When I complained to my wife about Ling Yue's increasingly ambitious ideas, wasn't I actually blaming myself for not caring enough about Ling Yue?
It wasn't until we talked at home that I realized that Ling Yue had buried Mr. Zhu's death in her heart. I wanted to comfort her, but I didn't know where to start. I thought it best to just keep busy. When I'm busy, I can forget everything.
In 1964, Ling Yue brought Ling's father and mother back to Nanjing. As a good friend, I naturally had to go.
But Ling Yue's conversation with Ling's father and mother made me feel something was wrong. It seemed that Ling Yue was not that attached to them. Anyway, it was very weird.
But I was too busy to think about that.
As soon as Ling Yue came back, she handed over several major projects to the Fifth Academy and the Chinese Academy of Sciences. I needed to keep an eye on the whole process. I was so busy every day that even sleeping was a luxury.
The research was gradually getting on track. Just when I was about to make time to have a good chat with Ling Yue, Ling Yue plunged into the laboratory.
I know that her laboratory bought a lot of equipment for biological experiments, some of which were commissioned by Tang Nancheng for me to find.
I didn't know what Ling Yue wanted to do. I wanted to ask, but something went wrong with the Tiangong plan and I had no time to care about it anymore. I hurried to the base with my bag.
It doesn’t matter. I’ll ask next time I come back. But why can’t I see anyone when I come back next time?
I looked at Lingyue lying on the bed covered with a white cloth. I felt that all this was a dream and everyone was lying to me.
Ling Yue was clearly staying well in the laboratory of the Fifth Academy. When he was on a business trip, he still thought about coming back and bringing Ling Yue home for dinner.
I ran away in disbelief. Yes, I ran away. I didn't even go to Ling Yue's memorial service because I didn't believe that Ling Yue was dead.
She is only 31 years old, has never been in a relationship, married or had children, and only one-third of her life has passed. How can she leave first?
I searched all over the Fifth Academy but still couldn't find her. I went to her house and saw the bookshelves were full of books. I had heard Zhang Jia say that Ling Yue could recite all these books, including the magazines and newspapers scattered on the floor.
It was not until I saw a pile of unfinished project ideas on the small desk in the room that I finally had to believe that Ling Yue was like the wind, coming and going in a hurry.
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