Chapter 579: Surrounded by Chu Songs on All Sides and the Opening of Three Yangs

"Watching someone go from life to death, from existence to nothingness with one's own eyes open—this is an experience many have never had…"

Luo Tingzhu quickly changed the subject: "Even I was unable to see my grandmother one last time."

"I mean, the truly last time."

Fang Ziye had no such experience either; he tried hard to recall: "When I was interning, there was once, but back then I only focused on saving them and had no other feelings."

"Now that I myself am the attending physician for a dying patient, yet can do nothing, my mood is actually quite complex."

"Don't blame me, yet blame my limited abilities." Fang Ziye's mindset was very stable.

This patient of the Hand Surgery Group was forcibly admitted here; his main purpose in coming here was to complete his final journey.

It couldn't be said to be very dignified, but one could only do one's best to make it as dignified as possible.

This topic was too heavy; Luo Tingzhu had originally wanted to discuss with Fang Ziye the state of mind of seeing a patient off, but now she regretted it.

"Senior Brother, did Teacher Yuan call you recently?" Luo Tingzhu corrected herself.

"He did, almost every day; that's good. I just fear that Master won't contact me, and I won't know what he's doing alone."

"Of course, I've also finally seen Master's connections! Quite unexpected." Fang Ziye nodded, then raised a counter-question.

"Guess how wide my teacher Yuan Weihong's connections are?"

Yuan Weihong had only just become an associate professor and deputy chief physician, but Yuan Weihong was not a particularly ordinary representative of the associate professor level; he belonged to the elite category.

Luo Tingzhu shook her head: "Senior Brother, stop keeping us in suspense; I can't find a reference point, so I won't guess."

And asked: "Senior Brother, are the clothing sizes I gave you for my uncle correct?"

"Is Bosideng okay?"

"Too expensive, and I fear my uncle will feel it's too costly; too cheap, and I myself wouldn't feel right giving it." Luo Tingzhu suggested in a soft voice.

"It's fine; don't buy anything too expensive. Even if you buy it, cut off the brand label."

"I'll reimburse you then." Fang Ziye answered the more crucial question first.

Then he said: "My teacher's social circle is still quite broad. Currently, several teams have been pulled in by my teacher, including but not limited to the Provincial People's Hospital, Peking Union Medical College Hospital, and a young teacher at Xiangya Hospital."

"Of course, these are just some people I know; asking for help is very difficult!"

"But when problems arise, if someone asks, it's not particularly difficult either." Fang Ziye sighed emotionally.

Actually, if it came to comparing connections, Fang Ziye's current connections were even broader than Yuan Weihong's; it was just that Fang Ziye couldn't use them for the time being.

If one had to run around everywhere just to complete a research project, then the operation of that project team would be too exhausting and insufficient to support Fang Ziye's future progress. The few fellow disciples taking action now were completely enough.

Luo Tingzhu did not find this surprising. At the associate professor level, having a few close friends was a common occurrence.

"Senior Brother? Did you push aside that individualized prosthesis design project? Isn't that a bit too generous?"

"Lan Tianluo told me, Senior Brother, you can completely convene Professor Qi Qiaowen of Peking Union Medical College Hospital, Professor An Lumming of the Provincial People's Hospital, and the trauma surgery professors of Xiangya Hospital and Xiangya Second Hospital, to form a larger framework!" Luo Tingzhu stood up and began to hang up her clothes.

She would be staying here for a long time, so some woolen clothes and down jacket coats had to be hung up.

"Doing this doesn't have particularly great significance. After all, it's just the design of an individualized prosthesis model. For this kind of project, others can replicate it too easily."

"Arranging it this way, the input-to-output ratio isn't worthwhile."

Fang Ziye smiled upon hearing this: "Furthermore, take it slow and move forward step by step. People must learn to be generous. After all, these are all research achievements of our Hubei Province trauma surgery."

"I don't lack this one project."

"Also, regarding the admission of patients for functional reconstruction surgery, I actually don't need to admit more such patients to prove myself." Fang Ziye said candidly.

