As soon as he heard this kind of word, Mu Bai's efficiency immediately increased to three hundred percent, but this matter does not need to be so efficient, as long as you open Weibo and search for keywords such as "live broadcast room" or "Fang Fei", you can know what happened ten minutes ago.

"Song Xiaoyi," Mu Bai warned Song Yi very seriously, "From now on, you are not allowed to go on Weibo, send me a screenshot of the email you received, remember to take a screenshot of the time you received the email, and don't do anything else, you know?" ”

Although Mu Bai didn't say a word about Fang Fei, he could know from the content and tone of what he said that the current situation is not optimistic.

Taking a deep breath, Song Yi agreed.

"Yes, but you tell me, is Fang Fei still alive?"

Mu Bai was silent for a full minute, "The matter has not been decided yet, I will go to help you inquire now, but you must listen to me, you are not allowed to go on Weibo, take care of your body, don't think too much." ”

With these words, the possibility that Fang Fei is still alive is very low. Song Yi has never been the Holy Mother who wants to save everyone in the world, but for Fang Fei, she has some special feelings.

The two of them were originally two parallel lines in the world, but the moment she decided to save her, no matter what the reason was in the first place, their fates intersected.

What's more, the reason why Song Yi decided to save her at the beginning was because those eyes looked like an old friend of hers.

She...... Did you do it wrong?

Song Yi opened the memo on his mobile phone and randomly chose a pen to make some meaningless graffiti on it, which is similar to memorizing formulas.

Zhao Huaiming came over at the end of a meeting and was stunned when he saw Song Yi using the thinnest black pen to color the white paper.

"Isn't it boring? Hold on a little longer, and the meeting will soon be over. Zhao Huaiming touched the little girl's head, "When the time comes, I'll push you downstairs, the garden of this hospital is very good." ”

Song Yi rubbed Zhao Huaiming's palm, "Okay." ”

After smearing about half a sheet of paper, Song Yi couldn't help it, she had all the qualities that a pre-scientist should have: stubbornness, reason, inquisitiveness, crazy love for a certain subject, and so on.

She was trapped by her own thoughts.

Song Yi opened WeChat, found Comrade Song, and sent a message after hesitating for a long time.

- Dad, how do you think we can tell if what we are doing is right? Just like physics, many times we know that the birth of a new prediction or theory has the potential to change society and become the basis for the creation of more powerful weapons.

- More powerful weapons and more brutal wars, if we stop thinking and don't discover new things, will it be more correct for this society?

This is a question that Song Yi has never figured out, and it has plagued her for many, many years, she always forced herself not to think about it, not to think, but Fang Fei's matter touched her.

Song Yi knew that this kind of thinking was wrong, she just needed someone to enlighten her, and it was only appropriate for the job to be handed over to Comrade Song.

Sure enough, after waiting for a few seconds, Comrade Lao Song began to reply.

Only this time he won't be at length.

Lao Song: Daughter, do you suggest that your father make an appointment with a psychologist for you?

Song Yi: "......".

Really, my dear father.