Chapter 782: Encountering the Younger and Convincing Ming Yu (Two Updates in One)
"Master, why is he..."
Ye Qianji seemed to sense something and sighed softly, "My heart is dead, what's the point of having legs?"
It is said that a good death is worse than a miserable life.
But sometimes, living is harder than dying.
Back then, when he couldn't find his little moon anywhere in the world, he did have some crazy thoughts.
It's just that in the end, we pulled back and waited until today.
Therefore, Ye Qianji understands Mingyu.
Only those who have experienced loss can understand the torment of living and the ecstasy of regaining what they have lost.
Jiang Fuyue: "Can his legs be saved?"
"It's been delayed for too long, missing the best treatment period. However, with acupuncture and rehabilitation, there is still hope."
"Master," Jiang Fuyue pursed her lips, "please help him."
"Okay." Ye Qianji agreed readily, "If you can convince him."
bite--
The elevator door opened, and Ming Yu came out, controlling the wheelchair with one hand and holding a water cup with the other.
"I couldn't find your previous cup, so I went to the bar and got a new one."
As he handed it over, there was still hot water inside.
Jiang Fuyue: "Thank you."
Ming Yu: "Why are your eyes red?"
"Really? Maybe the heater made my eyes a little dry."
Ming Yu glanced at the humidifier working in the corner and said nothing, "Then drink some water. It will be much better if you replenish water in time."
"Thanks."
…
Winter nights always come especially quickly.
When the two left, street lights were already on on both sides of the street.
Jiang Fuyue looked straight ahead at the road and steered the wheel skillfully: "What do you want for dinner?"
Ming Yu thought for a moment and said, "Do you remember the clay pot rice noodle shop we used to go to?"
"I remember. At first you complained about the environment there, the greasy tables and dirty floors, and you refused to pick up your chopsticks no matter what."
The man also fell into memories, and the corners of his mouth unconsciously curled up: "Later, seeing how delicious you were eating, I tried a bite, and I couldn't stop."
"Which one do you want to go to?"
"Well, I don't know if it's still there."
"Let's take a look." Jiang Fuyue turned around immediately.
…
Half an hour later, the car stopped at the entrance of an alley on the Second Ring Road.
The aroma of various foods wafted out from inside, intertwined and mixed, stubbornly drilling into the nostrils.
Jiang Fuyue asked around and found out that the clay pot rice noodle shop was still there, but it had moved from the innermost part to the middle. There was no need to go around to the back alley, and he could just go in from the front and walk a few steps to get there.
The two of them walked in and soon saw a familiar sign.
The decoration has been completely changed and the store has been expanded. It used to have only one narrow room, but now it has three connected rooms on two floors.
"Would you two like to eat clay pot rice noodles? Please come in!"
Even the service has improved a lot.
Since it was dinner time, business was booming and almost every table was occupied.
Ming Yu was not able to go upstairs, so the two of them waited for about ten minutes before a seat became available on the first floor.
Just as the two were about to go over, a figure quickly passed by, "There's a seat here! Hurry!"
A boy of about seventeen or eighteen years old ran to the table first and sat down.
Soon, several of his friends followed in.
"Good job, Mingyang, you're pretty quick!"
The young man named "Ming Yang" raised his chin and said proudly: "Of course, don't you see who I am!"
Mingjun came over and coughed lightly: "Brother, keep a low profile."
"Yes, yes, keep a low profile."
Cen Jiuxiao looked around and said, "Why did you choose this place? It's so noisy and the environment isn't very good. How about we go to the seafood buffet on the 26th floor of Jinmao across the street?"
Ming Yang: "You don't understand! This restaurant is delicious! Ming Jun and I have eaten here many times, and the taste is amazing! If you don't believe me, try it later. I guarantee you will order a second pot."
Cen Jiuxiao was skeptical: "Is this true? Cousin Mingwei, do you want to eat here?"
The other young man, who hadn't spoken since entering, frowned slightly and didn't immediately respond. Instead, he reminded: "It seems we've taken someone else's seat."
Ming Yang felt uncomfortable and muttered quietly, "Brother, which side are you on? I was the one who grabbed it first...how come it became someone else's seat?"
Just then, the waiter came over and explained awkwardly but tactfully, "Excuse me, handsome boys, this table belongs to this gentleman and this lady. They've been waiting in line outside for more than ten minutes, so..."
Ming Yang, Ming Jun, Ming Wei, and Cen Jiuxiao subconsciously turned their gazes to the two people who were ignored on the side.
The girl is very beautiful and looks a little familiar.
