After filling out the admission confirmation form of Yanda, Jiang Chen received a call from Mr. Xiang.
Mr. Xiang would call Jiang Chen almost every week. They would talk about new data from the laboratory, new progress in domestic computer research, or a good scientific journal. Although the two of them talked mostly about academic discussions, they would occasionally talk about other things during casual conversation.
The life experience and academic knowledge possessed by an industry expert are like a vast ocean. When he teaches others everything he knows, the words "benefited a lot" would underestimate the gains of that person. Jiang Chen learned not only professional knowledge from Mr. Xiang, but also his attitude towards scientific research and his open-mindedness towards life.
Although they had known each other for a short time and had only been in contact via mobile phone, both Jiang Chen and Xiang felt that their relationship was more like that of a close friend regardless of age difference rather than a teacher and student, with similar interests and a sense of regret for not meeting each other earlier.
So, when Mr. Xiang said he wanted to invite Jiang Chen to his home, Jiang Chen agreed without hesitation.
On the second weekend of December, Jiang Chen visited the Xiang family with the latest "Yangtze River Picture Recognition System".
Mr. Xiang had been waiting in the living room. Before the servants led Jiang Chen in, he had already walked up to him with a vigorous pace, taking two steps at a time, "Did you bring the repair system you just researched?"
Jiang Chen raised his backpack and said with a smile, "Here."
"Hurry, hurry, hurry." Mr. Xiang grabbed his wrist impatiently: "Go to my study, let me see if it's as magical as you said. I have scanned some old photos I prepared into the computer. Wait a minute--"
"Dad." An elegant lady came out from the living room. She smiled and stopped in front of the two men. She smiled kindly at Jiang Chen and then looked at Xiang Lao: "This is Xiao Jiang's first time at home, and you didn't even let him sit down and have a sip of water."
Xiang Lao turned around and asked Jiang Chen: "Are you thirsty?"
Jiang Chen hesitated for a moment, and Ms. Xiang blinked at him.
"I feel a little thirsty..."
"Then ask Azhi to bring a glass of water to my study later." Mr. Xiang waved his daughter's hand away and went upstairs while saying to Jiang Chen, "Where was I just now? By the way, those old photos are many years old, and the faces are not very clear anymore. Let's test the restoration effect of the photos later."
Jiang Chen was being held by Mr. Xiang, so he could only nod politely to Ms. Xiang, apologize, and follow.
Seeing the two of them enter the study, Ms. Xiang smiled helplessly, turned around and walked into the dining room, and said to the girl waiting at the table: "Your grandfather took him upstairs and didn't even let Xiao Jiang drink his saliva."
The girl smiled slightly and said, "I had guessed this would happen."
"Although we only met once, the child looks good." Ms. Xiang sat down next to the girl and said with a smile, "She is clean and polite, with a clear gaze and a good temper. You have good taste."
"Auntie!" the girl said angrily, her ears turning red.
"You're still shy." Ms. Xiang teased, "I've never seen you care so much about a boy before? Do you really like him? Didn't you only meet him once?"
The girl blushed, but her tone was firm: "If you like it, you can be sure after just one meeting."
Ms. Xiang tapped her forehead and said, "Don't say that Auntie didn't give you a chance. I'll give you the job of delivering water to the study later."
The girl pursed her lips and smiled, then nodded.
In the study, an old man and a young boy put their heads together, staring at the progress bar on the laptop screen.
Mr. Xiang: “How long does it usually take to restore a photo?”
Jiang Chen: "Judging from the blurriness, it usually takes less than two minutes. This photo should take longer."
"I heard that you can repair videos?" Mr. Xiang asked, "Have you tried it?"
"We tested it 187 times, and tested it three more times after debugging." Jiang Chen said, "The clarity and restoration are very high, but the duration is still difficult to grasp. I have been testing and improving for more than half a month, but the speed is still not much improved. The fastest time was when I was in the laboratory. A 20-minute video with a normal degree of blur took 1 hour and 23 minutes to repair."
Mr. Xiang nodded and said, "This is normal. It is the computer's CPU that slows down the computer, not your software. However, the home computers currently on the market may have difficulty loading your repair system. You are now cooperating with Lide. Are you going to license this repair system to them?"
"This is my new product." Jiang Chen smiled and shook his head: "It's not suitable for market launch at the moment. I haven't figured out how to do it."
Elder Xiang pondered for a moment and said, "Xiao Jiang, if you believe in me, I suggest you sell the Yangtze River Image Restoration System to the country or cooperate with the country in research and development. You haven't entered a national laboratory yet, so you may not know how much this restoration system will promote the current scientific research progress in our country, but you should know that its research and development is of great significance to the development of many aspects of the country."
