Ahri said, "The rain is the corpse of the clouds, burying the earth." ”

Just after the season of white dew, the gray that only belongs to Chongqing is entrenched in the whole sky. The heavy clouds leaked the white glow of the sun, but it still did not affect the traffic and pedestrians coming and going in the city, because there are bright enough shopping malls and lively entertainment venues in every corner of the city, so that people can no longer care about the dreary and bad weather.

In this materialistic world, it seems that more and more people turn to the Internet when they are bored, while fewer and fewer people forget about nature when they are monotonous and boring. It's the best of times. These are the worst of times. This is the age of science. This is the age of ignorance.

"Zhou Wen, will you go to my house after school?" Cai Jie held a large stack of biology workbooks, stood at the door of the third (2) class of high school, was about to carry it to the office, and said to Zhou Wen who was in a daze on the railing in front of the classroom of the third (1) class.

I saw that Zhou Wen didn't answer, and still stared blankly at a thorn tree next to the classroom, like an old monk participating in meditation under the Bodhi tree.

"Zhou Wen!" Cai Jie was a little unhappy, after all, she was still holding a large stack of homework books in her hand, maybe the tissues and cells under the skin were full of lactic acid because of the anaerobic respiration of the cells.

"Huh? Cai Jie! What's wrong? Zhou Wen came back to his senses, and then saw Cai Jie on the opposite side with an angry face.

"I said come home with me after school this afternoon!" Cai Jie was really powerless to repeat what he had just said again.

"Yes, yes!" After Zhou Wen answered, he continued to ponder, looking like he didn't want to deal with Caijie.

Cai Jie didn't pay much attention to it, and then slowly walked to the office.

In fact, Zhou Wen was thinking about one thing, a letter, a person, and a promise. The day before yesterday, when Zhou Wen sent Cai Jie on the bus back to school (Cai Jie is a day student, and Zhou Wen is a resident student), he suddenly saw a big "Zhou Wen" written on the blackboard outside the school's mailroom, and when he took the package back to the dormitory, he found that the package was from a stock exchange in Shanghai.

Curious, he opened the package and found a letter and a Nine Rings inside.

When he finished reading the letter, tears welled up in his eyes. It turned out that this letter was sent to him by the strange uncle before, and he didn't expect that the uncle who accompanied him to count the cars when he was a child still remembered him, and learned from the letter that the uncle had been paying attention to him, and even quietly came to visit Zhou Wen many times.

The purpose of this letter was to invite Zhou Wen to immediately leave for a well-known university in Shanghai, because that uncle was not only the chief CEO of Shanghai's largest stock exchange, but also a young dean of a business school of a well-known university. Because his uncle's academy had a training plan this time, Zhou Wen was considered first.

Zhou Wen, who was full of joy, was first puzzled by this, and then struggled on the edge of dreams and love.

That's right, it has always been his dream to become an economic genius like his uncle, but Zhou Wen is even more reluctant to get Caijie back with great difficulty.

The starry night is shining, and the weeds and wildflowers are enjoying this wonderful moment. The night breeze carries a hint of daytime heat, mixed with the fishy smell of the lotus pond, hovering on the water surface reflecting a bright moon. Zhou Wen and Cai Jie walked hand in hand on a path by the lotus pond, with a little inexplicable throbbing and reserve, and the two of them walked like this.

Some people can't help but miss it, and their thoughts are condensed into pieces. Now that the two have finally met, the moment of happiness is indescribably stiff and flustered.

"Zhou Wen, do you think our love will be forever?"

"Yes, yes, yes."

"Love is an unchanging vow, a person's willingness."

"Yes, yes."

"Are you listening to me?"

"No, no."

"What?"

Cai Jie said and withdrew her hand from Zhou Wen's hand and looked at Zhou Wen with disgust.

"Oh, my little Caijie, come on, let me continue to rub your hand, it's so comfortable!" Zhou Wen said and coquettishly like a little girl.

"Hey! I said Zhou Wen, I don't like you very much. Cai Jie's face became a little serious.

"What does it look like?" Zhou Wen asked suspiciously, and then tried to continue to hold Caijie's hand.

"Zhou Wen, let me ask you, it's your third year of high school now, you have to study hard. Look at Sun Shuang, who used to be a big part behind you, but now you are a big part away. No, I'll discuss it with you this time, if you don't get into the top 10 in the next midterm exam, otherwise you won't hold hands! After Cai Jie finished speaking, she hugged her hand to her chest, completely breaking Zhou Wen's idea of holding hands.

"......Okay, then you should let me hold hands tonight, right?" Zhou Wen looked at Cai Jie with a pitiful look.

"Nope! Can! In order to! Cai Jie righteously refused, and then turned his back to Zhou Wen.

"Oh! Yes and no! OK! What do you mean? After Zhou Wen finished speaking, he hugged Cai Jie from behind, and grabbed Cai Jie's * with both hands.

"Ahh Zhou Wen is dead hooligan! Cai Jie was frightened, trying to break free.

"Ha, I'm not smiling! Ah! Let's pick a little fat......"

"Oh, don't say it......" The two men said as they began to fight in the moonlight.

The sound faded down, the camera slowly zoomed away, and the vision blurred.

Two happy lovers wrote red memories on that moonlit night, writing down the vows of a lifetime and the love that will never change.

Under Cai Jie's order, Zhou Wen also began to get serious. But it is not so much that he was suppressed by Cai Jie, but that Zhou Wen finally waited for Cai Jie's words, because Zhou Wen, a big madman, has long wanted to return to his original life posture of desperately working for his dreams. It's like Zhou Wen often said to Cai Jie, "Don't make me serious, otherwise I will become very, very powerful when I get serious, so powerful that even I am afraid."