The man was sitting in a wheelchair. He was handsome, had an outstanding temperament, and looked a little familiar.
The four teenagers looked at each other.
Cen Jiuxiao had already sat down, but he stood up immediately and said, "Sorry, we didn't know."
Mingjun also stood up and stepped aside to make room for the table, but he was secretly glancing at Mingyu out of the corner of his eyes, especially at the wheelchair.
Mingwei wasn't sitting down in the first place, so now he didn't have to get up.
Only Ming Yang, who had "excitedly grabbed a good seat but ended up being disappointed", was still sitting there, with a look of "dissatisfaction" and "unconvinced" written on his face.
Mingjun hurried forward and bumped his elbow: "Brother, stop it, they got here earlier than us."
"I grabbed it first..." he muttered softly.
Although his face showed his dissatisfaction, he did not act coyly when he stood up to give up his seat.
"Okay, okay, please sit down." He would never bully a disabled person!
Then he asked the waiter, "Are there no other seats?"
"There's one upstairs."
Ming Yang's mouth twitched, "Why didn't you say so earlier?" If they had known earlier, they would have gone up! What are they still fighting for?
He turned around and called to the other three: "Let's go, let's go sit upstairs."
Mingjun and Cen Jiuxiao followed.
Mingwei stood there without moving.
Cen Jiuxiao turned around and called him: "Brother?"
At this moment, Ming Wei suddenly walked up to Ming Yu and squatted down: "Are you my second uncle?"
Mingyang's feet suddenly stopped and he almost fell.
Mingjun was fine, so he wasn't that surprised. He glanced at the wheelchair again, and it turned out to be him...
Ming Tao, the head of the Ming family and Ming Yu's father, indeed has only one biological son.
But before Mingyu was born, he adopted a child named Mingke.
That is Mingwei's father, who married Xie Yunxuan, the fifth son of the Xie family. In fact, he is also Xie Dingyuan's brother-in-law.
As for Mingyang and Mingjun, they are brothers and Mingzheng's sons.
Ming Zheng is Ming Yu's cousin, so these two children should call him Ming Yu.
"uncle."
Mingjun spoke first.
Ming Yang took a while to react, "Is this really my uncle? Are you absolutely sure?"
Is it such a coincidence?
Didn't he just want to bring his brothers here to eat some clay pot rice noodles?
How did I run into my uncle who hasn’t been home for twenty years?
The key point is that he is competing with his uncle for the position? !
It’s over, it’s over. Will my dad beat me to death when I get back?
"Brother, call someone quickly!" Mingjun winked at him.
Ming Yang said “Oh”: “Uncle, uncle, uncle!”
Ming Yu: “…”
Mingjun covered his face.
Mingwei's mouth twitched.
Cen Jiuxiao said directly: "Pfft... I'm sorry, I couldn't help it." Then, he also called out: "Hello, Uncle Ming!"
Ming Yu nodded: "Hello."
Then, the four teenagers ran straight to the second floor as if fleeing from famine, and Ming Yu and Jiang Fuyue sat down in the empty seats.
The waiter came forward and asked: "What would you like to eat?"
Jiang Fuyue: "A three-fresh casserole."
Ming Yu: “Same.”
"Okay, you two take a seat, it will be ready soon."
…
At the same time, on the second floor, four teenagers were not bothering to order and were gathered together to talk, with excited expressions and exclamations.
"Oh my god! It really is my uncle." Ming Yang patted his chest, still feeling apprehensive. "Isn't he in the northwest? Why is he back?"
Mingjun: "It's not surprising that my uncle is back, what's surprising is that no one knows about it. Brother Wei, have you heard Uncle talk about it at home?"
The "uncle" Mingjun mentioned was Mingtao.
Ming Wei shook his head: "No."
Grandpa never mentioned it.
Ming Yang didn't believe it: "Then how did you recognize it?"
Ming Wei raised her eyelids and glanced at him: "There are photos at home."
"That's an old photo from twenty years ago. Could it be that it's still exactly the same as it is now?"
Mingwei didn't argue with him about this boring topic anymore.
Of course, there are more than just old photos from twenty years ago at home. There are also recent photos of Mingyu, which are sent from the northwest every once in a while. The old man and the old lady usually keep them like treasures and take them out to look at them whenever they have time.
Watch and sigh.
Sighing and wiping away tears.
Mingwei had run into him a few times and had seen the photos.
The sky inside is always filled with yellow sand and thick fog. Mingyu sits in a wheelchair, directing experiments, bowing his head in deep thought, or giving a presentation...
