dear archimedes

Chapter 11 Pipa and Nautilus (1)
At six o'clock in the morning, Zhen Ai slowly opened her eyes, and unexpectedly saw Yan Su sitting on a wooden chair with bare feet and cross-legged, staring at her unblinkingly with her shallow eyes.

Although it was strange that he ran into her room to see her sleeping for no reason, but Zhen Ai was not frightened, but rubbed her eyes, not knowing why.

Yan Su's gaze was very subtle, with an imperceptible irritability, and he said abruptly, "Your sleeping appearance is really ugly."

"I took you to mean a warm 'good morning'." Zhen Ai smiled generously.

For some reason, seeing him as soon as she woke up, she suddenly didn't want to get up.

In the early morning at the end of winter, the sky is still gray and white, coming in through the classic European windows.It has snowed again in the past few days, and it feels like the dawn is earlier than usual.

Misty water mist condensed on the glass windows, and there was still a slight fire in the fireplace. In such a warm place, you are not alone when you open your eyes. This kind of comforting feeling is really good.

but--

Yan Su's eyes were full of probing light, sharp because of his scrutiny: "Wake up so early in the winter without work, frowning in your sleep, but calm and relieved when you wake up. You don't sleep well every day. Nightmares. It is recommended that you see a doctor or a counselor."

"You're boring!" Zhen Ai glared at him, turned around with a lot of movement, and turned her back to him.Out of sight is pure.

Yan Su was stunned and fell silent.

Zhen Ai huddled under the quilt, pursed her mouth, hmph, he ruined every bit of good feeling.

A few seconds later, someone pushed her shoulder with his hand and said in a blunt tone, "Hey, it's dawn, slackers get up."

Zhen Ai turned her head speechlessly.

"Oh, when I was young, I had a Zhu Bajie alarm clock that called it that way." Yan Su explained seriously, but his expression was stiff, "Sure enough, there is no sense of beauty, how can a pig make a cry like a bird, 'chirp, slacker get up', Totally illogical.”

Zhen Ai scratched her ears: "I woke up early in the morning and listened to your profound and not childish words. Today is really a beautiful day."

"..." Yan Su looked at her calmly, "Sarcasm?"

"clever!"

"...the second sarcasm..."

"Mmm~~" Zhen Ai turned her head around, huddled in the quilt with her back to him and smiled slightly, feeling a little proud.

With his expression unchanged, he lowered his eyes, thought for a while, and said, "I analyzed you just now, and I was wrong."

Zhen Ai grabbed the quilt and said nothing, but the smile on her lips couldn't help but continue to rise.

Someone quickly said earnestly: "But you said I was boring."

It turned out that the apology was conditional.

Zhen Ai pursed her lips: "You're boring. Which chatty person would squat by someone's bed like a big dog in the morning?"

"Big dog? Your ability to describe is really terrible." Yan Su paused for a while, "I came to tell you that I can help you solve the password on the card, so tell me quickly, what is that password used for?"

Zhen Ai turned around slowly, stared at him suspiciously, and understood after a while.In the few days after the school murder case ended, his other work just ended.Now, someone with a sleepy head running at high speed can be said to be... bored to death.

He must have been addicted to thinking of the code on Zhen Ai's card when he was bored, but his principle was to not understand the codes of unknown origin, so this guy squatted beside her bed so early in the morning.

Zhen Ai suddenly wanted to tease him, so she smiled understandingly: "Yan Su is very kind of you. But it's my privacy, I can't tell you, if you want to help me decrypt it, let it go if you don't want to. I won't force you."

After hearing the words, Qingjun's face turned gray for a while.

He put down his legs and stood up from the chair, looking down at her with no pressure, his pupils were dark, his thin lips were lightly pursed, and the awkward and gentle posture just now was completely gone.

He stared at her for a long while, before uttering a word: "Insidious."

After saying that, he left the room with bare feet and without a sound.

Zhen Ai shrunk her neck, she knew that her thoughts did not escape his eyes at all.Ha, this effect is what I want, so awkward to kill him.

