meaning of aurora

Chapter 42 Radio Allergies
Mengxinzhi is a typical milk muscle.

The hands are like catkins, and the skin is like fat.

On weekdays, it is white and shining.

The whole arm is as smooth as white porcelain.

Correspondingly.

The more people have such skin, the easier it is to get red when touched lightly.

When encountering people like Nie Guangyi who go to the gym every day to push their weights hard, it's not just whether they are popular or not, but a constant problem.

Meng Xinzhi almost couldn't hold back his exclamation, and Nie Guangyi, who was overly nervous, still didn't feel it.

Meng Xinzhi twitched her hand, but couldn't take it away.

I had no choice but to resist the urge to cry, and gently pushed Nie Guangyi: "Can... let go of my hand first?"

Nie Guangyi's brain carried all his auditory cells, rushed out of the plane early, and dangled in the sky.

He is ignorant, and none of the three souls and seven souls of the whole person are still staying in the body.

Meng Xinzhi's eyes turned red unconsciously.

Tears rolled in the eyes.

Nie Guangyi's grasping method was something she couldn't bear even if she wanted to.

A tear dripped onto the back of Nie Guangyi's hand with warm body temperature.

Nie Guangyi, who was unconscious in the face of the voice, was extremely sensitive to this tear.

He looked at the back of his hand in panic.

He has experienced the drop of the oxygen mask, but has not experienced the direct spray of water from the plane.

What kind of emergency is this?
Is it on fire?
The plane has been sprayed with water, can it land safely at the Rome airport?
Are we going to return or make an emergency landing now?
In such a short moment, many thoughts flashed through Nie Guangyi's mind.

this second.

Nie Guangyi's biggest regret is why he didn't open the letter that Professor Nie wrote to him before boarding the plane.

If it was opened before boarding the plane, he would definitely not get on the plane, let alone crash on the plane.

What's more, I won't meet someone I know on the plane and let him lose face from China to Europe.

Nani?Why is this important?

Nie Guangyi suddenly had an epiphany, what is a face at this moment?

Still at this second.

Nie Guangyi finally saw clearly that what he was caught in was not the handrail that was too tactile, but an arm with a slender hand.

Nie Guangyi let go reflexively.

He is not a hand controler, why would he grab someone else's hand on the plane for no apparent reason?

Is it because I don't have hands?
Is it because the left hand can't hold the right hand?
Is it because the right hand can't sleepwalk by itself...

That's right!His hands were indeed sleepwalking by themselves!

Nie Guangyi knew very well that his brain never gave his right hand the command to arrest someone.

Seeing the red arm of the girl caught by him, Nie Guangyi's expression froze for a moment.

There are many voices in his heart asking questions:
【What did I do just now? 】

[Can I refuse to admit that it is my right hand? 】

[Can I apply for a temporary waiver of ownership of my right hand? 】

Without the confinement, Meng Xinzhi withdrew her left hand to check.

Five extremely bright red finger prints appeared on her arm.

It is impossible for this degree of redness to fade away directly.

From red to purple, it's just a matter of time.

It takes at least a week or more from purple to recovery.

Before I got off the plane and started studying abroad, I got a hand injury first.

It was the first time that Meng Xin was treated in such a rough way.

She wiped away her tears, wondering why she came here today to relieve the siege.

Nie Guangyi also panicked—he was already panicked.

But the panic of flying, and the panic at this time, are completely different.

Nie Guangyi doesn't like girls crying very much.

Especially the ones who cry and whimper.

It's not so much crying, it's better to say it's acting like a baby in disguise.

Why can't you speak well if you have something to say?
What kind of brain circuit is crying and acting like a baby?

Nie Guangyi didn't want to be so absolute, but he couldn't control his emotions.

No matter how good-looking or not, as long as you cry in front of him, it will disgust him.

When the brain takes the auditory cells straight to the sky, it may also take away his aesthetics.

He actually felt that the girl beside him was crying very special.

Especially to have a worrying feeling.

How to describe this feeling?
A sprig of pear blossoms in the spring with rain, tears in the eyes of the flower and the flower is silent - but seeing the wet tears, I don't know who I hate.

Meng Xinzhi just sat so quietly, Nie Guangyi shivered immediately when he saw it.

He has already caught the girl like this, and it's too late to apologize, but he still has the face to think [I don't know who I hate].