"For example, regarding the upper limb functional reconstruction surgery currently in the department, and some residual sub-disease types, I go and compete with Senior Brothers from Professor Deng's group for first authorship of articles. Is that interesting?"

Luo Tingzhu continued hanging clothes on the rack, to be pushed into the room together later: "Senior Brother Wu Xuanqi is different from those Senior Brothers in the department."

"He has his own foundation. I looked up his articles."

"In terms of basic research project directions, Senior Brother Wu Xuanqi has made progress in the ldh (lactate dehydrogenase) aspect of osteochondroma."

"In terms of clinical projects, Senior Brother Wu Xuanqi has considerable attainments in the treatment of bone defects and complex pelvic fractures."

"He has published quite a few articles."

"This time, Senior Brother Wu Xuanqi being able to complete the project completion first in the hk2 direction where Teacher Yuan had the first move is actually quite unexpected!"

Luo Tingzhu said this, then added: "Senior Brother, do you have something else you're hiding from me? The troubles you've actually encountered aren't just these, right?"

Luo Tingzhu's eyes were lively; at a glance she was organizing and analyzing various pieces of information she had gathered from Brother Gu.

Currently, the troubles Fang Ziye clearly needed to resolve were three.

One was to secure Teacher Yuan Weihong's Outstanding Youth Fund project and complete it perfectly; this was the foundation.

The second was the design system for 3D printing of individualized prostheses.

The third was the treatment offset for patients undergoing functional reconstruction surgery.

Domestically, there seemed to be institutions similar to Enshi Yangyuan competing with Enshi Yangyuan to perform similar surgeries, but whether Senior Brother Wu Xuanqi was involved was temporarily unknown.

"Brother Gu, in some aspects, his lips are still not tight enough."

"But that's also good for me."

"There are some, but the problem isn't big." Fang Ziye closed his notebook and came over to help hang the clothes.

"It's a funding problem in the laboratory. Only now do I know that the 'project funding' related to the Military Region is relatively limited; at least the cake of the Trauma Surgery Group is limited."

"After our sanatorium's slice of the cake is divided larger, other places, such as the Institute, will have relatively less funding."

"So, the source of this current funding hasn't been settled yet! ~"

"The funding for the project I'm currently doing is subsidized by external funding from the sanatorium, not direct appropriation funding." Fang Ziye replied.

Luo Tingzhu's hand paused slightly: "Dean Chen also subsidized you twenty million?"

"Subsidized! ~ Not a penny missing, all on the expense ledger of the experimental area within the sanatorium, and it's relatively free funding. As long as I use results to pay it back." Fang Ziye nodded.

Old Chinese Doctor Chen Song's determination was still quite something.

Twenty million in project funding, even placed in the National Natural Science Foundation of China, would be above a major project, and might even be the funding foundation of super major projects like the 863 Program.

Chen Guangbai was Chen Song's son. The subsidies he gave to the sanatorium were not small. Twenty million was a lot, but not so much that it couldn't be produced.

"Senior Brother, I feel like your mindset is getting steadier and steadier." Luo Tingzhu's movement paused, her gaze shifting.

In her eyes, there was admiration and adoration; equally, there was heartache.

Luo Tingzhu knew Fang Ziye's past; the former Fang Ziye had eaten takeout with her in the stairwell outside the laboratory, carefree, needing only to mind his own future.

Now, Fang Ziye bore many more ties.

Moreover, with no teacher to guide Fang Ziye in handling affairs, Fang Ziye had to weigh everything around him himself.

What she could do was help Fang Ziye strategize, using her own research foundation to arrange certain matters.

"A steady mindset has prerequisites — look at me. My income isn't low, my girlfriend is pretty, gentle, and sensible, and the bride price demanded isn't much."

"The house is almost bought; my parents have already gone to Han City to look. The car was paid in full and picked up. The engagement is coming up soon, and the wedding photo shoot date is set."

"Even if I fail, I have a way out."

