Liu Yuewang felt the weather was a little hot. She took off her stockings, crossed her arms in front of her chest, walked to the balcony, sat on a small stool, and put her hands on her lap.
She found that outside the balcony garden that she had arranged, the old osmanthus trees of unknown age had blossomed with flower buds.
She closed her eyes and sniffed it. There was a very light fragrance in the air.
"Ah, it's blooming again this year." Liu Yuewang thought of the beginning of "Old City" and sighed like Qian Zhongzi.
The trunk of the osmanthus tree was much thicker than Liu Yuewang's waist. Of course, its thick old bark and moss-covered trunk couldn't compare to Liu Yuewang's delicate body …
Liu Yuewang thought of a long time of chatting with the "uncle". In fact, it was quite pleasant. She could always find a lot of academic inspiration from his knowledgeable speech, such as the recent paper.
It was a little impulsive to delete him, but Liu Yuewang was really angry. This uncle had always been a blabbermouth, and he never cared about women's special taboos.
When a woman reached the age of 30, her sensitivity to age was unimaginable for a man. Especially for Liu Yuewang, who was approaching her 40s. She could only pray that the day of her 40s would never come, because after 40, she would really be a middle-aged woman heading towards menopause.
It was so hateful. She was still angry when she thought about it.
Liu Yuewang sat on a small stool and took out her phone. She searched "How to find the chat records of deleted friends", but she couldn't figure out a way.
The only simple way was to delete him. If he didn't know about it, he would be able to see the remaining chat messages on his phone.
The chat messages were not important. The important thing was whether Liu Changan had them on his phone.
It was impossible, right? It was ridiculous.
However, Liu Yuewang's heart was filled with doubts … She had suspected some things before, such as the suspicion that Liu Changan was that uncle's son.
Now she was a little suspicious … Aiya, this was too embarrassing. If it was true, then she must kill Liu Changan to save her face.
Liu Yuewang calmed herself down and walked out again. She stretched and said nonchalantly, "So I've already read it … I've been too busy recently. Fortunately, I have an online friend who helped me find the source of a lot of information. It's so convenient to have someone to guide me when I write my thesis."
Liu Changan recalled that Liu Yuewang had abruptly cut off the topic just now, and also recalled the content of the chat he had with Liu Yuewang.
A person would talk a lot every day, especially those who were good at chatting. There were all kinds of topics, from the raising of Wagyu cattle to the production of black bean to the cultivation of taste, from the establishment of the scholarly officials in the Song Dynasty to the history of the extinction of the great families in the Middle Ages, from the interactions of Xia Zhiqing, Eileen Chang, Qian Zhongshu, Shen Congwen, and others, to why Eileen Chang was repeatedly commemorated by the domestic media when she worked for the US Intelligence Agency and cooperated with the anti-Chinese and anti-Communist propaganda, while Guo Moruo's treatment was completely different?
That's right, the problem was that when Liu Yuewang asked him about the information related to Guo Moruo, he said that he had just said these words again. So Liu Yuewang was testing him now. She realized that the uncle she often chatted with as a little girl was actually the young man in disguise.
It was a blessing in disguise.
If you always walk by the river, you will always find fish.
Even a wise man would make a mistake, and he was discovered by a fool.
Liu Changan held the tea and subconsciously changed the way he held the teacup. He held the top of the cup with one hand because only an old uncle would hold a teacup with both hands.
She couldn't be sure and was very confused, so she used the little wisdom in her brain to test him.
Liu Changan put his hand into his trouser pocket and turned off his phone. He didn't know that Liu Yuewang had deleted him. Liu Yuewang usually used the social media app to contact him, so she didn't have the uncle's phone number. As long as she didn't send a message, Liu Changan's phone rang at the same time, then there should be no problem.
She found the uncle in real life last time, but it was just a fluke.
"Our first-year classes are all basic courses, so there shouldn't be any papers to write." Liu Changan took a sip of tea and turned to look at Liu Yuewang with a smile.