"I know, so..."
——Boom boom boom.
Jiang Chen paused and looked towards the door.
The conversation was interrupted at a critical moment. Mr. Xiang frowned and said with a hint of anger in his voice: "Who? Come in."
The door of the study was gently pushed open, and a beautiful girl walked in with a tray in her hand, smiling: "Grandpa, I didn't disturb you, did I?"
Mr. Xiang's expression eased and a smile appeared on his face: "Why are you the one delivering water? Didn't you say you had an appointment with your classmates to go shopping together in the morning?"
"My classmate had something to do, so we cancelled it." The girl turned to look at Jiang Chen and smiled sweetly: "Do you still remember me?"
Jiang Chen nodded: "Ms. Han."
Han Qiya's eyes narrowed, and her voice was filled with surprise: "It has been almost five months since we last met at the He family. I didn't expect you still remember me."
Elder Xiang turned to look at Jiang Chen: "Do you know each other?"
Jiang Chen: “I’ve seen it once.”
Han Qiya's smile had a hint of cunning: "Not only have we met once, we even danced together."
Mr. Xiang: “When?”
Han Qiya: "On He Qianyang's birthday."
Mr. Xiang was surprised: "Isn't that when you just returned to China?"
"Yes." Han Qiya winked at Jiang Chen: "So this should be considered fate, right?"
Jiang Chen pursed his lips and smiled, but said nothing.
Han Qiya stopped when she saw that things were going well, put the tray on the tea table, and said with a smile: "Last time at the He family, I noticed that you rarely drank beverages and seemed to prefer water, so I only brought you mineral water. If you want to drink something else, I'll go get it for you."
"No, I'll just drink some water, thank you."
Mr. Xiang snorted, "I've never seen you so enthusiastic when guests came before. Okay, go downstairs and play by yourself. We still have business to discuss. Call us after dinner."
"Then I won't bother you anymore. Don't get too tired and remember to rest."
"I know, I know." Xiang Lao waved his hand: "Get out quickly."
The door of the study was closed. Elder Xiang glanced at Jiang Chen's expression, sighed for his granddaughter in his heart, and said, "Let's continue."
Back at the desk, the photos in the computer have been loaded. Seeing the old photos with a very high degree of restoration on the screen, Mr. Xiang threw away all the distracting thoughts just now and couldn't help but reach out and touch them. "This degree of restoration - too high."
Jiang Chen smiled, not pretending to be modest: "This is the highest standard that current technology can achieve."
"If this is used in military research and medicine..." Xiang Lao muttered as he retracted his hand and turned to look at Jiang Chen: "Xiao Jiang, your system is very useful."
After a pause, Mr. Xiang straightened up and said in a serious tone, "I hope you will consider my proposal carefully. The Yangtze River Image Recognition System you developed can bring much more than just money and benefits. If you can make the best use of it, it is very likely to be an important part of promoting national development and making Country C a world power. Its existence is not only of great significance to Country C, but also to the development of human science and technology as a whole."
Jiang Chen said seriously: "I will definitely consider it seriously."
Elder Xiang nodded, with a relieved smile on his face, but his eyes were solemn: "Don't disclose any information about the Yangtze River Image Restoration System to anyone for the time being. It's a crime to possess a treasure. Holding such a thing in your hands is a huge fortune, but it can also bring you danger."
"But if you run into trouble, come find me." Xiang Lao patted his shoulder and said, "Although grandpa is old, he can still have a say in some areas. There is no problem in protecting you."
Jiang Chen nodded gently and said with a smile: "Thank you, Mr. Xiang."
…
There was a knock on the study door, and the person outside said, "Grandpa, Jiang Chen, it's time for dinner."
The two stopped discussing, and after Jiang Chen put away the manuscript paper he had just used for calculations, Mr. Xiang stood up and said, "Let's go downstairs to eat."
After opening the door and seeing the person waiting outside the study, Jiang Chen's eyes flashed with surprise, "Mr. Xiang."
Xiang Hong smiled and nodded, saying, "We meet again."
"Why Mr. Xiang?" Old Xiang said, "You call me Grandpa, and he also calls me Grandpa, so you can just call him by his name."
Seeing Jiang Chen's hesitation, Xiang Hong laughed: "Grandpa is right, we don't have to be so unfamiliar, you can just call me Brother Xiang."
Jiang Chen readily agreed: "Brother Xiang."