"It's impossible not to be steady. Actually, Senior Brother Wu Xuanqi is pretty steady too. Even if there was a deviation during this project confrontation, he's still a professor of Trauma Surgery, still the successor of Tongji Hospital's Trauma Surgery Department."

"His capability cannot be weakened."

"It's the same for me. It's just that if we don't distinguish high and low between us, either the cake gets split evenly, or we muddle through eating mixed-up big-pot rice together."

"That's not a good thing," Fang Ziye said.

"A province's enterprise will inevitably have different local prices versus out-of-town prices — at least that's how it is in medical devices."

"Volume-based procurement is the same!" Fang Ziye said with resounding force.

Luo Tingzhu watched him grow increasingly mature, increasingly like a middle-aged man who handles affairs with worldly wisdom; she felt some joy, feeling she had found a good reliance — such a boy could definitely protect her.

At the same time, she felt time was a grindstone, which would wear down everyone's edges until smooth, or wear them until sharply defined.

Growth has never been smooth sailing; it is accompanied by abandonment, pain, struggle, melancholy, reluctance...

With the year-end approaching, Fang Ziye still had no fanfare, as if just an ordinary person, continuing to teach the bone defect treatment demonstration class at the sanatorium.

Continuing to do surgeries, continuing to enter the lab, continuing to mesh with the people in the team!

Fang Ziye didn't even return to Han City, nor did he visit Yuan Weihong, who had returned to the country, before the New Year.

Soon, it was New Year...

Because of Luo Tingzhu's arrival, the home was quite lively; Grandpa, Grandma, Uncle, Aunt, maternal grandparents, uncles and aunts, and cousins all took turns coming over to visit relatives.

Today's society isn't as particular as before; for example, not paying visits before the New Year — as long as the older generation is close enough, they can visit relatives before or after the New Year.

During the New Year, Fang Ziye carefully examined his mother Liang Xia's chin; Fang Ziye was afraid she would laugh her jaw joint into dislocation.

Raising his hand, he did a physical check, then said: "Mom, it was close to dislocating. I'm Orthopedics, professional!"

Liang Xia knocked the mischievous Fang Ziye: "Go on, go on, simply no human semblance."

"Tingzhu, you'll have to keep him in line from now on, otherwise he's like a wild monkey." In the rural hometown, many elders' mindset on children's growth is limited to: find a wife to manage him.

Luo Tingzhu also smiled along: "Senior Brother is far more mature than me; it should be him managing me!"

"Auntie, frequent laughing should be in moderation too, otherwise the temporomandibular joint here really tends to dislocate, and the chin won't close." Luo Tingzhu played along in perfect harmony.

This gave Liang Xia a real scare; she hurriedly shut her mouth and went to the mirror.

Fang Ziye, meanwhile, distributed the peeled pumpkin seeds handful by handful evenly to his father Fang Nan, mother Liang Xia, and Luo Tingzhu.

Everyone counted the quantity — thirty-seven seeds per person; the extra two went into Fang Ziye's stomach.

Mainly making sure no one was offended.

Fang Ziye's action looked like a child's; Liang Xia and Fang Nan both found it contemptible, but Luo Tingzhu found it extremely adorable.

After the New Year, Fang Ziye took Luo Tingzhu to start visiting relatives.

There were actually proprieties; the two had no standard engagement ceremony, so they only went to the maternal grandfather's home and the paternal grandfather's home, staying a day each. After seeing the relatives, they announced they planned to hold the wedding next year.

Uncles and elders all knew Luo Tingzhu's family situation, so they didn't ask about her family's arrangements...

Fang Ziye was grown now; there were many things Fang Ziye could help organize. If etiquette required the adults to make an appearance, they would help arrange it.

Being from different provinces originally, the specific etiquette wasn't clear; if they had to find someone to ask, they'd have to arrange in advance to go ask the other side's adults.

This matter, leaving it to Fang Ziye himself was fine.

On the third day of the New Year, Fang Ziye and Luo Tingzhu drove away from the hometown straight for Han City.

