Chapter 5

He held up the cover for her to see, brain nerves ... ... professional materials.

In the slightly tipsy afternoon, the grass exudes a unique botanical fragrance, and the rocking chair gently sways. His voice is deep and rich: "The vast majority of the cell bodies of somatic and visceral sensory fibers are pseudo-unipolar neurons, which aggregate outside the brain into ganglia, including the V trigeminal ganglion, VII geniculate ganglion, and the upper and lower ganglia of IX and X... Their nature is the same as that of the spinal ganglia. The VIII vestibular ganglion and bipolar neurons are formed by the aggregation of bipolar neuron cell bodies..." His voice is deep and rich: "The vast majority of the cell bodies of somatic and visceral sensory fibers are pseudo-unipolar neurons, which aggregate outside the brain into ganglia, including the V trigeminal ganglion, VII geniculate ganglion, and the upper and lower ganglia of IX and X... Their nature is the same as that of the spinal ganglia. The VIII vestibular ganglion and bipolar neurons are formed by the aggregation of bipolar neuron cell bodies..."

This man is always smiling, gentle, kind, and composed, concealing all his sorrow and fatigue within, with not a trace visible on the surface. His eyes are pitch black, resembling a swirling galaxy, slowly yet powerfully stirring certain emotions, yet stubbornly refusing to reveal them.

She looked up in surprise and slowly took out a napkin to wipe her greasy little mouth, saying: "Let me tell you, Chen Jianan, do not underestimate the ability of Southern women to eat duck. My aunts and uncles' sisters and younger sisters, which one of them cannot finish an entire one? It would be a laughingstock..."

"Indeed, An, you said I was originally a scientist." Her voice was gentle, carrying a hint of dew-like coolness

His body stiffened for a moment, and after a long while, he said: "There are many mosquitoes, let's go back"

My parents both call me 'The Duck Killer'

Laugh together

Her voice is soft and gentle, like cotton candy, like the best lullaby, as he rests his head and drifts into slumber

He laughed uncontrollably: "Pure nonsense."

He walked over and embraced her tightly; she suddenly felt so moved that she wanted to cry, and her voice carried a hint of sobbing: "Jian, I truly wish to be with you forever..."

After a while, he finally spoke: "I think it's very good; I originally planned to live here until old age."

He took her back downstairs, where the backyard was planted with many trees, including green pines and phoenix trees. Low shrubs spread out, emitting a faint fragrance of grass and wood. The grass was lush, and there was even a small stone table and two rocking chairs among the bushes

He was also reading a book, and the tall phoenix tree cast a small patch of shadow over his face. His expression was calm, revealing no signs of joy or sorrow. She did not want to read; instead, she gazed at him.

What is the alias

He shook his head, smiled helplessly, his smile weary: "Just like before, I can't remember people, but I can remember the experiments. ... ... After all, work is more important."

Zhangcha duck, one piece, two pieces, three pieces, he handed over the tea and softly suggested: "You must not be picky, Jing Shi."

"Xiao Chen, how bold of you to dare to sleep in my class"

She quickly shook her head and turned it to the side: "So childish."

She couldn't help but place her hand on his brow, and he suddenly woke up, exclaiming: "Jing Shi?"

If ... ? ... she caressed her flat abdomen, lost in thought, wondering, was there really a child there before?

He hesitated a bit: "At this time, is it really okay to eat like this?"

He must be smiling silently: "Yes, you can do whatever you want"

He smiled, his voice low, his brows and eyes relaxed, a look of astonishment mixed with a lighthearted laugh. She suddenly felt a twinge of heartache

He looked into her eyes and curved the corners of his lips: "Alright, Jing Shi, you have always been insincere. If you truly dislike it, just like that scarf, you would look at it and say no."

The third question ... ... '' She hesitated for a moment, '' This time I must answer seriously ''

He led her over and said, "Let's go, I'll push you."

In this way, she unexpectedly asked, "May I hug you?"

She tilted her head, wanting to ask about his watch, but then noticed a row of swings nearby, the iron chains shimmering in the sunlight, swaying gently, stirring her heart.

What are you looking at

He smiled and said, "Yes, yes, Teacher Jing, I won't dare next time."

He obediently set down the book, his eyes flickering

My goodness, she exclaimed, did you do this

He came to his senses in astonishment: "Do you remember?"