When he went downstairs, there were already two people sitting in the restaurant. They were Ms. Xiang and Han Qiya, whom Jiang Chen had met when he entered the room.
Han Qiya saw them coming down and said with a smile: "Grandpa, Jiang Chen, I have already served you the meal."
"Why are you standing up?" Xiang Lao pulled Jiang Chen to sit down beside him: "Everyone sit down."
Ms. Xiang smiled and said, "Dad, you pulled Jiang Chen up as soon as he arrived, and you haven't introduced him to us yet."
"What are you introducing?" Mr. Xiang picked up his chopsticks and said, "Your niece and your son have already met him. Didn't you just meet him, too? It's just a family meal, why would there be so much trouble?"
Jiang Chen stood up and smiled faintly: "Hello, Auntie, my name is Jiang Chen, I'm sorry to bother you today."
Ms. Xiang smiled gently: "Xiao Jiang, you can call me Aunt Xiang. You know Xiao Hong and Ya Ya. Don't be too restrained or polite. Just treat this place as your own home. Come here often in the future."
Xiang Lao said: "They are the ones who ask others to stand up and introduce themselves. Xiao Jiang, sit down and eat. Don't pay attention to them."
Jiang Chen smiled at Ms. Xiang and sat down.
The Xiang family did not have the habit of not talking while eating. Everyone occasionally spoke a few words and discussed the new journal. The atmosphere was harmonious and warm, and Jiang Chen gradually integrated into it.
Just after she finished talking about the new drug discovery in the latest issue of a medical journal, Ms. Xiang changed the subject and looked at Jiang Chen: "Xiao Jiang, I heard that you have been recommended to Yan University. Will you have a much easier year?"
Jiang Chen smiled and said, "Although I was admitted, I still have other things to do, so it's not easy."
"Anything else?" Ms. Xiang asked curiously, "Do you still need to take the college entrance examination?"
“Including the college entrance examination.”
"I see. Your Grandpa Xiang has mentioned many times that you are a good candidate for scientific research. I haven't heard what you are researching. Can you tell Auntie about it?"
Mr. Xiang raised his eyes and said, "Why do you need to know so much? You are a pharmaceutical man and you don't study computers. You won't understand even if I tell you."
"Dad, what you said is true. Didn't I learn a lot from you when I was a kid?"
"Do you still remember what you learned when you were a child?" Elder Xiang snorted coldly: "If you remembered, why would you go into medicine? Not only do you go into medicine yourself, but you also want to take my grandson into this."
"What's wrong with studying medicine?" Ms. Xiang said, "Do you know that our laboratory is researching a new type of ..."
At the dinner table, the father and daughter argued about which industry would achieve greater success.
Xiang Hong approached Jiang Chen and lowered his voice, "Don't mind. My grandfather was angry for a long time because my mother chose medicine instead of computer science. He had gotten over it over time, but later I also chose to study medicine, and his most promising candidate also chose to study medicine, so..." Xiang Hong shrugged, somewhat helplessly, "They quarrel every now and then, we are used to it, this is their way of enhancing their relationship."
Jiang Chen smiled, "It can be seen that Grandpa Xiang and Aunt Xiang have a very good relationship."
"I remember that you have a good relationship with Shi Fengyue." Xiang Hong lowered his voice: "Let me tell you a little secret about him. The person my grandfather is most optimistic about is Shi Fengyue. If I didn't learn computer science, my grandfather would be angry for two days. But Shi Fengyue didn't learn computer science, and now the old man is still angry and doesn't want to see him."
Jiang Chen: "Why?"
"I didn't study computer science at the beginning because I had average talent in this area, and my grandfather knew it very well, so he was at most angry that I followed my mother's old path. But Shi Fengyue was different. He showed his talent for computers when he was only seven or eight years old. At that time, he was in poor health and could not go out to play. At home, he either used the computer or read books." Xiang Hong recalled: "For a long time, my grandfather went to the Shi family every day except for the research institute, and taught him everything he knew. Because Shi Fengyue was too smart and learned things too quickly, my grandfather would teach himself things in other fields of computer science every day while teaching him, just to give Shi Fengyue fresher courses every day. At that time, he really had high hopes for Shi Fengyue, and as time went by, he developed feelings for him, and it was more than just high hopes. Our family felt that to my grandfather, Shi Fengyue might be more like another grandson of his than a student."
Jiang Chen didn't expect that Shi Fengyue and Mr. Xiang had such a past. He looked up at Mr. Xiang and Ms. Xiang who were still arguing, and suddenly recalled that every time he had a conflict with Shi Fengyue, Shi Fengyue seemed to be a replica of Mr. Xiang in front of him, arguing with reason and being extremely stubborn.
