Desperate

Cen Lu was forced to get up early today, and was dragged by his father to go fishing in the countryside.

"What kind of fish are you catching?" The slender boy lazily turned over on the bed, his legs clamped the quilt, and was about to sleep back into the cage again.

Wen Qinglan has always been unable to call him, so she could only anxiously pull the collar of his pajamas and gently touch his son's face. The gentle woman didn't know what to do with the child, so she could only whisper in his ear over and over again. Gently wake him up.

"It's alright, alright, don't act like a baby with your mother." Cen Bai didn't have Wen Qinglan's good temper, and he just lifted the quilt from his lazy son. Shivering, he sat up a little angrily on the bed.

His old man was fully armed, wearing a nylon winter jacket and a pair of overshoes, which looked a little funny.

Cen Lu couldn't help but squinted his eyes on the bed: "Dad, are you going fishing or fishing?"

"Don't be silly, go and get dressed." Cen Bai smiled and threw the outdoor sweatshirt Wen Qinglan found out to Cen Lu, "Your Uncle Gu Yaoming is also coming today, don't be late to be impolite."

Cen Lu was lazy at first, but when he heard Gu Yaoming's name, his narrowed eyes suddenly lit up. He was a little suspicious but excited to confirm: "Really? Uncle Gu is coming? It's not the old man who lied." Me?"

Cen Bai didn't have the same knowledge as him, he pushed Wen Qinglan in front of his son, Wen Qinglan was a little at a loss, looking at her husband with a gentle face asking for help, but Cen Bai didn't care, and said to Cen Lu: "You If you don't believe me, ask your mother, she won't lie."

Wen Qinglan swallowed nervously.

But before she could speak, the boy happily jumped up on the mattress: "Great, Uncle Gu and I haven't finished discussing the problem last time, so this time we just talked enough."

Hearing the protesting "squeak" of the mattress, Cen Bai felt a little jealous in his heart. This little white-eyed wolf who turned his face and refused to recognize anyone was closer to Gu Yaoming than his own father.

So he took his wife's shoulders and poured a basin of cold water on his son: "Okay, hurry up, it's too late today, get dressed and go downstairs to make some oatmeal by yourself, don't expect your mother to make you a table vegetable."

Professor Cen embraced his wife with a smile on his face, and shut the door behind his son's protests.

"Uncle Gu, can you explain why the Neumann data can predict the energy of the wave equation on a general triangle, but not on a quadrilateral?"

Cen Lu followed Gu Yaoming who was fishing on a small bench, but the young man who had always been pretentious was now like a good boy facing his teacher, his gray eyes fixed on Gu Yaoming's face, for fear of missing a trace of his expression.

Gu Yaoming glanced helplessly at the fishing rod thrown by the boy by the river, and had to try to explain it to him: "The reflection of the wave equation on the inner corners of a quadrilateral does not obey the general laws... just like blood silver, it looks It’s like a controllable substance, but if it explodes under certain conditions, the energy it can produce cannot be estimated.”

Cen Bai and his wife were setting up a barbecue grill not far away. Cen Bai piled up the charcoal neatly into a hillock and looked at the old and the young by the sparkling river. Tiao Tiao has grown so tall, and his face, which is seven or eight points similar to his own, is excitedly looking at his friend, talking about something excitedly.

The corner of Cen Bai's mouth crept into a smile at some point, it would be great if this precious son could inherit his mantle one day.

His eyes turned to his wife who was skewering the meat.Wen Qinglan quietly, wearing a pure white dress, clearly in middle age but still maintains a slender figure, she followed her husband's instructions without saying a word, skewered green peppers and white onions with pork belly on bamboo Sign it with a serious look.

Cen Bai sighed almost inaudibly.

The relationship between his virtuous wife and his son has always given him a headache.He sometimes felt that his wife was too clingy to him, as if only her husband could be accommodated in those beautiful almond eyes, and even his son had to be behind.

And Cen Lu always kept his mother at a respectful distance.

Cen Bai wasn't sure if he could persuade the son who was as stubborn as himself, so he could only start with his wife: "Honey, my hands are dirty." He shook his head when Wen Qinglan raised his eyes His hands were covered with black ash.

"I'll fetch water for you." Wen Qinglan lifted the small bucket on one side and was about to walk towards the river.

"Hey, don't, that's not what I meant." Cen Bai was a little helpless, he couldn't go over and pull her with his hands full of dirty ashes, "I'll go to the river to wash my hands later, and talk to Lao Gu by the way, your son is annoying I've been old for a long time. I'll ask Xiaolu to come and help you when the time comes."

Wen Qinglan immediately became at a loss, holding the handle of the red bucket tightly with both hands, and lowered her head in a look of bewilderment.

Cen Bai lowered his hands, and the middle-aged man's handsome face felt helpless: "I said you, after all these years, you should get closer to your son."

Wen Qinglan blew her eyes and muttered a few words: "I don't know...how to get along with that child...without you...he probably looks down on me..."

"What nonsense are you talking about?" Cen Bai interrupted her seriously, and looked over the grill seriously at his wife: "You are the woman I, Cen Bo, likes, and you are also Xiaolu's mother. If there is no you Without him, I like you so much," he said with a gentle smile in his gray eyes, "that kid is exactly the same as me, and he must love you very much."