His smile was really bright and youthful, unlike the unrestrained image of the uncle. Liu Yuewang also nodded, "You should enter the laboratory more in the first and second year, and it's good enough if you can write one or a few SCI papers in the third year. But you're obviously more interested in literature and history, why do you want to study biology? "
"I'm more interested in myself … Well, I'm more interested in the human body. I want to study myself, and explore natural evolution and supernatural evolution." Speaking of the human body, Liu Changan noticed that Liu Yuewang had taken off her stockings, and her skin was as white as snow. It seemed that An Nuan had inherited this trait of Liu Yuewang. Every time he saw An Nuan jumping on the court, he always felt that it was pleasing to the eye.
Liu Yuewang nodded and stood up to add water to her cup. She turned on the TV and changed a few channels. It seemed that there was nothing else to ask Liu Changan.
"It's good to choose a major based on your interests. Guess what major I wanted to study when I was young? "Liu Yuewang suddenly asked.
Liu Changan was silent. Of course he knew, but why would he say it? When he began to notice Liu Yuewang's intention, how could she successfully set up a trap?
"Is it a novel? There should be a lot of people in your era who wanted to be a woman like Eileen Chang or Qiong Yao. "Liu Changan guessed.
Liu Yuewang's expression changed. She suspected that Liu Changan was scolding her, but she couldn't be sure … But if that uncle said so, Liu Yuewang was sure that he was being sarcastic.
"I wanted to study computer science." Liu Yuewang mentioned a popular major in that era.
"It's good." Liu Changan nodded.
"Writing a novel is not a major." Liu Yuewang's finger tapped on the cup, "I wrote a novel, but I couldn't continue after tens of thousands of words. When I read it, I felt that I could write it, but it was different when I actually wrote it."
"Lucky to read it?"
"It's on my computer … I didn't post it online. Forget it, I'm sorry." Liu Yuewang refused.
"Oh."
The conversation ended. Liu Yuewang was about to find a topic to probe, but An Nuan had already cleaned up the kitchen and came out.
"My mom rarely makes tea for others. She makes the tea herself." An Nuan looked a little surprised, "You really treat me differently."
"Do I have to give your boyfriend the cold shoulder?" Liu Yuewang was not in a good mood and glared at An Nuan.
"That's not allowed! I can only give him the cold shoulder. " An Nuan took two cherries in her hand and reached out to hug Liu Changan's neck, trying to lift him up from his seat, "I'm the only one who can bully him at school. I bully him every day."
"Okay, hurry up and leave. Don't show off your love in front of me. It's annoying." Liu Yuewang said impatiently and waved her hand to drive them away. Girls should be more reserved, as if they didn't know how much she treasured her boyfriend.
Watching Liu Changan and An Nuan leave, Liu Yuewang walked to the door, opened it, and looked at Liu Changan and An Nuan's backs. She thought about it and came back to make a phone call.
"Old Zhao … Does your library have any rules and regulations? If a student brings a cell phone into the study room, they can confiscate his cell phone?" Liu Yuewang asked.
"Nope."
"You can make one …"
"… This, Professor Liu, I can't do that. Students have a lot of opinions. Usually, they just need to mute their cell phone when they enter the library. What are you doing?"
"You're right. Nothing. You're busy. Hehe."
Liu Yuewang hung up the phone and called a police friend he knew. The words were on the tip of his tongue, but he didn't. It was too much to ask the police. He couldn't be so capricious. After all, he was an adult. After chatting for a while, he hung up the phone under the strange tone of the other party.
Unfortunately, he didn't know a thief … He did, but he had been transformed and was now an expert in the lockpicking industry. If he asked someone for help, he would probably feel insulted.
Liu Yuewang thought about it and decided to do it himself. The first method was to find a chance to steal Liu Changan's cell phone. The second method was to change his alternate account.
Alternate account … This is a good idea. Liu Changan, Liu Changan, if it's really you, just wait for the middle-aged woman to kill you.
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