Chapter 4 Going Home The street is still the same street, and the old neighborhood is still the same old neighborhood, except that the sycamore trees are smaller and the infrastructure is not as complete. Wutong Community. Walking along the familiar path and arriving at the door of his home, Xu Qingzhou suddenly felt homesick and uneasy. Young 18-year-old parents~ Once, he earned some money and wanted to buy a new house for his parents, but the old couple were used to living in Wutong Community and did not move there, saying that they would leave it for Xu Qingzhou as his new house. He is based in Kyoto and we only see each other a few times a year. For two years, he didn't even go home for the Chinese New Year because he was busy collecting data. "What are you doing standing there? Are you acting like a door god?" Just when Xu Qingzhou was feeling mixed emotions, a woman shouted at the top of her lungs. A familiar feeling. Looking at the middle-aged woman in the window, Xu Qingzhou waved his hand and said, "Here she comes." The layout of the room has hardly changed. On the left side of the door is the kitchen and dining table, and further forward is the living room, sofa and coffee table. On the sofa, a middle-aged man in his forties, tall and thin, wearing glasses, was sitting with his legs crossed watching a football game. Compared with ten years later, he had fewer white hairs on his temples. "Dad, Mom, I'm back."
"Yeah." Xu Shouyun nodded and said without turning his head: "Your mother is in the kitchen." "All you do is stare at the broken ball every day." Mom wiped her hands with an apron and walked out of the kitchen. Xu Shouyun chuckled and wisely didn't reply. After the mother finished scolding, she looked at Xu Qingzhou with a smile and said, "The porridge will be available in a while, clean up and take a shower." "Okay." Xu Qingzhou felt very warm in his heart. He had gained more than ten pounds during the second semester of his senior year. He carried his schoolbag into the bedroom. When you step into the small house of more than ten square meters, you can smell a strong scent of ink. On the wooden desk is a white mobile phone, a Coolpad. On one side, there are piles of textbooks from three years of high school. On the bedside table next to the windowsill, there is a pile of comics, "The Collection of A Shuai", "Dragon Ball", "Oolong Courtyard". Oh, there is also a long rainbow sword of Young Hero Rainbow Cat. "Xu Qingzhou, what are you dawdling for? Go take a shower!" Wang Xiaping shouted at the door. "Right away." Xu Qingzhou replied and walked into the bathroom carrying the folded clothes on the bed. In the mirror, the boy is about seventeen or eighteen years old. He has abdominal muscles when he takes a breath and his face is still a little childish. He is at the age where he eats at 12 o'clock and gets hungry at 12:. Everything is full of hope. People in the field of physics have one characteristic - they work very hard. Even if most people don't have that 1% talent, they can still achieve success with just 99% of the effort. However, in the world of cutting-edge physics, it is that 1% that matters. The theories of the period from the classical physics period beginning with Newton to the end of the 19th century were relatively easy to understand and accept because this era studied a variety of physical phenomena. But in the era of modern physics, there has been a leap in physical logic and thinking, which means that even if you put in 99% of your effort but lack 1% of your IQ and talent, it will most likely be in vain. Fortunately, Xu Qingzhou is one of those people who possesses that 1% talent. Even so, after joining the work, he still wishes he could split the 24 hours into smaller ones. Library, laboratory, dormitory, three points in a straight line.
