In 2030, December 21, on the occasion of the cold winter, the Spring Festival of the Dragon Kingdom is approaching.

Outside the Zhucheng Institute of Life Sciences, Ying Zheng rubbed his hands quickly with his hands, as if this could reduce the cold of the harsh winter, and he had just gotten up from the bed to buy breakfast, and he had not yet adapted to the cold of the morning.

"Boss, two servings of tofu flowers."

"Okay, a little sugar, right, young man." , the boss responded enthusiastically. Because after buying this morning's pot of bean curd, he can reunite with his wife and children, and the boss who sells bean curd is also going home for the New Year.

Ying Zheng returned to the research institute with the bean curd in his hand. These two bean curds, one is his own, and the other is for his mentor and adoptive father Feng Yuan.

Feng Yuan is a top scholar in the field of life sciences, and is currently at the Zhucheng Institute of Life Sciences.

I remember that when I was very young, I was entrusted to Uncle Feng's house, and Uncle Feng treated him like his own son, and his parents had passed away long ago.

It was a curse for their family, and the offspring of the winner did not live to be forty years old, and his mother died in an accident, and two leading scholars in the field of life sciences died one after another, and he was entrusted to his parents' colleague, Professor Fung.

In order to unravel this curse, Yingzheng also devoted himself to the research of life sciences without hesitation. Thankfully, he has a great talent for this, especially in genetic science.

Holding the bean curd in his hand, Ying Zheng opened the door to the institute. The area of the Zhucheng Research Institute is very large, covering a wide area, with twelve floors high, and the whole body is silvery-white, and the wind is extremely windy. Ying Zheng walked into the elevator and pressed the twelfth floor.

This is the residence of him and Professor Feng, and in order to facilitate research, Professor Feng moved his home to the top floor of the institute, which is not large, and left a villa granted by the state to Yingzheng.

But Ying Zheng did not accept it, and he moved to the institute with Professor Feng, living in a small room with two bedrooms, one living room and one bathroom, on the top floor of the institute. In this way, no one will constantly disturb them to rest, and it will also improve the efficiency of their research, and their relationship will be like that of father and son.

And that villa was eventually given to Professor Feng's son, Feng Jie.

When he opened the door with the key, he saw what the neatly dressed Professor Feng had carved on the dining table, and when he saw Ying Zheng coming in, he put away the things in his hand. This is an old man who is very old, with gray hair and wrinkles on his face like the bark of a tree that has not been watered for many years. Although he is over 70 years old, Professor Fung still looks energetic.

"I'm back! Xiao Zheng! The old man smiled and said, "You guy got up earlier than me, it's good to be young." ”

Ying Zheng smiled, "Uncle Feng, your breakfast." ”

"Well... Okay..."Feng Yuan rubbed his hands, sat down and began to suck the bean curd, the elderly can't eat more sugar, so Ying Zheng deliberately ordered a bean curd with less sugar.

Seeing that Ying Zheng also sat down to eat bean curd, Feng Yuan took the opportunity to say: "Xiao Zheng, the New Year is coming, do you have any ideas?" ”

"No, Uncle Feng, let's do genes in the research institute." , Ying Zheng thought for a moment and replied.

When Uncle Feng heard this, he was not happy. "This is not good, young people should be energetic, how can they do research in the institute every day? It's time to go out for a walk, and it's almost the New Year, so I don't have any tasks, why don't you go back to the ancestral house? ”

Hearing the ancestral house, Ying Zheng fell silent. Uncle Feng was also silent, he was waiting for Ying Zheng's answer.

The ancestral house is the property left to him by Yingzheng's parents, a cottage in the countryside, but the environment is very good, with mountains and rivers in the background, as well as a vegetable garden and a small pond. In the past, I would go back to clean during the Chinese New Year, but I haven't been back in recent years.

"Well, I know, Uncle Feng. I haven't been back for years. Hearing this, Feng Yuan breathed a sigh of relief. Ying Zheng, who was immersed in the ancestral house, did not notice Uncle Feng's abnormality.

"I bought you a ticket, I'll leave tonight, don't delay." , Uncle Feng hurriedly said.

"So fast?" Ying Zheng was a little puzzled.

"It's going to have to be that fast! Otherwise, you won't be able to grab a train ticket if it's late. You're always in the city, and you don't know how hard it is to get a train ticket for Chinese New Year. ”

"Okay Uncle Feng, then I'll go down and clean up." , Win is getting up.

Feng Yuan looked at Ying Zheng who went out, "As soon as possible, Xiao Zheng." There was reluctance and a hint of goodbye in his eyes.

Ying Zheng went downstairs, and came to his studio, the projector in the studio projected a picture of chromosomes, these chromosomes are different from the chromosomes of normal people, but they are reduced by half compared with normal people's chromosomes, which is the chromosome diagram of Ying Zheng, and it is also a symbol of the winner.

The chromosome maps of the winners are half less than those of normal people, and according to the telomere theory, it is difficult for them to have a normal life expectancy of more than 40 years. Yingzheng is 22 years old this year.

However, it seems that God's intolerance is that when the winner has a life expectancy that is half shorter than that of normal people, they also have a certain talent, and the talent of the winner is life science, which he completed in only two years in four years in college and three years in graduate school.

