The dinner that day was very simple, and Karan found that Xiovir had almost nothing to eat.

She played with Alice for a while and put her to sleep around nine o'clock.

Alice is a very worrying child - she is not afraid of strangers and smiles at everyone; she is very affectionate, but not too clingy, and rarely makes any noise even when left alone, unless she is unwell. She is like a child in an old castle.

Wild vines grow wildly like wild vines, and they may bloom, or they may wither quickly.

When Karan thought about the possibility of losing her, he didn't dare to stay with her for too long.

If you are an ordinary mother, you may race against time to enjoy the time with your children.

"Do you think I'm cold-blooded?" Karan asked Siovel while lying behind the sofa.

He looked up from the page: "You?"

"...I don't want to get along with Alice." After Karan finished speaking, both of them fell into silence. After a while, Karan said again, "If you hadn't brought me here by force, I might not have been here for several months.

Will mention visiting her."

Karan didn't need Xiovir's answer.

She continued.

"It's very happy to get along with her. It's painful, but also very happy."

"I don't know if you understand what I mean."

“If I raised a pig just to eat its meat, I wouldn’t give it a name. If I raised a dog and I knew it would die in a few years, I wouldn’t play Frisbee with it.

Raising children is a completely different thing. But Alice made me feel a similar fear, and I didn't want to have a close relationship with her..."

Siovel raised his hand and touched her chin. He hooked his fingers lightly. Karan turned his head to avoid it, not in the mood to flirt with him.

"You think too highly of yourself." Xiovel said calmly, "You are still not 'cold-blooded'."

Karan is actually a very gentle child.

She is afraid of losing Alice.

Alice is also afraid of losing her.

She knew that if she and Alice were too close, no matter who died in the future, the other person would be in unbearable pain.

Therefore, whether it is to protect her own emotions or to save Alice from suffering the pain of losing her mother, Karan does not want to be too close to Alice. In the future, once she dies, it will only be a loss to Alice.

Instead of her beloved mother, she had a woman who occasionally visited her.

"You won't lose her." Siovel raised his hand, pressed it on the back of Karan's neck, and kissed her lips gently.

Her lips were a little dry, Siovel's Adam's apple moved slightly, and he stretched out his tongue to wet her.

"Xiovir..." Karan stared into his eyes.

Even at such a distance, the blue in his eyes was flawless.

They kissed cautiously, gradually relieving the anxiety, but after a few minutes, they were still not satisfied. Siouville felt that this kiss could last a lifetime - if Mrs. Nashley did not suddenly burst into the living room.

He quickly separated from Karan and picked up the book that fell on the ground, pretending to be looking for the bookmark.

Karan looked awkwardly at Mrs. Nashley, who was wearing black gauze.

The latter just accused Siovel coldly: "You know there is only one maid in the castle, right? You can't just change the sofa cover once a week when you come here."

Karan understood her hint and was so ashamed that he felt like burning with shame.

"We don't have...ma'am..."

Mrs. Nashley raised her eyebrows, looked at Siovel suspiciously, then took a can of black tea from the cabinet and left.

"You can light up the fireplace and don't catch a cold like last time."

As soon as she left, Karan got into the bedroom without looking back.

Xiovel rubbed his eyebrows and closed the book.

The next day, because Xiovel made an appointment to meet someone, they rushed back to the capital early.

He will be very busy next time.

Karan tried to numb her emotions through busy studies. She devoted herself to the new semester and new courses. Because of the attack, Constance no longer invited her to participate in club activities frequently. She had more time at her disposal, so she studied

Efficiency has improved by leaps and bounds.

Soon after, Karan received a reply from a journal and the paper passed the preliminary review.

She shared the news with Dr. Feynman, who was very happy for her and made another request that surprised Callan.

"Do you know the publishing house of our school?" Dr. Feynman asked.

"Yes." Karan sat opposite him upright, "We have many textbooks that are self-published."

Dr. Feynman took out a proposal book with a white cover: "Well, now Capital University Press is going to publish a set of popular science books, and I am participating in the writing on behalf of the medical school, but..."

But he has several projects in hand and is overwhelmed with time.

Karan hesitated: "Maybe your graduate students and doctoral students can share the worries?"

"They also have to assist me in completing the project work. I am considering breaking down the task and assigning it to you and a few other graduate students who are not too busy." Dr. Feynman touched her worried look and immediately explained, "This job has

The royalties will be paid, but your signature will not be included. You can choose not to do it, I am just suggesting it."

Karan asked cautiously: "Can I see the plan first?"

"Of course." Feynman gave her a copy of the plan, "I will send the electronic version to your email later. Popular science readings do not require too much theoretical knowledge, as long as they are written correctly and interestingly, I think you can do it.

.And it doesn’t matter if there are mistakes, I and several other professors from the medical school will review the manuscript.”

"I still feel..." Karan hesitated.

"Let's take a look at the plan first and give me an answer over the weekend."

After leaving Dr. Feynman's office, Callan passed by the laboratory again.

It was full of busy graduate students, and they didn't even have time to breathe.

Because the door of Feynman's office is open to the laboratory, every move they make can be seen clearly. Last time, someone got up to go to the toilet and came back in less than two minutes. Feynman even walked to his desk to ask him

What are you going for?

The atmosphere here is comparable to a concentration camp.

Karan felt that if he had the opportunity to go to graduate school and chose Feynman as his mentor, he might be squeezed in this way.

But Feynman does have a high reputation in the medical community. His professionalism is beyond doubt. His laboratory has the most cutting-edge technologies and equipment in the world. The patents obtained by the laboratory in recent years have brought countless wealth.

He is considered a signature of the Capital University School of Medicine. Apart from those old professors who are at the antique level, he has the highest status.

After Karan walked through the laboratory, he sighed again.

It’s too far to think about this now. Let’s first think about how to reject or accept popular science books.

She rushed home and read the plan. She felt that the work was a bit trivial and she was already writing a rejection email.

At this time, she received Feynman's task breakdown list.

Feynman said that she could choose one of the parts to write, which would be about 20,000 words, and she would be paid 16,000.

This is almost the living expenses of an average student for one semester.

And it's paid in cash.

Who doesn’t want to add some income to his or her coffers?

Karan deleted the email he wrote and replied again.

"Thank you very much for the opportunity. I think I can be responsible for writing the article "Prevention and Control of Epidemic Diseases."

Saving money behind Siovel's back was dangerous, but Karan still hoped to have some discretionary savings.

Over the weekend, she met in the library with several of Dr. Feynman's other graduate students.

Everyone got the outline provided by Feynman.

One of the girls, who looked very capable, said: "I will write the preface, and please everyone move closer to my language style. It doesn't matter if you can't do it, I will complete the final planning and polishing."

Another person whispered to Karan: "She is studying for a master's degree in literature and a master's degree in medicine."

"Double major?" Karan asked doubtfully.

"Yes, are you a sophomore? You can apply now, so hurry up." The man seemed to find it strange. He looked Karan up and down, "Dr. Feynman is really in short supply recently. Even undergraduates

Everyone has been called over."

Karan left the contact information of these graduate students and obtained a lot of double degree information from them. She found that she was completely unable to do this because she was not admitted normally.

She could only study and write with peace of mind.

One night, Constance found her in the library and tried to bury the hatchet.

"You haven't participated in club activities for a while." He sat across the table from her, keeping a polite distance.

"Sorry, I have a lot of things going on lately." Karan smiled gently.

Constance looked at the book in her hand uneasily - it was about disease prevention and control. Have they studied this recently?
To be continued...