Traveling through 1980 to become a top student

Chapter 59

Hong Ze painted peonies on the wall of Zhou Hui's room, and painted a tree of pear blossoms on the wall of Lin Jinglan's house.Lin Jinglan didn't know where Hongze found paints of so many colors, but only knew that the final result was very beautiful. Although it was a color similar to the white wall, at first glance, the trees and flowers would not be disturbed at all. Ignore it, it makes people fascinated.

After the paintings on the three walls were completely dry, Hong Ze applied another layer of transparent varnish.Hong Ze's clothes and face were stained with dots of paint, his forehead was slightly soaked with sweat, and his shirt was also stuck to his body due to the sweat, showing looming muscle lines, which became more obvious with the movement of paint.

Lin Jinglan looked at Hong Ze's frowning and concentrated expression, and couldn't help but sigh how good youth is.

After finishing it thoroughly, it was already afternoon, and Lin Jinglan felt hungry, and suddenly found that neither she nor Hong Ze had lunch.Lin Jinglan looked at Hong Ze whose cheeks were flushed with heat and whose shirt was wet with sweat, and suddenly felt embarrassed. This time, she owed Hong Ze a favor.

"Let's go, I'll invite you to dinner. I'm sorry for delaying your lunch." Lin Jinglan said.

Hong Ze let out a sigh, and glanced at his watch, "I didn't even know it was so late, didn't you have dinner? In fact, I delayed your meal." Hong Ze was full of annoyance, and the matter of painting the wall was clearly not in a hurry. There's no need to skip lunch and finish drawing in one go.If he painted more slowly, he could spend more time with Lin Jinglan.

Thinking of this, Hong Ze was annoyed to find that he had been concentrating on painting all morning and noon, and hadn't spoken to Lin Jinglan at all.

Hunger suddenly struck, Hong Ze looked at Lin Jinglan and said, "You must have been hungry for a long time, right? As soon as I started painting, I didn't pay attention to the time. Come on, let's go eat quickly."

The house Lin Jinglan rented was close to Tsinghua University, and there were many small restaurants nearby. Lin Jinglan picked one that looked tidy and clean, and walked in with Hong Ze one after the other.

The names of the dishes were written on a piece of paper and pasted on the wall. Lin Jinglan glanced at them and found that they were all home-cooked dishes with affordable prices. She said to Hong Ze, "What do you want to eat? Come and order."

Hong Ze smiled and said, "One dish per person." After Lin Jinglan ordered a sweet and sour short rib, Hong Ze ordered a dish of Mushu pork, and Lin Jinglan added another tomato and egg soup, and then asked Hong Ze, "Rice? Seeing Hong Ze nodding, Lin Jinglan said to the boss, "Two more bowls of rice."

It was already past lunch time, and there were only Lin Jinglan and Hong Ze in the small restaurant. After they ordered the dishes, the kitchen started cooking them immediately and brought them to the table very quickly.Both Lin Jinglan and Hong Ze are not talkative people when they eat, so they eat quietly.

The portion of sweet and sour short ribs was much bigger than Lin Jinglan imagined. The plate was full, and the taste was surprisingly good. Lin Jinglan bit into it, and was even a little surprised. The pork ribs were crispy and tender, and the sweet and sour sauce was just right.The taste of Mushu meat and tomato egg soup is perfect, but the portions are also very generous.

While eating, Lin Jinglan thought that the canteen of Tsinghua University would be famous decades later, but she didn't know how the food in the canteen of Tsinghua University is now. If she couldn't swallow it, she could often come to this small restaurant to eat.

"Huh? Are you left-handed?" Lin Jinglan suddenly realized that Hong Ze was holding chopsticks with his left hand.

"Half left-handed. Whether I write or draw with a pen, I use my right hand. My parents beat me to change it when I was a child," Hong Ze laughed. "But I haven't changed it when it comes to eating."

Hong Ze is drinking soup with a spoon in his left hand, his movements are gentle and elegant.Lin Jinglan looked at Hong Ze in surprise, after all, so far, most of the people around her were wolfing down their meals and crying.Lin Jinglan can also understand that in the 80s, there was a lack of supplies, and ordinary people didn't have much food in their stomachs. Basically, they were already hungry every meal time. Under such circumstances, it was normal to gobble.Hong Ze's posture and manners when eating were better than most people's after decades.Lin Jinglan was ashamed to see it, she herself was not as good as Hong Ze.

Lin Jinglan held the chopsticks in her right hand, and rested her left hand casually on the table.Hong Ze was sitting opposite Lin Jinglan, because his right hand was holding the spoon, his left hand was on the table.The table is small, and the fingertips of the two are facing each other, and the distance between them is no more than two inches.

When Lin Jinglan was picking up vegetables, she saw Hong Ze's right hand trembling slightly, and asked in surprise, "What's wrong with your right hand?"

Hong Ze quickly put his right hand under the table, put it on his lap, and smiled at Lin Jinglan, "It's all right."