Then he was accepted as a disciple by Feng Yuan and worked as an assistant in his research institute, and now two years have passed. Yingzheng also has its own independent studio.

Ying Zheng cleaned up the messy desktop, brought all the materials he needed, his ancestral house also has a secret research institute, but it is very small, this is his father's efforts, his father is a genius scientist, naturally there are some hidden scientific research places, can not be discovered, this is the common problem of these scientists.

After packing up his belongings and about to leave, he found that there was a red USB stick behind his computer. A red USB stick? My USB stick was always black, but he didn't have time to think about it so much, and he had to go home to pack his clothes on the evening train, and he wouldn't be able to catch it later.

Ying Zheng grabbed the USB flash drive, turned around and left.

On the twelfth floor of the research institute, looking at Ying Zhengyuan's figure, Feng Yuan breathed a sigh of relief. He brought a bamboo and wood easy chair, lay down, and took out a few things in the drawer next to him, which were a few letters.

The first letter was a letter with a black cover, and there are very few people who use this method of sending letters in today's advanced information world. The content was to invite Feng Yuan to join a scientific organization, but Feng Yuan thought of Yingzheng's parents, and after a while, he lit it with an igniter and threw it into the iron bucket next to him.

The second was a letter of commission, which he did not read, but threw it into the iron bucket.

The last one that was not burned, it was a letter he wrote to his son. He gripped the thick envelope, pursed his lips, tears welling up in his eyes, and finally put it back.

After that, he got up and threw all the documents and scientific research files into the iron and burned them.

The flickering light of the fire reflected his reluctant face, these were his hard work, as uncomfortable as killing his child, the suffocating feeling seemed to grab his throat, and he slowed down for a while before sitting down.

Suddenly, the doorbell rang.

"Come in." Professor Feng said expressionlessly.

The person who came was his son, Feng Jie. It was a young man of about 20 years old, wearing a pair of gold-rimmed glasses with an unknown meaning in his eyes.

"Dad, what about winning?"

"I left Zhucheng by train last night." , Feng Yuan said expressionlessly. Of course, he lied.

"Last night? Dad, you really protect him. Feng Jie pushed his eyes.

Feng Jie glanced at the bean curd on the table, took off his gold-wire glasses, wiped them with a handkerchief, and then put them on the standing cabinet on the side, looked at Feng Yuan who was lying in the easy chair and said, "Dad, lend me your "Genetic Chain Diagram", you need it." ”

"I burned it." , Feng Yuan said expressionlessly.

"Burned! What about "Genome Atlas"! ”

"It's burning, too."

"Bastard!" Feng Jie was so angry that he overturned the table and scattered the bean curd on the ground.

"You'd rather show him than show me! What am I to you! What a lot! ”

"You are my son" Feng Yuan said calmly, with some despair and distress in his eyes.

Feng Jie also calmed down and said coldly: "You also know that I am your son. ”

"Then why don't you share your research results with me, or even let me look at them, and win positively! An orphan whose parents are dead and an adopted son can get more fatherly love than a son! Why! ”

"It's a good boy to win, and you're a good boy too. It's just that you don't fit into this path, you can't endure hardship..."

"Enough! I don't want to be preached by you. You certainly haven't had time to delete everything, that's your brainstorm! After speaking, he rushed to the computer behind Feng Yuan.

Feng Yuan just wanted to get up, "Ajie, I..." Before he could finish speaking, he was pushed to the side by Feng Jie and fell to the ground.

Feng Jie leaned in front of the computer, skillfully opened various files, and when he saw this, he smiled. "Old thing, you really didn't delete all the computer files." After that, he copied the documents from the USB flash drive that had been prepared, and at this time, Feng Jie was as excited and trembling as an addict seeing white powder.

After copying the documents, Feng Jie hurriedly left.

Feng Yuan, who fell to the ground, tried to get up several times, but failed, the old man had to crawl to the drawer with difficulty, took out the envelope inside tremblingly, and took out a red USB flash drive from the mouth strap of his jacket, and the red USB flash drive was engraved with 'To my son'.

He placed the two objects on his chest and closed his eyes peacefully.

Downstairs, a neat queue waited outside the institute, and the researchers in the institute were invited one by one to get on the bus next to the queue and the bus to Shacheng.

Seeing Feng Jie coming down, the person with a gloomy face at the head of the line said, "Professor Feng, what about Professor Win?" ”

Feng Jie, who had just come down from the research institute, said with a disdainful expression: "I was brought back to my hometown by that old thing." ”

The captain wanted to say something, but was interrupted by Feng Jie and said: "There is no shortage of so many scientific researchers, and the president will let us go to Shacheng tomorrow morning, there is not much time." ”

The captain had no choice but to order: "All obey the order, assemble!" Get on the bus, aim for Sand City! ”

After that, the soldiers downstairs lined up neatly and got on the bus, without a trace of slackness, and the scientific researchers who were invited to the car were puzzled, because they were told that they were going to Shacheng for an urgent mission.

Feng Jie looked at Zhucheng that was flying away from him, maybe this was the last time he looked at it, and it would be a hell on earth in the near future.