"Why didn't Shi Fengyue choose computer science?"
Xiang Hong sighed softly: "This matter is Grandpa's heart knot, and it is also something that none of us can understand, but I think there must be a special reason."
"In fact, it wasn't just my grandfather at the time. Because Shi Fengyue learned things so quickly, several old professors in the compound especially liked to teach him. However, apart from computers, there was no subject that he could persist in for more than half a year. Because it didn't take half a year at all, he could reach the level of others who devoted themselves to research for ten years, and this was even when he was in poor health and was studying many subjects at the same time."
"So, everyone, including my grandfather, thought that Shi Fengyue would work in computer science in the future. This was not only because of his talent in computers and his relationship with my grandfather, but also because it was the subject he persisted in studying the longest and most deeply before he was fourteen years old."
Jiang Chen raised his eyes: "Before the age of fourteen?"
"When Shi Fengyue was fourteen, he disappeared for a year. It was a big deal at the time, but I don't know the details of the incident. I only know that almost everyone thought that Shi Fengyue might have been in trouble. But they didn't expect that he would come back a year later. Not long after he came back, he went abroad to study medicine. Grandpa has been angry about this incident until now."
Xiang Hong put down his chopsticks, wiped his mouth and smiled: "But I think what grandpa is really angry about is not that he suddenly chose to study medicine, but that he is worried about what happened that year when he disappeared without a trace."
Sitting in the car, Jiang Chen looked at the cars passing quickly outside the window, and in his mind were the words Xiang Hong had said during lunch.
Where did Shi Fengyue go when he was fourteen? What happened that year? How did he live alone for a year without anyone noticing?
Jiang Chen was rarely curious about other people's experiences, and he also thought he had no interest in prying into other people's privacy, but for some reason, these questions always lingered in his mind, preventing him from thinking about other things.
The light turned red and the car slowly stopped. Jiang Chen scanned all the license plates he could see in front of him and memorized the numbers and letters in a string in his mind. A car started in the lane next to him and another car filled the empty space. His brain was also working non-stop, constantly adding new numbers after the previous numbers. By the time the street lights came on, the combination of numbers and letters had reached the hundredth place.
This was a habit he adopted when he found it difficult to concentrate and wanted to clear his mind of distractions. Memory requires concentration, and when memorizing a string of irregular numbers and letters, he also had to recall the numbers and letters he had memorized before. Unconsciously, all his mind would be focused on the huge combination of numbers and letters in his mind, without any distractions.
However, the method that had never failed before failed today. When the car started again, Jiang Chen threw down that string of numbers, with those questions still in his mind. The difference was that he remembered the conversation he had with Shi Fengyue in the hospital garden before.
He asked Shi Fengyue: Since you are so afraid of trouble, why do you want to be a doctor?
Shi Fengyue asked back: Since you are so smart, why do you still have to follow the rules?
Although he and Shi Fengyue were in a doctor-patient relationship at the time, they would always confront each other unconsciously whenever they met. So when he got such an answer, Jiang Chen just thought that Shi Fengyue didn't want to answer this question, and he didn't ask any more questions or think much about it.
But now thinking about it, Shi Fengyue's expression when he spoke seemed to be a little different from the casual and casual look a moment ago, but Jiang Chen couldn't remember exactly what was different.
…
Not long after Jiang Chen left, Xiang Hong came out of the kitchen.
"Have you finished washing the dishes?" Ms. Xiang was watching TV. Seeing him about to go out, she asked, "Where are you going? Didn't you say you were going to rest today?"
Xiang Hong put the bag aside and said while putting on his shoes: "I'm going to the research institute."
"What's in your bag? Are you taking it to the institute?"
"Experimental sample." Xiang Hong stood up: "I'm leaving. Don't wait for me today. I won't be home for dinner."
Seeing him leave without even turning his head, Ms. Xiang sighed and took Han Qiya's hand: "Girls are better. If I gave you a sister, she would definitely watch TV and go shopping with us. Maybe I can even hold my granddaughter by now."
Han Qiya smiled and said, "My cousin must have something important to do."
After taking the car from the garage, Xiang Hong called He Yanfeng.
"Lao He, where are you?"
"company."
Xiang Hong glanced at the paper bag beside him, retracted his gaze, and gripped the steering wheel tightly, saying, "I'm coming to your company. Your DNA test seemed to be a little abnormal. I'll take some hair from you and recheck it later."
He Yanfeng had no doubts: "Okay, I'll wait for you."
"See you later."
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