The end of science is metaphysics
After all, why didn't Shen Roujiao say anything after that?
Because Zhou Huaiyue was right, they should be strangers and never meet again. This was the best choice for both him and her.
Almost instantly, she made up her mind not to meet Zhang Qingjun.
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After the National Day holiday, the two of them visited the remaining seven or eight hospitals. They visited four of them twice before finally getting on their purchasing lists.
Before leaving Shanghai, Shen Roujiao called Dean Qiao to express her gratitude again. During the chat, Dean Qiao asked them if they had eaten xiaolongbao in Shanghai. She said that she didn't eat anything particularly delicious.
Dean Qiao immediately asked them to wait in the hotel, and he asked someone to send over some xiaolongbao. The most delicious xiaolongbao in Shanghai was made by Mrs. Qiao.
When the steamed buns wrapped in a scarf were delivered, they were still hot, with thin skin and large fillings, fresh and juicy. Although they were sweet, they were not greasy and very fresh. Mrs. Qiao's craftsmanship was truly amazing.
It tastes a hundred times better than the ones sold outside. Even Zhou Huaiyue, who is used to eating Goubuli, gives it a thumbs up.
There were about twenty in total, and they were all eaten up in a short while. Zhou Huaiyue, who had always said that it was too sweet and greasy, ate two more.
The stunning Xiaolongbao brought their trip to Shanghai to a perfect end.
Dean Qiao is indeed a godly dean. He introduced them to some connections and sent them delicious food. Shen Roujiao was so moved that she couldn't help but shed tears when she called again.
The most ordinary and simple moments are the most touching.
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The car took two days to get back to Beijing, and it was October 13th when we arrived back.
Zhou's father's back disease recovered well under Chen Zhenhua's care. The next day after the two returned, Tang Zhipei came home and talked about Wumingcao.
The germination rate of the second batch exceeded 50%, and the eleven plants in the first batch have bloomed. It can be said that with the successful experience of the first two batches, the artificial cultivation of the nameless grass is no longer a problem.
Next, Tang Zhipei had a bold idea: he wanted to build an artificial greenhouse in Yunnan. Because, according to the formula, Wumingcao is an important medicine, and only by planting it on a large scale can we ensure sufficient raw materials to support the research and development and production of oral liquid.
With the arrival of the honeymoon period between China and the United States, the technical barriers to the production of oral liquid will be broken. This is why Shen Roujiao did not hesitate to move to the automatic production line. She wanted to complete the establishment of Sanhua Weitai's sales network before the oral liquid was successfully developed, and make full preparations for the later launch of Sanhua oral liquid.
Tang Zhipei was very happy to receive such strong support and invited them to the laboratory to appreciate the masterpiece of nature: the nameless grass in different forms at different stages.
It was the first time that Shen Roujiao saw seeds smaller than sesame seeds sprout, break through the soil, grow their first leaves, become tender grasses, and finally bloom white flowers as big as rice grains in a five-meter-long cultivation chamber. In addition to marveling at the wonders of nature, she also understood the meaning of what Tang Zhipei said about the ancestor rewarding her with food.
From a scientific perspective, every step in the master's discovery, cultivation, and use of the nameless grass was entirely based on the four words "chance and coincidence."
By chance, he discovered that the sheep in the village liked to nibble on the grass between the rocks; by chance, the master tasted the wild grass himself to test its medicinal properties; by chance, he successfully planted it in a pile of rocks; by chance, he used it as a medicine many times and mastered its miraculous medicinal effects... Every step was as if assisted by God, and it was almost impossible to make it possible.
The end of science is metaphysics.
Many coincidences are like winning the lottery. Rather than saying that you are lucky, it is better to say that nature follows its own way and everything is predetermined.
Sincerity is the key to success!
What Shen Roujiao has to do is to live up to this "efficacy" and let the prescription of Sanhua Oral Liquid go out of the small mountain ditch and become a more versatile medicine than Xiao Chaihu Decoction, benefiting hundreds of millions of people.
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In a blink of an eye, it was October 16th. After breakfast, Chen Zhenhua went to work, and Zhou Huaiyue was doing acupuncture on Zhou's father's waist in the house. Shen Roujiao came back from buying groceries with Wang's mother, and sat in the yard to bask in the sun and read a book. She read for the whole morning without moving at all.
Zhou Huaiyue would look at her from time to time.
The sun was pouring down in the courtyard. Shen Roujiao sat quietly on a rattan chair, a newly bought book spread out on her knees. The soft light enveloped her as she lowered her head slightly. Her hair was dyed golden, and her eyes were focused, as quiet as a painting.
She seemed to be immersed in the book, but in fact she didn't even pay attention to a single word of it.
Shen Roujiao felt uneasy when she thought about the afternoon. Books could not calm her mind, so they could only serve as a pretext for her to pretend to calm down and relieve her tension.
After lunch, Shen Roujiao made an excuse to go back to her room to rest. She lay on the bed, staring at the clock on the wall that kept turning. She prayed secretly in her heart, hoping that the letter could be successfully delivered to Zhang Qingjun. She hoped that Zhang Qingjun who saw the letter could understand her intentions, and she also hoped that he would have a happy and happy marriage.
The appointment was for 2 o'clock, but Zhang Qingjun was already standing at the entrance of Xidan Xinhua Bookstore at 1 o'clock.