She heard Chen Jianan, in his calm tone, seriously say to her: "Jing Shi, do you know that you have a nickname, called 'The Duck Killer'"

It seems that she is not the only one struggling on the path of seeking memories; everyone, including this world, lives in the brilliance of history, earnestly praying under the sound of the bells

Such a scene

She took the book and naturally said to him: "I will come to wash the dishes in the afternoon. As for you, I will read to you."

Several young waitresses glanced over here, whispering to each other with ambiguous looks. She straightened her neck, feeling quite pleased with herself

Yes. He smiled with a twinkle in his eyes and even nodded seriously.

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"Wrong, wrong, wrong. How can you not understand such a simple question? The brain is right here," she said, poking her head.

She handed him a piece with confidence, saying: "Can you eat a bit more? Look at how thin you are, you are practically a skeleton."

She closed the book and said, "Why is that, Jian? After our divorce, haven't you met any other girls?"

He looked at her eyes blandly: "It was Boss Jing who commanded, I am merely doing the labor..."

She looked at his face, the faint dark circles under his eyes; he was simply too tired, lost in thought. How many nights had he not had a proper sleep?

... ... functional主体, highly differentiated ... ...

He really thought for a long time and hesitantly replied: "The Milky Way ... and the extragalactic galaxies?"

Mother came over, gently brushing the dirt off the little overalls, softly comforting something.

The conversation will simply shift topics

Hmm. He nodded in agreement.

She glared: "What would I lie to you for? Did you know I had a nickname when I was a child?"

Light sleep. Unable to sleep soundly, she sighed inwardly

... ...

That year, the young and vibrant Jing Shi sat across from him, skillfully wielding chopsticks, and under his astonished gaze, launched a concentrated attack on the plate of fragrant tea duck, quickly devouring more than half of it

Walking in the small park, the sunlight shines on the greenery, and a little boy and girl, carrying sand buckets and small shovels, waddle past. Chen Jian'an holds her hand, and she expresses her feelings: "Is it always like this every day, like being in love"

He shook his head, his eyes filled with complex emotions, "Jing Shi, you do not know, you were hurt, it was on the way back from the civil affairs bureau."

He once believed that these trivial details would gradually fade away in his memory until they disappeared

She stopped on the ground and looked up at Chen Jianan: "Jianan, in a couple of days, I would like to get a haircut." She saw him transition from a daze to awareness, and he gently replied: "Alright"

She frowned: "The snail ganglion"

She felt a sense of pride: "Just by looking at the book, I thought of some things."

Do you have someone you like

She did not know what to say; fortunately, he turned and went inside, bringing her a novel and some room temperature orange juice

He did not dare to exert force, she merely swayed gently. In the distance, on a small sand dune, a sandcastle built by two children suddenly collapsed, and the children began to scream in succession, crying out loud.

She sat in the rocking chair, looking around: "I never expected that at such a young age, I would be so good at enjoying life"

She choked on a sip of tea: "Such a straightforward name, only my parents could have come up with it—haven't you laughed at me enough? You're still laughing!"

She maintained a stern expression and said, "Wrong! Haven't you heard that divine song, 'The Wife is the Greatest'!"

She laughed heartily: "Professor Chen, you truly have me completely at your mercy"

He suddenly woke up, staring blankly at the pages of the book, and after a long while said: "Yes, the snail ganglion. I apologize... I misread the line."

She sat back in the rocking chair, adjusting to a comfortable position: "As a punishment, close the book; I have questions to ask."

What is the largest in the world

He thought he had long forgotten the various experiences from many years ago, yet unexpectedly, many things resurfaced during these long and arduous days, becoming increasingly vivid, as if sharpened photographs, clear to the point of being piercingly sharp

What are the differences between neural cells and other types of cells

He is an expert in this field, having made countless theoretical contributions, attended numerous presentations on new findings, and conducted many astonishing experiments, yet he has never had such a profound and clear understanding of human memory as he does this time

She closed the book and quietly approached him

He thought for a moment and pondered, "I really like my ... ... ex-wife ... ... "

He immediately stuffed a piece of duck meat into her mouth

He quietly looked at her and said, "Yes, you are an outstanding talent in the scientific community, a new star with limitless potential." Suddenly, he pulled his chair closer and said to her, "Jing Shi, let me read this to you."