When facing him, Cao Feng seemed to have no determination. Duan Yuche heard the movement and turned to see him awake and walked towards him: "Are you hungry? Let's go out for dinner?"

"Hungry." Cao Feng didn't say a word of nonsense. He hugged him to his legs, picked up the hem of his shirt with both hands and put it in. There was only a thin layer of pajama cloth between the two, and his body temperature penetrated each other and instantly rose.

When Duan Yuche sat on his lap, he felt that his shirt was curled to his collarbone. Cao Feng hugged his waist and lowered him flat. There was something very intense in his dark eyes.

Not long after, the doorbell sounded.

Cao Feng's movement paused, Duan Yuche's cheeks were dyed with a faint red color, and the beads of sweat between his hair slid downwards, and he didn't dare to make too loud noises, and whispered: "Someone knocked on the door..."

"I heard it."

Cao Feng didn't plan to pay attention. He was covered with a quilt, and it was still moving gently underneath. The doorbell rang again, and a voice came from outside: "Professor Xiao Cao? Professor Xiao Cao, are you here?" It was a professor living in the room next to Cao Feng. He just informed the group that he would go to a nearby restaurant to have dinner together later. Some people had not gotten up yet, so the group leader asked each other to notify each other.

"Strange, isn't there anyone?" The professor just heard a noise in the room next door, as if he was hitting the wall, which was quite intense, but after a few hits, he stopped talking. Seeing that no one was paying attention, the professor was a little confused. He thought Cao Feng had gone out, so he stood for a while and left, and then tagged him in the group: "Professor Cao, where are you? Get together in the hotel lobby at 8 o'clock and go for dinner together!"

Cao Feng looked at the time, and there was still half an hour left. He felt that he could not catch up, so he took the time to reply: "I have something to do, so everyone doesn't have to wait for me to eat."

When the delegation came back after dinner, they ran into Professor Cao and his interns who had just got out of the elevator. Cao Feng caught a glimpse of them and put his hands off his brother's head. I wonder if anyone had seen him touching Duan Yuche's head.

When a professor saw him, he asked if he had eaten or not. Cao Feng replied: "I just revised the report I had to use for two days in the room, but I didn't have time to come out."

"There is a Western restaurant nearby. We just came back from eating. It's quite a slaughtering person. It's not delicious. Don't go."

Cao Feng responded concisely and went out with Duan Yuche.

The delegation members couldn't help but feel that Professor Cao was really a bit unhealthy. In other words, he was not in the same way. He was even more indifferent than other people in the group doing physics research. He didn't even go to dinner together. It was no wonder that others were invited to participate in APS for academic reports at such a young age. However, everyone agreed that people with a personality like him could only be scholars and could not do other major things.

It was dark early in winter, and it was actually very late at this time. As soon as I went out, Cao Feng reached out again and rubbed his head: "Does it still hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt, no need to rub it."

Duan Yuche was not careful when he was just tossing, and his head hit the head of the bed. He thought he didn't know, but in fact he didn't feel much. But the second time, Cao Feng grabbed his legs and dragged him down, and hit his head again, but hit his warm palm.

In fact, his head was already far away from the bed and could not hit him no matter how hard he was. It was just that Cao Feng's palm was always placed on top of his head.

This was Cao Feng's first time going abroad. He was walking on the street with a full-charge camera while taking photos and videos. Duan Yuche was the first time to come to this city, but his college classmates came to Berkeley to work. Duan Yuche asked several restaurants from his classmates. Although he knew it was definitely not very good, he still planned to take Cao Feng to try it.

I took a taxi and walked back. It was clear that the street was cold and it was windy and snowy, but they didn't know the cold, so they held hands and walked on the streets of the United States on a winter night.

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Although there is no need to give a report, Cao Feng still has to go to the conference. Moreover, such academic conferences cannot be brought in. When attending the conference, Cao Feng could only entrust Duan Yuche to the people of the overseas recruitment delegation. Several famous domestic schools set up university talent recruitment booths outside the conference hall. Academician of Physics and Changjiang scholars attended the scene. Duan Yuche quietly shrank in the corner, put a cup of latte on the table, and typing on the keyboard with a thin laptop.

Book Editor: "Is Cat here?"

Tom, who knows how to puzzle, replied: "Well, what's the matter."

"Tom Cat who knows how to puzzles" is a pseudonym that Duan Yuche gave him casually. He has played Tom Cat's mobile game and found it very interesting. He did not think carefully about it when naming it because he thought that his book would be unsold.