Starting the fourth day, Fang Ziye and Luo Tingzhu together visited Teacher Deng, Professor Zeng, and Orthopedics Director Du Xinzhan...

On the afternoon of the sixth day, the two finally took gifts to Yuan Weihong's community.

Not seen for a long time, Yuan Weihong's Mediterranean had receded a few more centimeters.

Arriving home, Xiao Jiu wasn't there, but Teacher's Wife had returned early and was busy in the kitchen preparing dinner.

Luo Tingzhu also changed her address; entering, she went straight into the kitchen: "Teacher's Wife, let me help you!"

Luo Tingzhu also knew Fang Ziye probably had a lot to say to Yuan Weihong.

"Xiao Luo, you rest a bit. Your Master and I already prepared everything in advance; just waiting to stir-fry..."

"Then I'll help wash a few side dishes." Luo Tingzhu smiled and started putting on an apron.

Yuan Weihong indeed had matters to discuss, so he didn't put on any airs of a good family man!

Seeing Fang Ziye had brewed his own tea, he took his own half-cold teacup and headed for the study.

"Ziye, just right. I'm here to give you a heads-up. During our meeting before, didn't I assign tasks?"

"I estimate your side's projects haven't had time to be done yet. Like this: you give those tasks to me. Your Master has already found a few experts who can quickly help me complete the experiments."

"How much did you do?" Yuan Weihong opened the project section assigned to Fang Ziye and asked.

Fang Ziye looked at Yuan Weihong's proactive demeanor and felt no surprise in his heart.

Yuan Weihong was very proud!

He had always been very proud. If conditions permitted, he hoped to mentor Fang Ziye for a longer time, never wanting to give Fang Ziye trouble.

So, he would inevitably complete his own tasks on time, to standard, even ahead of schedule and with increased volume.

Fang Ziye shook his head: "Master, the tasks you arranged for me, I haven't even had time to start a single one yet."

Fang Ziye had copied some tasks from within the research group, but he hadn't collected this data at the first time, because he also had to learn the blank space technique, letting Yuan Weihong have as much participation feeling as possible.

So to speak, the tasks Yuan Weihong arranged for him, he hadn't done a single one; tasks not arranged by him, and not belonging to other people in the research group, Fang Ziye had already started all of them.

Yuan Weihong was stunned for a moment; Fang Ziye's extent of slacking off was even worse than he had anticipated, but Yuan Weihong still shook his head and said: "It's fine, your Master gaining this research project, is just……"

Fang Ziye also didn't waste words, presenting to Yuan Weihong some achievement charts he had already produced, as well as the experimental planning package.

It was a folder, the file size was not small.

Yuan Weihong froze for a moment, looking at the silent Fang Ziye, and opened one of the documents "Osteosarcoma hk2"!

Two documents came out.

"Upstream!"

"Downstream!"

Yuan Weihong glanced at Fang Ziye.

Then continued clicking open upstream.

"mir143-hk2"

"mir125a/b-hk2"

"mir155-hk2"

"mir-216a-5p-hk2"

"mir-185-hk2……"

Twenty-odd in total.

Yuan Weihong felt a bit chaotic before his eyes, his brain as if struck by a thousand-catty heavy hammer, golden stars seeming to dart wildly before his eyes.

Tongue couldn't even straighten to speak: "Ni zhe shi yao si a? (You're courting death?)"

"Xia Noodle ye si? (Yes)"

Fang Ziye nodded: "Master, doing small stuff has no meaning; besides the routine ones, I'm currently doing all of them."

"Take it slowly ba."

Yuan Weihong wasn't a fool; he realized that Fang Ziye was going to conduct a house-raiding-style, extermination-style rolling research on the osteosarcoma and hk2 pathway, on existing mirna.

"You have this much money?" Yuan Weihong asked the key question.

Fang Ziye said: "Old trick repeated, splitting."

"My current funding is free funding; as long as there are article achievements reported, the sanatorium won't say I'm wrong for saving money, nor will it affect other research groups' funding allocation."

