The Sound of the Stream Is Getting Warmer

This is a story about the two-way journey of "physics and love". In the laboratory, the cold Song Zhixi met Gu Yanqi for the first time, who was always chasing her to ask physics questions. The boy held a book full of annotations on wrong questions in his hand, and the light in his eyes was brighter than the blue light of the instrument; while the girl secretly hid the first plastic star he gave her around her neck, as if hiding a young secret. From school uniforms to white coats, from solving endless physics problems to solving superconducting topics side by side, their youth and growth are closely intertwined: he warms orange soda in his arms for her, and she leaves a light for him in the late-night laboratory; he uses silver thread to make star hands. Chain, she carved their names on the stone table under the sycamore tree; they shared the glory on the podium of the national competition, agreed on the future in the falling snow in Boston, turned "quantum entanglement" into a footnote of love, and lived "forever" into daily life. As time goes by, from young teenagers to bald old men, their stories are hidden in old things - pen holders made from orange soda bottles, rings engraved with "∞", experimental notes filled with love words, and also hidden in the years: pumpkin porridge in the morning, hot cocoa in the middle of the night, and holding hands for a lifetime. It turns out that the best love is like a stream flowing to the sea, and stars embracing the night sky. It happens naturally and naturally; just like the truth they spent their lives proving: love and physics both require "eternal entanglement."