Yan Kui even saw the small firecrackers played by the children when they came back in the afternoon.

Fu Yanqing first found a few purple-red palm-sized fireworks that looked like little butterflies: "Let's set one off first."

He asked Yan Kui to take a few steps back, and then arranged the little butterfly fireworks in a row. After lighting them, the little butterflies dragged the fireworks into the air one by one, and then exploded a colorful flower in mid-air.

Fu Yanqing continued to take out three fat cylinders from the bag without stopping, gathered them into a triangle, and lit them again.

This time the fireworks did not lift off, but silvery white sparks burst out, and after falling, they exploded into stars all over the place.

Yan Kui looked up at Fu Yanqing who ran to her side after lighting it up, his face was a little red from the cold, the corners of his mouth remained in a tangle, and there was a warm smile on his brows and eyes.

The light from the fireworks shone on his side face in the twilight, and outlined a glowing arc along the tall bridge of the nose.

Fu Yanqing suddenly turned his head, bent down and put his handsome features in front of Yan Kui, his black eyes didn't blink for a moment, and asked with a smile amidst the rustling of fireworks, "What's the matter?"

The two looked at each other, and broken light fell into their eyes at the same time.

Fu Yanqing stared blankly at his own reflection in the pair of clear pupils on the opposite side, and with a "bang", a huge bunch of fireworks exploded in the air.

This sound seemed to resonate with his chest, Fu Yanqing suppressed the urge to cover his heart, straightened up in a panic, and looked up at the sky.

The system also enjoyed the fireworks, and commented on Fu Yanqing: "It's a bit silly."

"Yeah." Yan Kui turned her eyes back, pursed her lips and smiled.

Fu Yanqing suppressed his heartbeat, glanced at Yan Kui from time to time, his attention had long been distracted from the fireworks, and he didn't realize that the burning fireworks had ended.

Until he heard Yan Kui ask in a clear and calm voice: "Can I put one myself?"

Fu Yanqing seemed to be winding up, and excitedly took out the firecrackers called "Little Goldfish" played by the group of young children from the bag in the machine: "Ignition is too dangerous, you play with this."

Yan Kui: "..." Yan Kui took it with a cold face, squeezed out a small one, and threw it out. In the night when the sound of fireworks and firecrackers kept coming and going, the sound was so small that Yan Kui thought it was silent.

"Both of you, come back quickly after the release!" Professor Fu stood in front of Fu's building, wrapped in a down jacket and shouted.

Yan Kui and Fu Yanqing returned home, shaking off the smell of fireworks on their bodies, Professor Fu stood on the stairs: "Yan Kui, you and I go to the study to read this issue of Professor Sanger's article about electron transfer in metal coordination compounds."Mechanistic research paper."

Yan Kui nodded and followed Professor Fu up the stairs.

Fu Yanqing stood in the living room, looking at Professor Fu with a slightly unfriendly look, as if what he brought Yan Kui to set off just now was not fireworks, but a beacon for the demon concubine to confuse the king and the princes...

In the study, Professor Fu handed the journal to Yan Kui and the two discussed it for a while. After deliberating, Professor Fu said: "New energy has already become one of the most watched research and development categories in the scientific world. I have already communicated with Mr. Gu of Gu'sHowever, in the second half of next year, the research group will focus on research on low-temperature solid oxide fuel cells."

Yan Kui understands what Professor Fu meant. Her thesis this time is still related to protein, and revolves around the realization of protein drug modification and efficiency enhancement.

In addition to generous scholarships, "Ino Scholars" can also get a master's degree in Dalles University in country R where they can choose majors and professors.

Qingmu allows students who receive such awards to graduate early, but so far, no student in Qingmu has won the "Ino Scholar" award.

Yan Kui communicated with Professor Fu that if she wins the award, she will choose 'Medical Biochemistry and Molecular Biology'.But this major is no longer the research and development direction of Professor Fu. If she wants to return to China with a doctorate degree, she may no longer be suitable for Professor Fu's research group.

Professor Fu hopes to keep Yan Kui.

Professor Fu warned her when she chose the topic of her thesis that scientific research should also be specific. Most scientists may spend their entire lives on one topic. Yan Kui is not sure whether she wants to take the direction of medical chemistry, but she is currentlyKnowing something about the biosynthesis strategy of protein heterogeneous hydrocarbons, and wanting to learn more, she pursed her lips: "I still want to give it a try."

Seeing that Yan Kui was determined, Professor Fu smiled: "Well, you are still young, no matter what, my research group will always open the door to you."

The two returned their focus to Professor Sanger's paper.

Fu Yanqing sat alone in front of the sofa, answering the New Year's greeting messages that had already started on the phone.

Ms. Li's business became more and more busy. Her relatives, friends and clients both at home and abroad had been on the phone all the time. She didn't want to turn off the Spring Festival Gala on TV, so she went to the small study on the first floor.

Seeing someone posting pictures of dumplings in the class, Fu Yanqing got up and shouted: "Three comrades upstairs and downstairs, it's ten o'clock, it's time to make dumplings!"

Fu Yanqing mixed the vegetable stuffing and meat stuffing together, lifted the panel and placed it on the tea table in the living room, and the four of them sat in a circle. Ms. Li and Yan Kui couldn't make dumplings, so they were assigned the task of rolling dumpling wrappers.

Yan Kui held the rolling pin strangely, and her thoughts drifted for a moment: the last time she made dumplings was before her father passed away, and every time her father would allow her to make two dumplings by herself, no matter how ugly they were, my father would eat them in the end.

