Chapter 169 At Least I Still Have You

All scientific research institutes are facing a talent shortage, and Shuimu cannot be alone. How to quickly cultivate its own talent echelon has always been a core issue for universities in this era.

Therefore, the school regards this project as an opportunity to train young teachers.

Chinese scientists have long been accustomed to the way big projects are played. This time, the sponsor is just replaced by a more evil student.

It may be difficult for future generations to understand the difficulties faced by scientific research institutes and major universities in this era. Funding shortages and talent shortages are commonplace.

Even some capable people still face the problem of insufficient experience, because most teachers have never really engaged in scientific research work, and they have the illusion that they do not know how to start even most of the work.

At that time, two bombs and one satellite were indeed successful, but it was a miracle achieved by integrating the talents of almost all the top scientists in the country. However, except for a few national engineering projects, the various scientific research institutes are lackluster. On the basis of poverty and nothing, being able to imitate is already a great success.

It can only be said that each era has its own mission. Looking beyond the era, there are often too many incomprehensions and even misunderstandings. Only when Wang Xu reached this era did he truly understand this. Even though he had experienced this era, he still did not understand it. Still can't escape.

It’s no wonder that time travel literature is defined as historical nihilism. In this era, making those achievements is already an amazing thing.

It is as if the translation of papers now can be used as an indicator to evaluate professors. Later generations of college students will find it funny when they read it, and even openly laugh at these translation professors on the Internet.

But in this era, when faced with the shortage of talents even in top domestic universities like Shuimu, Wang Xu couldn't laugh anyway. Without them, where would the students be who could laugh at their mentors?

Wang Xu's plan can promote the construction of the department's teaching team and meet his own small needs, so it shouldn't be too much. Therefore, seeing his roommates rushing out after lunch in a hurry, Wang Xu felt that reading was a very pleasant thing.

In fact, people are quite strange animals. When you adapt to a certain rhythm, you will feel used to it, and sometimes you will even feel a little leisurely. Wang Xu felt like this during this period.

Reading books every day seems to have become a habit, and going to the theater in the evening seems to have become a rest. He even has the leisure to rearrange the songs he sings every day.

Studying step by step by yourself, looking at the busy classmates, the evening talk meeting will not last long, and the tired roommates will quickly fall asleep.

"Did you squeeze it too hard? Fortunately, I didn't do it. I just raised my head and mentioned it to the professors. This is good for them, it must be." Wang Xu was frantically constructing his own psychology. , and then accept everything calmly.

Regular days always pass by very quickly. Half a month has passed in the blink of an eye. All the materials required for project application are basically ready, and the roommates finally have a day or two to spare.

As for Wang Xu, he finally found the girl he had been thinking about day and night.

This time, Wang Xu rented a car to pick him up, because Chen Jiaying also came with him. Wang Xu suddenly felt that the motorcycle was not enough, and maybe it was time to buy a car.

Although he has always felt that buying cars now is a big mistake. Not only do they look ugly, but they are also expensive, so there is nothing he can like. But at least if you buy it now, there is no lottery.

Wang Xu was waiting at the airport, and Wang Jinghua also came to welcome Sister Ying. Chen Jiaying communicates with Wang Jinghua on the phone often, so they are familiar with each other. Fortunately, Sister Ying has many friends in Bayan and her Mandarin is passable, so the communication between the two is smooth.

After going back and forth, Wang Jinghua became familiar with Chen Jiaying. Therefore, this pick-up was actually arranged by Wang Jinghua. He had to go to Shuimu to pick up Wang Xu first, and then go to the airport to pick him up.

When Wang Fei appeared at the exit with two slender legs, Wang Xu immediately greeted her, and then the two hugged tightly. Wang Fei was famous, but most people had only heard of her, but not much Really know her.

This may be the last time Wang Xu hugs her so brazenly at the airport. From now on, I will probably have to hurriedly get into the car and leave quickly like the celebrities of later generations.

Wang Jinghua and Chen Jiaying took a car, and they went to the hotel, while Wang Xu and Wang Fei went straight to the small courtyard, their home base.

"I've lost some weight."

"Where is it?"

"My hand is sure."

"Hooligans."

Not too fussy, more gentle. Wang Fei was a little tired, curled up in Wang Xu's arms and chatted with Wang Xu.

Wang Fei's little hands gently stroked Wang Xu's body with a rhythm, as if it was fun. Wang Xu felt a little itchy, so he reached out and grabbed the naughty hand, held it in front of his eyes, faced the bright light, and looked at it carefully.

The princess's hands were somewhat bony, and her fingers were long, slender, white, and soft. The nails are neatly trimmed, and the transparent nail polish has a slight sheen, giving it a translucent beauty.

The palm is smooth and shiny, but there is a small mole in the palm, which destroys the flawless perfection, but adds a touch of vividness and gives people a more real feeling.

Wang Xu played with Wang Fei's hand carefully. Her hand was not small, but it could be completely wrapped in Wang Xu's palm, making it look petite and exquisite.

He stared at the mole on his palm and seemed to remember a song. As he was thinking about it, he heard Wang Fei say coquettishly:

"Sing me a song, I haven't heard you sing for a long time."

Oh, with this voice again, Wang Xu almost transformed immediately. But he quickly held back. Firstly, he didn't want the girl to be too tired, and secondly, he wanted to fulfill her little wish. Who made him think of a song just now?

"I'm afraid it's too late, so I want to hold you.

…

Until our vision becomes blurred, until we can't breathe, we are inseparable.

…

I always remember where the mole on your palm is. "

Wang Xu sang very softly and softly, as if he was just whispering. He didn't have the affectionate style that Lin Yilian remembered in his memory. Even the high notes were just fluttering across the falsetto.

It was just so faint and slowly dissipated in the silent night, filling the whole room with his soft singing voice.

Wang Fei listened quietly, raising her head slightly and looking at Wang Xu blankly, their eyes facing each other.

The man in front of him seemed to have grown up, but he seemed to have remained completely unchanged. His eyes were clear, but filled with ripples of light, and the smile at the corner of his mouth was contentment, warmth, love, and longing.

Wang Fei has been completely immersed in Wang Xu's singing. She only sees this man. She is really satisfied and happy. She feels that her travels outside have suddenly found a home.

The harbor of the soul is here. At this moment, Wang Fei is extremely sure.

She belongs here, not this place, not this room, but this embrace, the warm embrace.

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(Third update, a little late, sorry, no more)