Since ancient times, autumn has been sad and lonely, and I say that autumn is better than spring.

At the end of November, autumn is getting stronger.

The plane tree with decades of age on the side of the road has begun to shed its leaves, and occasionally there are falling off leaves, which fall down in a whirlpool, Ren Pingsheng stretched out his hand and led it, and the leaves flew over lightly and fell into his hands.

Turning the half-green, half-yellow sycamore leaf in his hand, soon smoke began to rise from the yellow edge of the leaf, but it did not completely ignite the leaf.

Those elemental points of light on the earth are not as active as those from the other world, and it is more difficult to mobilize these points of light on the earth.

Throwing away the fallen leaves in his hand, he slapped the long black trench coat on his body, sat on the bench by the park, and looked at the various vehicles on the road, red, yellow, blue and purple, adding more color to this dreary autumn afternoon.

"It's been a long time since I heard from Qingyang, and I don't know what happens now."

Looking at the autumn colors in front of him, Ren Pingsheng couldn't help but think of lightness.

Ren Pingsheng felt that his relationship with Qingyang should be a friend of Guan Bao, who was looking for a bosom friend in the mountains and rivers.

In life, it is enough to have a confidant.

Most people, once in this world, may have a lot of friends, but it is very difficult to find a confidant who has a heart and a heart.

That feeling of heart-to-heart connection, every communication, can collide with each other sparks of thought, even if the mood is depressed and anxious, you can always get spiritual healing from chatting.

Ren Pingsheng cherishes this kind of friendship very much, so the loss of contact with Qingyang makes him very concerned.

I took out my phone, opened QQ, and looked at the profile picture that had been hidden on the dialog box.

July 12th.

"Are you there?"

August 15th.

"Brother, are you still alive?"

October 20th.

"Damn, what's wrong with you? If you're still alive, write back! ”

October 31.

"Brother, if you encounter any difficulties, you must tell me."

These are the messages that Ren Pingsheng gave him.

But there has been no response.

Boredom, he scrolled forward with his phone and looked at the previous conversation.

"I remember you said before that the Lu cuisine in your Zishi is delicious."

"Ah, yes, yes, our Lu cuisine and barbecue in Zishi City are famous all over the country, especially there are a few special dishes in Boshan cuisine, you must not have eaten this southerner, if you have the opportunity to meet in the future, I must invite you to eat and drink!"

"Then, it's decided!"

Flip it up again.

"I've not been doing well lately, I'm a little unwell, I eat and sleep every day, I sleep and eat, I feel like a pig in captivity, I look at those blue and white bars every day, my nose smells disinfectant, I spin between various instruments every day, I feel like I'm about to die······"

"What's wrong with you? What is the disease? ”

"No, it's nothing, it's just that I'm not feeling well and I'm hospitalized, and I'm not allowed to go out in the ward every day, and I want to complain, but I don't have anyone to talk to, so I suddenly think of you.

You don't have to worry about me. ”

Ren Pingsheng looked at these conversations boringly, and somehow, he suddenly had a strong sense of déjà vu in his heart.

He opened the light QQ space again.

The space is very neat, and there are only dozens of simple journals in it, most of which are reprinted papers.

"This photo ······"

Ren Pingsheng looked at a photo of a woman's back in the space, and inexplicably felt a little familiar, as if he had seen it somewhere, and felt a little familiar.

"Mr. Ren!"

Ren Pingsheng was looking at this photo carefully, retrieving in his mind where the familiarity of this back came from, when a man stood in front of him.

Ren Pingsheng withdrew his gaze from the screen of his mobile phone, stood up and stretched out his right hand, and smiled at the other party: "Professor Fang." ”

"This time, I am really ashamed of my love for Mr. Ren."

Professor Fang sat down next to Ren Pingsheng and took out a cigarette case: "Get one?" ”

"I won't, thank you."

Ren Pingsheng shook his head, suddenly stunned, took the thin cigarette handed over by Professor Fang, put it on the tip of his nose and sniffed it carefully, and couldn't help but say, "Condensing incense?" ”

"Haha, that's good."

Professor Fang said with a smile.

He put it to his mouth, lit one, took a sip and said: "I can't leave it now, when I do research, I am sleepy and tired, and I can immediately relieve my tiredness by taking a sip."

However, this time I am ashamed of Mr. Ren's support, the development of Ningshen incense is not as expected, and the first and second phases of the development are not as good as the samples you gave.

Through laboratory testing, we have figured out the composition and proportion of the samples, but the samples developed are always poor.

However, even so, this contemplative incense definitely has a very broad market prospect. The following conclusions are drawn through experiments.

First, it can improve the activity of our brain and make our brain full of energy.

Second, it can improve our memory and concentration, so that we can better complete our work.

Third, it can make our rest more effective and improve our sleep quality.

Now, this incense has become an indispensable daily product in our laboratory! ”

Professor Fang was very excited when he talked about this.

For him, this thing has already taken shape into two papers.

Moreover, he can see the broad market prospects in Ning Shen Xiang, and maybe he will be able to achieve financial freedom with Ning Shen Xiang!

"That's right, condensing incense is something that can increase spiritual strength. You mean, want to commercialize this condensation incense? ”

When Ren Pingsheng heard this, he also came to his senses all of a sudden.

Although he has now purchased a lot of properties, he has become a veritable "loser", owing more than 60 million yuan to the bank, and more than 3 million yuan in interest repayment every year.

"Yes, Mr. Ren didn't think about commercializing the condensing incense?"

Professor Fang asked in some surprise.

After all, in his eyes, Ren Pingsheng was a successful businessman, and it was impossible not to know the market prospects of this condensing incense.

"Of course I've thought about it, but I'm not ready to go on the market yet. It is also necessary to trouble Professor Fang to continue to research and continue to improve the effect of condensing incense.

When Ning Shenxiang is really listed, I am willing to give Professor Fang technical stocks.

This can be written in the contract, and I will send someone to send the contract to the Faculty of Medicine this afternoon. ”

Ren Pingsheng said.

"Okay, these finished products, Mr. Ren, you go back and try the effect first."

Professor Fang took out a plastic box from the black leather bag he was carrying with him and handed it to Ren Pingsheng.

Ren Pingsheng opened the box, and inside was a slender and long incense stick, which was tied with ten bundles of paper tape, a total of one hundred.

"Okay, good work."

The two stood up, shook hands again, and the two hurried away from the park bench.

Professor Fang got the promise he wanted, and the glory and wealth seemed to be close at hand, and he couldn't wait to return to the laboratory to continue his research.

Ren Pingsheng, under the reminder of Professor Fang, saw the scene of the arrival of wealth, and he was very excited for a while!

(End of chapter)