Death of a Violinist

[A sweet story about twins, a calm, paranoid and affectionate physicist vs a conceited, enterprising and fickle violinist] [Signed with simplified Chinese publishing, progress@jinjiangrenyuange] Fu Lingjun was conducting observations at the Crater Astronomical Station when he received a call from his family. The telescope operator looked at the image and sighed: "This one is considered dead." Perhaps because of the poor signal quality in the remote location, Fu Lingjun only heard the phone call rustling and repeating: "Tinglin died unexpectedly..." She stood up and went out. The starry sky was vast and silent, and the stars in the sky seemed to be falling from the sky. This year, she and Zheng Tinglin were twenty-five years old. None of the fellow professors at the Institute for Advanced Study understood that Fu Lingjun had a bright future but suddenly devoted himself to a useless project, wasting years of achievements and outstanding talent. But Fu Lingjun firmly believes that there are infinite possibilities hidden in the depths. Chaos and prediction are no longer difficult problems, and looking back in time is no longer a joke. Rationally, the past cannot be loved, but the sound of the violin lingers, and someone's cunning smile will be unforgettable for the rest of her life - she has a reason for what she must do. The world laughs at her for being too crazy, but they don't know that love can transcend all dimensions, travel through time and space, just to look back once. The sky was bright and Zheng Tinglin woke up from his long sleep. When he opened his eyes, he was pierced by the sun and burst into tears. Her hands were injured, her mother was driving towards Jiangcheng, and the active online news all showed that this was her summer vacation when she was seventeen. It's like being pressed on the pause button and then being dragged backwards into this unfortunate year. She was brought into Fu's house in a daze, and when she met the familiar calm black eyes, she unexpectedly discovered that Fu Lingjun was sitting in a wheelchair. An accidental flap of wings by a butterfly in the rainforest may cause countless chain reactions. Zheng Tinglin realized belatedly that everything was different. In the wheelchair, Fu Lingjun's back was still straight, but his eyebrows were no longer cold, as if relieved and happy: "I finally waited for you." Zheng Tinglin blinked lightly and replied politely: "It's been a long time indeed." Meeting you for the first time seems to be an old friend. 1) Calm, rational and focused physicist vs. Conceited, enterprising and fickle violinist 2) Please do not delve into the classical music, physics and astronomy knowledge involved in this article. 3) Double life, semi-empty, very slow to warm up, Fu's leg injury will get better, thank you for reading. ———— See the column for the next book "Innocent Confession" Song Zhiyun's rejection of Li Xingruo was like rejecting a luxury product, which was flashy and only added to the burden. Li Xingruo's love for Song Zhiyun was like being infatuated with a glass of poisonous wine, burning through the intestines and heart, and addicted to it as much as his life. Reunion after many years, Song Zhiyun suddenly stopped in front of a street painting stall and sat down calmly. The painter didn't move for a while, then she asked with a chuckle: "You don't want to paint portraits anymore?" Li Xingruo didn't even raise his head: "I won't draw you anymore." Reunion, high school to college to work, realistic growth direction, double C love line without male partner. Intention: The world kisses me with pain, but I respond with songs.