Virus experts are also human beings and have emotions and desires.
Fu Hanshen stuffed a potato into his mouth, his cheeks bulging with food. After swallowing the potato, Fu Hanshen said, "My right hand is not only good at pinching test tubes, it can also do other things."
We were all adults, so it was just a harmless joke and not offensive. Everyone burst into laughter and praised Teacher Fu for his talent.
A male researcher noticed Song Fei eating in the corner, so he picked up his chopsticks and pointed them at Song Ci, "Interview Song, the youngest genius in our institute."
Song Fei put down her chopsticks and raised her head.
Beneath her short black hair, the girl's face was delicate and beautiful, her gaze as cold as the snow, her lips as pink as cherry blossoms. She stared at her male colleague quietly, her red lips parted, "Ask."
The male colleague coughed and said, "Little genius, I want to ask you, what does it feel like to be a genius?"
Unexpectedly, Song Fei said: "Geniuses are all lonely."
Everyone fell silent.
Fu Hanshen turned to Song Fei and said, "You also know loneliness?"
Song Fei nodded. "Of course. When I was little, I loved researching strange things. The neighbors in our community all called me a little weird behind my back. I didn't have any friends before." She picked up the drink, took a sip, and said, "But now, I've met a group of like-minded colleagues. I'm very lucky."
Fu Hanshen smiled and was very satisfied with her answer.
Qin Yue raised her hand and waited for Song Fei to notice her before she said, "Song Fei, Teacher Fu said that you have amazing talent in chemistry. Many big names in the chemistry world want to take you as their disciple. Why did you reject them and choose virology?"
Song Fei put down her drink. "My father is a doctor, a Chinese medicine practitioner." Speaking of her father, a rare touch of tenderness appeared on her cold face. "My father said that the most painful thing in the world is to watch someone die in pain, and he is powerless to do anything but watch."
"Saving the dying and the wounded, and caring about the world, is the greatest legacy my father left me." Song Fei seldom said such corny and explicit words, and she couldn't help but blushing after she finished speaking.
The video ends here.
At the end of the video, there was a message typed by Su Yue herself——
Saving the dying and the wounded, caring for the world is the greatest legacy your father left you, and it is also the greatest legacy you left us. Little sister Song Fei, there is no war in heaven, may you rest in peace.
Because the protagonist of the video was Song Fei, a young and talented virus expert who had just passed away, the video quickly attracted attention and became popular after being reposted by others.
After dinner, netizens had nothing to do, so they habitually opened Weibo and started checking it.
After seeing this video, everyone felt sorry for Song Fei's death. But some people also focused on Song Fei's beauty that was far superior to that of ordinary people.
Kekejun: [What kind of goddess is this! Not only is she intelligent, but she's also incredibly beautiful! Mere mortals like me can only bow down in admiration.]
Middle School Boy: [Oh my god, so beautiful, so young, and a genius with a high IQ! Too cool! Damn the war, we lost such an excellent virus expert. May the world be peaceful and there will be no war!]
Broken Glass: [This girl looks familiar, does anyone think so?]
Xiaojiu from Yan Jiang's family: [This young lady looks like a Song Dynasty porcelain beauty!]
Dashui from the Yanjiang family: [Right! The person above said what I wanted to say. I also think Miss Song Fei and the beautiful Song Ci look a lot like each other. Not just a little bit, but a lot!]
Zhan Ye: [Song Ci, Song Fei... both have the surname Song, are they really from the same family? ]
Somehow, the focus of the comments section became increasingly distorted, with everyone speculating whether Song Ci was a relative of the deceased virus expert Song Fei.
They look so similar that it's hard to explain if they're not relatives. In an attempt to verify the facts, Song Ci's fans even sent her a private message asking about this.
Han Zhan had to work overtime that night, and Song Ci was alone at home with nothing to do, so she also held her phone and checked Weibo. She opened Weibo and saw that she had tens of thousands of private messages that she hadn't read. She decided to pick a few to reply to.
When she opened the private message interface, she saw many people asking if she and Song Fei were relatives. Song Ci was a little surprised. How did netizens know that she and Song Fei were relatives?
Song Ci followed the clues and found the video. When he saw Song Fei talking and laughing with his colleagues in the video, Song Ci's originally calm mood suddenly became turbulent and he felt a pang of sourness in his heart.
At 9:20 that night, Songci, who had not updated his blog for half a month, finally updated his status.
Song Song Song Song Porcelain V: [Song Fei and I are identical twins. She's shown exceptional intelligence since she was little. I admired and respected her greatly, especially when I only managed to get an 80-something on tests through rote memorization, while she consistently scored full marks.]
Just as there are no two leaves in this world that are alike, Song Fei and I have completely different personalities. She's quiet, reserved, mature, and wise. I'm boisterous, talkative, childish, and foolish.
But even though I was so silly, Song Fei held me in her arms and protected me for my entire life.
I still remember fourteen years ago in Bijiang City. The moment the earthquake struck, Song Fei gave up her chance to escape and pulled me, still asleep, up with her. When the house collapsed, she threw me into the more resilient bathroom. But she, along with the house, fell into the rubble, suffering injuries that left her in a vegetative state for eight years.
This life was given to me by Song Fei.
She always called me a little fool, a little idiot, a little coward, and a little idiot, and her eyes were always filled with disdain when she looked at me. But in the critical moment, the person who protected me was none other than Song Fei, the one who loved to bully me.
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