Chapter 11: A Judgment Initiated by Him, and Ultimately Pronounced by Her...
Shen Yuheng logged out of the chat software, and after much deliberation, posted two updates:
[@沈聿珩V: "There was originally no road on the ground, but as more people walked on it, it became a road." #StarTrailFragments#]
[@沈聿珩V: If you are trapped in the impossible right now, believe that the next door is the realm of possibility. #StarTrailsFragments#]
However, he did not choose to make it publicly visible, but instead chose to make it visible only to her in a private group.
After sending the message, Shen Yuheng placed his phone face down on the table.
He was a little scared; he didn't know if Jiang Xinglan would notice anything when she saw these two posts.
He even began to wonder if Jiang Xinglan would find out his feelings because of this and distance herself from him from then on.
And all the progress he had painstakingly made was reduced to ashes.
A strong sense of regret washed over him, and Shen Yuheng suddenly leaned forward, picked up his phone, and tried to delete the two posts.
But as soon as he switched to the software, Shen Yuheng stopped.
because--
Besides feeling uneasy and afraid, deep down he also hoped she could see it.
because--
Regardless, he still wanted to convey those two sentences to her.
No matter what price he has to pay, or what the final result will be.
"I accept it all."
Shen Yuheng lowered his head, muttered to himself, and placed his phone face down on the table again.
He then leaned back on the sofa, closed his eyes, and unconsciously stroked the script of "Starlight Never Fails" beside him.
He was waiting, waiting for a verdict that he had initiated and that she would ultimately pronounce.
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After deleting that post, Jiang Xinglan seemed to have had her brain refreshed.
I can't say that the anxiety has completely disappeared, but it has been greatly reduced.
Jiang Xinglan skillfully opened the academic paper website and began searching for papers related to adenovirus.
Jiang Xinglan had considered using adenovirus to help the gene products cross the blood-brain barrier.
Although this approach is highly efficient, the potential risks are potentially fatal for Alzheimer's disease, which requires long-term treatment.
In Jiang Xinglan's research priorities, "safety" is far more important than "efficiency".
But then, what other way could she possibly cross the blood-brain barrier?
Jiang Xinglan felt as if her thoughts had come full circle and returned to the starting point.
Her thoughts were once again disturbed by agitation, and adenovirus seemed to be the only solution at the moment.
Her gaze shifted to her phone. Perhaps she could arrange a chat with the teacher?
Jiang Xinglan looked up and saw that the hour hand of the clock on the wall had already pointed to the number 3.
She opened her email, found Song Yanqing's email address, and set a timed email.
Before leaving the lab, Jiang Xinglan reviewed all the experimental results one last time before returning to her dormitory.
Before going to bed, Jiang Xinglan, as usual, checked the latest academic frontiers.
While checking the various unprocessed messages, I saw two status updates posted by Shen Yuheng.
Jiang Xinglan clicked on it, hoping to change her mood.
Although Jiang Xinglan had calmed down considerably by this time, those two sentences still left a mark on her heart.
She shared the first post:
[@J_Stella: Let's encourage each other. //Retweeted from @沈聿珩V: "There was originally no road on the ground... #StarTrailsFragments#"]
After forwarding the post, Jiang Xinglan looked at the two posts and noticed the hashtag #StarTrailFragments# for the first time.
Is this about sharing daily life?
Jiang Xinglan inevitably thought of Xingye Entertainment's official account, which always used the hashtag #XingyeDailyFragments# when sharing company daily life.
Without thinking much about it, she liked the second comment and then logged out.
Perhaps because she forwarded the lucky koi fish image, or sought help, or perhaps because of the two sentences she saw before bed, Jiang Xinglan quickly fell asleep after putting down her phone.
But Shen Yuheng remained awake for a long time.
He didn't know until he received a notification from Jiang Xinglan that Jiang had forwarded the message.
This time, there was no immediate deletion; Shen Yuheng saw his post lying quietly on Jiang Xinglan's homepage.
However, the forwarding time was 3:58.
Are you still awake so late?
Shen Yuheng's heart felt as if it had been pricked by a very fine needle, neither too light nor too heavy.
I wonder how she's feeling right now?
His gaze moved upwards and he saw the words "Let's encourage each other".
Does this mean she's feeling much better?
It's also possible that they're just in a bad mood and are simply giving themselves a psychological boost.
With this dilemma in mind, Shen Yuheng also fell asleep while holding his phone.
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Jiang Xinglan was completely unaware of Shen Yuheng's complex emotions.
On the third day at noon, Jiang Xinglan arrived at her teacher Song Yanqing's office on time.
"Xinglan, you're here. Please have a seat!" Song Yanqing said without looking up from the tea table.
Jiang Xinglan didn't make much noise and quietly walked over and sat down.
After Song Yanqing completed a set of smooth and flowing movements, the aroma of tea filled the air. He pushed the tea, which was seven-tenths full, in front of Jiang Xinglan and said, "Try it."
Jiang Xinglan tapped the table with her five fingers before lifting her teacup and taking a sip.
The thoughts that had filled her mind seemed to vanish without a trace, and with the fragrance and aftertaste of the tea, Jiang Xinglan relaxed completely.
At this moment, Song Yanqing spoke again, "The recent experimental progress is not ideal?"
"Hmm." Jiang Xinglan stroked the teacup.
“Su Wan told me that you’ve been under a lot of pressure lately. I was planning to talk to you about it, and you happened to email me, but I’ve been in meetings the whole time, so I only had time today,” Song Yanqing explained.
"It's okay. Actually, I'm much better today. There's no use in worrying." Jiang Xinglan's expression relaxed, and her tone was easy.
“It’s good that you think this way,” Song Yanqing said. “At your age, it’s already remarkable that you’ve come this far. There’s no need to push yourself too hard.”
"I know."
“If you have nothing to do, go out for a walk. Don’t always stay in the lab, it’s easy to get your thinking stuck,” Song Yanqing said, taking a file folder out of the drawer. “Perfect timing, I also have a task for you.”
Jiang Xinglan was taken aback, then, as if she had expected something, a hint of helplessness crossed her face. "What mission?"
A note from the author:
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"There was originally no road on the ground, but as more people walked on it, it became a road." This is from Lu Xun's "My Old Home"!
Regarding the hand-tapping etiquette: When an elder pours tea for a younger person, the younger person should bring their right hand together, palm down, and tap the table with all five fingers simultaneously, usually three times. This signifies prostration, a gesture of respect from the person offering the tea. (Source: Baidu)
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