"Teacher, let me answer this question. The equation of this ellipse can be solved directly by the relational method, we set the coordinates of a point on the ellipse as (x,y), and then according to this midpoint coordinate formula, we can get the ......" Zhou Wen came up with the solution as soon as the math teacher copied the example problem.

"Teacher, let me answer this question. We use the analytical method to analyze the motion of this ball, from point A to point B, the ball is subjected to the Lorentz force and gravity perpendicular to the direction of motion, according to F=qvB, the Lorentz force is equal to the gravitational force, so the ball is not supported by the force, this process is actually ...... Then at point B, ......" Zhou Wen jumped up like a smart brother after reading the question, and answered the question perfectly.

"Yes, Zhou Wen'er got the wordless book from Zhou Gong today and came back to ask for it, haha!" The physics teacher quipped.

"Cut, teacher, I used to understand everything, but I don't say it." Zhou Wen explained, and as a result, the class burst into laughter.

Zhou Wen's state is getting better, and the teachers of various subjects are getting better and better about Zhou Wen's evaluation, and they all think that Zhou Wen's Chinese teacher's conversation has improved greatly, and Zhou Wen, since that time in the office loudly recited the poem of the chemistry teacher's name, the teachers in the office have praised it again and again, and they all said that Zhou Wen's recitation is deep, full of content, positive, and poetic. Zhou Wen's Chinese teacher also discovered Zhou Wen's talent for recitation, so he shouted Zhou Wen to recite in almost every class.

"Jun, live, the head of the Yangtze River, I, live at the end of the Yangtze River. Day by day, thinking of you, not seeing you, drinking together, Yangtze River water, water, water! Zhou Wen was like an abandoned little widow, reading the poem sadly, wiping tears with both hands, and his voice was full of goosebumps, but everyone in the world has a soulmate.

"Ah, listen to it, how well we read Zhou Wen, so good!" Teacher Yang Yang's eyes were full of gratification, and his literature was inherited by his disciples.

Then thunderous applause came from all sides of the classroom, and only Zhou Wen was thinking in his heart, who the wrote such a poem like this, damn retarded.

But then again, Zhou Wen's recitation is really good, at least he has experienced the triple test of a primary school Chinese teacher, a junior high school Chinese teacher and a high school Chinese teacher.

But that matter is still in his heart, and the invitation from the uncle's side has always lingered in Zhou Wen's heart. Later, Zhou Wen wrote back to his uncle and said that he would think about it again, and also raised his question why his uncle would be so good to him. It wasn't until I received the contents of the letter yesterday that everything suddenly became apparent. The uncle reserved the quota for Zhou Wen and asked Zhou Wen to slow down and make a decision. and also told Zhou Wen an unknown scene. It turned out that Zhou Wen met his uncle when he was a child, and it was also the first time he met his uncle, and that kind of fate began.

Little Zhou Wen and his mother got lost, and the uncle just came out of the cemetery. The uncle had just buried his lovely son with his own hands, and he lived with his lovely little son and a hired nanny, but the careless nanny mistook the uncle's sleeping pills as cold medicine and fed them to the uncle's son in large doses, which led to this tragedy. The grief-stricken uncle came out of his son's purpose, and he thought that the flame of hope in his life had been extinguished, and what was the point of living. was about to end this life, and suddenly saw Xiao Zhouwen crying in the crowd, how similar it was to the child he had just lost, so he went to comfort Xiao Zhouwen, and also bought ice cream for Xiao Zhouwen, counted the cars with Xiao Zhouwen, and spent a happy and happy day. From then on, the uncle felt that God had given his son back to him in a different way. So from that day on, Zhou Wen became the person that the uncle wanted to protect.

It was also from that day that almost every time Zhou Wen went to the city to play, he would be dragged by the uncle to a delicious place and a fun place, and Zhou Wen's little belly was full before he let it go. And that is also the best memory of Zhou Wen's childhood, that is also when Zhou Wen's dream began to hatch, he was melted by the love of this strange but more and more familiar uncle in front of him, he became more and more dependent on the uncle, in Zhou Wen's heart, the uncle is like a hero like "Ultraman Tiga" or "Armored Warrior", he wants to become that kind of hero.

But later, for some reason, the uncle left Chongqing, and Zhou Wen's childhood also flew quietly by, and everything seemed to be calm, but in fact, Zhou Wen didn't know that every time his uncle returned to Chongqing, he would quietly go to see Zhou Wen to see if Zhou Wen was doing well, and at the same time to see if the flame of hope that was rekindling in his heart was beating healthily.

And now, the time is ripe, the uncle also wants to find someone who can inherit his skills, and Zhou Wen is old enough to accept this abrupt but already planned everything.

When he was bored, Zhou Wen would always play with the nine links, which took half an hour to unravel each time, and half an hour to put them back on, and from the first one to unravel them, they were almost repeating the same thing later. Untie it, you have to tie it back again, in order to open the next knot, Zhou Wen reluctantly repeats this matter on the table in the bedroom. However, Zhou Wen didn't know that in this constant repetition, Zhou Wen became more and more patient, and his personality became much calmer. Perhaps this is the first thing the uncle wants to teach him - patience.

Some people want to clear the fog and see tomorrow, while others are obsessed with the flowers under their feet in the fog.

A lot of things are understated, because they don't need to be overstated.