Mingwei knew from a very young age that he had a young uncle who was a scientist. He was very capable and was the pride of the entire family and even China. However, he never came home and never called.
Many times he heard his grandmother crying and saying, "If I had known he was so stubborn, I shouldn't have..."
What shouldn't be done?
A question mark remained in Mingwei's little heart.
Sadly, there was never an answer.
Because every time she was halfway through the story, she would burst into tears.
Mingjun: "What about uncle? Does he know?"
The "uncle" he mentioned was Ming Ke.
Ming Wei still shook his head: "I don't know."
"Should we tell our family?"
The three brothers of the Ming family looked at each other, unable to make up their minds.
Cen Jiuxiao didn't say anything the whole time and was just listening to them. Strictly speaking, he had no relationship with the Ming family.
It’s just that Mingwei is his cousin. Because of this relationship, he is close to the two brothers Mingyang and Mingjun, and the four of them often make appointments to play basketball together.
Cen Jiuxiao: "Uncle Ming looks like he hasn't just arrived in the capital. He even brought his girlfriend with him. If you guys just call his house and everyone knows about it, wouldn't that be bad?"
"Maybe his family already knew he was back, but they just didn't tell you guys."
Seeing Ming Wei stunned, Ming Yang and Ming Jun also looked hesitant, Cen Jiuxiao suddenly felt that the three of them were stunned by his analysis, and laughed so proudly.
"Do you think what I said makes sense?"
"Wait, wait a minute," Mingjun raised his hand, stuttering nervously, "Who did you say your uncle was with?"
Cen Jiuxiao: "Girlfriend!"
Mingjun: “!”
"What's with that expression? I'm telling you, don't believe me, a man and a woman coming out to eat, especially in a small restaurant like this, they must be very close."
Ming Yang also: “!”
Cen Jiuxiao continued, "It's just that our ages don't match. That girl looks only a few years older than us, but that's okay. After all, Uncle Ming doesn't look old. His hair is jet black and shiny. Do you think he's had a hair treatment?"
Ming Wei: “…”
Cen Jiuxiao nodded and said naively, "Really? My dad did it secretly! And he didn't let me tell my mom!"
Three people: "..."
Ming Yang: "Is that girl really my uncle's girlfriend? Damn! This news is too explosive! If it's true, I guarantee the Ming family will be blown up!"
Mingjun: "Hiss! Do you think that girl... looks familiar?"
Ming Wei nodded: "Yes, he looks very familiar."
Ming Yang scratched his face. "Hearing you mention it, I think it looks familiar too. Ah Xiao, what do you think?"
Cen Jiuxiao rubbed his chin in a pretentiously thoughtful tone, "Everyone thinks he looks familiar. Either he's from the same industry, we've all seen him before; or he's a celebrity singer who often appears on TV and is trending on the internet."
Ming Yang: "That makes sense..."
Mingwei: "This is the first time I've noticed you're quite smart."
Cen Jiuxiao: “?” Be a human being!
Mingjun had already taken out his phone: "I have to tell my dad, I think he'll be so surprised that he'll jump."
Ming Wei thought about it. He didn't know if his father would jump, but the old man would definitely jump: "...Then I'll tell my family too."
Downstairs, two servings of three-fresh casserole dishes were served, steaming hot and emitting white steam. The soup in the bowls was still boiling with the residual heat, making a sizzling sound.
Ming Yu: "It still tastes the same as before."
Jiang Fuyue nodded, and after swallowing it, she said, "It hasn't changed much."
Neither of them liked to talk while eating, and they focused their attention on the food.
Jiang Fuyue finished eating first, and a thin layer of sweat covered the tip of his nose.
Ming Yu put down his chopsticks, took out a tissue and handed it to her: "Wipe it."
"Thank you." Jiang Fuyue reached out to take it.
When paying, Jiang Fuyue took out his mobile phone and prepared to scan the code.
Ming Yu said he would come, but the QR code on the table was half damaged and could not be recognized.
"It's okay," Jiang Fuyue stood up, "You can sweep the front desk on your way out."
When we got to the front desk, we found that the QR code was flat on the counter, but the counter was too high and Mingyu couldn't scan it at all in his wheelchair.
The atmosphere became awkward for a moment.
The waiter quickly took out the QR code on the stand and held it in front of him with both hands, "Please scan this."
Ming Yu lowered his eyes and calmly scanned the code to pay.
The waiter shouted to the two people's backs: "Welcome back next time!"
