Chapter 81 Two relatives who are not related by blood.

Wen Xun's breathing became lighter because he discovered a shocking secret.

Bian Ling doesn't seem to have the ability to love.

In other words, because they have never been loved passionately, they don’t know how to use their perception correctly.

Looking back on the other person's turbulent first half of his life, apart from the simple and honest mother who passed away young and a very short teacher-student relationship, Bian Ling had hardly felt a trace of kindness from others.

His college entrance examination results were replaced by someone else, his university admission quota was snatched away by someone else, and he was even cheated by his boss after finally finding a job. Despite such a harsh living experience, the other party was still willing to go to the Shen family to seek the last bit of comfort.

Unfortunately, Shen Yuchuan was not at home that day, and the Shen family still disappointed him.

In fact, if you think about it in detail, Wen Xun always feels that there is a very direct sense of separation between the border ridges in front and behind, as if the experiences in the first half of his life could not create the border god who now wants to buy a cemetery, but he is still willing to believe the person in front of him for no reason.

The Bian Ling he knew was the real person in front of him, not the rigid information on paper.

Wen Xun grew up in a wealthy family. He was loved by his parents, relatives, teachers and friends. Even the bitterness of love was seven parts sweet to him. The biggest hurdle in his life was that he was diagnosed with advanced stomach cancer at a young age.

But even so, he met the right person at the right time. He met the person who solved the problem that the scientific community predicted would never be solved in the next two hundred years.

Giving trust and becoming friends are things that can be done almost instinctively.

Judging others by himself, Wen Xun felt that with Bian Ling's smart brain, there was definitely no need for him to hint or explicitly state anything, but now he found that he was wrong.

For some people, you have to hit them right in front of you so that they can open their eyes and see and feel it.

Wen Xun took out a bottle of nutrient solution from his pocket and handed it to him: "Eat it." This was the one Zhao Er gave him on the road just now.

Professor Bian took it obediently: "You haven't answered my question yet."

"Friends, if we're just ordinary friends, then we can just exchange names."

"Not this kind."

"That means they are very close friends."

Bian Ling had already drunk half of the nutrient solution. He nodded vaguely, "Almost."

"That's easy. Friends are people you choose yourself. They're not your blood relatives."

The bottle of nutrient solution that Bian Ling was holding in his mouth suddenly fell and hit the cracked old tiles. The little remaining liquid spread out, creating a blurred boundary, just like the inexplicable emotions that were rising in him at this moment.

After a long while, Bian Ling spoke: "Boss Wen, you are so good at speaking sweet words. Miss Ji is so lucky."

"So, are we friends?"

Bian Ling was silent for a moment, and still gave the same answer: "I don't know."

It was the same answer, but Wen Xun did not show any radical attitude this time. He even handed over a tube of nutrient solution with good patience.

Bian Ling is a very generous person. He can share his scientific research results with the world, allowing countless people to benefit from him. He can also be given a "Good Man Apple" in a live broadcast room with more than one million people. He was deeply moved at the time.

But it was not until now that he finally understood the true weight of the apple.

He was both grateful and regretful. He was grateful that he stopped the car and dug the man out from under the hopeless tree, but he also regretted not getting to know the man earlier. Even during his time at Ningbo University, he could have given him more help.

Premier Wen even felt a little regretful for not launching the Immortal Apple Project.

But at the same time, Bian Ling is an extremely stingy person. He is reluctant to give anyone even a little bit of emotional projection. He wraps himself too well and will not be hurt if he does not give. This is the same as many people who have had fish bones stuck in their throats and never eat fish again.

If you throw the baby out with the bathwater just once, you're being overly cautious, but what if... it happens more than once?

Wen Xun suddenly felt powerless. Before he came, he was so arrogant and wanted to grab the person and blast him into pieces, but after he came, his voice became smaller and smaller.

"No, I can't eat anymore."

Wen Xun also knew that the other party didn't have a big appetite, so he stuffed the nutrient solution back into his pocket. As if discussing today's weather, he suddenly spoke calmly: "Do you still remember the apple you gave me last year?"

"Didn't you eat it?"

"Yes, I ate them, but I kept the seeds. Last winter, I built a greenhouse and planted all the apple seeds in pots."

Wen Xun took out his phone and remotely turned on the home surveillance camera, which monitored you as two equally matched apple seedlings. "For various reasons, only these two survived. I was planning to wait until spring to transplant them outdoors and give you a surprise then."

The two seedlings were short, like some poor malnourished creatures, but for Wen Xun, who was trying planting for the first time, this was the limit of what he could do.

For this reason, he filmed the entire process of raising seedlings with a time-lapse camera. The process of life development is often subtle and undetectable, but when it is condensed into a video, just watching it quietly can make people feel tears welling up in their eyes.

