Your Distance

After coming out of the hospital, Ting Shuang drove to the square in the center of the city for a while, and digested the sadness brought out from the ward by himself. Then he bought hot coffee and returned to the hotel to comfort Bai, who was working all day. Changyi.

"Baby." Ting Shuang kissed Bo Changyi in the past and diligently squeezed the shoulders of the free labor. "How is the progress? Do you remember the years when you applied for scientific research funding?"

"Not the same." Bai Changyi called up the document. "No one was supervising before and it is not as efficient as it is now."

"You're finished? Which big world do you come from?" Ting Shuang marveled. "But why was it written in English?"

After asking, he immediately wanted to understand. Bo Changyi usually writes textbooks, essays, and project plans. However, whenever professional writing is involved, it is in English and German. Now if it is written in Chinese, it must be slow. Maybe not as accurate as in English.

Ting Shuang flipped through the pages to quickly browse the general content, and said, "Would you like me to translate? Go and take a break."

"You are not a professional translator," said Bo Changyi, "roborun has professional translators and gives them the English version directly. The communication with lr has always been directly in English."

"Well." Ting Shuang should answer, sit on Bai Changyi's thigh, hold the laptop and continue to look at the documents.

"How is your dad?" Park Chang asked.

After entering the court, Frost has not mentioned Zhu Ao.

"... Not so good." Ting Shuang said, "Waking up is awake, but it is unlikely to recover as before. I coaxed him today to say that he can fully recover, but in fact the doctor said that he may have to sit for a long time after In a wheelchair, walking after rehabilitation is definitely worse than ordinary people, and may require crutches. "

Speaking of this, Ting Shuang put down the computer, turned around, and wrapped her legs around Bai Changyi's waist: "There are still ten days, and you will be back to Germany in ten days. Hmm ... so we ..."

"What are you going to do?" Bo Changyi said.

"I think ... we need to be offsite for a while," Ting Shuang said.

"Okay, I see." Bo Changyi said.

Ting Shuang kissed Bo Changyi: "Are you all right?"

"No." Bo Changyi kissed back. "I believe you are fine."

After the two ended the kiss, they split up and went back to work.

Bai Changyi still has to deal with the things in lr, and Ting Shuang has to sort out his speculation about the roborun situation and think about corresponding solutions.

"Compared with 'human studies', I suddenly feel that robotics is not difficult to learn." Ting Shuang wrote and drew for a few hours, and suddenly groaned, "Humans are too **** complicated."

Bai Changyi looked at it in the past, and Ting Shuang even drew a network of intertwined interests. The central figure was Zhu Ao, and the surrounding figures all marked the relevant interests and the means that might be used to obtain them.

"Aunt Wang still refuses to see me or tell me anything useful." Ting Shuang pointed to the "secretary Wang Aiqing" on the relationship network, "reasonably this should not be the case, she watched me grow up, I've always liked me very much, and attended my parents' meeting for my dad as a kid. She should be right for my dad. If she is the kind who can be bought casually at a critical moment, my dad will not let her go I have been around for so many years ... I also tried to contact several other old employees who knew me. They were not very clear about the situation. I did n’t know if they really did n’t know it or collectively concealed for someone ... Damn, I could n’t figure it out. ,headache."

It was dark, and Bai Chang glanced at his watch, and it was eight o'clock: "Go downstairs for dinner and come back to think about it. Wear more clothes."

"Um." Ting Shuang grabbed a jacket casually, and tied the sleeves around his neck, mounted the sneakers, and followed Bai Changyi downstairs. "Find a place to eat."

The two took a taxi to Ting Shuang's middle school.

There is a shop in front of their school. I don't know how many years it has been open.

"Come here?" The store owner greeted Ting Shuang familiarly. "Is the third year of high school starting?"

"Well, I will be a senior in high school." Ting Shuang smiled. "Take my uncle to eat."

After finishing the order, Ting Shuang found a corner and sat down. He whispered to Bo Changyi, "After graduating from high school, I return to eat every summer vacation. This boss asks me like this. This is the sixth year. I I'm too lazy to correct him. "

"My nephew is tender."

Ting Shuang laughed: "My uncle Bai is not old."

The two large bowls of ravioli came up, and the soup was spicy. A piece of ravioli was caught. The juice dripped from the skin of the ravioli, took a bite, and the meat was delicate and delicious. Then I drank the soup.

