Hua Changfu and Duan Changgeng glanced at each other, Hua Changfu opened his mouth and asked him with a smile, "Good afternoon, Mr. Duan." ”

"Good afternoon, Mr. Hua." Duan Changgeng nodded in response, and after the elevator door opened, he stretched out his hand and said, "You invite first." ”

"Mr. Duan, can I get a share of the soup you boiled recently? Don't eat meat. Hua Changfu walked with him in the underground garage, lit a cigarette and asked as he walked.

Duan Changgeng walked to his car, opened the door, turned his head, and Hua Changfu, who was smoking, said. "Aren't you afraid? Too much to say is broken, like a broken egg, it will stink and become useless. ”

"There is no turning back when you open the bow, even if it stinks, you know if it is a candy egg. Is that right? Hua Changfu looked at the person in front of him with a deep scar on his face, and said something meaningful.

Duan Changgeng bowed his head at him and said, "See you later." "I got in the car, closed the door and drove away after a while.

Hua Changfu leaned on his car, smoking the half-cigarette with a melancholy expression.

Hua Jian saw Zhang Ning who took off his glasses, sitting on a wooden chair looking at the level of the lake like a mirror, holding a harmonica in his hand, and playing an intermittent unknown tune. The summer breeze with a heat wave hit her indifferent face. Her short hair fluttered at the back and her eyebrows were deeply wrinkled together.

What is faith? What is a traitor? What did you transition between one after the other before you were charged with a traitor? Every time she asked a question in her heart, she used the harmonica to filter the answer.

Trust is like a very thick filter, it can resist the bad factors on the outside countless times, but it is also fragile. Broken, propped up, never shaken again.

Hua Jian, who was originally chasing Yu An in the distance, heard the intermittent sound of the piano, and couldn't help but look over and see Zhang Ning sitting alone in a chair. Seeing Yu An in the distance, no longer following her, she couldn't help but feel a little happy.

"Remember you were a strip and a traitor. You can't get in there. Wang Chi whispered in his ear, and pushed open the door of the conference room and walked in.

Hua Changfu looked at him and lowered his head and rubbed his cheeks, resisted the urge to rip him, and walked in with a lovely smile. They saw that it was not Zhou Pu who was sitting in the middle, but Duan Changgeng. The two of them also wondered why he came alone and was still sitting in the middle.

……

The old man sitting by the window in a pale blue cardigan dress, the setting sun shining on her thin body. A thick black book rested on her lap, and beside it there was a small teacup and a small radio with pure music on the small round table.

"Hello, teacher." Zhang Ning, under the leadership of the nanny, walked up to her and lowered her body and looked at her at eye level.

"Ah, Xiao Ning, you haven't come to see me for a long time." The old lady, who was almost in her 90s, said and slowly opened her eyes, a smile appeared on her wrinkled face.

"Sorry, I should have come a few more times." Holding her wrinkled old hand, he lowered his head and said with a look of shame.

The old lady looked at her carefully and touched her thin face. "Come and sit down, are you sick? How to lose weight. ”

Zhang Ning shook his head and smiled and said, "No, it's good to lose weight." "Sit down in the chair next to you.

"It's good if you don't have it, why didn't you go to the martial arts gym today? Come here. The old lady looked at her and asked.

"Miss you, come and see you."

"I'm getting older, my memories are starting to blur, and I'm spending less and less time awake. I don't remember you, so don't come. Don't be sad, this world is a circle, no matter how much parting you want, you can't cut off the reunion you want. I have entrusted it to you, and I hope that you will go further and further on the road of scientific research in your favorite field in the future. Your grandmother wanted it when she was a student and never gave it to her. The old man handed her the notebook on his lap.

Zhang Ning thanked him after taking it, looked at the old man and said, "Why does life have to die?" ”

The old man laughed dumbly and replied, "The end of life is like an infinite non-cyclic decimal of pi 3.14. How can it be death to walk towards life forever? ”