After the National Natural Science Foundation funding is split, others would suspect you of embezzlement, but the sanatorium won't.

It also doesn't count as a particularly official research project approval institution; as long as you have achievements, they recognize it.

"Besides what I don't let you do, you just did everything?"

"Do you know how many people you'll rush to death?" Yuan Weihong asked.

Fang Ziye shook his head: "Haven't looked into it; doing research projects doesn't need to understand these, I don't serve as general project or provincial science foundation approval evaluation committee, I haven't even read a single approval document."

"No one can catch me!"

Fang Ziye continued: "Also, Master, we have a natural hk2 knockout animal experiment model to do, workload can be stretched several times!"

Fang Ziye was using a tone of reporting to Yuan Weihong, but to Yuan Weihong's ears, Fang Ziye was brandishing a forty-thousand-plus-kilometer circular broadsword.

Within the hk2 scope, research groups worldwide are all within range.

All of them, don't do this osteosarcoma pathway anymore.

"Then these below?" Yuan Weihong asked again.

"Sugar metabolism." Fang Ziye replied.

Fang Ziye simply wanted to expand the scope even more; osteosarcoma sugar metabolism he also prepared to monopolize.

Yuan Weihong had thought of counterattack methods, but never imagined such an annihilating, destructive, indiscriminate counterattack laid out!

"How much money do you estimate this will cost?" Yuan Weihong wiped his Mediterranean, rubbing off a tuft of hair, too forcefully.

But Yuan Weihong didn't feel pain now either.

"Haven't estimated temporarily."

"Everyone does it this way anyway." Fang Ziye calmly replied.

"How much have you done?" Yuan Weihong asked again.

"Done some, not finished yet; estimated to finish all these, should take several years; hk2 related, five or six months should be about enough." Fang Ziye replied.

"Let's go out……" Yuan Weihong made a gesture of inviting a great Buddha to Fang Ziye, ordering Fang Ziye.

Wandering Jianghu little Stick, the title North Sea One Leaf should be you Fang Ziye ah!

You're the authentic North Sea One Leaf, you're even more arrogant than me!

Yuan Weihong could hardly imagine, Fang Ziye doing it like this, just how many people he would offend!

Not offend either; in the end, how many people would jump up and curse, cursing by day, cursing by night too!

Fang Ziye of course didn't move, just smiling as he looked towards his Person of Gratitude.

Yuan Weihong only then cautiously said: "Won't affect your own development, right?"

Fang Ziye smiled and shrugged his shoulders: "Master, basic research project achievements don't weigh on the body!"

If anyone tells you basic research project achievements are 'freeloader resume', you just directly slap them across the face, no need to think, they're definitely screwing you over!

"Wo qu ni ma!" Yuan Weihong naturally exploded with profanity, but at the second-to-last byte, he stopped his mouth.

Then reached out to soothe, serious face said: "Please forgive your teacher's slip of the tongue!"

Yuan Weihong cursed, but what he sees now isn't his own project completion failure, but the National Natural Science Foundation forcibly planting a Distinguished Young Scholars Fund or 863 such major project on him, the kind he Yuan Weihong cannot refuse.

Han City University, Zhongnan Hospital, research office also won't have anyone agree to him Yuan Weihong retreating in this situation!

Fang Ziye continued with a smile: "Master, this is actually also a demonstrative teaching template that opens a pathway for future tumor research; its significance is far-reaching."

"No matter how the teachers researching this pathway now scold me, my future fellow trainees will be very grateful to me!" Fang Ziye planned far ahead.

Although he didn't know whether these papers would be scolded after publication, they should provide demonstrative teaching for subsequent researchers studying osteosarcoma pathways.

He just didn't know if this could generate Knowledge Points; if it did, at least half of future orthopedics fellow trainees could give Fang Ziye a bit of 'filial piety' that cost them nothing!

Spending a few years doing this kind of thing isn't a loss at all!

Moreover, Fang Ziye had follow-ups — the newly discovered miRNAs unique to osteosarcoma; these could become signature products of osteosarcoma, with extremely far-reaching significance for preoperative diagnosis of osteosarcoma.

