Fall in love with the ex Bai Yueguang

On the morning of the first day, Shen Zhichuan was invited to participate in a roundtable. He led Xie Li and Cheng Guang to receive a name tag at the entrance of the main venue, and released the two students.

It was the first time for Xie Li and Cheng Guang to come to this kind of occasion. After receiving the programbook, they turned it up on the spot. They were simply two star chasing girls who were looking for their idols on the program list of the platter concert.

"Brother, I want to hear this. This is the author on the July cover of Nature. Wow, her theme this time is Zhu Zhaohuan's densitywave—"

"Li, look at the one below. This person is the one who discovered the relationship between metallicity fluctuations and binary stellar galaxies. I believe he is still studying for a Ph. D. this year. He is too young. I am so jealous."

It took a long time for Xie Li to turn to their group.

Their schedule was arranged on the next day's panel 17, and there was a one-inch photo of the two of them in the profile column.

Their panel is not in the main venue of this hotel, but in another hotel next to it.Due to the large number of participants, there are more than a dozen groups of different topics going on at the same time every day.The organizer spent a lot of money and booked all the conference halls in several nearby places.

The two men were standing in a corner of the hall with their heavy programbooks in their hands, whispering, not paying attention to the tall man with slightly darker complexion who stopped beside them.

Until Xie Li pointed to the name of Carson Cox on the last page of the printed matter, he couldn't help asking: "Hey, isn't he doing high-energy physics? Why did he come to attend the astrophysics conference?"

Cheng Guang was about to shake his head to express his ignorance, when the person standing next to him suddenly interrupted: "I'm here to present the award."

He speaks English with a slight accent.

Xie Li looked up, isn't this the person he pointed at just now?

Talking about people behind their backs and being caught, Xie Li felt so embarrassed.

Cheng Guang was so surprised that he almost covered his mouth and screamed.He only took a long look at Carson Cox at the last meeting at Lanzhou University. He didn't expect that this time the great god himself would come to talk to them, and he readily agreed to his request for a group photo and autograph.

Xie Li had no choice but to act as a photographer, seeing Cheng Guang smiling like a dog's tail flower in the camera.

Carson returned the signed programbook to Cheng Guang, and asked him, "Where did your mentor go?"

Holding the signed manual, Cheng Guang was so beautiful that he betrayed Shen Zhichuan happily: "Our tutor went to the meeting room on the third floor to participate in the roundtable, and we couldn't get in, so we wandered outside."

The roundtable meeting is by invitation only, and the specific time and conference hall are not printed in the programbook manual.

Xie Li tugged at Cheng Guang's shirt sleeve, trying to stop him, but Cheng Guang didn't receive it at all.

Carson nodded to show that he understood, turned his head and took out a notepad and pen from his arms, quickly wrote down a series of numbers, tore off the page and handed it to Xie Li: "Alex asked me to take care of you, call me if there is something wrong phone."

Xie Li paused for half a second before remembering that Tan Ke had mentioned something to him.

Carson obviously came here specifically to talk and complete Tan Ke's entrustment, and he walked away swaggeringly as soon as the matter was explained.

Cheng Guang couldn't hold back the gossip, pulled Xie Li and asked, "Li, do you know him?"

Xie Li put away the note and put it in his notebook, not intending to use it: "Tan Ke is Alex, and he used to be in the same school as him."

Cheng Guang opened his mouth.

Xie Li went on to say: "Mr. Cox and the teacher used to be alumni." He looked at Cheng Guang with some sympathy, "Tan Ke said that the teacher hates him very much."

The roundtable that Shen Zhichuan attended was a closed-door meeting of an international joint observation project.He wasn't supposed to come, but the leading scholar of the Chinese group who was supposed to come really didn't have time. It just so happened that Shen Zhichuan had followed this project from the beginning, so he stopped by to hear what was going on.

Most of the people present were experts in the circle who were of the same generation as Shen Zhichuan's mentor, and they had profound qualifications.As a junior, Shen Zhichuan had no intention of speaking, and just listened quietly and took notes throughout the whole process.

