Genius Girlfriend - v4 Chapter 133

Jiang Yubai initiated an application to add WeChat friends to Lin Zeqiu.

After the addition was successful, Jiang Yubai sat on the sofa, slightly shielded the screen with his left hand, tapped the keyboard with his right hand, and noted Lin Zeqiu as “Brother Uncle”.

Lin Zhixia came over to take a peek at him.

Jiang Yubai’s eyes inevitably fell on Lin Zhixia’s face. He saw her bushy eyelashes blinking, and a little pink on her white cheeks. She whispered, “Don’t let my brother find out.” Then he asked, “What are your notes for me?”

Jiang Yubai’s voice was lighter than hers: “Xia Xia.”

Lin Zhixia was a little bit shy: “I thought you would call me Xia Xia wife.”

Jiang Yubai smiled: “I will change it immediately.”

Lin Zhixia held his mobile phone: “No, I didn’t mean that.”

Jiang Yubai said, “I have this meaning.”

While Jiang Yubai and Lin Zhixia were whispering, Lin Zeqiu stood by and observed them both. I don’t know why, Lin Zeqiu’s mind suddenly flashed the phrase “green tea” that Ke Zhuangzhi scolded bitterly before leaving.

If the “brother-in-law” is an evaluation system with a perfect score of 100, Lin Zeqiu can give Jiang Yubai 60 points for the time being-the score just passed will not work.

However, Lin Zeqiu’s parents’ impression of Jiang Yubai seems to be getting better and better.

At the lunch table, father gave Jiang Yubai two dishes, and his mother asked Jiang Yubai many questions. Jiang Yubai has always maintained excellent patience. He speaks mildly and has a witty conversation. Even when it comes to dangerous topics like “What do you think of Lin Zhixia’s uncle and aunt”, he can cleverly resolve embarrassment. He saves face for his uncle’s family and is very oriented towards Lin Zhixia.

This afternoon, the snow stopped, the sky was clear and the sun was dazzling, Lin Zhixia’s father was turning over dried radishes on the balcony, and Lin Zeqiu acted neatly to help. In order to express himself, Jiang Yubai took the initiative to wash the dishes in the kitchen.

Jiang Yubai almost never does housework. He accidentally dropped a bowl, and broken tiles spilled all over the floor.

Lin Zhixia was the first to hear the movement in the kitchen. She ran over to help Jiang Yubai, but he immediately stopped: “Don’t come, I’ll clean up.”

After picking up the large pieces of debris, Jiang Yubai swept the floor with a broom and dustpan.

Lin Zhixia kept staring at him. He laughed at himself: “I’m clumsy, don’t dislike it.”

Lin Zhixia stepped into the kitchen: “You are not stupid, you are very good, kind and smart.”

Jiang Yubai leaned close to her. She hooked his neck with her hands, and kissed his profile with a bang.

Jiang Yubai continued to wash the dishes enthusiastically. He stood in front of the sink, brushing the pot carefully while scanning the kitchen environment. He saw the cracks in the tiles, the water pipes wrapped with tape, the rusty stove, the window frames with the peeling wall skin… He also remembered that Lin Zhixia wrote in her diary that her mother had rheumatoid arthritis. During the rainy season, the floor and walls of their home will be up against the tide, and mother’s body is not very comfortable. Therefore, both Lin Zhixia and Lin Zeqiu are eager to move.

Jiang Yubai plans to start with a large flat near the university town. The area does not need to be too large, more than 700 square meters will be enough. It takes almost a year to renovate the rough house. After Lin Zhixia finishes her postdoctoral work and returns to the provincial capital to take up a teaching post, she can move in directly.

The University Town is located in the main urban area of ​​the city. The geographical position is very superior. There is a high-end residential area here. The price of real estate is extremely high. The residents are either rich or expensive. Just a parking space is expensive.