"I have been eating since I was a child. For so many years, it has always been the same, and has not changed." Ting Shuang ate another puppet, "So I think, it is the boss's day has not changed, year after year, come to him Say, it's the same as the summer vacation when I was going to senior year. It's the same. It's fine. "

I ate halfway, and Bai Changyi's cell phone rang.

He glanced at and showed Ting Shuang the phone screen.

The sender of the message on the screen was Yan Liqian, and asked Bai Changyi whether it was convenient to answer the phone now.

"Yan Liqian is looking for you? It is probably after the previous side that he has been thinking about the new project you brought." Ting Shuang kept thinking in a tight posture, "You told him you watched a ballet in the theater, and then He couldn't answer the phone for two hours and asked him to type. "

"Ballet?" Bai Changyi glanced at the shop where they were. "You know how to compose."

"I didn't edit it. I saw a poster in the city center this afternoon. Tonight, the ballet theater did perform," La Traviata. "Ting Shuang put a choke in his mouth," Relax, you can't break Professor Bai Reputation. "

After Bo Changyi replied, Yan Liqian's news came quickly and asked if Bo Changyi was free tomorrow and had brunch together.

"Tomorrow is Sunday, brunch ... so hurry ..." Ting Shuang pondered, "So, you told him that you haven't been to China for a long time. The original plan was to visit the surrounding attractions first in these days. , Wait until next week to start talking about work, if he is not in a hurry, can you eat again next Wednesday, when you ask him. "

"He may prefer to get there before Monday," Park said.

"Yes," Ting Shuang said, "see how he returns."

After waiting for ten minutes, both of their uncles had finished eating, and Yan Liqian had not yet returned.

"Fish is not good for fishing." Ting Shuang tapped his finger on the table. "But if I really guessed it, the R & D department must drive out the fnd before Monday-although we don't know yet what it is What the **** is it—as the technical capital on which some kind of negotiation takes place at their shareholders meeting, then Yan Liqian will definitely insist on talking to you on Sunday about a new project. Let's wait. "

After checking out, he left the shop, and Ting Shuang went to the small supermarket next to him to buy a lollipop and asked Bai Changyi: "Are you back?"

Park Chang-yi: "No."

"I won't return for so long ... What is he worrying about ..." Ting Shuang walked around the school gate. "If he is really anxious, then insist on meeting tomorrow. Why not ..."

Park Chang said for a moment: "Maybe he doubts what I know, or he knows my relationship with you."

"Where does Yan Liqian know my relationship with you ... rely on it." Ting Shuang's mind flashed, and a joint that had been unable to figure out suddenly opened up, "I should have thought of it. Weng Yunyi was so uncomfortable speaking in front of me I haven't thought too much about it, just think about it. After all, she didn't say anything at the time ... I didn't think she would tell this to anyone outside our family. "

But what if Weng Yunyi had told Yan Liqian about him and Bai Changyi?

Or worse, Weng Yunyi may have given all the seniors and veterans of roborun a so-called "truth". After all, in addition to Weng Yunyi, there was Yan Liqian who was brought into icu by Weng Yunyi. No, they can only trust her.

She accompanies Zhu Ao around the year, and they will take her for granted.

No wonder.

No wonder his dad's old secretary and other old employees are reluctant to ignore him. If they really thought it was he who **** off his dad like this, and returned to fight for the family property, then they would just blame him.

"I'm so stupid. I've been thinking that those old employees will not betray my father all the time. I've also been thinking about who is a good person and who is a villain." Ting Shuang kicked the road, "He Damn, for a long time, I turned out to be the villain. "

When he went to the company on Monday, wasn't he like a street mouse?

His dad can't talk anymore ...

He had a bunch of things that he didn't think about clearly. On the night his father had an accident, which one or more seniors did he have dinner with? Is there Yan Yanqian? What does Yan Liqian want to do?

After much thought, there was no result. After all, everything now is just his speculation, is he thinking about Weng Yunyi too badly?

A mess.

Sudden increase in stress, smoking addiction comes up again, eating sugar does not help.

But he really didn't want to smoke anymore.

Irritability.

He has to vent his pressure and he has to let himself go.

"I'm going in." Ting Shuang looked at the black iron gate of the school, looking as if he had passed through trees, bypassed the teaching building, followed the straight road and the steps to the edge of the plastic track. . "

At this time, it is impossible to enter through the school gate.

