The rising sun rises.

The institute was silent.

The soldier responsible for inspecting the instrument opened the glass coffin and said to the young man inside: "Professor Chen, how do you feel?"

The young man took the water he handed over and said, "Fortunately, there is no problem with the instrument."

The soldier said: "No."

Chen Zhizhu took off the white coat hanging on one side and put it on his body. His buttoning movements were gentle and elegant, and his handsome face was filled with the hazy feeling of waking up.

"If the last test is fine, it will be put into medical use next month." The soldier looked at the data and said.

Chen Zhizhu nodded, "Let An Zicheng come over and bring the information he recorded."

*

The recorded text in his hand made An Zicheng look dark and the bottom of the pot.

One or two, all his mother covets his sister!

Even the leader, he will scold him!

So the man rolled up his sleeves and walked into Chen Zhizhu's office angrily.

The young man sitting on the work chair was wearing a white coat and silver-framed glasses on his nose. He was gentle and polite, elegant in manners, and had a somewhat ascetic professor.

However, only An Zicheng, a man who witnessed the whole spiritual world, understands the inner thoughts of this beast in a dress!

"Professor Chen." An Zicheng's tone was not good, "How much does it mean to debug the equipment and set my sister's identity?"

Chen Zhizhu pushed her glasses and raised her eyebrows slightly, "Don't Major An know?"

An Zicheng sneered: "What should I know? Do you know how you YY my cousin in the spiritual world?"

The young man said: "I like it, isn't it possible?"

An Zicheng was angry with his natural attitude, "How can it be? My cousin doesn't like you, and doing this will cause trouble to her!"

"So, did I do something wrong?" the young man suddenly asked.

An Zicheng was stunned for a moment, and then listened to him continue, "Is it wrong for me to like your cousin?"

"I just like her, is that wrong?"

Three questions about the soul.

"This, this..." An Zicheng, who has not had a girlfriend since her mother and fetus, was a little unable to answer.

Chen Zhizhu held a pen in his hand and rubbed his thumb gently on the pen body.

He lowered his eyes and looked at the pile of documents on the table. It was the world recorded by An Zicheng.

The young man picked it up and swept it slowly.

From childhood to adulthood, from youth to maturity, every bit between them is recorded.

Childhood sweetheart.

What a beautiful story.

However, it's just a story.

If from the beginning, he met An Yeran first, then will everything become different?

pity.

No if.

An Ran doesn't like him.

Just treat it as a friend.

That's all.

*

Chen Zhizhu's experience is very similar to the world originally constructed by An Zicheng.

He and his father lived in the same alley since childhood. The family was relatively poor. His mother was a dancer in the cabaret. Later, he ran away with a wealthy businessman and became someone else's mistress.

Chen Zhizhu has been talented and smart since childhood, has a flexible mind, and has learned things quickly, and is often compared by other parents.

Over time, the children who were compared became resentful of him and often bullied him openly and secretly. At first, Chen Zhizhu didn't care, but when they scolded his father and mother, Chen Zhizhu got angry for the first time.

He had never fought, but that day he beat the children who surrounded him to the point of bruising and swollen.

Of course, it was not easy for him to live. He was covered with scars. Because he was afraid that his father would know, he lied to his classmate's homework at night.

In fact, he was hiding in a remote corner and cleaning the wound with alcohol he bought from the pharmacy.

In that corner was the homeless man's residence. When the late homeless man saw someone occupying his territory, he immediately picked up a stick to drive him away.

Chen Zhizhu was a little helpless and had to pack up the medicine and leave there.

He suffered some injuries to his legs and was not easy to move. The homeless man didn't care whether the child was in trouble or not. Seeing that he was slow, he was about to shout up with a stick!

The wind at night is very cold and it is very biting when it pours into your neck.

The stick was as thick as a child's arm, and it would definitely hurt when he hit his body!

Chen Zhizhu frowned, and he couldn't resist, so he could only watch the stick fall!

However, the expected pain did not come.

A small hand actually caught the wooden stick steadily!

With his wrist flipped, the child grabbed the stick and held it in his hand!

"I said, you can do it with a stick!" The child spoke a little vaguely, as if he was holding something in his mouth.

The homeless man probably hadn't said anything for a long time, and his voice stuttered, "He, he takes my place, my place!"

The child sighed, "Is he asking you to wait patiently?"

After saying that, she threw the stick aside and pulled the boy behind her up.

The child was wearing a hat, covering half of his face, holding a black thing in his mouth, and the street lights were very dim and it was hard to see clearly.

Although she looked small, she was very strong. Chen Zhizhu was pulled by her and was a little dull for a moment.

The homeless man seemed to have seen this child and was a little afraid of her. He just cursed for a few words and then said something.

"Brother, it's so late, aren't you going home?" the child asked.

Chen Zhizhu came to her senses, "I'll go back later..."

He lied.

In fact, he had no plans to go home tonight.

The child nodded, "Okay, I'll leave first. That homeless uncle is actually not a bad person. He was often bullied, so he was a little afraid of everyone."

At this time, a little boy suddenly heard the annoyed scream above his head, "Hey! Can you come up?! If you don't come up, I'll close the door!"

The child whispered, "This stinky brother!" After that, she pulled her cap, "I won't say it anymore, brother, go back early, goodbye!"

After three words fell, the child's figure quickly disappeared under the night.

Chen Zhizhu looked at her back and felt something strange inexplicably.

The wound on my body is not as painful as before, and I don’t know if it is because of the medicine.

The cold wind was still blowing, a little cool, but the hand that was held by the child just now was very warm.

He wrote down the location downstairs of the child's house and thought about looking for it in two days to see if he could find it.

However, a few days later, when he came to this place again, the family had moved away.

Chen Zhizhu felt a little disappointed.

If you think about it carefully, the child should be holding a chocolate bar in his mouth.

So he bought a box and wanted to give it to her to express his gratitude for that night.

But he had no chance.

*

——If he met An Yeran from the beginning, then everything would become different?

Unfortunately, even if there is an if.
Chapter completed!