"No matter how hard we work and how hard we work, what is the use if we don't get results in the end?" Liu Mingshan grabbed his hair and lowered his head in frustration.

Liu Mingshan has been in the laboratory for a week and has not returned home, his hair is unkempt like weeds piled on top of his head, and the whole person looks unkempt. If he hadn't been wearing a white coat, he would have been no different from a beggar on the street.

Wang Huaiwen clenched his hands, looking a little at a loss.

In the face of such Liu Mingshan, he didn't know what to say.

Liu Mingshan, who is in his forties, is as old as his son.

The difference is that his son has long been married and has children, and his grandchildren are all adults. But Liu Mingshan is still alone.

Wang Huaiwen often hears others say that Liu Mingshan became the director of the scientific research department at a young age, and he has a bright future.

Although he didn't understand why Liu Mingshan's age in his forties was still young in the eyes of others, he understood how much effort and sacrifice this person had put in behind everyone's praise for his promising future.

The reason why Liu Mingshan is not married in his forties is not because his conditions are too poor or he looks too bad. On the contrary, his annual income is extremely rich, and his appearance is also handsome and chic.

It's just that Liu Mingshan has dedicated almost all his time and energy to the cause of scientific research, so that he has no mind to think about his life's events.

"I'm sorry, Uncle Wang, I shouldn't have told you this." Liu Mingshan rubbed his eyes, and a smile reluctantly squeezed out of the corner of his mouth.

These negative emotions should only be buried in his own heart, and should not be poured out on others.

Wang Huaiwen shook his head and said: "If you have troubles, you must discharge them in time, and you can't always keep them in your heart." Uncle Wang can't help you with anything else, but at least, I can share your troubles as a quiet listener. ”

Tang's mother hurried back after most of the night's surgery, and Tang's father didn't have a good rest for several nights.

Gu Qingcheng asked his parents to go back and sleep well, and he turned around and entered the studio.

By mistake, Gu Tingcheng made the same choice as Tang Mian in the previous life.

He looked at the paintings that filled almost an entire room. On the painting, the little blue cat is cute and vivid.

Gu Tingcheng stretched out his hand and gently brushed the pieces of drawing paper, looking at the little blue cat on the painting with reluctance and nostalgia in his eyes.

She was on all fours, revealing her belly begging to be touched.

She curled up in the cat's nest, snoring and sleeping.

She buried her little head in the food bowl and drank the fish soup with her head down.

She stretched out her little tongue and licked her little paws carefully.

She jumped up, viciously angry at him.

Each piece carries a precious and beautiful memory, and it is unique and worth cherishing.

Just when Gu Qingcheng was hesitating, a familiar cry came from the door of the studio.

Meow~

Following the sound, the little blue cat was looking at him with its little head held high.

"Awake?" Gu Qingcheng raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and walked towards the dill little blue cat with a smile.

Meow? "Why did Ah Cheng get up so early today?"

On weekdays, it is always the dill little blue cat who goes to tell Gu Tingcheng to get up, and it is the first time that he has gotten up earlier than her like today.

(Here are some of my own impressions, which are a bit long, but I hope you will have the patience to take a look.) In my own opinion, I will not accept any refutation. ）

Originally, I planned to write about an independent scientist plane, but now I find that my relevant reserve knowledge is still not rich enough, and I can't write too much real and vivid content.

So, I put some of the things I wanted to write on Liu Mingshan in this plane.

A few days ago, I had a conversation with my father, which touched me deeply. He said: In the early days of liberation, when we were destitute, why was our country able to have so many world-leading science and technology from scratch, and why is it that now the material economy is more developed, but on the contrary, progress is slow?

Because at that time, almost every scholar who went abroad had the ambition to return to China to serve, they would overcome all difficulties, and they would die for the country's scientific progress.

And now? The situation seems to be completely reversed, and many people who have gone abroad are reluctant to come back. However, can we say that people's attitudes have changed and become less patriotic?

Not really.

For academics, curiosity and exploration are the most important pillars of their lives, and they can give up almost everything for the sake of science, including their own health and life.

However, such a pure wish cannot be fulfilled in the country. Many scientists in China spend so much time and energy on a project, but most of them are not in research, but in funding applications and interpersonal dredging.

Science should be pure, and scientists should never be socialists.

So, in a way, it's not that the good people don't want to come back, but because ... This soil is not enough to nurture ideals and aspirations.

When, when the status of scientists is the highest in the country, when the public's respect and attention for them exceeds all professions, when their income is far more lucrative than that of some people who sing and dance, laugh and laugh. At that time, I think that they will choose to come back without a doubt, and they will choose to use their knowledge and strength to change their country without hesitation.