Yan Xiao, who had just been scolded by his father-in-law, was now being praised by his father-in-law.
He was still a bit out of sorts.
Yan Xiao didn't think he was anything special, since everything in his mind came from the appliances and smart devices in his wife's space.
Those things provided him with a lot of help; he was just benefiting from his wife's connections and taking advantage of the future world.
He felt a pang of guilt. "You know, what I've made is nothing compared to future technology."
Wen Yunhuai, however, did not take it to heart.
Let alone Yan Xiao, a native of that era, even someone from modern times like him became a professor at Peking University because he had some knowledge of the future.
Otherwise, given his past life's obsession with money and his lack of memory of historical events, he might go into business again if given a second chance, only to be overthrown as a capitalist.
Moreover, he was a time traveler, yet he couldn't come up with anything interesting in either of his two lifetimes.
Compared to this, what else could this young man Yan be but a prodigy?
"That's because you have a talent for it, kid. Don't waste your talent."
Putting aside his prejudice against this flower thief, Wen Yunhuai was actually quite easily impressed by such a young man.
Every time he thought this man had impressed him, this kid always managed to make him see him in a new light.
From a public perspective, talents like Yan Xiao are invaluable to the future of China.
Personally, well, this is his son-in-law.
Nobody can take it from me!
In any case, the extraordinary encounters he and his daughter experienced, though inexplicable, can be considered a matter of fate.
It's this kid's good fortune, and it's their good fortune too.
After all, who can say for sure that they weren't blessed by God?
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Students in the Physics Department of Kyoto University successfully developed a mechanical dog with attack capabilities, causing a sensation in the academic world and shocking the higher-ups.
It can obey human instructions and act accordingly.
It has both offensive and defensive capabilities, and can activate a remote-controlled self-destruct explosion mode when necessary.
This sounds unbelievable, yet someone actually did it.
In fact, for Yan Xiao, these were all still immature and flawed products.
If it weren't for the limited materials and the fact that the chip's calculations were still a few steps behind, he would have created a robot that could have normal conversations with people.
However, these things were not said to outsiders.
Firstly, for the present day, this technology is far too terrifying and frightening.
Secondly, things tend to reverse when they reach an extreme. It's not that he's afraid, but rather that people's minds are unpredictable. Before he's fully confident, he doesn't want to affect his family, especially since his wife has a secret she can't reveal.
…
Yan Zhenyue only learned about his son's abilities from his superiors!
No wonder he said that last time,
"I don't think there's anything good about being like you."
"There is more than one way to contribute to the country."
Yes, they fight by fists, by physical strength, and by who has more blood to last until the end.
But once this brat's stuff is perfected and developed to be applied in actual combat, it can be used to make the enemy bleed like a bomb without costing us a single soldier.
His heart was filled with a surge of excitement.
For the first time ever, I drove to Peking University to find Yan Xiao, wanting to see my son's work.
He was told, however, that his son had been invited into the lab by several leading researchers, so he had no choice but to give up.
However, he made a wasted trip in the following days.
Without exception, they were all kept outside the cold doors of the laboratory building.
…
It wasn't until a week later that Yan Zhenyue saw his son, whom he hadn't seen in a long time, and he didn't even have a chance to say a few words to him.
Yan Xiao hurriedly said, "You go back first, I'll get one for you to play with in a couple of days."
Yan Zhenyue thought his son was going back to the lab and didn't dare to delay him. He just said, "Okay, you go ahead and do your work. Don't overwork yourself and take care of your health."
The old father's rare concern went unnoticed; Yan Xiao wasn't busy going to the lab at all, but rather busy going home to spend time with his wife.
A week has passed, and this is the first time I've been away from my wife for so long.
The old guys in the lab would light up when they saw him; they didn't want him to leave at all.
He lived and worked in the lab for a week straight, without a chance to go home and be with his wife. If Yan Xiao had known these people were so difficult to deal with, he wouldn't have used the school's lab to make that initial thing.
After all, the experimental equipment in my wife's space is much more advanced than that in the school.
That was during his first month in the physics department, and his wife had specially prepared it for him.
It's just that some things are not suitable for the present world right now.
With the fifteenth of the month approaching, he handed over the small pager he had hastily developed to those few people to study, and used it as an excuse to ask for a week's leave.
After all, these people took up a week of his time, and he had to find a way to make up for it.
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Siheyuan (courtyard house).
It's the height of summer, and the branches are laden with bright red cherries, each one glistening and translucent. If you were to take a bite, they would surely burst with sweet juice...
Wen Qinghe had been craving the cherries in the yard for a long time.
We've been eagerly awaiting its blossoming and fruiting.
She picked all the small cherries from the lower branches in the past few days.
If you want to eat more, you have to go to a higher place.
She had planned to wait for Yan Xiao to return before picking the sparrows. But these past few days, some unruly little sparrows had been trying to steal her food. She tried to shoo them away with a small bamboo pole every day, but to no avail.
Most of the little cherries were stolen and eaten.
She already cherished it very much, but she couldn't bear it any longer, so she used a stool to climb the tree by holding onto the branches with both hands.
Once she has picked all the red cherries, the sparrows can eat the remaining unripe ones if they want; after all, it's not her who will suffer from the sourness.
This cherry tree is lush and leafy, and looks like it's been around for quite a while.
Wen Qinghe wore a light green floral dress today, and her hair was braided with a matching hairband.
Sunlight filtered through the gaps in the leaves, casting dappled patterns on the pale skin, making it glow and almost impossible to discern the color of the light.
The courtyard door was opened and closed from the outside, but Wen Qinghe, engrossed in picking cherries, didn't notice at all; her main goal was not to miss a single one.
She brought a large, lightweight basket and set it up on the tree trunk. In no time, she had picked almost half a basketful.
inside the house.
Yan Xiao frowned. He had searched the master bedroom, living room, and kitchen. He had even run into his father-in-law when he left the school.
Every fifteenth of the month, Wen's father would help his daughter get leave from school.
Therefore, Wen Qinghe has been staying at home and not going out for the past two days.
Yan Xiao was about to go out to check on Feng Tiezhu's house in the next alley when a flash of green caught his eye out of the corner of his eye.
He turned around as if sensing something, and there was a rustling sound coming from the cherry tree.
He could vaguely see the girl's slender, white wrist, and Yan Xiao's eyelids twitched. He took a deep breath and went to the tree.
Following the bench under the tree, I watched the figure climbing higher and higher at the top.
The man's heart skipped a beat. Forgetting to scold her for fear of frightening her, he took a deep breath and softly called out, "Qingqing."
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