"Jiang Chen, do you prefer a younger brother or a younger sister?"
He Qianjian turned to look at Jiang Chen. When his gaze lightly swept over He Qianmin and He Qianyu, there was some deep meaning in his eyes, but there was nothing wrong with his tone.
Jiang Chen raised his eyes, and saw He Qianyu's expectant expression. He said calmly, "Our family doesn't favor boys over girls or girls over boys. As long as they are my brother or sister, I will naturally like them."
He Qianjian didn't know whether Jiang Chen really didn't understand what he meant or was just trying to use his tricks to get the better of him. He felt a little unwilling to let Jiang Chen fall into his trap. He asked with a smile, as if chatting with friends, "That's what you said, but there are always people who like someone more. As long as you are human, you will have emotional preferences. It's okay for you to say it."
He Qianmin's face turned cold and he wanted to lose his temper, but when he thought that this was the Jiang family and He Qianjian's identity was really special, he just kept a straight face.
"Brother Qianjian." He Qianyu leaned forward with her hands on both sides of the sofa, looking at He Qianjian with a puzzled look: "Do all people have emotional tendencies?"
He Qianjian said: "Of course."
He Qianyu said innocently: "So do you like dad or mom more?"
He Qianjian choked and opened his mouth, but didn't know how to answer.
He Yanya glanced at He Qianjian, frowned, and looked down at his watch: "It's getting late, we have to go back."
Yang Si nodded, and without trying to persuade them to stay, he stood up and said, "Then I'll see you off."
After He Yanya and the others left, Yang Si shook his head slightly, but didn't say anything. It was almost twelve o'clock, and fireworks were blooming in the dark outside the window, accompanied by the sound of the Spring Festival Gala, and the atmosphere of the New Year was very strong.
The whole family went to the second-floor terrace. Yang Si looked at the fireworks in the night sky and the children playing and laughing downstairs, holding her belly and said, "The new year is about to begin."
Jiang Zhuo put his coat on her and said with a smile, "Yes, after this year, our family will get better and better."
Jiang Chen looked up, staring at the simple yet brilliant fireworks in the sky. His phone was buzzing in his pocket. He took it out and saw that it was a message from other friends in the group and on the list. Without exception, they all said Happy New Year.
After checking the time, they realized that they had missed the most exciting countdown of the Spring Festival Gala because they were watching the fireworks. Jiang Chen turned to look at his parents: "Dad, Mom, Happy New Year."
Yang Si and Jiang Zhuo were also stunned, then they reacted and laughed: "Happy New Year, son."
Although Wugu Village was not as cold as the urban area of Yan City, the wind was still chilly at night. Yang Si was still an elderly pregnant woman, and Jiang Chen and Jiang Zhuo were both worried about her health. After standing on the terrace for a while, they both returned to the living room. After chatting for a while, she felt sleepy, so Jiang Zhuo and his son naturally returned to their rooms.
Lying on the bed, Jiang Chen chatted with Shen Xu and Huo Bo in a haphazard manner. The sound of fireworks outside the window had gradually weakened, and the sounds of children laughing and playing also quieted down. He walked to the computer, turned it on, and suddenly didn't know what to do.
I promised my parents that I would have a good rest and not work on New Year's Eve and New Year's Day, but turning on the computer before going to bed has become my instinct, and working is also one of the things I must do before going to sleep.
"Changjiang." Jiang Chen said softly: "Happy New Year."
Changjiang responded quickly, still with a cold electronic voice carrying electricity, but maybe it was due to psychological reasons, it seemed to have a little more warmth: "Happy New Year, Dylan."
In a trance, Jiang Chen seemed to have returned to the heavily guarded but cold apartment in his previous life. At that time, the Federation had long since lost its country. People of all nationalities and skin colors, and even souls of other races from other planets, lived together, and the celebrations of various countries were all sloppy.
Whenever the New Year comes, only the Yangtze River keeps him company. He is used to working during the New Year, but he also wishes it a Happy New Year on this day every year. It seems like a routine, but also like a kind of remembrance. Until today, he finally returned to his relatives and they could say Happy New Year to each other. This feeling is really different.
Jiang Chen smiled and randomly opened a web page. When he saw the local social news that someone was poisoned after eating New Year's Eve dinner and the whole family was admitted to the hospital, he picked up his phone and opened the chat software for some reason.
As soon as he entered the chat app page, the phone screen turned and the caller ID showed that it was the person he was looking for.
Jiang Chen paused, and suddenly there was a smile in his eyes that he himself didn't even notice, and he answered the phone: "Happy New Year."
Shi Fengyue laughed, his voice was like an electric current, and it seemed to cause the vibration on the other end of the phone. Jiang Chen changed his hand and stood up: "What are you laughing at?"
"Why did you answer the phone so quickly? Were you waiting for me to say Happy New Year to you?" His voice was low and deep, and seemed to be deliberately lowered. There was a hint of hoarseness in his laughter, like the laziness and leisure of curling up on the sofa with a pillow in his arms after completely relaxing.
"I was just about to send you a message." Jiang Chen heard his voice, paused, and asked, "Did you just wake up? Didn't you stay up all night?"
“No.” Shi Fengyue said, “I had two surgeries in the afternoon and didn’t get home until the evening. I had dinner with grandpa and my uncle and then went to sleep.”
