Regarding these, Qing Xiran's perception is more rational and indifferent than Yuyou.

Xuyou held his cell phone and rubbed his painful heart. Indeed, if he had the chance to enter the safe area, who would be willing to stay on the ground full of radiation?

If Qing Xiran surrendered to him, he would personally send Qing Xiran and her child into the safety zone on the day they opened.

He is willing to stay alone on the ground, be baptized by radiation every day, and be bloodied with mutant animals until the last moment, and hopes that Qing Xiran can live well in the safe area.

Peace and smoothness, always healthy, without illness, no evil, respected and loved.

This is his way of beloved Qing Xiran.

Then there is no need to let her know his love, it will only add to the silence of separation.

The atmosphere was a bit uncomfortable, especially the silence of Yuyou gave Qing Xiran an indescribable sense of pain.

She frowned slightly, lowered her head and rubbed her eyebrows, pondered for a while before asking:

Let’s talk about the topic we just talked about. Chief Oh is now looking for talents in mental arithmetic, right?

Didn’t you know it long ago?

I wonder if Chief Xu has ever known about the garrisoned mental abacus team?

Aren't you from the Pearl Mind Abacus Team?

Yuyou in the office didn't know what she wanted to express. He got up from the chair, turned around and leaned against the edge of the table, and slapped a cigarette from the cigarette box sideways, putting the cigarette mouth into his mouth.

While looking for a lighter on the desktop with the other hand, Qing Xiran on the phone said quietly:

Chief Yu, you also know that I joined the garrison team at the age of 8. Judging from the normal garrison team recruitment age, is this a little too young? Do you know how many pens I have to waste every week since I was 8?

In the office where the light was a little dim, Yuyou paused with the lighter and did not fire.

Qing Xiran said again:

A basket of scrap papers, a month and a room of waste paper, 24 hours a day, 8 hours of sleep, and one hour of physical training. The rest of the time, we were calculating a lot of, uninterrupted calculations, calculations, and calculations at that time, I was only 8 years old.

Stop talking

In the darkness, Yuyou lowered his eyes, ignited the lighter, and brought the flame into his cigarette.

In his ears, Qing Xiran seemed to have opened up his conversation and continued:

What cartoons? What series? What idol soap opera? What kind of taste does watching movies feel? Do you have people you like? Do you have people you hate? You always praise the sunrise and sunset, say the setting sun and the lone wild goose flying together, and the romantic poetry of autumn water and the sky as one color. What are we doing? Calculation, calculation, and eternal calculation.

After a pause, a hint of sadness suddenly appeared in Qing Xiran's cold voice.

Do you know what I was doing when my mother died? I was calculating. What was I doing when my father married a mistress and became a wife? I was still calculating.

Enough, stop talking!

Xuyou shouted loudly, and then smashed the lighter in his hand, his eyebrows and eyes were cold and cold, and he turned around and walked out the door.

I'm here to find you now!

He couldn't listen anymore. He had never heard Qing Xiran say these words, never.

Do you know how he feels now? It hurts so much, just as painful as when I heard the news of her death.

No, I am not trying to attract Chief Yu's sympathy. I am just telling Chief Yu something. Now society is imitating the mental abacus team and collecting children with mental abacus talent everywhere. What do you think they are for?

On the other end of the phone, Qing Xiran smiled softly, as if she didn't care about the fact that she had been trained as a robot since she was a child.

I heard Qing Xiran was extremely rational, using a mechanical female voice, saying word by word:

Generally speaking, they are just looking for computing power like Chief Yu, but their ambitions are greater, adults are difficult to control and have too many distractions, so they start to cultivate their children, and their goal is to be many years later.

They have a crush on the child beside you?

Ohyou's pace was very fast, and he almost arrived at his car while he was talking.

Yes, you said what happened to me now, this is what happened to me, so Chief Oh, why do you think I was trying so hard to defend? I am protecting my daughter.

Your daughter?

The adopted girl, Ouyu, wanted to laugh a little. When she was with him, she was still a kid, so where did she get such a big daughter?

If this child is seven or eight years old, then Qing Xiran will be born at the age of thirteen or fourteen? Even if he is five or six years old, he will not match his number.

It doesn't matter, her daughter is just hers. No matter what corner you pick it up, Xuyou also recognizes it.

Yes, my daughter, I don't want her to be like me in the future, and on the day I die, she is still doing calculations.

Qing Xiran said a little slowly, her eyes passed through the end of the corridor and looked out the window.

There was some fine snow tonight. It was located in Xiangcheng in the south. It had never snowed this month, and it was even when it didn't snow all the way in the winter.

Her voice was cold and deserted, but because of her words, Ouyu's eyes turned red.

He opened the car door and sat in the car, his throat blocking like a ball of cotton.

In the past, he only thought that Qing Xiran had a natural logic. As a literary team, he sang and danced, his brain was very good, but he was not connected with people. Sometimes he was even like a robot and was not cute at all.

But unexpectedly, she has received robot education since she was a child. No one has taught her to love her lover, so she will not love her.

She never gave her money for anyone, nor did she do anything for Yuyou. So no matter how she thought about it, she never expected that she would try her best to bring a big defense circle around her, just for a child she adopted.

Feel sorry.

On the phone, Yuyou was sorry for his carelessness before and for all his annoyance when he met her a few years ago.

Need not.

Qing Xiran took a deep breath, and she felt that she was inexplicably a little too much when she said something today.

So he looked at his watch and said:

My daughter is time to go to bed, so I won’t say anything more.

The sound fell gently, like tiny white snow, falling from the air on the front of Yuyou's car.

She went to work on her, in Hunan City.

He sat in the car outside Hunan City.

On a snowy night, Yuyou held his hands on the steering wheel, lowered his head, leaned his face against the steering wheel, and said softly to the blackened mobile phone screen, the iron-blooded man rarely fragilely:

I love you

The cell phone rang at this moment.

Yuyou didn't really want to answer. When the ringtone was coming to an end, he looked at the four words on the screen and picked them up.
Chapter completed!