If this miRNA is also utilized properly, Fang Ziye could even develop a drug specifically for osteosarcoma chemotherapy!

Once this thing comes out, Fang Ziye doesn't even know if he'll be evaluated by posterity as the Father of Osteosarcoma.

Of course, even without these follow-ups, Fang Ziye scoring a grand slam on the HK2 pathway of osteosarcoma sugar metabolism will absolutely become a milestone in the osteosarcoma research field.

Perhaps not the end, but absolutely the beginning!

"Let's go, out we go! Brother." Yuan Weihong started massaging Fang Ziye's shoulders.

Yuan Weihong did not doubt Fang Ziye's capability.

A fierce man who produced over eighty basic research workloads in four months — if he competed on the same stage with others, whoever came would be a free win, unless Wu Xuanqi could find fifty top-tier players to compete with Fang Ziye together.

Fang Ziye doesn't even need help from others; everyone can go fifty-fifty against him!

No way around it — in the basic research operation domain, Fang Ziye's operation level is simply too strong.

Fang Ziye stopped Yuan Weihong: "Master, don't? Look at the stuff in my other folder; that's the good stuff."

"What?" Yuan Weihong suddenly felt uneasy.

Fang Ziye proactively opened a folder containing some plans and conjectures.

"1. Considerations on the design of a dedicated osteosarcoma culture dish."

"Osteosarcoma belongs to abnormal proliferation of osteophyte; in past osteosarcoma research, it has always been cultured in culture dishes in a non-hard-tumor manner."

"Its simulated ecology is not as good as the native osteosarcoma living environment."

"The ontological body of osteosarcoma belongs to skeletal cells; therefore, it is suggested to transform the osteosarcoma culture dish into a porous culture dish in the form of cancellous bone and cortical bone."

"2. Conjecture on the osteosarcoma and blood supply co-current/counter-current growth mode."

"Background: Well known, tumor growth requires blood supply, but currently regarding tumor growth preference — whether it tends toward the blood supply source end or the blood supply destination end — there is no relevant research; the author conjectures that the comings and goings and direction of blood supply may also affect tumor growth and transplantation; therefore, the following research protocol was designed……"

"Using self-circulating culture fluid to simulate human-state blood, through different osteosarcoma tumor cell lines, verify the 'blood-facing' growth and 'blood-sending' growth modes of osteosarcoma in the human body; this may have certain guiding significance for the interventional keynote of clinical tumor treatment."

"3……"

Yuan Weihong didn't look further; he just gave his own Mediterranean bald spot a ruthless slap!

Bang— a sound, crisp like a watermelon.

"Fang Ziye, what on earth are you?"

"The existing basic experiment instruments and experiment steps aren't enough for you to play with anymore?" Yuan Weihong asked.

Well known, to do a good job one must first sharpen one's tools.

The development of mechanization first relied on energy extraction and transformation.

Breakthroughs in new basic research theories inevitably require new theories and new instrument interventions.

Fang Ziye, on the other hand, finds existing research methods insufficient for his swelling ambition; he wants to improve some basic research instruments, create original experiment methods, and give more standard answers for some tumor metastasis and invasiveness.

Fang Ziye watched Yuan Weihong knock his head like a melon, felt a bit of heartache, reached out and touched it: "Does it hurt, Master?"

Yuan Weihong clenched his fist, looking at Fang Ziye who was laughing at him, his eyes already gesturing the impulse to strangle Fang Ziye to death!

This teacher of his has too little teacherly demeanor.

Mainly, who can stay calm in front of you, Fang Ziye?

Fang Ziye's ideas aren't Jie Han's ideas — they all have traces to follow; this is truly something that can be made to work.

One can imagine, future orthopedics basic research can break away from universal basic research steps, having its own exclusive instruments — how "noble" a thing is that?

