Annihilation of the solar system

During this period, Lao Liu called his son, but either turned off his phone or did not answer. Later, he also called his son's teacher Zhou Cheng, but the result was that his phone was also turned off. Although Zhou Cheng also called him back later, but from the phone

I felt that the other party was in a hurry, so I simply asked about my son's situation and hung up the phone.

After thinking about it, Lao Liu was really worried, so he boarded the plane to Beijing. As a result, he still couldn't contact his son. Finally, he was recognized by a teacher while wandering around the door of the office of the Department of Theoretical Physics. With her help, he finally entered.

Arrive at my son's dormitory.

The dormitory is a two-bedroom house, and Lao Liu has been here several times before. As soon as he opened the door, before he had a moment to rest, the scene in front of him really surprised him. The living room was messy, and the sofa

There were quilts and pillows thrown on the floor, and there were several cups on the coffee table, some of which still contained unfinished water and drinks.

Daily necessities were also scattered everywhere, and the scene in the study was even more shocking. There were high and low piles of books everywhere, messy papers on the desk, and various manuscript papers covered with tacks on the wall.

The situation in the bedroom is similar. The only difference is that on a small display cabinet next to the wardrobe, there are several model cars that Mr. Liu has brought here over the years.

The spotless appearance of those models was in sharp contrast to the gray objects around them. Old Liu began to clean up the messy daily necessities, and he was very surprised. Liu Chaowen has been able to take care of his own life since he was a child, and he is well organized both in study and life.

Orderly, this is something Chaowen has not changed since he was 6 years old.

When he came over during the Spring Festival last year, everything was in order, but why did it suddenly become like this? At this moment, the door opened, and Lao Liu walked to the living room and saw that it was his son Liu Chaowen who came in. He saw that Jiuwei was masked

Old Liu was excited and excited. He put aside his doubts and went to take a bag from his son:

"Chaowen, you're back. I haven't been able to contact you during this period, and I feel really worried. My employer asked me to take leave and came over to see you. How are you? Are you okay?"

When Liu Chaowen saw his father appearing in the dormitory, there was no expression on his face. But a look of surprise flashed across his eyes. The look slowly retreated like a burned out match, and finally returned to the previous calm:

"Oh, I'm very busy at this time, so I may not have seen your call."

After saying that, he walked straight to the bedroom, put down his backpack, took out some information and put it directly on the bed where there were already many books. Lao Liu felt a little confused about his son's attitude and followed in:

"Chaowen, look at what your room is like. No matter how busy you are, you can't turn your sleeping area into a desk."

Liu Chaowen did not raise his eyes to look at him, and said in a calm voice:

"I have a special project that is very tight. I haven't been back for several days. I'll just clean it up in a moment. You also saw that I'm fine. If you have nothing to do, you can go back."

This surprised Old Liu. The previous attitude of speaking was unprecedented in the time when their father and son got along. Since his son went to Beijing to attend college, every time Old Liu came to visit him, he was overjoyed. He has always been

He kept Lao Liu here for a little longer, but this time he actually asked Lao Liu to leave quickly.

He swallowed his saliva, looked at the unfamiliar son in front of him and said:

"Um...Chaowen, you haven't been sick since last time. Have you ever gone to the hospital for a checkup?"

Liu Chaowen was startled, his face tilted slightly, as if he didn't know what Old Liu was talking about. Then he continued what he was doing, and after a while he said as if he was white water:

"Oh, no more."

Lao Liu felt that he could hardly recognize the person in front of him except for his appearance. He felt a little panicked, not knowing whether his son had suddenly grown up or for some other reason. He stood at the door of the bedroom speechless for a while, and felt even more confused.

It's heart-wrenching.

He felt a cold breath coming from the room, making it difficult to breathe. He didn't know what to do, and he didn't even know if he should just pick up the bag and leave.

There is indeed nothing wrong with his son, but he no longer recognizes the son who depends on him for life.

His eyes swept across the messy room, and finally fell on the clean and neatly arranged model cars. Old Liu said with some disappointment:

"It's good to see that you are fine, and I feel relieved. Oh, by the way, I saw that you put back the missing nuts on your LC80 model car. Those were the ones I used from the factory.

It’s made of inch screws, and nuts are hard to find.”

Having said this, Liu Chaowen suddenly stopped what he was doing and suddenly raised his head to look at the models. He looked at those cars with a somewhat vicious look.

The look in his son's eyes made Lao Liu feel a little scared. It lasted for a few seconds and then he shuddered. He turned to look at his father who was standing at the door with a lost expression. A very complicated expression appeared on his face, as if he was struggling.

What.

Old Liu saw something was wrong and walked up to ask him. Liu Chaowen stood up and took a few steps back until he knocked over a pile of books on the stool. Old Liu nervously went up and grabbed Liu Chaowen's arm and found that he was shaking non-stop.

:

"Chaowen, what's wrong with you?"

Liu Chaowen slowly came back to his senses from the struggling and frightened state just now, and his face returned to the expression that Liu Chaowen was familiar with. Liu Chaowen, who came back to his senses, looked at his father in panic:

"Dad... I'm sorry... I was too confused just now... I don't know what happened to me just now... I may have been too tired recently...

..."

Lao Liu was half relieved. He asked his son to sit down by the bed, and then sat next to him:

"There is work to be done, but your body is more important. I am only your son. If you are exhausted, what will I do to your father?"

There was a trace of tears in the corner of Liu Chaowen's eyes. He didn't speak but looked at his father's face that was engraved with time in silence. Old Liu stood up and started to clean up Liu Chaowen's room:

"There must be a lot of important information in your room, and I don't dare mess it up for you. I'll just collect the things that are relevant to your life, and you can take care of the other things yourself.

You have been a well-organized child since you were a child. Although the old house we lived in was dilapidated, it was still very neat. You would not have lived in a house like this when you were a child."

Liu Chaowen smiled awkwardly, stood up and started to clean up the room:

"Dad, what you said is true. However, I don't know what happened to me during this time. Sometimes I think of cleaning up the room, but I forget it in the blink of an eye. When I think about it, I focus on academics again.

Maybe it's just that I'm too tired from work.

The father and son were tidying up the messy room in a happy atmosphere. Liu Chaowen was sorting out piles of information:

"Something really big happened during this period, very big. I can't tell you yet, I hope it's a false alarm."

Old Liu said while classifying daily necessities:

"No matter how big your problem is, you still haven't had enough time to eat, sleep, and clean up after yourself."

When Liu Chaowen heard his father talk about eating, he felt empty in his stomach:

"As soon as you said I was really hungry, let's go downstairs and eat. The roast duck restaurant you said was delicious last time was still open, so let's hurry up."

Seeing his son return to the familiar appearance, he put down the mental arithmetic he mentioned. However, he always felt that something was wrong, and he couldn't explain the reason.