When Zhen Ai got up and went to the library, the top of the grand piano was put away and laid flat. Yan Su, in white clothes and white trousers, sat cross-legged on the top of the grand piano, looking up at the sky expressionlessly. staring at the void.Next to it lay a lonely white violin.

Owen stood by the piano and looked up at him helplessly: "SA, in the shortest month of the year, you cracked 101 codes across the country, plus 17 cases, including 3 serial murders. That's enough... "

"Enough is reserved for those with limited abilities." He looked at the sky and interrupted Owen's words very quickly.

Owen clenched his fists: "But you need Hugh..."

"The word rest was invented for the weak-willed, I don't need it, thanks." interrupted again.

He turned his head back aggressively, like a violent lion, gnashing his teeth at Owen ferociously:
"I need the case, I need the code. I don't know what your brain is made of, but mine is a precision instrument, and if you leave it there for even an hour a day if it doesn't work, it will rust. Rust, don't you understand? Owen, give me the code, give me the case. I need something to do!"

Owen was frightened by his rare impatience, and came up with an idea: "Didn't Professor Hill invite you to give a speech at your alma mater, MIT?"

"No!" Yan Su refused.

"why?"

"I'm not interested in lecturing for an hour or two to a room full of people with lower IQs than me, they won't understand and I'm thirsty."

Owen: "..."

Zhen Ai: "..."

Owen said to himself, "Don't argue with him", and suggested: "You don't like public speaking, but Professor Hill also suggested that you take doctoral students in logic. The number is small and the IQ is high. Discuss logic issues with them, don't you? Don't you find it challenging?"

Yan Su looked up at the sky and said word by word, "I hate those doctoral students!"

Zhen Ai didn't know why, so she looked at Owen.

Owen raised his forehead: "SA, someone mistook you for a high school student. It's not their fault, and it's been many years."

Zhen Aimoran, many PhDs are pursued after work, and they are older. People like Yan Su who have obtained three or four doctorates before the age of 20 deserve to be despised due to their age.

Owen is still assiduously giving his good friend some ways to relieve boredom:

"travel?"

"There are many people."

"sports?"

"ordinary."

"find friends?"

"No."

"To see relatives?"

"boring."

Owen Qian donkey was so poor, Wang Tianxing sighed: "It's a sin to be too smart! After torturing the people around him, he finally started to torment himself."

Zhen Ai was puzzled: "Yan Su, why don't you read a book? You..."

"Standing at your position, at 23 o'clock, the 29th row from bottom to top in the G area of ​​the library, the 35th book from left to right, that is the last book in this library that I haven't read. Last night at 23:45, I finished watching." His voice was low, but he couldn't hide his impatience, holding a violin bow in his hand, cutting the strings of the violin irregularly, making a disturbing sound like sawing wood. the sound of.

Zhen Ai was surprised, he only glanced at her just now, how could he remember the location of that book so clearly; the most surprised was not this, she looked at the tall and huge library and the books on one wall, she couldn't believe it: "Everything here Have you read all the books? How is it possible..."

He suddenly turned his head to look at her, his back was facing the slanting sunlight in the morning, his eyes were as deep as amber in the night, and his tone was very provocative: "Which book do you want to read? I will recite it to you now."

He has always been elegant and distant, indifferent and graceful, very much like a British gentleman, rarely has such a vicious side now, Zhen Ai subconsciously took a small step back.

Owen sighed: "SA, you read too fast..."

Before he could finish speaking, Yan Su retorted: "It's not my fault that I can't forget everything in one eye." After finishing speaking, he suddenly opened his eyes wide and realized, "Sergeant Diaz was right, I am a weirdo." Police officer Diaz You're right, I'm a freak.

After a long silence, his pupils darkened, and he said softly, "Weirdo is unhappy." The freak was unhappy.

He bowed his head and said nothing, playing the violin sadly.How pitiful it looked.

Owen shook his head, expressing that there was nothing he could do.