Well known, the more fundamental something is, the harder it is to shake……

Fang Ziye hurriedly closed his folder: "Master, let's not look anymore, let's go out! ~"

Fang Ziye felt that if he showed Yuan Weihong more things, he might gain one more Master with a broken 'brain'.

Yuan Weihong is this decisive and neat when he moves his hands on himself too?

Fang Ziye pulled out the USB drive, looking proper and harmless at Yuan Weihong, gaze calm, like an ancient well without ripples.

Sitting steady on the Fishing Terrace, never panicking.

"Creating karma! ~"

"Fang Ziye, you are creating karma! ~" Yuan Weihong pointed at Fang Ziye, his mouth corner starting to tremble.

Fang Ziye patted Yuan Weihong's shoulder: "Master, lower your voice; if it gets louder, Madam and Tingzhu will hear."

"These things, I've only shown you; an Outstanding Youth Fund project completion is so boring?"

"Let's not just think about project completion; let's push for a Distinguished Youth Fund project, first set a small goal, get a Young Yangtze River Scholar……"

……

Yuan Weihong and Fang Ziye the two came out of the Study.

After coming out, Fang Ziye noticed Yuan Weihong's forehead was a bit red; that slap just now probably used at least seven or eight parts strength.

The two very tacitly neither mentioned the matter just now, instead chatting and laughing about Fang Ziye and Luo Tingzhu's marriage.

Yuan Weihong lit a cigarette.

The lighter sound had just rung when Madam came out of the Kitchen brandishing a knife.

"Xiao Jiu isn't here, Ziye doesn't mind, Tingzhu, you don't mind either, right?" Yuan Weihong's survival instinct was strong.

Hearing this, Madam slowly turned back, still giving Yuan Weihong plenty of face.

During the meal, Yuan Weihong was not panicked at all, even leading Fang Ziye to drink a bit of liquor.

When drinking, Yuan Weihong sang two lines, a complete departure from his normal state.

"Seemingly a pair of mandarin duck butterflies..."

"What are you going crazy for?" Master kicked Yuan Weihong.

Yuan Weihong was extremely arrogant: "Happy, joyful, blissful, perfect, time is peaceful and good! ~"

Master and Luo Tingzhu both looked at Fang Ziye, especially Master's gaze, which became a bit playful.

Fang Ziye and Luo Tingzhu were both not drunk, but Yuan Weihong got himself drunk.

However, Yuan Weihong's conduct when drunk was very good; once drunk he just fell sound asleep.

The car was left at the community where Master lives, Luo Tingzhu said: "Senior Brother, what exactly did you show Yuan Lao? How did he lose his composure like this?"

Fang Ziye turned his head to glance at Luo Tingzhu: "Secret."

"Secret weapon."

"Even I can't be told?" Luo Tingzhu pouted, both eyes full of expectation.

"Can be told, but it's a long story, let's talk slowly after we get back." Fang Ziye said.

Luo Tingzhu also felt the car wasn't a good environment for private talk.

That night, Luo Tingzhu and Fang Ziye had a late-night snack, sitting on the balcony at home, candles lit, Fang Ziye poured himself some red wine, Luo Tingzhu also drank roughly one or two liang.

Both faces flushed red.

The barbecue and malatang on the table were a mess of remnants, but neither of them packed up, instead sitting on the balcony sofa, snuggling together watching Han City's night view.

Luo Tingzhu's voice was clearer, she leaned on Fang Ziye's shoulder: "Senior Brother, I've worked very hard, I feel I'm slightly more excellent than my peers, yet I still can't help you."

"You can help."

"Your voice sounds good, you look good too..."

Luo Tingzhu said: "Then wouldn't I become a vase?"

"In your specialty, your technical attainment is not low, I can't compare to you, right?" Fang Ziye said.

"Senior Brother, actually the years are beautiful, more beautiful than poetry." Luo Tingzhu's murmurs mixed with emotion.

Fang Ziye's appearance wove a reliable beautiful dream for her.

Luo Tingzhu was glad to have walked the beginning with Fang Ziye, rather than meeting by chance midway.

(Chapter End)