He was wearing a black suit and had a neat crew cut. He was leaning against the red wall under the copper sign. Perhaps because of his conspicuous position or because of his conspicuous figure, people passing by would all pay some attention to him.
Just by turning his head slightly, Zhang Qingjun could see the eye-catching clock in the store, which was at three o'clock.
An hour has passed and Shen Roujiao has not appeared yet.
Zhang Qingjun looked up at the azure sky. A few white clouds were suspended on the blue velvet. It was quiet and peaceful. He muttered to himself: Maybe she is on her way.
The wind fell between the leaves. Although time passed, hour after hour, the coldness between Zhang Qingjun's eyebrows became more and more obvious. "Why hasn't she come yet? Is she hesitating?"
Suddenly, a slender figure not far away looked in his direction. Zhang Qingjun straightened his back in response and stared at her expectantly as she approached. However, the moment he saw the face clearly, the curve of his shoulders dropped.
Why not her.
Repetitive thoughts impacted Zhang Qingjun's mind and affected his judgment. It seemed that every slender figure was her. The thoughts came to him again and again, like waves, turning into disappointment that hit his heart again and again.
Why not her?
The days are getting darker and the nights are getting colder.
The cool autumn wind blew up the fallen leaves on the ground, and they swayed back and forth on the street in front of Zhang Qingjun's feet. Passersby looked at him with curiosity.
But when he looked back coldly, she hurriedly looked away.
"Young man, is your name Zhang Qingjun?" An old lady in work clothes walked out of the bookstore.
"Auntie, it's me." He stood up straight, his face full of confusion, wondering how the other party knew his name.
"I was too busy this afternoon and didn't have time to give it to you." As she spoke, the aunt took out a brown paper envelope from her pocket. On it were written the words 'Zhang Qingjun'. As she handed it to him, she looked it up and down and said, "Yesterday, a girl who came to buy books gave it to me. She asked me to personally hand it to the young man standing at the door today. She couldn't come because of something, and told you to go back after reading the letter. Take it and read it at home. We are about to get off work, so don't wait for us."
The aunt patted Zhang Qingjun on the shoulder, put the envelope into his hand, and added: "Actually, I saw you a long time ago, but I was not sure. It was not until I saw you alone at the door that I dared to take out the letter. The girl was right..."
A cool breeze blew, and the aunt shrank her neck and tightened her collar.
"What did she say?" Zhang Qingjun's eyes fell on the envelope without looking up.
"Let me advise you not to wait any longer. She won't come."
As she finished speaking, several people came up behind the aunt. The last man had a bunch of keys and an iron chain in his hand. He turned around and locked the door of Xinhua Bookstore.
Finally, he glanced at Zhang Qingjun warily and said, "Young man, you've been standing here for the whole afternoon. It's getting dark now and no one is coming. You should go back quickly."
"Yeah." It was a short word, revealing a sober stubbornness.
The aunt looked at Zhang Qingjun and shook her head. As a stranger, she had already fulfilled the task entrusted by others. She had given the letter and given the advice.
But after walking a few meters, she looked back at Zhang Qingjun who was standing there, then turned back and said, "Young man, she won't come."
"Hmm." Still one word, a clear rejection.
The aunt sighed deeply and said nothing more. She could not be persuaded.
In the dim light of the street lamp, Zhang Qingjun opened the letter. It was written in Shen Roujiao's handwriting. The content was not difficult to guess, and it was not much different from what he thought: "Brother Qingjun, I'm sorry. I can't come. From now on, you and I are strangers. In this way, it's good for Huaiyue, good for your girlfriend, good for you and me. Thank you for helping me a lot, and thank you for thinking of my kindness. Qingjun, you are a person who can accomplish great things, and you will definitely be able to realize your ideals. Huaiyue and I sincerely wish you a happy marriage and a son soon."
Looking at the last sentence, Zhang Qingjun showed a bitter smile. He should have known long ago that he was no match for Zhou Huaiyue in her heart, not even a little bit.
Even at this moment, he doubted whether her confusing feelings had ever existed.
Once, at the end of his life, Zhang Qingjun regretted not asking the question, whether the answer would be what he expected.
However, he was lucky enough to survive, and when he found out that she didn't wait for him, his heart was broken. He had no more hopes or expectations, otherwise he would not have accepted her passionate love.
Zhang Qingjun admitted that Qin Ye's appearance relieved his pain to a certain extent.
Qin Ye is lively, cheerful, optimistic and straightforward, which is somewhat similar to Shen Roujiao's personality. That kind of vigorous vitality is very moving and fascinates him.
Just like grabbing a lost candy wrapper, Zhang Qingjun couldn't resist the passion of being loved, and he soon immersed himself in the love given by Qin Ye.
Everything seemed fine until the marriage was finalized.
Zhang Qingjun called Wu Yi, and his childhood friend was happy for him. Wu Yi was quite moved and said: I wish him success in getting out of this fateless relationship and finding his own love.
In a few words, she learned from Wu Yi that Shen Roujiao had dreamed of him being shot and holding a candy wrapper in his hand.
At this moment, Zhang Qingjun suddenly woke up and realized that he was just deceiving himself by deliberately avoiding all the "unspeakable" news.
Because of the dream of 'destined but not destined', Zhang Qingjun's heart was filled with turbulent waves, sweeping away all illusions and revealing his true desire.
He just wanted to have her, only her.