Yan Su played a short piece of music, then suddenly fell down on the piano board and rolled around in a fit of temper: "Boring, boring, boring to death!"

Zhen Ai blinked her eyes, his sudden childishness is really... so cute. ^__^
Owen was silent for a while, and said earnestly, "Mozart will feel sad if you lose your temper like this, SA."

Zhen Ai is suspicious, what does this have to do with Mozart, could it be...

Now Yan Su fell silent, and there was no movement at all. After a while, he touched his piano lightly and whispered, "I'm sorry."

It turns out that this piano is called Mozart...

Zhen Ai: "..."

She walked over, leaned over the piano, and poked his shoulder with her finger. He remained motionless, and said in a hard voice, "Don't poke me, I'm very sad."

Zhen Ai smiled slightly: "What's the name of your violin?"

The person in front of her turned her back, still not moving, but her voice eased: "Elvis."

Zhen Ai rested her chin, tapped the white piano stand with her fingers, and asked, "Yan Su, I heard that you can do everything, so can you write piano and violin concertos?"

He tilted his head, just when a beam of blue sunlight was projected into his light brown pupils, his pupils were as clean and clear as the autumn sky, looking straight at her like that, it made her tremble slightly, and her mind Blank.

But he suddenly approached her, wrapped his arms around her neck, and gave her a close kiss.Zhen Ai touched his warm cheeks, and suddenly her whole body became hot. His clear and magnetic voice blew into her ears: "You are really a genius....Even though it's just an occasional flash of inspiration."

Zhen Ai didn't hear his words at all, all she knew was that her face had a high fever.

But he quickly let go of her, jumped off the piano in the next second, lifted the lid of the piano and began to test the sound.

Owen finally breathed a sigh of relief, and gave Zhen Ai a thumbs up.Zhen Ai stood in the dappled sunlight under the stained glass window, her fair face was slightly reddened by the slanting sunlight in the morning.

Yan Su quickly pasted the white paper on the music stand, turned his head to look at Zhen Ai, raised his chin slightly, and said very proudly: "When I finish writing this concerto, I will call it To Zhen Ai."

Zhen Ai looked at him in surprise, he had already turned his head to the side to set the tone, all he could see was the golden halo on his neat short hair under the sun.

She knew how innocent he was when he said this, but her heart was still shaking uncontrollably.

After staying at Yan Su's house for more than a week, Zhen Ai found a new house and prepared to move.

In the past few days, the two lived in peace.

Zhen Ai spends most of the time reading in the library, wearing gloves; as for Yan Su, he said he would re-read his favorite books, so——

When Zhen Ai was lying on the high circular corridor, or sitting by the railing swinging his feet, occasionally he looked down and saw him sitting in a wheelchair beside the white piano in the middle of the room, with his slender and straight legs crossed and crossed. On the piano bench, with fingers crossed in front of him, he seemed to be resting with his eyes closed.

The books are all in his head. If he wants to reread them, he just needs to open the books in his mind and read them one by one.

At times like this he was as quiet as a statue, sitting under the stained-glass window for a whole day.

The light from the glass window walks quietly and silently in the ancient castle, tilting and standing upright, standing upright and tilting, from the morning when the sun is thin to the evening when the sun is thick, from the serenity and distance of landscape painting to the richness of Western oil painting.

Sometimes she climbed too high, and sometimes her footsteps creaked on the wooden winding ladder, and a slight sound swayed in the air of fine dust, disturbing the silence that could be heard from falling needles.He would frown very lightly, open his eyes occasionally, and silently stare at the little figure on the top of the bookshelf that shuttles back and forth like a little squirrel.

Think silently: no matter how quiet a woman is, she is noisy.Close your eyes again.

At noon on the day before Zhen Ai left, she cooked as usual;

When the food was brought to Yan Su, someone critically glanced at the shapeless rice and the mushy beef, vegetables and carrots on the plate as usual, and frowned:
"I need food, not...feed."

"You are much more difficult to serve than horses, cattle and sheep." Zhen Ai propped up the table with her hands, "Can you make it easy for the last meal?"

