Qian Yan

Chapter 79 Spring Rain
When Yan Weiran landed, it was raining lightly in New York.

She put down her luggage and went to the teacher's cemetery first, presenting her favorite purple hydrangea.

The cemetery is well kept, with lush green grass and delicate flowers.After all, it was an expensive cemetery that that person helped choose back then.

Thinking about it this way, what he left for her was not only pain.

It rained heavily for a while, and she stood at the gate of the cemetery to shelter from the rain, leaning against the wall motionless and watching the fine raindrops outside the window hit the scattered four-color flowers, her eyes fell on a place far, far away.

After such a long time, I came back to New York again, met my teacher again, and encountered such rain again...

All of this reminded her of the past that was indelibly imprinted in her heart.

At that time, she had just arrived in the United States, and with the spirit of a newborn calf who was not afraid of anything, she went to Columbia University to look for the legendary Dr. Cheng according to an unclear address.

Before departure, the teacher asked her with some concern: "This is a Ph.D. from the School of Medicine at Columbia University. I heard that he is presiding over a high-profile research project. Will he be interested in improving our skin care formula?"

"Teacher, don't worry. I've inquired about it. He was able to do such an important research at such a young age because his family funded and sponsored this project, and he built the laboratory himself. I don't think so." Strong academic background." Yan Weiran studied Dr. Cheng's information and convinced the teacher.

"But...he is in the field of biochemical theory, ours can at most be made into cosmeceuticals."

"The current research laboratory does not only do biochemical experiments, but mostly uses physiological, biochemical, cellular, and molecular methods together. I think it is very appropriate for us to ask his laboratory to help test and improve the formula. After all, theory requires Those who are related to practice, they always have to cooperate with specific projects.” She looked at and pointed to the date of birth and said, “You see, Dr. Cheng is also of Chinese descent, only four years older than me, and he is working hard in a foreign country. I think he will be able to get along with us better, and he will help us sincerely."

"Then you go and try it first. It's really not high. It's the same when we go back to China to find a laboratory."

The teacher didn't have much hope, but both of them knew that the test report from the medical laboratory of Columbia University must not be compared with the weight of the domestic laboratory.

Yan Weiran took the information about Jared.Cheng's laboratory that he had printed out from the Internet, and a map of New York, and drove a second-hand red Beetle to Columbia University.

At the gate of Columbia University, there seemed to be no fog on the road ahead, and the spring rain was about to fall.

There is no gate control at Columbia University, so you can come in and out at will, but she went around several times, but failed to enter the building where the research laboratory is located.Because she could not provide proof that Dr. Cheng was willing to meet with her, let alone contact Dr. Cheng.

Yan Weiran could only park the car not far from the research room, under a tall and vigorous oak tree.She lay on the steering wheel and looked at the European-style classical buildings that were becoming more and more hazy in the fog. She sighed, took out her mobile phone and started sending messages to all the Chinese Americans she knew, asking if she could contact Cheng Jialu.

Few people responded.Most of the boys are: "Cheng Jialu? Is it the big cow who got into SCI in his freshman thesis? This forever dragon sees the beginning but does not see the end!"

But the girl said: "Cheng Jialu, I know! That super handsome medical doctor, I have heard his lecture before, but unfortunately it is too short, I only spent two hours in love!"

Then, no one knew how to contact him.The so-called "law of six people" seems to have failed on this person.

Yan Weiran didn't know how many useless messages he received, and finally turned off his phone in frustration, leaned on the steering wheel for a while, thinking about how he was going to dig this person out.

When she raised her head, she found that the rain hadn't started yet, but the humidity was so thick that the water vapor enveloped the ground like smoke.In the wet world, someone drew something on her car window, a strange pattern.

Startled, she looked out the window and found that it was a young man with black hair.He didn't hold an umbrella, and he was bending down and focusing on a weird equation listed on the glass of her car. Judging from those letters and numbers, it should be a chemical equation, but she didn't understand chemistry, and she looked at it backwards. , I was completely confused.

Yan Weiran pressed the car window and asked, "Hi, you..."

"Don't move!" He immediately raised his hand and tried to press the car window, Yan Weiran quickly stopped his hand, but unfortunately, nearly half of the glass had sunk, and half of the equation he had listed on it had been scraped off.

He frowned, without looking at Yan Weiran, his fingers crossed the side glass of the car, and re-wrote the calculation on the back seat glass.

Yan Weiran poked his head out, looked at this inexplicable person, and wanted to ask him what he wanted to do in his car.But when her eyes met his leaning face, she suddenly lost her voice, feeling that the spring fog had also become lingering.

She is a makeup artist, so the first subconscious reaction when seeing someone is to evaluate the other person's facial features and examine how to make up for the defects.However, the man in front of her was the only one she had ever seen in her life, and she didn't know how to attack him.Not only the facial features, but also the distribution of the facial features and the harmony between them, she is not sure that they can be adjusted more perfectly.

For a moment, she heard the beating sound of her heart, just like the feeling of being conquered by the elegant and handsome facial features when she drew those sketch lines on the head of Giuliano's Medici in the basic art class.

This is simply a feast for Yan control, and it is also a torture for Yan control—Yan Weiran almost wants to sigh.When she thought that she might only have a fate with such a perfect face for only a few minutes, and when she thought that she could not make him more attractive through her own hands, she felt that life was boring and it was a waste of what she had learned.

So she stared at his drooping face for a long time, at the slender eyelashes, at the straight nose, at the beautifully curved and well-colored lips.The pale and clear complexion covered by the rain showed a strange attraction.

After finishing the last stroke, he withdrew his beautiful hand and breathed a sigh of relief.The eyelashes with thin water vapor blinked slightly, and the deep and clear eyes met her.

Yan Weiran lowered his eyes in embarrassment, and asked hesitantly, "Can I... go?"

"No, wait, I'll take a picture first..." When he said this, he suddenly slapped his forehead and looked at her in annoyance: "Actually, I forgot to bring my mobile phone, so I can only write it down in your car first." Some inspirations I just thought of. Uh...can I trouble you, lend me your phone?"

His Chinese is very standard, and there are few movements, expressions and gestures when he speaks. He does not speak Chinese with American posture and accent like many Chinese bananas-on this point, Yan Weiran later felt that this should be It was the only similarity between Wei Zexi and him.

But at that time, Yan Weiran still couldn't let go of his guard against such a breathtaking Chinese handsome guy.After all, this is New York, and all her contacts with the teacher are on that small mobile phone.

So she thought about it, reached out her hand to signal him to take a few steps back, then picked up her phone, locked the car and walked down.

After getting out of the car and taking a look, she realized that not only the side windows, but also the rear windows of the entire car were covered with calculation formulas.The small water droplets condensed on the glass were written by him in illegible scrawled letters, but the air is so humid, the traces of those hastily written are already very blurred, and if a spring rain falls, everything left by him will be destroyed. was completely washed away.

She took the time to take pictures of the front and back of her car glass, and then she breathed a sigh of relief, looked up at him and asked, "Then how can I give it to you?"

"Can you send it to my email, please?" He reported his email address and asked her to send the photo to him.

Yan Weiran agreed, and wrote him an email directly on the phone, attaching the photo to him.

He looked at her mobile phone screen with his head: "all the photos, are there any omissions?"

"Don't worry, all six are attached." Yan Weiran promised, and looked up at him after the sending was successful.

Looking at each other at this moment, they realized that they were so close to each other.The breath that is close at hand can almost make each other look at each other.

(End of this chapter)