Exclusive Memory Chapter 4 Part 7

 So, I have been digesting what Brother Li said. It was only after connecting a series of things that I realized my carelessness.

The first time Mu Chenghe asked me to go to the office to ask about the class situation, he said, I have never taught undergraduates. At that time, I directly understood this sentence as saying that he had never been a teacher.

The second time Mu Chenghe came to the police station to pick me up Bai Lin, the policeman said to Mu Chenghe, I have seen you in the newspaper.

Even if his mental calculation can be so strong, I have never doubted anything. Then, he told me and Peng Yu about those things, and the director of the science and technology museum also knew him.

So many details were overlooked by me, how careless.

I take a bus back to the West District with Bai Lin. At that time, the campus bus carrying the two of us turned around at the door and went to the bulletin board for half a circle. Through the orange street lamp, I could see his name in the glass vitrine from a distance, which was very conspicuous.

It turned out that he was such an outstanding person that it almost made people feel that there was a faint halo behind him.

The next day, I skipped half a day of class for an unprecedented time, and went to the auditorium of the headquarters by car to watch Mu Chenghe's report. When I arrived, I realized that I couldn't get in if I wanted to.

Bai Lin happened to call me.

"How's it going?"

"Can't get in."

"Huh? No way.”

"Give me Brother Li's phone number, he did say yesterday that he would come to listen, and I also saw their department."

"Okay." Bai Lin said.

After a while, I finally found Senior Brother Li. Fortunately, there was a female classmate who had taken up a spot but had an accident at home, so I was allowed to enter with an empty spot.

Even before the time to start came, the atmosphere in the venue was already very serious.

Several cameras have been set up in the back, and the staff on the stage are also checking the sound of the microphone.

In the first few rows, the table in front of each seat is marked with the name of the owner of the seat. Our student seats are at the end, and the relevant departments have seats in the delineated locations and areas, which are clearly marked on the schematic map, and the hostess personally leads the way.

People came in one after another.

Except for that year when I replaced my dad on the stage to accept the award, I had never been to such a formal occasion, and there were even so many foreign guests.

In front of each seat was a pamphlet with Mu Chenghe's speeches printed in Chinese, English and Russian.

When Mu Chenghe appeared on stage on time, everyone stood up and applauded. Wearing a dark blue suit, he changed his usual casualness, walked a few steps cautiously, stood upright, bowed to the audience, and then walked to the speaking table (podium).

This is an article about wing sensitivity, and the whole text is completely incomprehensible except that I can understand that he is speaking Chinese.

However, I didn't doze off unusually. I don't know if it's because the atmosphere here is really inappropriate, or because of the cameras behind.

I saw Mu Chenghe from afar, standing there, putting down the manuscript, smiling calmly, waiting for the host to announce the start of the questioning session.

There are many people who ask questions, and there is an endless stream. There are students and there are reporters. Without exception, he always answered in Chinese.

When a senior brother of the physics department sitting in the front row of me received the microphone and asked an excited question, Mu Chenghe's gaze turned to us. Then he saw me, his gaze passing gently, without deliberately lingering.

For Russian class the following week, I took the bag with his scarf with me again.

Last time, Bai Lin told me not to rush to him. She said: "You can't just return it so casually, so that you can wait until the critical moment to have an excuse to approach him."

Unexpectedly, she really hit the spot.

When school was over, I deliberately dawdled in the classroom to kill time, and then I went to the stairs to wait for him to come down after the people in the classroom were almost gone.

He came down and saw me standing stupidly as soon as he turned a corner.

"Teacher Mu." I took the initiative to call him. "Your scarf, thank you."

He took it, thought of something, and asked me: "Did you have no class that day? To go to the lecture."

"Huh?"

"Wednesday." He reminded me.

"Uh, I want to pay my respects to your demeanor. Originally, Bai Lin and the others wanted to go, but I thought it would be bad if so many people were absent from class, so I took the initiative to apply to represent them."

He laughed.

I walked out of the Four Teachings side by side with him. (She is talking about the hallway lol.)

"Teacher Mu, you are really the kind of person they say you are."

"What's that?"

"Genius."

He smiled and didn't answer right away. After a while, he said, "I'm an ordinary person."

"Why did you come to the West End to teach us this kind of class?"

"Your teacher Chen said that he was gone, and no one substituted for you, and asked me if I would like to. He usually engages in party group work, anyway, there are only two sessions a week, not much. I also thought it was interesting, and then your department chair said he was okay, and I came.”

The dean of our department, of course, has no objections. He invited a professor to go to the Second Foreign Language School and made a lot of money.

"Are you and Teacher Chen on good terms?" I don't know if Teacher Chen has said anything to him about me.

"Yes. We met in the Moscow International Students Association. He was studying at the Pushkin Institute of Languages, and I was at Moscow University, not far away. Later, we returned to China together, and we hit it off."

Before we know it, we have reached a fork in the road under the Six Teachings.

"Why do you want to study aviation? And go to Moscow University."

"Because of Zhukovsky."

"Zhukovsky?"

"He is the founder of modern fluid mechanics and the father of Russian aviation. He graduated from Moscow University and taught there until his death, so I also have a kind of yearning."

"Oh." I nod.

He said: "When I was a child, I read a book written by Zhukovsky. There was a very profound sentence in it, which immediately fascinated me. At that time, I thought, I also want to be such a person."

"What words?" I looked at him.

"He said: Humans are born without wings, and birds are seventy-two times stronger than humans in terms of the ratio of human body weight to muscle."

Mu Chenghe paused, and then said: "However, I think that human beings will be able to soar in the sky by relying on their own intelligence instead of relying on their own muscles."

After that, I didn't speak for a while.

He smiled mischievously at me.

I looked sideways at his face, feeling a sense of distance that fell from the sky. When he said the words "I will soar in the sky", his expression was as calm as water, but his light-colored eyes were extraordinarily clear and bright on such a night.

Mu Chenghe's hair color and eye color are not dark, not pure jet black, so it makes his skin extremely white. The nose is also very delicate.

It is said that geniuses tend to withdraw, but like his name, he is an exceptionally kind and lovely person.

Bai Lin often rents some unreliable romance novels in the book house in the school commercial street to read back at the dormitory, and the result of long-term hearing and seeing is that I also feel that a man who has deep affection, loves life and death, and is willing to give up everything is very heartwarming.

But after I heard what Mu Chenghe said that night, I felt that when a man has a firm belief and strives for it all his life, he will also exude a kind of deceptive charm.

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