Guo, Bai Changyi returned with him, alas, Bai Changyi ate with him, and the school wall, Bai Changyi actually accompany him.

An empty playground with street lights automatically lit at night.

Ting Shuang took off his coat and threw it to Bo Changyi: "Wait for me."

Then run.

The ears screamed.

The first lap.

Some debris appeared before his eyes.

Twenty years ago, he had a low vision and secretly looked up at the back of Tingyun through the door slit.

"Zhu Ao, your child, I don't want any of them." Ting Yun said coldly.

"Okay, I just want to raise it." Zhu Ao smoked and said.

Soon after, other women and a babysitter lived in the house.

"Would you like Guanting cream?" Weng Yunyi faced Zhu Ao with a soft and sad voice. "He is my aunt, and the nanny is also the aunt. I am your wife. I have your son in my stomach, not your nanny. "

"He doesn't want to call your mother. What can I do?" Zhu Ao said, "You treat him as your son. It's good to him. After a long time, he will naturally call you a mother."

When he was in elementary school, Zhu Wenjia kept pestering him. He impatiently pushed Zhu Wenjia a moment, but did not expect that Zhu Wenjia's head hit the marble steps.

He carried Zhu Wenjia to the doctor.

"Xiao Jia has five stitches on his forehead." Weng Yunyi shed tears in pain, "This is still my forehead. What if I hit my eyes?"

Snapped.

Zhu Ao slapped his palm on his face: "Who teaches you to bully?"

"I don't!" He shouted at Zhu Ao, covering his face.

He didn't say a word to Zhu Ao for many days after that.

One night, Zhu Ao knocked on his door with a football and said, "Did you always want this? Let's go play tomorrow, how about it? Just our grandpa."

He stared at Zhu Ao: "... I don't want football, I want you to apologize."

Zhu Ao smiled and said, "What's wrong with the boy being a little bit wronged? Be broad-minded."

He insisted with red eyes: "I, want, you, say, apologize."

Zhu Ao stood by the door for a while and sighed, "You are just as unreasonable as your mother."

These words sound familiar.

Once Ting Yun promised to take him to the aquarium, but did not come because of a temporary incident.

He lost his temper on the phone.

Ting Yun was a little helpless: "Why are you as bad-tempered as your dad?"

Stomach pain.

Court cream felt severe pain in the stomach.

It may be because of running just after eating.

But he couldn't stop.

He ran desperately, as if to get rid of those meaningless fragments.

The second lap.

Finally he ran away from his childhood and ran into his teenager.

It's still this plastic runway, and in the center of the runway is this green field.

"Liang Zhengxuan will you keep the door ?!" he cursed.

Lost.

"What the **** are you doing just now?" He ate ravioli, drank soda, and got angry at the ravioli shop in front of the school.

Liang Zhengxuan clamped each of the scoops in his bowl into Tingshuang's bowl: "... I'm looking at you."

"Mum shut up." Ting Shuang lowered her head and her ears became red. "You won't play football with you anymore."

Had made ridiculous promises in the no-night campus.

"We will have a home of our own. Complete, our own home. Just us, no one else."

The stomach swelled so badly.

Ting Shuang couldn't help but rushed to the trash can near the playground and spit out all the crickets he had just eaten.

Along with all the unremarkable small storms he has experienced since he was a child, he spit it out.

After spitting, rinse your mouth and wash your face by the sink, and then continue running.

The third lap.

Fourth lap.

Court Frost ran faster and faster.

It was so fast that the complicated people around him were distorted, then disappeared, and there was only darkness around.

It seems that everyone and things are like this. The first look is always the best. Running and running, it becomes completely unrecognizable, or running and running, it disappears, and I don't know where to go.

Fifth lap.

The sixth lap.

Gradually a faint light appeared.

Seventh lap.

Eighth lap.

...

I do not know how many laps, he found that Park Chang intends to run with him.

After another five laps, Park Chang-yi stopped in front of him.

"All right."

He slammed into Park Chang's arms.

"I can still run ..." He gasped, "I feel like flying."

"I know." Bai Changyi looked down at him. "But you have to take care of me. I am old and want to go back to bed earlier."

"Oh ..." Ting Shuang involuntarily became gentle, "then let's go back quickly."

"Yan Liqian returned the news just now," Bo Changyi said.

Ting Shuang: "What did he say?"

Bai Changyi handed the phone to Ting Shuang.