Jiang Yubai took a fancy to the “privately customized” top-floor mansion, and the “sky garden” was included with the house. The secretaries helped him organize several sets of design plans, printed them on copperplate paper, and bound them into four volumes.

After the Spring Festival holiday, Jiang Yubai and Lin Zhixia went to the UK again.

After Lin Zhixia took a short one day off, she couldn’t wait to devote most of her energy to her scientific research. As Lin Zhixia expected, her mentor set a precedent for her and allowed her to graduate with a PhD in October this year.

When the students in the group heard the news, they congratulated her.

Lin Zhixia is looking forward to her life after she turns twenty. She occasionally browses housing information in provincial cities, calculates the amount of savings in her small vault, and looks up the prices of sofas, tables, lamps and other household items online.

Several times, when Jiang Yubai came to Lin Zhixia, he happened to see her choosing a sofa.

One night, Jiang Yubai held four atlases describing the decoration plan and knocked on Lin Zhixia’s bedroom door.

Lin Zhixia just finished taking a shower. Her eyes were watery, her face flushed, and she looked at him unclearly, and he said in a vague way: “I want to buy you a house.”

“Buy me a house?” Lin Zhixia said, “I’m going to buy it myself.”

Jiang Yubai tentatively tested her: “You haven’t officially started work…”

Lin Zhixia laughed: “I have a lot of bonuses. I only received the email a few days ago, and the college will send me money again.”

Jiang Yubai did not speak. He put four heavy books on her desk.

Lin Zhixia opened one of the books and saw the vast living room, the high hanging ceiling, and the city landscape outside the panoramic French windows. She exclaimed: “So beautiful.”

Jiang Yubai asked cautiously: “Do you like it?”

Lin Zhixia sat at the desk, and Jiang Yubai sat beside her. They are planning their future residence like an unmarried couple. Lin Zhixia was curious about the content of each page, and she couldn’t help but ask: “How big is this house?”

“It’s ok, not too big,” Jiang Yubai commented. “The living area is 794 square meters, nearly 800.”

Lin Zhixia was stunned for an instant, thinking: 800 square meters, isn’t it a big house?

But then she remembered that Jiang Yubai grew up in a manor. In contrast, the 800-square-meter mansion is indeed not very large.

This mansion also comes with its own “Sky Garden”, Lin Zhixia said to herself: “I have heard of the Hanging Garden of Babylon, one of the seven wonders of the ancient world. It is said that the King of Babylon, in order to please his princess, As the princess meant, a sky garden was specially built for the princess.”

Jiang Yubai opened another album: “Not only this garden, all supporting facilities can be designed according to your wishes.”

Lin Zhixia thought for a while, resting her cheeks with her hands: “Well… forget it, this is your house. You decide the decoration style. I will go to your house for a few days when I have time.”

Jiang Yubai paused with his fingers on the page: “You said that when you work, we will live together.”

“Yes.” Lin Zhixia admitted without shy.

Jiang Yubai’s voice was lower: “During the Spring Festival, I didn’t hold you at night, I didn’t sleep well.”

Lin Zhixia is thinking about another question: “I am going to the U.S. as a postdoc, and you have to return to work in China. What will you do at night?”

Jiang Yubai patted his leg, and Lin Zhixia sat down on his lap with ease. He put his arm around her waist, and while kissing her, he said, “I’ll wait for you at home.” The kiss lasted for a long time, and the temperature in the room seemed to rise. The sultry air made Lin Zhixia’s mind less clear. Shi Jiang Yubai asked her again if she wanted to live with him, but she agreed vaguely, but her thoughts in her heart remained the same-she must still buy a house by herself.

In a blink of an eye, February is over, spring begins in March, unknown wild flowers bloom on the grass, and the school’s peaceful life remains the same.

The work in the laboratory is proceeding in an orderly manner. While Lin Zhixia is happy, he is also worried about the status of Wen Qi.