Ms. Li took a piece of dough, rolled it out and said with a smile: "I remember when I was 25 years old and 30 years old, I made dumplings with my mother at home, and my neighbor's hair boy came to chat with me.From the age of seven or eight, I knew how to roll leather, and when I was twenty-five, I still only knew how to roll leather, and now I am fifty, and I still only know how to roll leather.”

Although he spoke briskly, he still couldn't hide the sigh in his tone.

Professor Fu coughed: "The joy of making dumplings is that someone rolls out the skin and someone makes dumplings in front of the panel. You pass it to me, and I pass it to you."

Fu Yanqing looked up at his parents, probably because he didn't have the nerve to say anything in front of the younger generation, and the two just looked at each other tenderly.

He looked at Yan Kui again, Yan Kui lowered her head seriously, imitating Ms. Li's movements, rolling the dumpling wrapper into a perfect circle.

Fu Yanqing handed the filling spoon to Yan Kui: "Would you like to try making one?"

Yan Kui was startled, and took the spoon.

"That's right, these are enough, no more can be packed." Fu Yanqing instructed Yan Kui to dig out the amount of stuffing.

Carefully putting the stuffing on the dough, Yan Kui followed the memory of her childhood appearance, first made a circle of pleats with one hand, then put down the collapsed dumpling, and squeezed it again with both hands together.

She put it in the palm of her hand and looked at it, feeling a little like a small ingot.

Fu Yanqing took out his mobile phone and took a photo of the dumplings in her hand: "To commemorate, I sent you on WeChat."

The Fu family followed the tradition of Professor Fu and Ms. Li's hometown. The family kept watch until twelve o'clock, and then began to serve dumplings.

There was still some time left, Fu Yanqing glanced at the sticky Professor Fu and Ms. Li, and used a smile to cover up his anxiety: "If you are bored, do you want to visit my room?"

This was quite strange. When Professor Fu was about to retort with angry eyes, Ms. Li pinched her and suppressed her.

Fu Yanqing added: "You have been here so many times, but you haven't visited my room. Didn't you say that there is something for you to see?"

Yan Kui smiled faintly, raised her hand to avoid the flour on her hand: "Okay, I'll wash my hands first."

Yan Kui had also heard about the bad smell and environment of the boys' dormitory, and how careless the boys are on weekdays, but when she entered Fu Yanqing's bedroom, she didn't smell any peculiar smell, only the same smell as his body, a refreshing grapefruit scentand soap locust flavor.

The bedroom door was not closed, and the sound of the TV in the living room downstairs penetrated unimpeded, accompanied by the sound of fireworks and firecrackers from time to time outside the window.

Fu Yanqing took out a stack of letter papers from a box on the bookshelf, and quickly passed them before Yan Kui's eyes: "Look, there were more before, but I couldn't find them."

He was worried that Yan Kui would see that it was a series of letter paper, so he didn't dare to spread it out, but he was not worried that Yan Kui wanted to unfold it.

A smile flashed in Yan Kui's eyes, Fu Yanqing was only worried that the letter paper would be found to be of the same style when he opened it, but he ignored the fact that the crease on the top of the letter paper was too new, and the letter paper still had a very mixed smell of perfume.

Fu Yanqing really forgot how much he loved scented products in those days, and there were perfume highlighters, not to mention 'perfume letter paper'.

He stuffed the flustered letter papers back into the box, and then nonchalantly picked up the robots and model airplanes on the shelf for Yan Kui to admire.

He held a very simple Lego-like robot in his hand: "Do you remember it? My first robot in the competition."

Yan Kui nodded, the first time the two chatted, Fu Yanqing had shown off to her.

Fu Yanqing's face also turned red. When he was young, he watched too many mecha animations, and he was especially a second-year student. Anyone who caught him wanted to send the photo of this robot to let others "appreciate", but only Yan Kui listened to him patiently.functions and principles.

Although the comment was quite vicious after listening to it, he was so angry that he almost deleted his friend.

He lowered his eyes and silently glanced at the girl who was crouching in front of his desk to observe a robot carefully, and curled his lips, thankful that he didn't make that decision.

"Ten, nine, eight, seven..." The host's high-pitched countdown began to sound from the TV downstairs.

Fu Yanqing then silently recited in his heart: three, two, one.

"Yan Kui, Happy New Year!"

At the overseas student party in country C, it was just after eight o'clock, unlike the time in China. Wu Jiaxi withdrew from the dance floor and sent a message to Qi Shu asking him where he hid before he began to look through the various things in his hand.Miscellaneous blessing messages.

He edited one and was about to send a group reply, but suddenly saw a video and a screenshot of the video sent to him by a boy from Class 5.

Looking at the girl in the picture, he clicked on the video.

In the video, Yan Kui is wearing a lavender rhombic down jacket. Perhaps because of the low temperature, the tip of her nose is reddish from the cold, and white air seems to come out when she speaks.

The photographer on the opposite side of the video should have a good relationship with her, because although her tone is cold, her clear black eyes are soft.

The smile on Wu Jiaxi's face disappeared completely, and he poked his phone a few times: "Have you ever sent this picture to Qi Shu?"

The other party replied quickly: "No, how dare I."

In this case, Wu Jiaxi's eyes dimmed, thinking of Ji Sil who couldn't be contacted no matter what, and deleted the video on the phone.