The meeting was not going well, and someone told me to stop and take a break, and I will continue in the afternoon.

Shen Zhichuan put away his notebook and planned to go out to get some air.

Sitting next to him was an elderly old professor who suddenly stopped Shen Zhichuan when he got up: "Are you a colleague of Professor Zhang from the Chinese group?"

The old professor pouted at the nameplate in front of Shen Zhichuan's seat, "I see you haven't spoken all this time."

Shen Zhichuan bent slightly towards the other party, and said: "The speeches of the professors are very exciting, I have benefited a lot, and it is too late to form my own new point of view."

The old professor pursed his lips and smiled, as if he was very happy with this kind of flattery.He looked at Shen Zhichuan for a while, and suddenly showed doubts: "I think you look familiar, but I'm sure this is the first time I've heard your name, it's so strange."

Shen Zhichuan smiled politely: "Maybe it's because my work was lucky enough to be on your desk." He didn't intend to continue the conversation, so he ended the topic politely, "I'm going out to make a phone call, excuse me."

He stood up, bent down to pick up the handbag hanging on the corner of the table, and when he pushed away the chair and was about to leave his seat, he saw a tall brown-haired man standing at the door of the meeting room.

Shen Zhichuan knew that Carson would be here, and was ready to meet him.But when the other party suddenly appeared in front of his eyes, he still couldn't help being taken aback.

Just at this moment, the old professor slapped him hard behind him: "I remembered, do you know Carson Cox? There is a photo on his desk, that person looks very similar to you, almost—"

"No, I don't know him." Shen Zhichuan interrupted him without looking back, "Maybe I just have a public face."

Shen Zhichuan came out with his bag, and passed by Carson who was standing at the door without even looking at him.

Carson chased after him, keeping up with his hurried steps: "Sheen, can I buy you lunch?"

Shen Zhichuan stopped in his tracks: "I have a condition."

Carson looked at him, Shen Zhichuan's ruthless look had an extraordinarily charming flavor.

"Don't associate me with your name in any form, including putting my photo in your office, your wallet, and any place related to you." Shen Zhichuan said, "You promised, I Have dinner with you."

It's just in time for lunch, the locals are not active at work, and eating No.1.As soon as it's meal time, they immediately flood the streets.

Shen Zhichuan was taken by Carson, and he went to three restaurants in a row, and finally found a place in a small restaurant specializing in black bean rice.

Shen Zhichuan picked up a chair casually and waved away the flies on it.

"Maybe I should treat you to dinner tonight, and change to a place with a better environment." Carson apologized.

Shen Zhichuan was unmoved, and even felt a little ridiculous: "There is no need to pay attention to this between me and you, and it's not like I haven't eaten worse places."

Carson smiled wryly: "Yes, you used to go to those small street shops."

The waiter brought a pot of dark things, Shen Zhichuan subconsciously frowned.

Carson then introduced: "It doesn't look good, but it tastes good."

Shen Zhichuan didn't speak, he scooped two spoonfuls of unclear contents from the pot, tried hard to identify but failed, so he had to put it in his mouth to suit his scalp.

He'll know what it is when it's in his mouth—probably some animal's tongue.

Shen Zhichuan didn't care about being unsightly, he took out a tissue and spit out all the things in his mouth, picked up the water glass and poured a few sips of water to wash away the weird feeling in his mouth

"Sorry," Shen Zhichuan put down his water glass, "I don't eat animal tongues."

Carson froze.He moved his lips but made no sound, as if he wanted to say something but couldn't.

Shen Zhichuan waved to the waiter, then turned to Carson and said, "I've never eaten this kind of thing. Sorry, I'll pay for this meal as an apology."

His polite manner was more difficult for Carson to accept than resentment.

Carson hurriedly stood up, turned around and pressed Shen Zhichuan's hand to take out his wallet, and even spoke incoherently: "We can change places——No, I should be sorry, I didn't know you don't eat these things."