He immediately asked his colleagues to quickly put a QR code on the side of the counter, and sighed with regret: "Such a handsome man is disabled, what a pity..."
After leaving the snack alley, Jiang Fuyue didn't rush to get the car.
Instead, he walked along the street with Mingyu.
To be precise, she was taking a walk and Mingyu was in a wheelchair the whole time.
The night is bleak and the street lights are dim.
The cold wind brushed across my cheeks like an ice knife scraping against my face.
The exhaled air also turned white and curled up.
Suddenly, "Ayu, please heal your leg. I want to see you stand up again."
Mingyu was silent for a long time.
He half closed his eyes, and Jiang Fuyue couldn't see his expression.
The cold wind howled, causing the bare branches on the roadside to sway gently.
I don’t know how long it took—
He raised his head and raised his lips to her: "Okay."
As long as you want, I will do my best to meet your request, no matter what it is.
…
After the New Year's Day holiday, students returned to school one after another.
Jiang Fuyue no longer attended classes regularly and was not seen most of the time.
because--
"I heard Sister Yue is back in the lab? Is that true?"
"Really? I went to the cafeteria to eat after my morning run this morning, and I happened to run into Sister Yue as she came out of the cafeteria and walked towards the laboratory."
"The big devil is about to start causing trouble again, chicken jelly!"
"By the way, what subject are you researching this time? Last time, among the three CNS articles, there was one in physics and two in biology. It's said that Sister Yue is also a master in math and computer science. I'm afraid she's going to be working on chemistry this time?"
"If someone says one day that Sister Yue won an Olympic gold medal, I wouldn't be surprised."
"Of course! The almighty goddess is no exaggeration!"
“…”
Jiang Fuyue had no idea what the outside world was saying.
She only knew that winter vacation was only half a month away and she didn't have much time left.
As for Mingyu...
From that day on, I started active treatment.
Due to long-term mobility problems, his calf muscles have slightly atrophied.
Ye Qianji: "Luckily he gets massages every day, otherwise it would be much worse! Now it's just that the treatment period is longer and the rehabilitation is more difficult, so he's lucky!"
Mingyu also cooperated with the treatment wholeheartedly as promised.
Ye Qianji sighed: "It's good to have a lively heart. Only when the heart is alive can people live."
…
Soon, the matter that Jiang Fuyue asked Niu Rui to investigate also had some clues -
"According to data, there are currently twelve official laboratories in China that possess samples of the Shenkewo virus. Ten of these are virus research institutes under the jurisdiction of higher authorities. We can't reach that far yet."
Jiang Fuyue: "What about the remaining two families?"
Niu Rui: "One is Xie Dingyuan's biochemical research laboratory. The entire team is now on the front line of the epidemic prevention in Continent F. They have not only many samples, but also a complete range. However, distance is a problem. In addition, with the protection of the Chinese and Continental governments, it is difficult to obtain them. Even if they are obtained, it is almost impossible to transport them back to China."
"The last one is the Shen Wenzhao Biological Laboratory. Shen Wenzhao is a leading figure in domestic biology, Xie Dingyuan's teacher, and also teaches at Q University."
"My personal suggestion is that the Virus Research Institute is not easy to deal with, and Xie Dingyuan's laboratory is too far away. The best place to start is Shen Wenzhao's laboratory. Find a way to get him to give you some samples. It shouldn't be difficult."
Shen Wenzhao?
That's really a coincidence.
Didn’t you just come to Mingda University to teach a while ago?
"Okay, I understand."
Niu Rui ended the call.
Jiang Fuyue suddenly stopped being anxious. She looked at the academic papers spread out on the table. These papers brought together the latest research on the Shenkwo virus by the world's top biologists and pathologists.
Even including their research conclusions that have not yet been made public.
Jiang Fuyue took two days to digest half of it, and now his mind is full of various theories and models, some of which are even mutually exclusive and contradictory.
The most urgent task is to summarize the previous failure experience in the shortest possible time and then determine one's own research direction.
Jiang Fuyue can only ensure accuracy to the greatest extent by eliminating as many interference items and indirect interference items as possible that have been proven to fail.
To put it simply, it means watching others get into a dead end and then determining your own route based on this.
Three days later, Jiang Fuyue had digested all the remaining information.
I have a general direction in mind.
She found Xu Kaiqing and said with a smile: "Old Xu, I'll treat you to a meal."
The door was open, and the wind blew in, blowing into his collar. Xu Kaiqing shuddered: "Why is it so cold..."
Two updates combined into one, 5,000 words.
(End of this chapter)
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