Lin Jinglan asked, "You've been painting for a long time, are you tired?" Lin Jinglan thought that Hong Ze happened to hold the brush with his right hand, and she became more and more sure of her guess, "It's my fault that I didn't expect you to hold the brush up and down. After painting for so long, my arms must be so sore." Although Lin Jinglan doesn't know how to paint, she has experienced the situation where her arms and hands are constantly shaking from playing badminton, and she guesses that Hong Ze is the same now.

Hong Ze smiled and shook his head, "No, it's only for half a day, so I won't be too tired to tremble."

Lin Jinglan refused to believe Hong Ze's words, but seeing Hong Ze's sincere expression and looking at her with extraordinarily sincere eyes, she also became puzzled, "Then what happened to your hand?"

Hong Ze put his right hand flat on the table again, "It's nothing, you see."

Lin Jinglan looked over again, and found that Hong Ze's hands were lying motionless on the table. His fingers were long and slender, with well-defined joints, and there was really no trembling at all.

A guess suddenly popped up in Lin Jinglan's mind, she immediately stopped asking, poured a bowl of soup and lowered her head to drink it.

The guess in her mind was - Hong Ze's hand was so close to hers just now, Hong Ze wanted to hold her hand, but he endured it desperately, so that his right hand trembled.

Lin Jinglan raised her head and looked at Hong Ze. From his involuntary frown and the tight corners of his mouth, it could be seen that he was pretending to be relaxed and casual, but in fact he was very nervous.

Surprisingly, Lin Jinglan didn't feel disgusted or anything like that, but felt the feeling just now——

It's good to be young.It's nice to love someone without distraction.

A gust of cool wind passed through the small restaurant, Lin Jinglan felt comfortable all over.

She can't help but ignore that the person Hong Ze likes is herself, and simply feels that Hong Ze's green and transparent mind is like a cool breeze blowing in the hot summer.

Gao Chi only read the first two pages of Lin Jinglan's dissertation, and there was a huge wave in his heart.He originally thought that Lin Jinglan's thesis would only be about theoretical calculations and experimental data analysis. Gao Chi was extremely surprised that a student who had just finished the college entrance examination and had not even started university could do this.We must know that many college students may not be able to publish papers after graduating from university for four years.

However, Tsinghua University is one of the top universities in the country after all. It is no exaggeration to say that it is Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon. excellent.Therefore, although Gao Chi was surprised by Lin Jinglan before, it was still within the acceptable range.

But now Gao Chi's hand holding Lin Jinglan's thesis was trembling. He looked at ten lines at a glance. The structure of Lin Jinglan's thesis was much grander than he imagined...

In the introduction at the beginning, Lin Jinglan analyzed the average winter temperature, average summer temperature, winter and summer duration of the [-] largest and most populous cities in China, as well as the percentage of heating and hot water energy consumption in each city’s total energy consumption, and pointed out Most of them are supplied by small coal-fired boilers and small stoves, which not only have low energy utilization efficiency, but also cause serious air pollution in winter.

Lin Jinglan especially emphasized the situation in the Beijing-Tianjin area, "The Beijing-Tianjin urban area is rich in low-temperature geothermal water resources. For example, the proven geothermal anomaly area in the urban area of ​​Beijing reaches 50 square kilometers, with a buried depth of about 1000 meters. The temperature of the hot water is 35-69°C. The proven geothermal anomaly area in the urban area of ​​Tianjin has a total area of ​​70 square kilometers, a buried depth of 600-1500 meters, and a water temperature of 35-96°C. Such low-temperature geothermal water in urban areas is very good for heating Proper development and utilization of new energy for daily use has good prospects for changing the energy composition of low-temperature heat in Beijing-Tianjin urban areas, reducing the transportation of solid fuels and coal ash in urban areas, improving residents' living conditions and preventing environmental pollution..."

Gao Chi watched Lin Jinglan list so many data in the thesis, and even listed a separate table. He couldn't help but wonder how Lin Jinglan could do such a detailed research in such a short period of time.It's almost impossible.

But the data in Lin Jinglan's thesis are both detailed and clear at a glance. Gao Chi knew that the data should be accurate before comparing them.

This is not a big deal. In the next paper, Lin Jinglan analyzed the four basic types of geothermal heating systems with additional devices, carried out calculations, and drew various graphs, such as the average heating coefficient of heat pumps, heat pumps The proportion of heat supply, the primary fuel saving rate, the utilization rate of the rated capacity of the heat pump...

Gao Chi was dumbfounded, he wanted to take a look at Lin Jinglan's head, how did she think of these things?
There are many things that even he, who has been studying heat pumps for several years, doesn't know!

Moreover, Gao Chi had to sincerely admire the content of Lin Jinglan's papers that he had never seen before, which was really very valuable.

Gao Chi couldn't wait to read through Lin Jinglan's thesis, and then stared at the cover page in a daze.

His own name was written in the position of the third author. Originally, he thought that it was only natural for Lin Jinglan to write him as the third author because he had stayed up all night with Lin Jinglan for so many experiments. Even if such a paper is only a third author, Gao Chi feels that he is not qualified enough.

(End of this chapter)