At a morning meeting in March, Wen Qi was euphemistically criticized by his supervisor—the supervisor believed that since last September, Wen Qi not only had no experimental output, nor had he read any new papers seriously, let alone Complete the tasks set by the instructor.

Lin Zhixia was a little worried. If this continues, Wen Qi may not be able to pass the PhD student’s staged defense.

Lin Zhixia found a few classmates in the group, and they all decided to visit Wen Qi. Even the Indian sister Aishwarya joined them. This made Lin Zhixia unexpected. She thought the Indian sister’s perception of Wen Qi Very bad.

On a Saturday morning in early March, Lin Zhixia and her classmates knocked on Wen Qi’s door. They waited for more than ten seconds, and Wen Qi slowly appeared-he had just woke up, with a shaggy beard and wearing pajamas, but he looked neat and clean.

“Good morning!” Lin Zhixia was full of vigor.

Wen Qi is old-fashioned: “Good morning…”

Lin Zhixia picked up the plastic bag in her hand: “We all brought some gifts. This year I returned to China for the Spring Festival, and my mother prepared a lot of delicious food for me. I have a few bags of tea tree mushrooms, small whitebait, walnuts and raisins… …To you all.”

Wen Qi was taken aback.

Wu Pinyan stuck her head from behind Lin Zhixia: “Senior!”

Wu Pinyan is an undergraduate taught by Lin Zhixia. She has excellent grades, agile thinking and new research direction. In January of this year, she received her PhD admission notice, and she will become a female PhD in the same group as Wen Qi in October.

Wu Pinyan is from Taipei. This Spring Festival, she also went home for the New Year. She gave Wenqi a few boxes of Phoenix Crisps, Jinyueniang, and peanut egg rolls that were special products in her hometown. She said: “Senior! Try it! It’s delicious!”

Wen Qi took a step back.

The enthusiasm of his compatriots made him unable to resist.

The guests walked into his room one after another, standing in the middle of the house, looking at his furnishings. He brought Lin Zhixia and Wu Pinyan a chair respectively and invited them to sit down.

Wu Pinyan asked, “Can you chat with someone?”

Wen Qi said: “Yes.”

Lin Zhixia is straightforward: “Have your doctor talked to you, how are you doing?”

Wen Qi glanced back. Among the guests present today, except for Lin Zhixia and Wu Pinyan, all the others can’t speak Chinese, but Lin Zhixia chatted with him in Chinese. Obviously, everyone had discussed in advance. He believed that he didn’t have a deep friendship with these classmates–except for Lin Zhixia, he and Lin Zhixia did talk a lot, but he unilaterally listened to Lin Zhixia’s endless talk.

The kindness passed by the classmates made him a little uncomfortable.

He said, “I’m getting better.”

Lin Zhixia asked again: “Then what is the specific situation now?”

Wu Pinyan echoed: “Yes, what’s the situation?”

Wen Qi guessed that Lin Zhixia was asking him implicitly why there was no progress in scientific research. He and Lin Zhixia were enrolled at the same time. Just a year and a half later, Lin Zhixia was about to graduate, but he fell into a long period of burnout.

Lin Zhixia waited for a long time, until the other classmates started to play with mobile phones, Wu Pinyan looked out the window in a daze, the pigeon stopped in front of the window sill and cried, the cup of hot tea on the table gradually cooled down, and Wen Qi said : “I want to drop out.”

He said calmly: “It has nothing to do with others, it is my decision.”

Lin Zhixia was still thinking, Wu Pinyan asked in a low voice: “Drop out of school? Are you sure about the senior?”

In fact, Wen Qi has some positive changes. Through the treatment of a psychologist, he can communicate with others normally, but this kind of communication makes him unable to help but reflect: “I am not suitable for Ph.D.”

His love for scientific research is not enough, his PhD experience is boring and boring, and he needs a process of adjustment.

Lin Zhixia misunderstood the meaning of Wen Qi.