During his last physical examination, the doctor said that his body was like an over-worn machine. After taking a shower and rubbing his underwear, Xu Qingzhou came out of the bathroom feeling refreshed. The meat porridge had been placed on the coffee table in front of the sofa and was cooling down. A replay of the match between Dynamo Kyiv and Valencia was playing on TV. There was a sporadic sound of scrubbing pots coming from the kitchen. Xu Qingzhou suddenly felt a little sore in the corners of his eyes. He hadn't seen such a scene for many years. Wang Xiaping finished washing the pot, took off her apron, and urged: "Why are you daydreaming? The porridge is cold." Xu Qingzhou smiled and nodded, then sat down next to Xu Shouyun. On TV, Valencia's striker was taking a penalty kick. "nice shot!" Xu Qingzhou drank the porridge and commented. "Valencia had a chance to shoot just now, but the striker was not good enough." Xu Shouyun lamented. "Dynamo's defence is strong." "You two, father and son, just enjoy free meals all day long." Wang Xiaping complained helplessly. She sat down next to Xu Shouyun, accustomed to this scene. "It's a pity that the Chinese national football team was just a little bit away from entering the World Cup." Xu Shouyun took a sip of tea, spit out the tea leaves, nodded, and said, "Next time, we should be able to make it if we work harder." In the 2014 World Cup Asian qualifiers, China reached the top 20, ranked third in the group, and did not enter the Brazil World Cup. "Maybe." Xu Qingzhou agreed. Wang Xiaping nudged her husband and asked about her son's condition. Xu Shouyun understood what he meant, nodded slightly, turned down the volume of the TV, looked at Xu Qingzhou, and asked, "Have you encountered any problems in school recently?" "No." Xu Qingzhou put down the bowl. "Really?" Wang Xiaping confirmed. She felt that something was wrong with her son today. "No." Seeing Xu Qingzhou's certainty, Wang Xiaping finally felt relieved. She stood up to collect the bowl and said, "It's just the college entrance examination. Don't put too much pressure on yourself." "The college entrance examination is like a marathon. You are now a long-distance runner on the road of academic study. The end of this marathon is not your grades, but your becoming a better self." Xu Shouyun also said with a smile. Xu Qingzhou nodded in agreement. The words that he had once found annoying in middle school now sounded particularly pleasant to his ears. "Okay, go review. It's not too late. Health is the capital of revolution." Xu Shouyun held the teacup. Wang Xiaping turned around and reminded him worriedly: "Don't play with your phone." "I know." Xu Qingzhou nodded and stood up. "It's already ten o'clock. You should go to bed early." "You little brat, you've finally learned to care about us. Taking good care of yourself is the best way to show your concern for us." Wang Xiaping came out of the kitchen, wiping her hands. Xu Qingzhou shrugged, went back to his room, sat down at the desk and turned on his cell phone. Oh, it’s still 4g network.
Old-school interface, old-school software. After fiddling with it for two minutes, Xu Qingzhou clicked on the familiar QQ icon and entered his space. I posted two posts yesterday. 2014/ 4/ 7 [Some things can only be done alone. Some barriers can only be overcome alone. Some roads can only be walked alone.] 2014/ 4/ 6 [That's it, I'm tired] Xu Qingzhou felt numb. [There is a maple forest in my heart, and the ground in the forest is covered with soft maple leaves.] [Green mountains, green waters, streams, green bamboos, my pursuit] Xu·Old man on subway·Qing·Emoji·Zhou. It was all non-mainstream youth pain literature that was eye-catching. Xu Qingzhou's scalp tingled and he got goose bumps all over his body. He quickly closed the space. bang~ The door was pushed open and Wang Xiaping stood at the door with a dark face, threatening, "If you play with your phone again, I'll take it away from you." "Review immediately." Xu Qingzhou put down his cell phone, took out his Chinese textbook and opened it. Seeing Xu Qingzhou start reading, Wang Xiaping nodded with satisfaction and gently closed the door. Xu Qingzhou took a deep breath and focused on memorizing and reciting. Qinyuanchun Changsha Independence in the cold autumn, Xiangjiang River goes north, and Juzizhoutou. Look at the mountains all red, the forests all dyed red After reading it once, he closed the book and recited it silently in one go. These are all engraved in the deep memory, and they will come to mind all at once when a certain switch is touched. Just like a person with amnesia, when he comes into contact with something that was once familiar to him, the related memories gradually recover. Time passed minute by minute until Xu Shouyun knocked on the door to remind him to go to bed. He just realized it was 11:50. Xu Qingzhou responded, packed up briefly, and went to bed. The sound of the TV outside the house disappeared, obviously turned off by my mother, and then a low-cut voice was heard. He slept peacefully that night. (End of this chapter)