During the Chinese New Year and other holidays, most industries can take a break, but there are many industries that cannot take holidays, and doctors are one of them.
"Why are you awake at this time?"
"I was woken up by the sound of fireworks in the courtyard." Shi Fengyue's voice was full of laughter: "I closed the window and prepared to go back to sleep, but when I remembered that I hadn't said Happy New Year to you, I picked up the phone again."
Jiang Chen smiled and said, "I heard your blessing. You can continue to sleep."
"I haven't said it yet, how come you heard it?" Shi Fengyue asked him with a smile.
Jiang Chen thought about it. Shi Fengyue had said the words "Happy New Year" several times just now, but it seemed that he had never said it formally to him once.
"Happy New Year, Jiang Chen."
Shi Fengyue's voice was lighter than before. His voice was less hoarse and seemed more serious, which made people feel that he was speaking in a serious manner.
Jiang Chen paused and curled his lips: "Thank you."
"You won't wish me a happy new year?"
"Didn't I say that before?" Jiang Chen could imagine Shi Fengyue's dissatisfaction as he raised his eyebrows. The smile on his face deepened, but he still said, "Happy New Year."
After hanging up the phone, Jiang Chen suddenly felt like he could fall asleep even without working. He didn't turn off the computer and lay back on the bed. Sure enough, he fell asleep not long after.
After the third day of the Chinese New Year, Jiang Chen will go back to the research institute to work. After several times of getting along in the past half month, Yang Si's impression of He Qianjian has been declining, and later he even deliberately avoided bumping into the He family's walking time. But apart from He Qianjian, Yang Si unexpectedly had a good impression of He Yanya, and said to him: "I heard that Aunt Qianmin is also doing research. I felt it when I met her last time. She is an intellectual at first glance, quiet and delicate, and doesn't talk much. If you have any questions in the future, you can ask Aunt Qianmin."
Jiang Chen laughed and did not tell Yang Si that he and He Yanya were in two completely different research fields. They had nothing in common, let alone discussing with each other. He just smiled and got into the car that came to pick him up from the research institute, and continued what he had not finished before: "Call me if you feel uncomfortable. I will always keep my phone on. I have told you the function of every switch in the house before. If you think you need to..."
"Hey, there's no need for this." Yang Si interrupted him with a complaint, but her eyes were full of smiles: "It's still a long way from the due date. Don't learn from your father. He wants to watch over me 24 hours a day. He even has to call me a few times when he wants to go to the toilet."
As soon as the words fell, Jiang Zhuo's voice came out: "Wife! Hasn't our son gotten in the car yet? Have you come in?"
Yang Si shook his head helplessly at Jiang Chen. Jiang Chen found it a little funny to see his father trotting out to check the situation. Even Qian Yi, who came to pick Jiang Chen up, couldn't help laughing.
When we arrived at the research institute, the New Year atmosphere was swept away. Everyone put aside the leisure of the holiday and plunged into intense research experiments.
Jiang Chen's project team was just established before the New Year, and the project deadline and progress were very good, so they had a few days off during the New Year. However, many research institutes did not take any breaks during the New Year, such as the navigation group.
They seemed to have encountered some difficulties. At noon, while eating in the cafeteria, Jiang Chen heard Yu Yi and others from the same project team discussing this matter: "Is there really no way to fix it?"
The man shook his head and said, "We still haven't figured out which link went wrong. The new assistant researcher left the lab that day and didn't record the data. All our efforts over the past year have gone to waste. We can only start over again."
“Are you just giving up like that?” Yu Yi frowned. She seemed to have a good relationship with the girl next to her. Perhaps she realized the seriousness of the matter. She was always neat and calm, but her tone was filled with worry: “The higher-ups will definitely hold us accountable.”
"I'm not afraid of being held accountable." The girl lowered her head. "It's just that this is our hard work for more than a year, and it's ruined just like that. Our leader knew about this and locked himself in the lab and hasn't come out yet..."
Jiang Chen listened silently and found out that during the New Year holiday, the navigation team had a problem with some instrument for some reason, which caused the project that had already entered the final stage to be suspended. The assistant researcher on duty was not there when the problem occurred, so they didn't even know the cause of the problem. However, the chip on the instrument was the core of this research. The chip was destroyed, and their project was basically ruined.
Jiang Chen was not the only one listening to their conversation. Zhang Lei, who sat at the same table, was also listening. Seeing Yu Yi gently patting the girl's back to comfort her, he glanced at Jiang Chen, who was eating with his eyes downcast, and suddenly chuckled, "Why not? If I remember correctly, your project is based on the N1571 patent. The owner of the patent is Shi Fengyue, who is quite knowledgeable in this area. He once said that if Xiang Lao's students were to find him, even if they couldn't save your chip, they should at least be able to find the cause of the instrument failure."
The girl raised her head, but she didn't cry, but her face was very haggard: "But how difficult it is to invite Shi Fengyue, the whole institute knows it. We have thought of this method, but can he come?"
"Just because you can't invite him doesn't mean others can't." Zhang Lei tried to stick out his lips in Jiang Chen's direction, "He's our project leader. Like Shi Fengyue, he's a rare genius scientist. The circles of geniuses naturally overlap. They are friends. If he comes forward, he will definitely be able to invite Shi Fengyue."
Jiang Chen raised his eyes, and Zhang Lei smiled provocatively, saying word by word: "I am right, isn't I, Team Leader?"
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