Lin Zhixia thought that the influence of the Miao Danyi incident was still there, and Wen Qi decided to completely give up socializing.

Lin Zhixia sincerely encouraged him: “You still have many opportunities, you are so young…”

Wen Qi said: “Not all PhD students can graduate.”

Lin Zhixia even praised him: “You are so calm, you have grown up.”

Wen Qi took out a set of treasured cups and made tea for the guests who visited today.

Lin Zhixia is still banging on him: “I think you are a very smart person. You did not study a Ph.D to improve your academic qualifications, but to do research…”

Wen Qi suddenly asked everyone present in English: “WhydidyouchoosetodoaPhD (Why did you study PhD)?”

The Indian school sister asked him why he asked, and he frankly claimed that he was leaving school next week. The words of the instructor made him suddenly realize that instead of staying at school and wasting time, it is better to pack things up early and go home to work.

The elder sister seemed to have heard the story of Wen Qi, and then asked again, did he give up his life because of a failed relationship?

Wen Qi quickly denied.

Lin Zhixia explained to him that his love affair had never started, so it was not a failure.

The senior sister pulled a chair, placed it in front of Wen Qi, and ordered him to sit down.

The senior sister told Wen Qi that she was optimistic about his development since he first joined the group. Why did the tutor pay so much attention to Wen Qi’s morning meeting report? Because the tutor also values ​​him very much.

“Yes,” Lin Zhixia echoed in Chinese, “Reading a Ph.D. is a difficult process. Doctoral students may not be able to make decent things by looking at documents, doing experiments, and writing codes, but exploring the unknown is itself a thing. Very meaningful thing…”

Speaking of this, Lin Zhixia vaguely guessed Wen Qi’s mind.

Lin Zhixia tentatively asked: “Do you think that you were deceived by a girl, just because you read a Ph.D., studied academics all day, and were not good at socializing, you were picked by her and became an unfortunate victim?”

Wen Qi lowered his head slightly, and the toe of his slippers rubbed the carpet, acting like a puppy with a sharp claw.

But he whispered: “I’m not you. I’m not interested in studying. I was pushed to this day and I’m tired.”

Lin Zhixia could finally fully understand his mentality.

She concluded: “For you, scientific research is something you have to do, not something that makes you happy…but you are very smart.”

Wen Qi said: “You are really smart.”

Lin Zhixia told him a science fiction story.

“This is my favorite science fiction story,” Lin Zhixia introduced, “The protagonist of the story died in a car accident. After his death, he went to heaven and saw God…”

“I… don’t believe in religion.” Wen Qi interrupted.

Lin Zhixia said: “This story has nothing to do with religion.”

Wen Qi rubbed his face: “Then?”

Lin Zhixia continued: “Then, the protagonist saw God, and God told him that everyone in the world is his own reincarnation-he is **** himself and a loyal follower of Jesus. He is Hitler himself and Hitler’s knife. Under the dead soul. The meaning of his life lies in’experience’. He experiences life while acquiring various feelings. All life has become a process of accumulating experience[1].”

Wen Qi was silent, and Wu Pinyan was also silent.

Lin Zhixia tried to comfort Wen Qi: “No matter which path you take, it is part of your life experience. You don’t have to compare with me. Maybe I am you and you are me. We are all contributing to the collective wisdom of mankind.”

Wen Qi commented: “You… are very energetic.”

“No,” Lin Zhixia still humblely said, “You don’t speak much, I can only tell you a story.”

What Lin Zhixia said just now has been translated by Wu Pinyan to the Indian school sister.

The senior sister and other classmates talked in a low voice for a while.

The senior sister is far more straightforward and determined than Lin Zhixia. She said that she knew Wen Qi’s ability and he was more than enough to be an independent author, so she didn’t want to see Wen Qi drop out. In India, there are countless students working hard for the college entrance examination every year. There are crowds of people everywhere. How rare are the opportunities for education?

