When Wen Mo walked out of the classroom with a book, his face was a little dazed.

She remembered the news she had just seen—

Because he was in a big class and didn't receive a call from his eldest brother, he chose to send her a text message and asked her to call back as soon as possible after class.

But.

Wen Mo left the crowd and sat down on a bench under a secluded tree, but he didn't call him as Chu Yan said.

She was thinking, or rather distressed.

So much so that the face that had always been in the hands of victory and practiced leisurely became empty and dazed.

"Researcher Wen, what are you thinking?"

A joking voice was heard, and someone sat down beside her.

Wen Mo first twisted his eyebrows, and when he turned his head sideways to confirm the identity of the other party, the center of his eyebrows loosened slightly:

"Senior."

Chen Zhisong couldn't help laughing:

"We're on the same level now! What else is it called, senior! ”

Chen Zhisong is Wenmo's high school principal, and the two went to the same university.

It stands to reason that Chen Zhisong is several years older than Wen Mo.

But because of Wen Mo's continuous skipping, the two have become classmates at the same level since they started their doctoral studies.

In fact, Chen Zhisong is already a very good genius in the eyes of ordinary people.

It's just a little lacking compared to smelling ink.

But the two have a good relationship on weekdays.

Because of being from the same family, Chen Zhisong is one of the few friends Wen Mo can talk to at school.

But now, Wen Mo is still shocked by the text message.

She curled her lips, as if she were laughing, and as if she was in a trance.

Chen Zhisong saw that something was wrong with her and misunderstood:

"Are you worried about where you will go after graduation?"

Wen Mo didn't speak.

Chen Zhisong mistakenly thought that she was acquiescing, shook his head and smiled:

"I didn't expect you, the genius 'Oriental Shrine Maiden', to have troubles at times."

"'Oriental Shrine Maiden'?"

Her classmates called her a genius behind her back, and this Wen Mo knew that she grew up listening to similar praises since she was a child.

But......

Oriental shrine maiden?

What kind of rustic and bizarre name is this?

Chen Zhisong pretended to laugh exaggeratedly:

"What? You don't even know? Didn't you experiment with our ancestors' Chinese medicinal materials before, and depreciate Leo and those people to convince them? After that, they gave you the nickname 'Oriental Shrine Maiden', saying that you boiled herbs and looked like a legendary shrine maiden! ”

Wen Mo didn't care at all, proud that she wouldn't mind such gossip:

"If yes! I'm going to turn all these guys who belittle China into pigs. ”

Chen Zhisong laughed again.

Laughing and laughing, and sighing:

"Hey, you're so nice, you dare to push the invitation from the Brown family. Also, there are a lot of top labs lined up to invite you to join, and you can choose any one. Where are ordinary people like us, only to worry about who wants my share! ”

Wen Mo was quiet for a few seconds before he said:

"Wasn't the senior busy with his thesis some time ago?"

Chen Zhisong lowered his head and sighed:

"Killed again."

Wen Mo is not good at saying anything.

Only turn to bring up their own arrangements:

"I plan to return to China for development."

Chen Zhisong was very surprised:

"Is there a domestic research institute that has sent you an offer?"

"Yes, yes."

But the main reason is not this.

Wen Mo has always wanted to inherit his mother's mantle, so he naturally wants to go back to China.

Chen Zhisong looked stunned when he saw Wenmo, and misunderstood again:

"Did the family ask for it? I heard that you don't have a good relationship with your family, and you have an older brother and a younger brother? Is your family situation complicated? If it's for this, you don't have to, you have to plan for your future. ”

Chen Zhisong is sincerely persuasive.

But he misunderstood a little -

Wen Mo has never mentioned his family background since high school.

From elementary school to high school, all her grade skips were based on her own grades.

Although there is a driver to pick her up after school, the car she drives is an ordinary Passat, and the driver is said to be a relative uncle.

So much so that most of her classmates in school didn't know that she was from the Wen family of Tianwen Group, including Chen Zhisong.

At this moment, Chen Zhisong probably thought that Wen Mo was born in a patriarchal family and was coerced by family affection, so he chose to return to China.

Wen Mo couldn't explain too much, so she could only tell Chen Zhisong that it was her own choice.

Chen Zhisong shook his head helplessly.

Suddenly, he asked:

"By the way, you said before that you want to share some information with me, when is it convenient?"

At this mention, Wen Mo remembered.

"The data is in my computer, but the computer is in the lab."

Wen Mo hesitated.

The text message just now made her realize that she had only been back to school for a short time, and I was afraid that she would have to go back to China again.

If you can, it's best to get started today.

She was anxious to find out.

There are more than a dozen gigabytes of data, and it takes a while to copy.

"Or you ......"

Just go get my computer?

I didn't have time to say the latter sentence.

Wenmo's phone rang.

It's the first inkstone.

"Big brother?"

Wen Mo hurriedly got up and walked to the side to answer the phone.

When she returned two minutes later, she said to Chen Zhisong:

"I'm going to go first, and I'll talk about it when I come back."

Chen Zhisong didn't have time to speak, and watched her leave.

Then.

Chen Zhisong, who was sitting on the bench, slowly clenched his fists, and his face was cloudy.

"I'm sorry Wenmo, I don't want to......"

Wen Mo didn't know any of this.

She arranged the latest flight back to China, and when she boarded the plane, she didn't even bring her luggage, only a mobile phone.

And it is often this difference of thought that determines the direction of fate.

……

……

Sleeping, dreaming.

The familiar dream was the dream she had seen before.

But this time it seems to be a little different.

The dream I saw for the first time was about my brother Wenchi.

At that time, she was a complete bystander, and she only took a general look at the flowers, and did not feel too appropriate.

The dream I saw for the second time was about Brother Chu Yan.

This time she saw it more clearly, a bit like she was out of her body and flew into that time or memory.

Then, when he learned that Chu Yan was about to become a vegetative person in a car accident, he chose to go to Yanjing to change this fate.

She succeeded.

And this is the third dream.

But it's like a TV series, it's coherent with the second dream-

In the second dream, Chu Yan had a car accident and became a vegetative person, and his condition deteriorated dramatically.

Wen Mo, who returned to China after hearing the news, had a head-on conflict with Wen Yu.

The father and daughter parted unhappily.

When Wenmo found a way to find a new drug and came back, it did save a glimmer of life for Chu Yan.

Chu Yan's consciousness was a little clear, but he couldn't speak, his hands couldn't move, and his feet couldn't walk.

He relied on eye movements to type, and the first thing he said was:

'Let me go.' ’

I have a will to die, and I don't want to live anymore.

The people around me were both sad and shocked, and they didn't know what to do for a while.

At this time, another accident happened.

Wen Shuting became ill and fainted after a stroke.