When did the young master change his name to 【Who】?

"I...I..." Nie Guangyi struggled to organize his words. It took several seconds for [I] to figure out how to explain to Meng Xinzhi: "I'm allergic to the radio on the plane."

Following the classical allergy, Nie Guangyi has a unique allergen, the only one in the world.

Mengxin is noncommittal.

What she was thinking in her heart now was whether to change her position with the security officer.

Nie Guangyi reached out and pressed the call bell.

"Mr. Nie, may I help you?"

The flight attendant who had just closed the curtain between the business class and the operating room and sat down asked Nie Guangyi.

The flight attendant was sitting in his seat at this time.

Her position is in the opposite direction to that of the passengers on the plane.

And because Nie Guangyi and Meng Xinzhi were sitting in the middle of the first row.

Even if the stewardess is sitting, she can immediately relieve Nie Guangyi's need to ring the service bell.

"Bring me some ice cubes." Nie Guangyi said mechanically.

"Okay, Mr. Nie." The flight attendant replied with a professional smile, "But the plane is turbulent right now. I will not be able to provide service to you until the captain cancels the turbulence warning."

The flight attendant talking to Nie Guangyi is the chief purser of this flight.

He is also the owner of that gentle and sweet voice in the continuous bumping radio.

Nie Jifei had already formed a conditioned reflex to this voice.

As long as you hear it, you should be so nervous that you can't help yourself, and you should be so worried that you can't breathe.

It's weird now.

Not only did he have no conditioned reflexes, but he even thought about asking, "How long will this turbulence take?"

"It shouldn't be too long, Mr. Nie. I'll take it for you when the indicator light for fastening your seat belt goes off."

It is one of the service standards of business class to directly bring the passenger's surname in the salutation.

This is true for almost all airlines.

It is much more universal than services such as changing slippers for flight attendants.

Nie Guangyi looked up at the seat belt light.

That look, that posture, are much more earnest than the urgent person who is in a hurry to go to the toilet.

Time passed like this one second or two seconds, and the plane continued to turbulent in the high air flow.

Although not violent, it can be regarded as obvious.

The allergic man, whose fear of flying index was full, had no obvious reaction other than staring at the indicator light without distraction.

Very strange.

After at least seven or eight minutes, the purser finally stood up from his seat.

The "protective curtain" between the operating room and the business class was closed again, and then, a glass of ice cubes was brought over to Nie Guangyi.

"I don't want a cup, I need a bag." Nie Guangyi and the purser said.

"Ice in a bag? Does Mr. Nie need ice packs? We have ice packs on the plane. Would you like to bring you two?"

"Thank you. Sorry for the trouble." Nie Guangyi was so normal and polite.

The ice packs are brought.

Naturally, it is for girls.

The culprit who hurt the girl didn't know how to speak.

Nie Guangyi held an ice pack in his left hand and another in his right hand.

Like holding a bronze square tripod with a human face pattern, hand it centimeter by centimeter towards Meng Xinzhi's arm.

He wanted to say something, but the language function chose to run away from home.

Good adult function, why run away from home?
Do you really think that the language function of a genius will always only stay at the age of three?
Nie Tiancai, who was able to memorize 500 English words at the age of three, could not agree with this interpretation at all.

"Young lady just talked about the drink stall next to Wang Yuan's house, where there are three types of drinks, cold water mung beans, ice and snow cold yuanzi, sugar mung bean licorice ice and snow cold water, the cold and ice here are all cold drinks? "

It has been at least 10 minutes since Nie Guangyi grabbed hold of him.

Meng Xinzhi's emotions have already calmed down.

The chairs in the business class of large planes can lie flat, and Meng Xinzhi is about to flatten the chairs and lie down.

The way Nie Guangyi asked the question was a bit childish.

Meng Xinzhi couldn't help thinking of a hundred thousand [sisters and sisters].

As soon as she came to study abroad, little Ah Yi had so many questions, and she didn't know who to turn to every day.

Meng Xinzhi suddenly felt a little soft-hearted.

But only a little bit.

She still decided to lie down and "save her life".

"Girl, if these are cold drinks, does that mean that ice was already a very common thing in the Northern Song Dynasty?"

"Miss, do you know when ice was first used in ancient my country?"

"Miss, do you know how ice was made in ancient my country?"