Lin Zhixia nodded quietly.

The elder sister took out her purse, opened the zipper with a “wow”, found a literature review, and slammed it on Wen Qi’s desk.

Every student present today brought gifts to Wen Qi.

However, the group of classmates headed by Lin Zhixia were given food, and the senior sister gave Wen Qi a new research direction.

The senior sister told Wen Qi that when Wen Qi sent emails to the whole group, she deleted his work, and she was very sorry. The article she brought describes a new topic that fits Wen Qi’s research direction. She hopes that Wen Qi will not divorce from academia, and at least make one last attempt before he drops out.

Lin Zhixia immediately agreed: “Yes, don’t give up all of a sudden, you try again.”

Wu Pinyan also said: “Lin Zhixia and the senior sister are about to graduate. If you fail, they don’t know.”

Wen Qi remembered the story Lin Zhixia had told. There is no expression on his face. But he accepted the kindness of senior sister.

At the morning meeting next Monday, Wen Qi summarized the content of the senior sister’s article. He only proposed a simple plan, but the tutor praised him vigorously and praised the effectiveness of his method. For the first time in his life, Wen Qi doubted whether his tutor’s comment was correct. For him, this feeling of doubt or denial was new and unprecedented. After the morning meeting, he went to the laboratory and worked continuously for a month, but he recovered his previous feelings.

Lin Zhixia was watching Wen Qi’s changes, and she couldn’t help but exclaimed: “He is the new material for my “Human Observation Diary”.”

That night, Lin Zhixia wrote in the “Human Observation Diary”: “Today is May 17, 2014. The weather is getting warmer, and my PhD life is almost over. When I first started my PhD, I asked everywhere about how to do it. To be a qualified tutor? I learn from my tutor, from my senior sister… Unfortunately, Indian senior sister Aishwarya has been reported by someone once, and it sounds like she has failed. But I suddenly felt that Aishwarya is actually very suitable. To be a tutor. Her attitude is more decisive and tough than me. She is definitely better than me in tutoring Wen Qi… The choice between tutor and student is two-way, and the situation is constantly changing… I hope I and learn Sister can always keep her original intention.”

At the beginning of June, Wen Qi was busy with the work at hand, only to find that Lin Zhixia’s “PTSIC” quantum programming language platform related to more than a dozen papers-Lin Zhixia is the main force among them, she only posted six. Called the paper making machine.

Wen Qi is not sure, Lin Zhixia’s team is still short of people.

He thought late into the night and sent her a WeChat: “Are you short of people?”

Prior to this, Wen Qi had voluntarily retired from the group.

But when he asked, Lin Zhixia pulled him back into the group.

Wen Qi deliberately modified his avatar and nickname, just because he was afraid that someone would say that he was “fleeing” and “betraying the organization”, but he really thought too much.

He finally passed the storm of life.

This year’s undergraduates are also about to graduate.

He occasionally thought of last year’s chat history with Miao Danyi, only to feel like a world away, the past is like smoke.

One night at the end of June, the moon was scarce and everything was silent. Wen Qi sat in the dormitory, focusing on the work Lin Zhixia gave him. They are perfecting the problem of graph theory in Hilbert space. This is a big subject. Participants are very ambitious. Lin Zhixia believes that if they succeed, they will bring about a major innovation in the industry.

At this moment, Wen Qi received a text message on his cell phone: “I’m downstairs.”

Wen Qi opened the curtains and looked out.

He saw that Miao Danyi was wearing a black dress and sitting on the stone steps. Her clothes and hair were as dark as ink as night. The moonlight pouring down like running water, and the dim shadow of the tree trembling with the wind, he couldn’t see the expression on her face, and of course he didn’t want to.

Miao Danyi sent him another message: “You come down, I have something to say.”

Wenqi buckled the phone screen.

He stood up anxiously and walked around the room.

He thought to himself, if he does not show up, when will Miao Danyi stay?

