Freshwater Sea Turtle

Everyone at Beizhou Research Institute knows that Song Jun and Zhang Lei are not easy to deal with. One is a rustic master's degree student from the village. His shirt is washed white, and his experimental notebook is written like an account book. He keeps saying that domestic equipment is no worse than imported equipment. One is Dr. Turtle who came back from Collin University with gold plating. He only has eyes for top journals and feels that theoretical models are the dignity of scientific research. Domestic data? That's for shining shoes. The first time they met, at the door of the Human Resources Office, she dropped her resume and he bent down to pick it up. The moment her fingers touched it, she quickly pulled it back as if she had touched shit. She said thank you and turned away. Later he found out that she was already guarding against him at that time - guarding against everyone, including Liu Suo, who was smiling all day long. They were assigned to the same project team. She did the theory, he did the experiment. She said at the meeting, "A theory without experimental verification is just a castle in the air." He replied in the corridor, "Your imported parameters are not adapted to our climate, and turtles have to take a dip in fresh water." The needle is facing each other, and no one gives in. The entire corridor knows that these two people are not to be dealt with. But I don't know when it started. Maybe it was the first time she worked overtime until three in the morning and woke up with his tattered coat covering her body. Maybe it was the night when his experiment failed. She sat next to him with instant noodles and said, "Lend me the data." Maybe it was the time when the flash flood broke out. He took off his coat to her, and even though he had a high fever, he still said, "It's okay, I'm a country bumpkin." Or maybe they finally discovered that there were people in the institute who didn't want to make things easier for them. Projects were stuck, materials were replaced, and data was tampered with. If one frame-up is not enough, a second or third time will be used. The deputy director who always smiled gently, Liu Ansheng in a suit and leather shoes, and those eyes covertly and covertly were all staring at them. But they are still together. When she was falsely accused of academic misconduct, he went through all the experimental records for the past three years and stayed up night after night. When his laboratory was set on fire, she stood on the edge of the ruins and said, "Rebuild, I will swim with you, the turtle." They were reported that "private feelings affect scientific research." He said to the investigation team in front of the entire hospital: "She is my lover and the cleanest researcher I have ever seen. Aren't you tired of staring at other people's sex every day?" Later, on the day Liu Ansheng was arrested, they stood in the corridor and watched. As they passed by, Liu Ansheng said coldly: "Don't be proud." Song Jun didn't reply, but just squeezed the hand of the person next to him. Zhang Lei actually smiled: "Liu Suo, you turtle has been soaking in our fresh water for so many years. It's time for you to come ashore." Many years later, people at the institute will still talk about them. Talking about the fire that almost destroyed everything, talking about the National Science and Technology Award they won together, and talking about the way they walked out of the door hand in hand on the day they retired. But more often than not, people talk about something else. He said that when they first met, no one was convinced by the other. He said it was their first time working together, and they were so noisy that the whole corridor could hear them, slamming tables and benches. He said that he chased her awkwardly and sent her data every day for a whole year, just like delivering food. She said that she had actually liked him for a long time, but she was so stubborn that she was only willing to admit it when he was protecting her in the flash flood. At that time, the water was up to her neck. She lay on his back and heard him muttering: "I am a country bumpkin, and I fell into the hands of a turtle like you today." He said it rained on their wedding day and she was standing at the door waiting for him in her wedding dress. He ran over, half wet, and his first words were: "The experiment is done, you can get married." He said that they would still live in that old house when they got old, go shopping for groceries together every morning, and go for a walk to the institute together in the afternoon. Someone asked them what the secret of their life was, and she smiled and said nothing. He answered seriously: "We have been fighting from the first day. Fighting over whose theory is correct, fighting over whose data is accurate, fighting over domestic production or import, fighting over locals or turtles. Fighting until the end -" "If we can't win the fight, it will be hers in this life. Whether it's a turtle or a country bumpkin, they are all born in fresh water anyway." Concept: Domestic vs imported, returnees vs locals, no way, turtles have to take a dip in fresh water.