Sister, you miss me

Yang Feng took two blood samples and went to the hospital to find Fang Jiuwen.

Ears leaned against the door of the dean's office, and vaguely heard a crackling sound inside.

Gently twisting the door handle, the door was actually locked, Yang Feng looked at no one on the left and right, and took out two curled iron wires from his wallet.

Straightening the wire straight, about five inches long, he pierced the two wires into the keyhole.

This is a craft learned by Excalibur Bureau.

Ten seconds later, with a light click, Yang Feng opened the door, stepped in, and closed the door.

A strong smell of smoke rushed over his face, and Yang Feng coughed softly because of the choking. The curtains were drawn tightly, the light was dim, and the keyboard hits were rhythmic.

Fang Jiu asked sitting in front of the computer, wearing reading glasses, his eyes seemed to be sucked into the computer screen, he had eyes in his mouth and something in his ears.

The old man seems to have entered a state where I have forgotten things, and until now, he still hasn't noticed an unexpected visitor.

With a stab, Yang Feng opened the heavy curtains, and a splendid sunset projected in.

Fang Jiuwen looked at the window in horror, his eyes flushed.

Yang Feng was also surprised when he saw a pair of red and swollen eyes.

"Xiao Feng, why are you here?" Fang Jiu asked to see Yang Feng clearly, his expression turned into surprise, he dropped his cigarette, took out his earplugs, stretched his waist, and stood up.

Yang Feng opened all the windows, and the smell of snorting smoke quickly dissipated. Then he said: "Dean Fang, what are you doing so hard?" He couldn't bear to say ridicules such as "Working privately at work".

"Where do you think I'm fighting?" Fang Jiuwen smiled and shook his head, and personally made Yang Feng tea.

"Your eyes, the cigarettes you smoke, the dark and darkened room with airtight airtight, and your ears plugged. Isn't that proof?"

"Are you worried that I can't eat it?" Fang Jiu asked the tea cup to Yang Feng, without answering questions.

"Yeah, you don't take age anymore. Writing is purely a hobby. Your body is important!"

"Xiao Feng, you don't understand!"

"I don't understand?"

Fang Jiuwen walked to the window, squinted at the flowers and plants downstairs, and said in a deep voice: "I said you don’t understand, because you didn’t enter this line. You don’t understand the impulse to tell a story. With a good idea, you can’t wait or even forget about food and sleep, turn them into words and share them with readers."

"Because of impulse?" Yang Feng couldn't accept it. "As far as I know, codewords are a very boring and even painful thing. No writer in the forum has the same feelings as you."

"They do it for money, for life, and I do it for pure hobby."

"This...well, but why make the room look like a small black house, with your ears plugged and smoking?"

"Smoking can be refreshing and inspiring. The author of the besieged city joked that the cigarettes he smokes can circle the earth when connected. As for me, I close the window and pull in the curtains and plug my ears. That's because a little light or even sound will interrupt it. My thoughts."

"The entry time is not long, and there are still a lot of problems." Yang Feng didn't have the consciousness of respecting the old and loving the young. "By the way, author Fang, my sudden visit did not interrupt your thoughts!"

"Of course, you almost scared me to death!" Fang Jiu asked, touching his chest, "Yes, I remember the office is locked, how did you get in?"

Yang Feng smiled proudly: "If I tell you it was stabbed with two wires, do you believe it?"

"Of course I don't believe it." Fang Jiuwen shook his head and smiled, his face suddenly changed, "It won't be true."

"Just as if I didn't say it." Yang Feng took out two blood samples from his pocket, "I beg you."

"What do you mean?" Fang Jiu asked subconsciously holding the reading glasses.

"Look at the connection between these two blood samples?"

Fang Jiu asked frowned, "Xiao Feng, can you speak more clearly?"

"Make a DNA comparison."

"What do you want to prove?"

"Uh..." Yang Feng frowned and glanced at Fang Jiu, then said in a bad mood: "If you do, you will know."

Fang Jiuwen laughed blankly, "Come on, let's talk while walking."

In the aisle, Fang Jiu asked about the striding meteor, and Yang Feng kept pace.

Fang Jiu asked: "Xiaofeng, you may have some misunderstandings about DNA comparisons, thinking that the relationship between two people or two organisms can be derived from the similarity."

"if not?"

Fang Jiuwen smiled and shook his head: "Of course this is not the case. For example, the paternity test uses Montell's law of inheritance, but for siblings, sex chromosomes are compared."

Yang Feng immediately grasped the meaning of Fang Jiu's question. He asked: "You mean, first of all, you need to know what the relationship is?"

"Yes!"

Yang Feng thought for a while and said, "A half-brother."

Fang Jiu asked, his eyes lit up: "Is it Xiaofeng your relative?"

"Dean Fang, can you not gossip like this!" Yang Feng said unhappy, there is no way of asking for help.

Fang Jiu asked not to be angry, but shook his head faintly: "Xiaofeng, do you know that you need to submit an application for this type of appraisal?"

