Chapter 51 I know why you haven’t had a girlfriend in recent years
She walked in, threw her bag, and lay down on the sofa. He poured her a glass of water, sat on the floor leaning against the sofa and scrolled through his phone. She was surprised and thought he had something to talk to her about. She couldn't help but open her eyes and asked him, "What do you want to talk to me about?"
He put down his phone: "Is there nothing I can't find you?"
She turned over and spoke to him while lying on her side: "It's okay, why did you wait at my door for so long? It's a beautiful Saturday, what can't you do?"
He looked at her lazy appearance. Since when had she always been so relaxed in front of him? He didn't think it was a bad thing before, but recently he suddenly didn't want to be like this anymore.
He looked into her eyes and answered seriously, "I'll cultivate the relationship."
She laughed out loud, put her hands under her face, nodded and smiled: "."
His heart skipped a beat and he looked at her intently: "Why?"
She sat up a little, hugged the cushion, and looked at him with her head tilted.
"Your appearance hasn't changed much. But..." She couldn't help laughing mid-sentence, "Your way of speaking is so uncouth now, you know? I used to think you were quite manly."
He didn't say anything, remaining silent amidst her laughter. But she didn't notice at all, and continued laughing, "Men's blooming period is too short, you should hurry up and bloom. With your standards for choosing a partner, those ball-flower type girls like cool and handsome guys."
"What about you?" he asked. "What kind do you like?"
"Me?" She crossed her legs, hugged the cushion and thought, "I don't know what I like, but I know what I don't like."
"Oh? Tell me about it."
She looked at the ceiling and counted them off one by one: "Self-righteous, irresponsible, too old, too young, daddy-like, greasy, pretentious..."
Her smile gradually faded, her gaze retracted from the ceiling, and fell on an unknown distance. She whispered, "Cold and heartless, arrogant, looking down on me, and also, lying to me."
Tang Zhixu stood up, took a bottle of beer from the refrigerator and started drinking.
"With your standards, I'll find one soon. The AI era is here, so hurry up and customize one."
She laughed and threw the cushion at him, adding, "Venomous."
He picked up the cushion and the bag she had thrown on the ground. The medical records in the bag fell out. He was stunned. Qin Tian walked over and closed the medical records.
"My dad's."
"Why didn't you tell me?"
"What? Alzheimer's?" She put the medical records back into her bag and returned them to the nursing home tomorrow.
"Have you taken your dad to see it?"
"This disease is just like that. My grandfather had it too. Maybe I will get it in the future." She hung up her bag and said indifferently.
Tang Zhixu walked over to her, took the bag off again and threw it aside.
"I don't like pretending, being self-righteous. So what are you doing now? Acting cool? Acting indifferent? I asked you if you took him to see it? If you did, then say you did. If you didn't, then say you didn't. Is it that hard to answer? You have to say something irrelevant."
She looked at him with a mixture of laughter and tears, and added, "I don't like people with bad tempers. They always give me a bad look. You said you weren't as cool as before, so now you're showing me how cool you are, right?"
"Okay," he said impatiently, "I'm not very good at talking. I don't like it or not."
"Of course I have," she replied. "I was also at the hospital today. They say there's a drug now, but the experimental group is full. I really don't care whether I get it in the future or not. By the time I get Alzheimer's, the disease will probably have been conquered. What's there to be afraid of? As for my dad, we'll have to wait until the next round of volunteers."
Tang Zhixu sat on the sofa, opened her backpack, picked up the medical record and looked at it for a while, then put it back. He stood up and asked Qin Tian: "What do you want to eat for dinner? Brother will treat you to something expensive."
"You? And my brother? Aren't you a few months younger than me?"
"Why don't you listen to the main point? The main point is what to eat." Tang Zhixu opened the door and stood at the door waiting for her to change her shoes.
"The key is to treat me to an expensive meal. How expensive is fine?" she asked with a smile.
"Sure." He stared at the top of her furry head. "As many times as you want."