The travel notes of "The Cat's Journey" were launched a few months ago. Unexpectedly, the sales volume was unexpectedly good. The market for travel media was not big. In recent years, all the books that could be sold are under the name of xx travel notes, which are actually texts selling chicken soup. There are few such travel notes that are purely just for the sake of leaving. Because the sales volume is still acceptable, the book editor knew that he still had untied travel diaries and photos, so he specially urged him to quickly sort them out and reprint them together in the second volume.

Although the royalties are very small, Duan Yuche still patiently chats with the editor.

Book Editor: "Can I submit my manuscript next month?"

It took Tom Cat only two or three months to submit the manuscript last time, and the manuscript was unexpectedly perfect.

Tom Cat who knows how to puzzle: "Not next month, I will get married in a few days and I will have a honeymoon."

Book Editor: "Oh Oh."

Book Editor: "Congratulations on the wedding!! [Rose] is not in a hurry to submit the manuscript"

Tom Cat who knows how to puzzle: "Muma."

This is the Internet term he learned this year. He has already used it very skillfully. However, every time he sent it to Cao Feng, Cao Feng would be a little shy and replied to him: "I want you to kiss me."

Duan Yuche sat in the venue for a while. The female minister of the school’s human resources department came to rest. Seeing that he was hitting and hitting, they were all in English. He thought he was writing a paper on Higgs particles, so he asked him: “How long have you been following Professor Cao?”

Duan Yuche didn't expect someone to come and pay attention to him and raised his head: "It's been many years."

"See you are very close," the minister sat down. "Is he very strict with you and still rushing to paper?"

Duan Yuche shook his head: "It's not strict, it's quite gentle." He wrote the manuscript step by step, and even hugged it on his legs.

"Haha, I can't tell it," the minister felt that the adjective was a bit irrelevant to Cao Feng, and he was somewhat suspicious, "I wonder if Professor Cao got married?"

"...I'm getting married." Duan Yuche glanced at her finger holding a mug, and there was a ring mark on the ring finger. She probably wore a wedding ring all year round, but she took it off recently.

Even the divorced woman was trying to beat Cao Feng. It seemed that she should ask Cao Feng to put the ring on quickly, so that people would always wonder if he was still alone.

Cao Feng had to go to several venues for the meeting. One event today and one tomorrow. He thought he could not miss it. At first, he went on time, but he simply stopped going there. Anyway, it had nothing to do with his research field. Instead, he stopped meetings and went to famous attractions in Boston with his younger brother. After visiting Harvard, he went to mit, then shopped and bought clothes. He wanted to go to the sea to watch whales, but the winter on the East Coast was too cold and it was not a good season to go to sea. Then he went to the Boston Art Museum in Massachusetts and closed. It was already dark.

After dinner, he came out of the Michelin restaurant like a stove. Duan Yuche complained that the Americans were not creative in cooking and were not delicious. They didn't finish their meals just now. When they paid the bill and left, the waiter asked in particular doubt whether they really didn't eat them anymore. He seemed to be wondering why someone could only touch a small mouthful of such delicious food.

Duan Yuche explained that they came from Korea and liked to eat kimchi.

The second time was to find an Italian restaurant again. When Duan Yuche was a child, he often ate pasta made by Victor's mother. He was quite well received and had enough food and drink. After coming out of the restaurant, he met a small shop selling desserts at the intersection of the street. The store was very small and there were people queuing up inside. Duan Yuche asked him if he wanted ice cream. Cao Feng nodded, and he went in to buy it.

Cao Feng stood outside the store, watching him order food through the glass door, and there was a very familiar picture. At that time, he was wearing a school uniform, white sneakers and sports socks, and was a few centimeters short, but his face had not changed much. It was still like the first meeting, deeply engraved in Cao Feng's heart.

The glass window shows his appearance at the moment, wearing a brand new beige cashmere coat. It was chosen by my younger brother to visit the mall two days ago. It fits very well and his hair is neatly and cleanly repaired.

Soon, Duan Yuche took an ice cream in one hand and handed it to Cao Feng: "Hey, I bought you two pies." He saw that Cao Feng was not very adaptable to the taste here and was not used to eating Italian food, so he knew that he must be not full.

Cao Feng took it and looked back again. On the other side of the brightly lit glass window, the traces of time were quickly flowing. The clean-haired boy handed him a pack of tissues and a few change coins to another person who had long disappeared.

That year, Cao Feng, a young man who had just come out of the mountains and was wearing a cloth jacket and was dirty like a beggar, never expected that he could hold his hand now.
Chapter completed!