Wen Qinglan blushed and smiled when she heard her husband's sloppy love words, she acquiesced to her husband's proposal.

She watched her husband in his 40s run down the grassy hillside like a child, walked to the river and said something to Cen Lu.Cen Lu frowned as if arguing for a few words, then still succumbed to his father's coercion, and reluctantly walked towards him.

Wen Qinglan suddenly didn't know what to do, she frantically looked for the freshly washed ingredients, and at some point her son had already walked in front of her, and called her indifferently: "Mom."

She stopped what she was doing, not knowing what to say.

There was silence between the two of them for a while, only the rustling of the spring breeze across the grass.

It was Cen Lu who coughed lightly: "Just now Dad asked me to help skewer the meat."

"Skewing meat... oh..." Wen Qinglan came back to her senses and saw that her hands were full of greasy oil. She immediately exchanged a basket of chopped vegetables for Cen Lu: "Xiao Lu, you skewer vegetables, don't mess with them." Get your hands full."

It wasn't until she finished saying this sentence that she saw the surprised look in her son's eyes, and Wen Qinglan realized that she could express her concern for Cen Lu normally without her husband.

Somewhat encouraged, she pushed the basket containing the bamboo sticks towards her son: "Xiaolu, please help mom."

Cen Bai took a peek at the happy mother and son, he had rarely seen them get along so harmoniously alone, and couldn't help but smile wickedly in front of his old friend, feeling that he had done a good job.

Gu Yaoming laughed at him while fishing again: "What's the matter? Is my wife and son hot on the kang? See, it makes you happy."

The fishing rod in Cen Bai's hand moved, he raised his eyebrows, and with both hands, a perch with shiny golden scales was pulled into the air by the fishing line, and it was still struggling, splashing water all over Gu Yaoming's body.

Gu Yaoming sniffed the fishy smell on his body, and said helplessly, "Even God takes care of you."

"Stop coming here." Cen Bai glanced at him, unhooked the fat fish from the hook and put it in the bucket, "Old Gu, don't compete with me every day, besides not having a wife, what are you worse than me? "

"Your mouth is really bad." Gu Yaoming pretended to be angry, "My son is only so old, and he is still clamoring for milk in the cradle. How can he compare with that handsome man of yours?" He looked far away Cen Lu, who was busy stringing vegetables, pouted.

"You don't know, the boy grows up and gets more troublesome." Cen Bai said with a smile, "I don't know why I just don't deal with his mother every day."

Who knows that Gu Yaoming answered this question very seriously: "Your son is a rare genius, you must know that geniuses always think differently from ordinary people, and don't expect him to understand the thoughts of ordinary people Even if he understands, he doesn't bother to accommodate others."

"Just like you, right?" Cen Bo was dissatisfied with his words, and curled his lips as he watched the perch flopping about in the bucket.

"Yes." Gu Yaoming admitted cheekily, "If it weren't for this, Xiangyao's mother wouldn't have left me behind, and I wouldn't have..." He paused, "From Bangguo Escape here."

Cen Bai knew that he poked someone's sore spot, and regretted it in his heart: "It's all in the past, don't take it to heart. Besides, Xiangyao was also delivered smoothly, and you have nothing to worry about in Bangguo."

"Yes." Thinking of this, Gu Yaoming still smiled, and mentioned another person with a grateful look: "It's still thanks to my old friend Bangguo, if he didn't do something on my file Things, I can’t escape here even if I’m tied to death by the Banguo people.”

Cen Bai was a little curious: "He didn't come?"

"No," Gu Yaoming looked disappointed, "He is a member of the military, how could it be so easy for him to immigrate like me, if he wants to immigrate."

After Gu Yaoming finished speaking, he saw Cen Bai's embarrassed expression, and felt a little bit sorry for himself, so the two old men planned to have a relaxing chat, so as to cover up the embarrassment.

"Speaking of the military, have you heard that the weird-tempered guy in the neurology department, the one surnamed Wu, recently resigned, and it is said that he is going to the country." Cen Bo said.

"Ah, I know." Gu Yaoming suddenly realized, but Cen Bai found it strange that it was not easy to have an acquaintance with Gu Yaoming's temperament of keeping his ears shut: "You know him."

"I have collaborated on research projects before, and I think this guy has a bright future." Gu Yaoming said, with undisguised admiration in his eyes, "People are very smart, and they are not easily distracted by what they have. Such a person can accomplish great things."

"I also said, when did Professor Gu become so tolerant to people?" Cen Bai smiled, "It turns out that he is from the same way."

"Professor Wu was still researching psychological interventions across industries a while ago," Gu Yaoming shook his head, "I really didn't expect to change careers so soon, it's a loss to our scientific community."

"Just the little money we earn," Cen Bai smiled heartily, "It's no wonder that he is in politics. Didn't you say that Professor Wu is a smart man."

The two men, whose combined age was almost ninety, chatted for a long time about other people's gossip, and the topic turned to work for some reason.Although Cen Bai knew that Gu Yaoming's research project had signed a confidentiality agreement, he still couldn't help but ask:

"By the way, Gu, how did your experiment on blood silver energy go?"