"That's the principle, are you embarrassing me?"

Fang Jiuwen smiled and said, "So I am purely personal help, but can you be kinder?"

Yang Feng suddenly held Fang Jiuwen's shoulders and smiled all over his face, "Dean Fang, after everything is done, I will invite you to drink, and then have a big health care."

Fang Jiuwen rolled his eyes and smiled bitterly: "I need to drink, so save the rest. My old bone can't stand the toss."

The old and the young looked at each other and laughed.

Entering the laboratory, a middle-aged doctor in his 30s got up immediately, "Dean Fang, what's your order?"

"See if these two bloods are half-brothers or half-brothers?"

"Ok."

"How long will the results come out."

"This time tomorrow!"

Fang Jiuwen nodded: "If you have work, I will send it directly to my office."

"Yes, definitely."

Apart from the inspection room, Yang Feng muttered, "Why does it take so long?"

"Wait patiently!" Fang Jiuwen put his arms around his shoulders, "Go, discuss the plot with me."

"I..." Yang Feng just asked for this excuse to slip away, and the cell phone prompted to receive a text message.

When I clicked it, it was sent by Jin Zishan, and he asked if there were any results.

Yang Feng said lightly, and Chong Fang Jiu asked: "Dean Fang, I still have something to do. Otherwise, I will come to you when I have time."

"Also."

"By the way, the report is out, let me know as soon as possible."

"Of course, you are busy, goodbye."

Watching Fang Jiuwen leave, Yang Feng dialed Jin Zishan's cell phone: "Why, do you also care about the result?"

Jinzishan said: "It's kind of! This feeling is very strange, like your wife entered the delivery room, you seem to know whether it is a man or a woman?"

"What kind of metaphor is this!"

"Although our relationship is better than brothers, but if the hospital proves that we still have that blood relationship, then we are really stronger than gold."

"This word..." Yang Feng shook his head, pretending to say deeply: "What a pity!"

"Isn't it?" Jin Zishan's voice was obviously disappointed.

Yang Feng laughed loudly: "Does it seem that you care about my brother? I won't tease you anymore, I won't be able to come out tomorrow."

"Xiaofeng, you don't understand. From little to more, I have no brothers or sisters, or even friends, so...I cherish you very much."

Yang Feng can think of the environment in which Jinzishan grew up. A person who was cultivated as a successor from an early age was like those crown princes in the feudal era who had almost no childhood.

Almost all people in the world admire them, but they admire the most ordinary people.

"The word is good, I understand, no matter what, we are all brothers."

Just hung up the phone, Yang Feng was walking outside and received a call from Zhao Min.

"Yang Feng, where are you?" Zhao Min said straightforwardly.

"Problems?"

"Of course, if it is convenient, come to the game."

"I just came back, there are still many things to deal with."

"You must be interested in what I said."

"what?"

"You forgot your responsibilities in the ninth game, and you forgot that you are still a member of the ninth game.

"You mean this sudden, huge, mysterious and mysterious lightning incident?"

"Yes, this is indeed an unprecedented event. Let's call it a mysterious event. The leaders attach great importance to it, but we don't have any clues."

"It's useless to find me, I don't know it!"

Zhao Min said, "I'm afraid no one in the world will know better than you."

"Well, what do you mean?"

"Because you are in contact with the Su family and the three major sects, and something has happened to them, don't you have any idea?"

"Comrade Zhao Min, you are too arbitrary! I..."

"I'm at the entrance of the hospital, come out!"

"You..." Yang Feng slapped his head, and then he remembered Zhao Min's identity. He had been arguing with her for a long time. She had been positioned one hundred and eighty times, but she was able to come to the hospital door so quickly. .

A white Land Rover parked at the entrance of the hospital found that the car window was covered with a dark film, which Yang Feng had always thought was a special film for "car shock".

The window of the driver's seat was lowered, revealing Zhao Min's capable short hair and a handsome face, "Get in the car."

Yang Feng spread his hands and just sat down in the co-pilot, feeling a strong feeling of pushing his back.

"Are you in a hurry?" Yang Feng hurriedly fastened his seat belt.

"It's fine."

"This is the diesel version."

"Yes."

Zhao Min focused on driving, Yang Feng looked up and down at her side, with a slashed profile face, a shrugged upper circumference, a slender figure, and the short hair like a boy.

After a short time, Zhao Min's charm has increased greatly.

As if feeling Yang Feng’s unbridled gaze, Zhao Min’s pretty face climbed onto two blushes. She cleared her throat and said: "I have enough reasons. You should know the reason. At least say the reason. I also reported to the chief. ."

"You..." Yang Feng's good mood of appreciating beautiful women was ruined by Zhao Min's words. "Why are you so arbitrary? If I can't tell you how ugly you are, wouldn't the chief want to eat me?"

"Why would the chief eat you?" Zhao Min shook his head and smiled, "However, he might strip you."