"Girl, would ancient people use ice compresses if they were injured somewhere?"

"Do you want to try it, girl? This kind of ice pack should not exist in ancient times, right?"

Nie Guangyi finally handed over the two ice packs in his hand.

"..."

Nie Jifei suddenly turned into Nie Huabao.

Meng Xinzhi was originally very angry.

Inexplicably got scratched, not even an apology.

Looking at the two ice packs that were handed over with a little trembling, I felt a little out of breath.

She reached out to take one, and Nie Guangyi held the one he was holding with his hand, and placed it under Meng Xinzhi's arm.

Meng Xinzhi is not the kind who clings to other people's problems.

Now it seems that this powerful [One Hundred Thousand Whys] did not mean to hurt her.

Meng Xinzhi thought about it and was relieved.

After all, apart from Hong, there is no other problem.

"As a natural product, ice has always existed." Meng Xinzhi chose to let the past go.

"I'm talking about man-made." Nie Guangyi answered quickly.

"The history of ice making in our country is almost as long as the official history of our country."

"Miss, do you mean that as early as the pre-Qin period, there were records of ice making?"

"It depends on how you understand ice-making. If artificial ice is added to make ice, it is indeed the case." Meng Xinzhi explained: "There is a record about Lingren in "Zhou Li", which says "Ling Ren Zhang Bing, the first year, there are two months in ten, order to cut the ice, and the third is Ling."

"The [Ling Ren] in the girl's mouth is an official in charge of ice harvesting in the Zhou Dynasty, right?" The interaction value is directly full.

"That's right, Ling Ren is the manager responsible for collecting and making ice, but ice making at that time was not about turning water into ice, nor could it be done at any time. It was always when the weather was cold. People go to collect natural ice from rivers and lakes. After getting it back, put it in a cool place and store it, and then take it out in summer.”

"The most primitive ice cellar, right? Then it won't preserve much, right?" Nie Guangyi interacted very positively.

"Well, the third is the second. In addition, the conditions of the entire collection and preservation are very harsh, so, in the earliest historical records, summer ice is a privilege that only the royal family can enjoy."

"Then this is regarded as preserving ice, right? When did the real ice making start?"

"It is controversial to say when ice-making started at the earliest. In historical materials, the earliest record of artificial ice-making technology is "Huainanzi Lanming Xun" in the Western Han Dynasty, which mentioned [Yidongshujiao, Use summer to make ice.”

"Girl, these eight words just mentioned [Xia made ice] and didn't say how to make ice, right?"

"Yes, this is actually where the controversy lies. In the second century BC, Liu An, king of Huainan in the Western Han Dynasty, wrote a book called "Huainan Wanbishu". This book talked about many changes between man and nature, including Regarding the specific form of [Xiazao Bing]: [Take boiling soup and put it in an urn, fill it with new bamboo, and sink it (well) to make ice in three days]."

"What do you mean?" Nie Guangyi was surprised: "Ice is made with boiling water?"

"Yes, what that book says is to pour boiling water into an urn, seal it with a freshly woven cotton sliver, put it in a well, wait for three days before fishing it up, and the boiling water will turn into ice .”

"Then isn't this a joke? This violates the common sense of physics!"

"Indeed, this is an eternal problem that has troubled Chinese physics historians for a long time."

"Have the scholars come to any conclusions?"

"No, because this statement is unbelievable. There are many scientists who have been doing experiments one after another, and some have specially applied for the project."

"Can this kind of special application be applied for?"

"Yes, scholars have successively put forward [the theory of air pressure affecting the freezing point] and [the scorched soup effect]."

"Can you tell me more, girl?"

"The theory that air pressure affects the freezing point means that boiling water is put into a cold well to produce a change in air pressure that allows water to freeze above zero."

"Is this all right?" Nie Guangyi was directly surprised.

"No. That argument has never been proven."

"What about the hot soup effect? ​​Girl."

"The scorched soup effect refers to the fact that boiling water is put into the urn and quickly sealed with a cotton cloth strip. After a large amount of water vapor condenses, a vacuum state is created, and then it is made into ice."

"Isn't this also a fantasy theory?"

"That's really not true. The scorched soup effect has made ice slag, but it can't reach the level of ice cubes. I don't remember the details too carefully. If you are interested in the history of physics, you can find out."

(End of this chapter)