

why?

Zhao Fangfang could only come up with one answer in her mind: because of Si Cizhan.

He taught Jiang Yan, or rather, it was through him that Jiang Yan paid attention to the people in the world.

She will never be alone again, even if Si Ci Zhan breaks up with her one day.

Zhao Fangfang laughed happily and said, "Of course we need to! Then tonight, mother and daughter, let's not do any work and just chat!"

"can."

**

"I had a detailed discussion with my mother about some family matters today."

"It's different from chatting with you. It's a bit boring, but we can still chat."

Si Cizhan looked at the two messages sent by Jiang Yan and thought for a moment before connecting with her.

"Why are you suddenly chatting about family matters with Aunt Zhao? Yanyan, do you want to get married? Are you trying to learn about it in advance and prepare for it?"

"If we get married, you don't have to define it according to the usual family definitions. Aunt Zhao thinks you don't have to worry about what you need to do in a family. We can figure it out on our own and don't have to completely imitate the model of our elders."

After Jiang Yan confessed her love to him, the distance between them was obviously closer. Si Ci Zhan occasionally thought about these things.

When I saw her message, I thought we were on the same page, but I also felt that she had made a misunderstanding.

Jiang Yan shook her head. "No, I found that chatting with you about these meaningless topics is also quite good, so I tried it on other people, but it didn't work very well."

Si Cizhan was stunned for a moment, then quickly figured out the key point. He couldn't help but smile, and then said:

"Well, let's make a deal. If you still want to use common sense and interact with the people around you, no matter who they are, tell me about it later. That way, even if it's meaningless, wouldn't it make things more interesting?"

Jiang Yan thought briefly, and then lightly tapped the pen in her hand with her bony fingers: "I understand."

Si Cizhan tapped Jiang Yan's face on the terminal screen, and then asked her about what happened after she returned to Sijiu City.

The two of them left the research institute separately. Whether he returned to the army or Jiang Yan returned to the city, they both had things to do first. This was the first video communication they had since they separated.

"The institute's laboratory needs some modifications, so no new research will begin yet. Also, your parents are getting married," Jiang Yan said, "and they sent me an invitation."

Si Ci Zhan was stunned after hearing this, and it took him a while to process what he said before he understood.

"I haven't heard anything about this. Did they hold a new wedding? And then they sent you an invitation? Did you go?"

Si Cizhan was full of doubts. Perhaps it was his occupational disease, but his first reaction when he heard it was that something was fishy and there must be something fishy going on.

Jiang Yan was silent for a moment, her eyes as calm as a deep pool swept over Si Cizhan's expression without any emotion, and she spoke in a slightly light tone: "No."

She sat on the sofa in her bedroom, with documents on her legs, her face expressionless. The warm light enveloped her, highlighting the extreme calmness and ruthlessness in her eyes. She clearly had no emotions, but it was precisely that kind of indifference that could make people afraid.

When Si Cizhan heard that she didn't go, a smile appeared on his face: "That's good that he didn't go. There must be a reason why my dad did some things."

"They're remarrying with a big bash, which isn't my mom's style. If it were a normal remarriage, my dad would definitely listen to her. Yanyan, I can't be by your side, so please pay attention to the invitation my dad has someone send you."

Jiang Yan thought of the invitation. It was not written on ordinary paper, but was of exquisite style. When she opened it, she could smell a faint scent of ink. The words were written with a brush, and the ink did not seem to be ordinary ink.

Jiang Yan didn't know much about ordinary pens and inks, let alone the ink used for writing with a brush.

"No problem. I checked, and there's nothing harmful or anything else hidden in the invitation."

Si Cizhan didn't expect that the problem she was talking about was this: "Don't worry, there is definitely no problem with the invitation, and it won't contain anything that would harm a scientific genius."

"Besides, even if it was sent by my father, the National Security personnel around you would definitely check it beforehand. Even if he is the Director of National Security, the National Security personnel will know to follow the rules when giving you something."

"It's just that I think the invitation and the wedding are just a signal." Si Cizhan couldn't figure out what his father was up to. "Yanyan, if there's anything else, tell me immediately. I'll try to pay more attention to the terminal information during this period."

"Are you saying there's a conspiracy?" Jiang Yan understood what he meant, but her tone didn't seem to care. Her emotionless tone sounded indifferent. "I'll have people pay attention."

It seems like there is a kind of arrogance that disregards all conspiracies.

Si Ci Zhan was stunned when he heard this. He knew that she really didn't care. She probably didn't even look at his father, so she wouldn't pay any attention to him.

The moon was high in the sky. Jiang Yan was chatting with Si Cizhan on the sofa. She squinted her eyes and yawned. Si Cizhan urged her to go to bed.

A few gusts of night wind came in through the open balcony window, rolling up the tassels of the curtains hanging by the window.