On Sunday, Qin Tian returned the medical records to Qin Yunjie without mentioning her visit to the experimental group. Qin Yunjie's condition must have worsened. His eyes held a kind of innocent wisdom, the vicissitudes of life slowly fading. She wondered if eyes, brain, and soul truly shared a commonality. Wouldn't forgetting some things bring him greater happiness?
Huang Qian asked her if she had been to the experimental group. She told her the truth. Huang Qian sighed and said, "I'll try to see if I can, but don't get your hopes up too much."
She woke up a little late on Monday morning. She knew Tong Zhongyuan was always punctual, and she didn't want to see him, so she wanted to avoid him. The Shanghai Museum was so big, it wasn't impossible to avoid him. Hadn't he successfully disappeared for two weeks when he didn't want to see her?
Perhaps this day was blessed by the gods, and all her wishes were fulfilled. Just as she arrived at the library, she received a call from the experimental team at Ruijing Hospital. They said there was still a spot available for a subject in the experimental group, and asked if she would be willing to bring Qin Yunjie for a comprehensive evaluation. Overwhelmed by this unexpected good fortune, she hurriedly expressed her willingness and gratitude.
She rushed out of the Shanghai Museum and took a taxi to the nursing home. Qin Yunjie was in good condition that day and seemed very lucid. She excitedly told him about the experimental group, but he replied calmly, "Forget it. I don't want to bother with this anymore."
She stared at him for five seconds, walked to the table, put his thermos into her bag, and picked up the medical records to organize them: "Let's go, go over early."
Qin Yunjie looked at her and said gently, "I don't want to go. Your grandfather had this disease at the time and tried everything. I don't want to go through the same suffering he went through again."
Her eager, excited gaze slowly cooled. In this world, the relationship between children and parents is like a blind box. She got what she least wanted. She kept wondering why her father was so selfish only with her. He had devoted his youth and middle age to work, his mother, and his grandfather. Even now, in his old age, he only wanted to spend time with her. In his heart, there was no stage of his life he was unwilling to share with her.
She walked over to him, tried to pull him up from the chair, and said word by word, "Let's go to the hospital for an evaluation now. Today you're awake, so I can save some effort. If you don't want to go now, I can still take you there when you're confused. It'll just be a bit more troublesome."
Qin Yunjie looked at her calmly: "Yi Zhang, birth, aging, sickness and death are the laws of nature. When I was your age, I couldn't accept it either. But you are different from me. You are more open-minded than I was back then. You have seen so much history and cultural relics, can't you see it clearly? All things in the world are born and will die."
"Yes!" She could no longer bear it. "Death is the law of nature, the natural order of things! I am more open-minded than you. I can accept death! What I can't accept is——"
She stopped abruptly. She hadn't looked closely at Qin Yunjie's face in a long time. She could hardly find any trace of his youth in this face. But at this moment, there was her in his pupils, only her.
She squatted down and looked up at him, just as she had looked up at him in the same way more than 20 years ago.
"What I can't accept is that you live and forget me. What I can't accept is that I will be the first person you forget."
Song Suiyang was staring at the purple clay teapot in a daze. Tong Zhongyuan had just glanced at it and quickly tore apart the parts she had repaired.
"Zisha has a loose structure. You only used a binder, which will produce a shiny substance after solidification. This is a porcelain repair method, not a purple sand one. Repairing purple sand requires homemade putty and adding coarse-grained fillers to restore the purple sand effect. You have to do it all over again."
She was so shocked she couldn't speak. Tong Zhongyuan was really teaching her. She wanted him to say it again so she could record it, but she didn't dare to act rashly. She quickly took out her computer and typed out what he had just said.
Tong Zhongyuan said, "Practice this afternoon. Try it on the fragments first, and then fix it after matching them. I'll come and take a look tomorrow."
She repeatedly said yes. He was a good teacher, but the speed requirements were too high... There was no way she could finish all this in one afternoon. That was his speed, not hers. It looked like she would have to work overtime tonight.
"Where are the keys?" his voice rang out.
She was stunned: "What key?"
"Qin Tian's family." He replied, "If you want to send anything, send it to my phone."
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