Shen Zhichuan didn't feel like arguing with him, so he pulled his hand away and put the wallet back: "I mentioned it once before, maybe you forgot." He looked at Carson, "Ten years have passed after all."

Carson was dumbfounded again.

The waitress came over to put down the bill, saw that the food on the table of the two of them was barely touched, and said something. Carson shook his head and paid.The waiter shrugged and walked away.

Carson stood there, not intending to leave, nor to sit back in his seat.He just stood beside Shen Zhichuan, like a child lost from his parents on the street, looking very at a loss.

Shen Zhichuan suddenly felt that he was very pitiful, that kind of hateful pity that young people do all kinds of evil and are old and lonely.

But he didn't even hold a grudge against Carson now.

He sighed slightly and said, "We shouldn't see each other again. Forcibly sitting together will do no one any good. No matter what you want to do, it won't make any sense after ten years."

Carson looked at him pleadingly. "I—I just wanted to apologize. I didn't apologize properly last time."

Shen Zhichuan shook his head: "I don't need it. If you have to apologize to feel comfortable, then go dig a hole."

He paused, and then said, "I've already started to fall in love. I also wish you the best of luck in finding a lover in the future."

After he finished speaking, he left without looking back.

It was already late at night when Fang Xian arrived at the hotel where Shen Zhichuan was staying.

His visa was issued one day late, and as a result, he didn't get the same flight as Shen Zhichuan, so he had to take the next flight.I flew alone for nearly [-] hours and changed planes twice before arriving in Rio.

Shen Zhichuan put on a coat and went down to the hotel lobby to pick up people.

When Fang Xian saw him, he started to lose his life: "Chuan Chuan, you don't even know, I came with a tour group, and my head was cracked due to the quarrel. It was too late to arrive in Frankfurt, and I almost missed the next trip."

Shen Zhichuan stood in the elevator room waiting for the elevator, holding Fang Xian's passport in his left hand, pushing Fang Xian's box in his right hand, and a living creature in the shape of a human being that could not walk on his body.

Fortunately, it was night, and there were not many people using the elevator.

Shen Zhichuan poked Fang Xian's face with his passport: "I ran into Carson today."

Fang Xian stood up straight all of a sudden, and asked nervously, "Have you guys talked yet?"

Shen Zhichuan deliberately teased him: "I told you, we went to eat together."

Shen Zhichuan waited for Fang Xian to jump, but the man fell silent after listening.He couldn't help but look back, and saw Fang Xian standing beside him, with his head down, picking at the label on his suitcase with his hands, looking very aggrieved and childish.

Shen Zhichuan smiled and added the second half of the sentence: "He ordered a plate of dark food, and there was an animal's tongue in it."

There is an obvious response here.He raised his head, showing surprise and a little vigilance: "Didn't you not eat those things?"

The elevator has arrived.

Shen Zhichuan went in first pushing the box, Fang Xian followed behind and accused him: "You don't eat those things at home, why did you eat them when you met him? Chuanchuan, why are you like this?"

Shen Zhichuan's depression that had been suppressed for a whole day finally dissipated in the joy of playing tricks on Fang Xian.

He just likes to see that Fang Xian is obviously a smart person, but he always turns into a fool in front of him.

He is just that boring.

Shen Zhichuan stuffed the passport into Fang Xian's coat pocket, and freed up a hand to hold Fang Xian's arm: "Since you said I don't want to eat it, why should I eat it?"

Fang Xian's mind was dull after flying for a day and a half, and then he realized that Shen Zhichuan was just teasing him, so he was even more aggrieved: "Chuan Chuan——"

"Well, I'm here." Shen Zhichuan reached out and hooked Fang Xian's neck, kissed him deeply, and said against his lips: "There is no topic I care about in the first panel tomorrow morning, so you can get up later."

The author has something to say:--

Carson: A seed is planted in spring, a tree grows in autumn, and leaves fall from the tree, and each leaf is saying "sorry-sorry-sorry"

Fang Xian: It's a pity that you tm don't write about horror.