20 years of restarting life

Chapter 2861 Qin Xiaolu and Zeng Hao's College Life

On a clear blue sky covered with snow, Qin Xiaolu stood in front of him with a beautiful smile, wearing light pink cotton velvet pajamas that were clean and new.

Her pretty face, which was whiter and brighter than snow, her long black hair, and even the large and small boils on her skin, all looked so pure, clean, naughty and cute under the filtering of sunlight and snow.

And that pink little mouth, with dimples that appear when she smiles.

Looking at Zhao Changan, I wanted to lick him, because I heard that saliva can kill bacteria and reduce inflammation.

But who could have imagined that such a pure, clean, flawless, dust-free body that could be admired from afar but not touched, was so generous and satisfying to Zhao Changan last night, who generously filled her little belly with liquid.

After this incident, Qin Xiaolu realized that as human beings, most people don't understand, don't have the opportunity or have never experienced it. It made her truly understand that the happiness and joy of being a woman is not just about food, drink, travel, money, power, jewelry, gold and jade, these vulgar things.

Instead, they bravely shoulder the responsibility of reproducing and continuing the human race. At the same time, in the process, they also deeply experience an extreme satisfaction, joy, catharsis and great happiness.

This is the highest level of unity of knowledge and action.

Regarding this matter, although Zhao Changan couldn't help but feel that he was really despicable, but given the situation last night, if it were any other man, he would definitely make the same mistake that any normal man would make.

He decided to forget the absurdity of last night and get his communication with Qin Xiaolu back on track.

Zhao Changan took out a cigarette and handed it to Qin Xiaolu with a smile on his face, a smile that showed that of an ordinary colleague and a good friend.

But she smiled and waved her hand and said, "I've quit smoking."

Then he added, "I've also quit drinking, smoking, drinking and staying up late. It's easy to get boils on my face, and my endocrine system is out of balance. I need to have a regular routine in the future. I'm not saying I have an endocrine system disorder. I'm very punctual with my 21-day cycle. If nothing goes wrong, I'll ovulate on the st of next month."

  Zhao Changan remembered that she was smoking and drinking and staying up late last night. How could she have changed so much after just one night?

I feel in my heart that this sudden change in him or her is not a good idea.

However, before he could finish his words, Qin Xiaolu said, "Christmas is a Western holiday, and our holiday is the Spring Festival. They are unrelated. Zeng Hao and I have already entertained you. What are you going to do after breakfast? I don't think there is anything for you to do. I have to go back to the company."

"You're going back to Irvine?"

Zhao Changan was a little surprised: "Although Christmas is not our holiday, we should follow the local customs. Today, everyone except those on duty has a holiday, so why not take a few more days off."

Qin Xiaolu chuckled, her big eyes charming, bold and a little naughty as she looked at Zhao Changan and whispered, "I have to take care of the baby~"

Zhao Changan felt a little embarrassed after hearing this, and his eyes avoided slightly, looking quite ashamed.

After all, he was rampaging in someone else's house last night, and if he told others about it, his reputation would be ruined. "Haha~, you really know how to pretend to be an innocent boy, Mr. Zhao, but take off your pants and compare them, they are really bigger than anyone else's."

Qin Xiaolu saw through Zhao Changan's disguise at a glance and pointed it out: "If you were a cook and met an ancient master who wanted to eat the famous dish of the Three Qins, the stubborn donkey's bray called money meat, and there was really no donkey, you could cut it into pieces, steam it, sprinkle it with sesame oil, scallions, millet peppers, and make it look real."

"You've seen a lot of them, you act like you're well-read, but in fact you've only seen Zeng Hao's."

Zhao Changan wanted to say that it was his, and Qin Xiaolu had only sensed it with her hands and mouth, but had never seen it with her own eyes.

Qin Xiaolu smiled disdainfully: "Do you know what I studied in college? Clinical medicine. I specialized in cutting and peeling the skin into sections and preserving them in formalin. When I was a senior, I was sent abroad on this basis because of my excellent grades. But when I arrived abroad, I felt that since that time, I felt that studying medicine was not a serious matter. All weak and ignorant citizens, no matter how strong their physiques are, can only be used as meaningless materials for public display and spectators. So I want to develop the country through science and technology, and study computer science. Haha, in fact, when I return to China as a doctor and work in a large hospital, if I don't accept red envelopes, my salary is even lower than that of the people selling eight-treasure porridge, soy milk, egg-filled pancakes, tea and eggs at the hospital gate. But with computers, you don't have to go against your conscience to accept red envelopes, and of course there are no red envelopes to accept, and you can make a lot of money."

"You're making a big turn!"

"Now you can understand better why he decided to end his generation. He studied genetics at a medical university in his freshman and sophomore years. He dropped out in the second semester of his sophomore year, repeated the college entrance examination, and was admitted to the University of Electronic Science and Technology. I didn't think too much about it at the time, but now I understand that he found that there was no solution at all, at least not in a very long time, with the advancement of technology. His ideal was the brain-computer interface, until the brain in a vat. At least these two technologies may be realized in our generation in the future."

Qin Xiaolu puffed out her chest with a little pride and said, "Although the Wachowski sisters' The Matrix was first drafted before 94, Zeng Hao had actually been thinking about the brain in a vat problem before that. Once when we were intimate, he even said that maybe we were just two pieces of code, with a small byte of associated excitement code inserted into us at the same time, which was essentially the electrical pulses of two brains in a vat."

"What did you think at that time?"

Zhao Changan couldn't help but be a little surprised. He didn't expect that Qin Xiaolu gave up medicine to study computer science, and Zeng Hao also gave up medicine to study computer science.

Qin Xiaolu's reason was money, while Zeng Hao actually thought of more advanced future technological thinking when he encountered difficulties that could not be solved in DNA biology.

At this time, his ears moved, and he squatted down and picked up the sleeping bag that he had turned over, turned it inside out to reveal a large area of ​​dried water stains and mottled surface, and then turned it back slowly.

Then spread the sleeping bag on the clean terrazzo balcony floor, use your elbows to press and push out the air inside, fold it up like a quilt, and fasten the buttons with straps.

After doing this, I disassembled the frame of the small tent and prepared to fold it into a small piece for easy stacking.

Qin Xiaolu looked at the dried and mottled water stains on the gray-green face inside the sleeping bag. Her pretty face couldn't help but turn a little red, and she even felt a warm current flowing through her body.

I asked a little shyly: "Why do you fold them so well? These are all disposable. I will take them to the diesel stove and burn them as heat."

"Whether to burn or not is your business, and whether to fold or not is my cultivation. As a company boss, I always remind myself to be a good role model and standard in front of my subordinates. Without a circle, there is no car, and without rules, there is no square."

Zhao Changan seemed to be thinking about something. He asked another question, which Qin Xiaolu had not answered just now: "When Zeng Hao mentioned the idea of ​​the brain in a vat and the byte code, what did you think, or how did you respond to him?"