No matter what kind of life it is, it is trying hard to live and grow.

[Wow, President Wen is so thoughtful. Professor, why are you silent?]

It wasn't that Bian Ling didn't say anything; he was just a little surprised by Wen Xun's... honesty. So, he thought for a moment and decided he should be more honest, too: "Boss Wen, if you gave me an apple, I would eat it completely, even down to the core. Even if I saved the seed and planted it into a tree, I wouldn't tell anyone that the tree was once just a tiny seed hidden inside an apple."

This is the most essential difference between him and Wen Xun.

“So, that’s what friends are.”

"What?"

"Even if you don't tell him, he will know where that big, lush apple tree in your yard came from."

No wonder among so many people around him, only Wen Xun has tasted the sweetness of love.

"Premier Wen is worthy of his political background; his eloquence is truly remarkable."

Wen Xun snatched his phone back and finally threw in the towel: "Bian Ling, can you say something more humane?"

Bian Ling readily agreed: "I want to stay in Lucheng."

"What's so special about this place?"

Bian Ling nodded: "This is my spiritual homeland."

[……] What a spiritual hometown! It feels like I was punched from the air.

Wen Xun didn't expect to get such an answer, but since the other party said it, he believed it. However, before he could speak, the other party spoke again.

"Don't send so many people to guard me. Don't let me know that someone is following me. Please help me rent a clean little house here. I'm waiting for someone to make a wish."

"who?"

Bian Ling suddenly became happy. This happiness had no reason, but he was very happy: "Ajun."

"Ahhhhhhh! Professor, what are you doing?! Don't expose your true identity!"

"Yourself?"

"You could say that."

That means the answer is wrong. Wen Xun made a mental note of this: "I'll find someone to coordinate the housing later. Also, this is your travel ID card. Remember to see a doctor next time you get sick."

"...Thank you. I'm grateful for your advice."

He was surprisingly easy to talk to. Could it be that the apple tree was really working?!

President Wen left in a relatively calm mood. Although the requirements for housing were very low when he was exiled to Lingnan, he still managed to get a small two-story villa for someone within a limited time. There were many beautiful houses left by overseas Chinese in Lucheng. He spent some time buying one and tidying it up, so he could move in with his luggage at night.

The living area of ​​the small villa is not large, and one side is covered with a flower wall. When you open the window of the terrace on the second floor, you can see the bustling street scene, which is a very suitable place to find peace and quiet in the hustle and bustle.

However, perhaps it was fate's guidance that led Bian Ling to walk all the way to the small house. He couldn't help but look back into the distance. There stood an ordinary tower, and this tower—

It has never withered even at the end of the world.

What's more, the villa and laboratory he bought with merit points at the end of the world is also located in this location.

"President Wen."

Bian Ling suddenly asked, "Why did you choose this place?"

"You don't like it? If you don't like it..."

"I like it, I like it very much."

Wen Xun was about to help someone open the door, but upon hearing this, he immediately handed over the card key: "Now, it's yours."

[…What a wealthy and powerful person.]

Bian Ling settled down in Lucheng. Although there must be someone protecting him secretly, in the eyes of his neighbors, he was just a handsome, artistic and lonesome guy who moved in next door.

Moreover, this handsome guy is very caring. Every now and then he would bring cakes and fruits to visit the lonely old lady Wang who lives diagonally across the street. The old lady has been very happy recently. She feels refreshed every day when she goes out to play mahjong.

Living alone is good, but... eating is a little difficult.

In the end, President Wen couldn't stand it anymore and sent the laboratory chef over on a business trip, which saved some extra expenses for going in and out of the hospital.

[Sigh——]

"What are you panting for?"

Ajun: ...Then I'm just afraid that you might reveal your dual personality setting without thinking too much, catching everyone off guard.

[No, I just haven't had such good meals before.]

Bian Ling said, "Indeed, I haven't eaten it either."

The two of them inexplicably found the only thing in common in each other, and then Ah Jun began to quietly and boldly:

[Professor, I want you to try the shrimp on the left. It looks delicious!]

"You peel it for me and I'll eat it."

...Please don’t bother a non-physical ghost!

Here, Bian Ling finally lived a simple and peaceful vacation life in Lucheng, while on the other side in the central city of Beijing, the National Center for Disease Control and Prevention received a series of reports of multiple cases of unknown infectious diseases from various places.

The source of infection is unknown, but the disease is extremely contagious. General treatments for infectious diseases are basically ineffective. Based on the current course of the disease, I'm afraid deaths will occur soon.

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The author has something to say: After returning to Beijing this time, Premier Wen: started to work hard and study psychology [empty bowl][empty bowl]!

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