Yan Su frowned, thinking it was unfair, "I cook dinner very seriously every day, why didn't you cook well for the last meal?"

Zhen Ai stopped: "...I have worked very hard, Mr. Yan."

The title "Mr. Yan" made him raise his eyes: "But I didn't see it."

Zhen Ai was slightly annoyed, and took a fork to poke on his plate: "It looks like they are a lump of paste, but in fact it's just a lot of soup, they are independent individuals."

Yan Su pursed his lips in silence, watched her disintegrate the sticky thing on her plate into a paste, and said after a long time: "It's my fault that you didn't work hard, I apologize to you."

Zhen Ai was slightly satisfied, and said generously: "Forget it, I don't mind you either..."

"It's not a question of hard work, it's a question of ability."

"..."

Owen almost buried his face in the plate.

Zhen Ai narrowed her eyes, rubbed her teeth lightly, smiled for a while, and said, "If I were a puppy, then I would also be a tolerant puppy. I like dog food, but I don't hate your cesspit either." stones in the

Owen burst out laughing, Yan Su looked at her silently.

Zhen Ai tilted her head indifferently, expressing whether she likes to eat or not.

At this time, the doorbell rang.Zhen Ai went to open the door, and the person who came was an elegant and beautiful Caucasian lady, with exquisite makeup and noble clothes, elegant demeanor and a warm smile.

Before Zhen Ai had time to ask, the other party introduced herself with a faint smile: "Hailey Vanderbilt, SA's mother."

Zhen Ai was stunned, Yan Su's mother's surname was the same as Jasmine?
Hai Li took off her coat and hung it on the coat hook, and went to the restaurant with Zhen Ai.

Owen greeted first: "Hi, Haili!"

Yan Su didn't respond and just ate on his own.

Hai Li saw a lump of food without any pretense on Yan Su's plate, her eyes widened slightly, she was surprised how her picky son would eat this kind of food calmly.She inadvertently glanced at Zhen Ai, who was obediently eating.

Haili said let me introduce this new friend.

"My chef." Yan Su added without looking up, "Bad chef."

Zhen Ai: "..."

Hai Li was taken aback.Owen suppressed his laughter and explained: "Her name is Zhen Ai, and she is my friend."

Hai Li didn't say much, she watched Yan Su eat with gentle eyes, and when he was almost finished eating, she said, "Honey, don't be picky eaters, eat the carrots."

It was only then that Zhen Ai realized that everything on Yan Su's plate was clean, there wasn't even a lot of rice grains, but there were a lot of carrots left.

She was a little embarrassed, she didn't know that he didn't like carrots.

Yan Su unhurriedly wiped his lips with a napkin and said, "No."

"why?"

"I'm not a rabbit."

Zhen Ai tried her best not to laugh.

Hai Li has a good temper, and advised: "Carrots are good for the eyes."

"You think my eyesight is bad?" Yan Su raised his eyebrows slightly, then drooped his eyelashes, looked at his mother again, and said, "You attended the regular meeting of the political women's group in the morning, and after the meeting Mrs. Hodgkinson complained to you about her husband's cheating. Mrs. Chawells persuaded you to buy shares in AT Communications. After the regular meeting, you went to your brother's house, where grandma told you that I must go to my brother's wedding, and then you came with an invitation."

Zhen Ai's eyes widened, although the reasoning was amazing, but it was an elder.

Haili is not surprised at all, she has been used to it for so many years.She opened the bag and handed the invitation to Yan Su.

Yan Su didn't even look at it: "Crowds are boring, weddings are boring. The whole family is talking about politics, the most boring thing."

Hai Li got up and patted him on the shoulder, knowing the reason: "Honey, trust me, this time everyone will definitely not talk about things that you think are boring."

Yan Su didn't change his face: "Politicians are liars."

Hai Li smiled again, with emotion: "Honey, everyone wants to see you very much."

Yan Su: "Since that's the case, I shouldn't steal the groom's limelight."

"..."

(End of this chapter)