Lu Yuan couldn't help but roll his eyes again.
When they arrived at Yang Yunsong's house, a beautiful lady in cheongsam was watering flowers in the yard. Seeing them, she came over with a smile and said, "Hello, are you here to look for my dad?"
"Yes, hello,"
She smiled and welcomed the two of them in. Yang Yunsong was sitting in the living room, holding a little boy about three years old in his arms.
"Uncle Master...I am sorry to bother you,"
Yang Yunsong stood up with a smile, and when he saw a boy following her with so many things in his hands, he immediately became unhappy, "You came so quickly, why do you bring so many things..."
"These are some specialties from my hometown. I brought them for you to try," Fu Xiao said with a smile.
The lady took the child from Professor Yang's arms and said, "Dad, you guys chat, I'll take the child downstairs first."
"Yeah," Yang Yunsong lowered his head and said a few words to the child in his arms with a smile, and the child walked towards his mother sensibly.
He looked at Fu Xiao, "Come with me..."
Fu Xiao followed him to a study room that looked like a semi-basement. It was very large, with papers pasted everywhere, all of which were filled with formulas.
She read several of them in a row. These should be some of Professor Yang's ideas.
Yang Yunsong sighed with emotion: "These are all my ideas. Some are very mature and can be successful only by doing experiments. Some need to be verified, but there has been no chance."
Seeing the thick pile of manuscripts in the corner, Fu Xiao admired him a little, "Uncle Master, although you can't do experiments, you have never stopped thinking."
"Of course I can't stop thinking. If I'm not allowed to do experiments, then there's really no point in living if my brain doesn't work," Yang Yunsong touched some drafts on the table with his trembling hands. "These are all my hard work."
He suddenly looked straight at Fu Xiao and smiled.
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