At eleven o’clock in the night, she still did not leave.

There was another light rain outside. In the rain, she sent an ancient poem: “It seems that this star is not last night, for whom does the midnight stand?”

Wen Qi remembered what the psychiatrist had said-when you are in trouble, you can talk to your friends first, and try to socialize gently.

In Wen Qi’s narrow circle of friends, Jiang Yubai is recognized as “gentle, smart, high emotional intelligence, and extensive communication.” It just so happens that Jiang Yubai is also a man, and Wen Qi decided to ask for foreign aid. He took a screenshot of his mobile phone and sent it to Jiang Yubai via WeChat.

He didn’t say a word, Jiang Yubai replied with one line: “I think you’d better not go downstairs.”

Wen Qi was a little shocked.

When Jiang Yubai chatted in private, he would use such a gentle and lovely tone?

Could this be the performance of Jiang Yubai’s “gentle, polite, and extensive communication”?

Perhaps when Wen Qi interacts with people, he can speak in the same way as Jiang Yubai—but this way of wording feels a bit similar to Lin Zhixia.

Before Wen Qi uttered the next sentence, he watched “Jiang Yubai” saying, “I am Lin Zhixia, and his mobile phone is in my hand.”

Wen Qi was stunned.

Lin Zhixia said: “If I were you, I would not go downstairs.”

Wen Qi didn’t actually plan to go downstairs. He just couldn’t ignore a girl sitting in the rainy night waiting for him. He asked Lin Zhixia intentionally or unintentionally: “Do you want to experience a different life?”

Lin Zhixia replied honestly: “I just want to experience a life decided by me. If you go downstairs, you will be very passive.”

Wen Qi did not speak any more.

He faced the computer screen and continued to observe his Hilbert space. That night he worked until 2:30 in the morning, and received the last message from Miao Danyi: “I have graduated, I am leaving, and I am back home, goodbye.”

He said silently in his heart: Goodbye.

Before they knew it, the undergraduates graduated.

Jiang Yubai’s parents urged him to return home early.

However, Jiang Yubai discussed with his parents and got a three-month vacation, so he can stay in Cambridge and accompany Lin Zhixia to finish his PhD.

During those three months, Jiang Yubai had a relatively leisurely life.

Lin Zhixia was preparing her doctor’s final defense in the study. Jiang Yubai was sitting beside her reading a book. Sometimes, when Lin Zhixia felt tired, she would fall on Jiang Yubai’s body. Jiang Yubai helped her rub her like an automatic massage chair. Rubbing his shoulders and back, and occasionally groping his chest, Lin Zhixia reminded him: “It’s not sour there, you can’t rub it.”

Jiang Yubai hugged her and kissed her, and called her nickname “Xia Xia.”

Lin Zhixia compromised: “Well, you can only rub it gently.”

Jiang Yubai cherishes the opportunity he won.

In the past three months, he and Lin Zhixia spent time together, reading, swimming, playing ball, and chatting together every day, which can be called fairy-like days, but the good times are always short.

In early October, Lin Zhixia successfully passed the defense, the school recognized her doctorate, and MIT was calling her to appear as soon as possible. Lin Zhixia bid farewell to the mentor and classmates in the laboratory, and everyone applauded and sent her off, as if celebrating her bright future.

When she left the laboratory building in Cambridge and crossed a bridge over the river, she saw the stone with “Farewell to Cambridge”. She silently read a poem from “Farewell to Cambridge”: “Quietly I am leaving, just as I came quietly; I waved my sleeves without taking away a cloud.”

The parting when she graduated from her Ph.D. didn’t make Lin Zhixia feel any sad emotions, and her faith became firmer. With expectations for the future, she resolutely set foot on the plane to the United States alone.

She will practise it personally and move forward on the unknown road.

This year, Lin Zhixia just turned twenty years old.

The author has something to say: [1] This story is called “Egg”, author Andy Weir, there are animations online