Chapter 462: Song Yao: Do I need to buy something for you to supplement?

The speech ended.

After Xu Qingzhou finished accepting media interviews, Principal Chen Jin brought several school leaders and Liu Ying over. After exchanging greetings, Principal Chen Jin and several leaders went to accept media interviews.

Only the two of them and the head teacher were left at the scene.

Four years later, the former head teacher had also retired and no longer held teaching tasks, occasionally serving as a team leader for teaching groups.

Liu Ying looked at the two young people and nodded slightly, asking with a smile: "When are you two getting married?"

"We've already gotten the certificate."

Xu Qingzhou held Song Yao's hand. After getting the certificate, they had changed the couple rings from before to their ring fingers.

Liu Ying was a bit surprised and sighed: "Congratulations, the long-distance love run from high school is not easy. What about the wedding banquet?"

"The wedding banquet... there are still two years left, we will definitely invite you then."

"Good, hahaha..."

At noon, everyone had a meal together at the hotel, and the ceremony could be considered completely over.

In the afternoon, Xu Qingzhou and Song Yao still had serious business; both families went to the Xu family to eat together.

Although the two families had gathered for meals before, they were all at hotels, and eating at home seemed a bit illegitimate.

Now there was no such trouble.

Anyway, they were already one family.

The heavy responsibility of cooking fell on the two unemployed people, Xu Qingzhou and Song Yao.

The two bought groceries in the afternoon and started getting busy at 4:30.

Xu Qingzhou was the head chef, and Song Yao was the assistant.

On Friday, the evening rush hour was even livelier than usual. The workers had been busy for a week, and after relaxing from their fatigue, they were preparing to enjoy the holiday.

Wutong Residential Compound.

The old Xu family was also quite lively.

In the living room, Xu Shouyun and Song Shisong had set up a game of Chinese chess, killing each other back and forth.

Wang Xiaping and Zhang Junli were cracking melon seeds, chatting on the side, occasionally turning their heads to look at the kitchen, feeling in their hearts that it was really good.

Zhang Junli had the same thought.

Not to mention knowing the roots and the bottom.

Even if looked at with extremely critical eyes, Xu Qingzhou couldn't find any shortcomings, and one could feel Xu Qingzhou's tolerance for his daughter from their interaction.

This made both of them very gratified.

In the kitchen, the two young people were also busy.

"Little Song, help me get the leeks over here." Xu Qingzhou was preparing to make twice-cooked pork.

"Wrong, wrong."

Someone with a mouth that owed a beating still received a claw.

"Sooner or later, I'll film a video of you exploiting me, so that my dad and the others won't worry about me bullying you all the time." Xu Qingzhou said with hatred. Just now she was still acting like a well-behaved girl.

"Shut up!"

Song Yao handed the garlic sprouts to Xu Qingzhou.

This guy really owed a beating too much.

As the sun set, the evening glow on the horizon was plated with a layer of amber, the high-rise buildings stretched into the distance in the golden glow, and the noisy city during the day gradually quieted down.

The fragrant food had already been served on the Xu family's dining table.

This could be considered the first time the two families had eaten at each other's homes.

When did her daughter learn to cook...

Zhang Junli fell into memory, oh, it was after she secretly brought this kid home for a meal, as if she had been stimulated by something.

The game between Xu Shouyun and Song Shisong ultimately didn't finish, ending in a draw, not knowing if it was human relations or if they were really evenly matched.

Six people, eight dishes and one soup.

If really compared, the atmosphere of this meal was better than all the previous gatherings.

July 10th.

At 4:00 PM local time, having been away from home for more than ten days, Xu Qingzhou and Song Yao, young people pushing suitcases, arrived at the rented apartment.

Er Miao was full of spirit, head held high, chest out, patrolling its territory in the living room with elegant little steps.

The time away from home wasn't long, so it wasn't as terrifying as the house in Yandongyuan. The two spent an hour and a half cleaning the house.

The weather in Boston was nice.

Xu Qingzhou finished mopping the floor, leaned on the sofa, stared at the girl who was busy in the living room and bedroom in slippers, let out a breath, and stared at the ceiling in a daze.

Went home, got a certificate.

Now they were truly a couple.

Everything from the past felt more like a dream.

It was getting blurrier.

Song Yao finished making the bed, walked out, and saw Xu Qingzhou staring foolishly at the ceiling. She kicked him with her foot: "Are you failing again?"

The two lived in their own homes in Rongcheng, stayed in San Francisco for one night last night, dry wood and raging fire...

"That sentence of yours is very dangerous."

Xu Qingzhou darkened his face, pulled Song Yao onto his lap to sit, paused, and said: "It's just a bit emotional."

He pondered for a while and said: "Is it possible that I am actually a super-super genius, but like some novel protagonists, my spirit is too powerful, and I have compiled other identities for myself..."

Song Yao listened seriously, and then pondered: "You mean you're sick."

"Why do I feel like you're scolding me?"

"You said it yourself, schizophrenia." Song Yao sat sideways on Xu Qingzhou's lap, her hands wrapped around his neck: "Professor Xu, I heard that if boys are too tired, they will... that is, they can't concentrate. Do you need me to buy you some supplements?"

"Do you need me to prove that I'm still okay?"

"No." Song Yao refused. Of course she knew her boyfriend was fine; on the contrary, he was quite powerful. Anyway, she was always the first to be defeated every time.

She took out her phone to report their safety to the two pairs of parents in Rongcheng, and said in the six-person group pulled by Wang Xiaping that the two of them had arrived.

Xu Qingzhou stopped letting his imagination run wild and couldn't help but sniff at Song Yao's fair neck; the familiar fragrance rushed into his nose.

"Are you a dog?"

Song Yao pushed him away in disgust, didn't sit on this person, and walked back to the bedroom to pack things in slippers, kicking and stepping.

The house hadn't been fully tidied up yet, and this guy started moving his hands and feet.

Xu Qingzhou shrugged. There were some clothes in the suitcase. He sat at the table and opened the manuscript from this period.

Mathematics could be considered to be in the finishing stage.

In another three days, he should be able to organize all the content of the two report meetings.

Next, it was time to consider the project problem.

The scope of condensed matter physics was too broad.

And it was the direction chosen by the most people in the physics community now.

The reason, well.

Materials were the foundation of modern industry. Whether it was civil engineering, electronics, nuclear engineering, or mechanical engineering, the breakthrough problems were all about researching the performance of their core materials.

Researching the performance of materials was material physics in condensed matter physics.

Of course, there was a second very important factor.

Low-end condensed matter physics was just taking classical physics and engineering physics to be buried with the four major pits.

For example, topological acoustic structures and topological circuits; the same set of topological insulator physical mechanisms could be exchanged for various classical systems, repeating experiments, or to be more accurate... water injection.

This was also why more than half of the people were doing condensed matter.

After all, even if it couldn't be used in practical applications, one could still produce a few high-end papers to cheat for funding and the like.

Xu Qingzhou thought of the self-deprecation of scientists in condensed matter he often heard before: research first, papers first, employment last.

Xu Qingzhou scooped Er Miao, who was passing by the table, into his arms.

As for him...

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