Chapter 271 Sister Jing: This relationship is not very easy to introduce
When Song Jing went back, everyone else eating noodles in the noodle shop had left, leaving only their table.
Qin Yicheng didn't know why Song Jing rushed out suddenly, and he was worried but didn't eat anything.
Three bowls of noodles were placed on the table and they were all lumpy.
"Uncle Master." Qin Yicheng got up and went out when he saw Song Jing coming back. He stepped down three steps in a hurry and almost fell down.
Song Jing stepped forward and supported him with his hands, "What's the hurry?"
"Why did you run out suddenly?"
"I saw a figure that looked very much like my father. I chased him out and took a look. It wasn't him." Song Jing walked back to the store and sat down.
Qin Yicheng's expression changed, he sat back and lowered his voice, "Isn't your dad already..."
The landlady came over and said, "Xiao Jing, Doctor Qin, your noodles are all lumpy. I'll give you three new bowls."
"You don't need Auntie, you can still eat it, don't waste it." Song Jing stirred it twice with chopsticks and began to eat the noodles with his head down.
Qin Yicheng also smiled and said, "Thank you, boss lady, just get us two bowls of noodle soup."
"Okay." The landlady agreed with a smile and went to get them two bowls of hot noodle soup.
"Uncle Junior, have you found out any other information?"
"Someone gave me a hint that my parents might still be alive." Song Jing didn't even raise his head and ate the noodles seriously.
Qin Yicheng's eyes brightened, "That's a good thing."
"If my parents are still alive, it will definitely be a good thing for me, but it may not be a good thing for them."
The expression on Qin Yicheng's face froze, and he suddenly realized the hidden meaning in Song Jing's words.
Song Jing's parents are still alive, but they have never come to see her in more than ten years. With the relationship between them, this is simply impossible.
Then there is only one possibility. Even if her parents are alive, they have no personal freedom.
If you think at the best, you will just be imprisoned, but at the worst... then you don't dare to think about it at all.
No wonder Song Jing was so anxious to chase after seeing a similar figure just now.
Qin Yicheng: "Then what are you going to do now?"
"Continue to investigate." Song Jing finished one bowl of noodles and switched to another. "The more they move, the better for me. If they don't move, the clues I can investigate are limited."
"But you will also be more dangerous." Qin Yicheng frowned.
Song Jing chewed the noodles and looked up at him, curled up the corners of his mouth, swallowed the noodles in his mouth, his evil red eyes were full of ruthlessness, "Do you think I could have survived until now if I was afraid of danger?"
Qin Yicheng was choked and speechless.
Although he didn't know everything about Song Jing, he still had a rough idea.
He knew that his little uncle was always stepping on the tip of the knife to move forward.
Fortunately, now I have an extra feast, and at least I have a pair of shoulders that my junior uncle can rely on.
Qin Yicheng changed the topic, "Uncle Junior, what do you think about the progress of this research?"
Song Jing's lowered eyelashes trembled. He finished the last bite of noodles and drank all the noodle soup before saying, "My parents want to save my life."
"Old Qin, do you know what Fuyao is?"
Qin Yicheng was stunned by her confusing question, "I don't know. What is it?"
Song Jing didn't answer. He stood up, took out his mobile phone, scanned the QR code, paid, and left the beef noodle shop.
A gust of wind blew, bringing with it the unique mountain atmosphere of the town, which made it feel a little cooler.
Fuyao is this wind.
The genetic research her parents were doing was not to continue their previous research on gene rewriting, but to correct the gene rewriting.
They must have known about the sequelae of genetic rewriting, so they left the original research institute and secretly opened this research institute to conduct reverse research.
They want to save her and want her to be as free as the wind all her life.
But how could they escape the control of that organization, so if they had not died in the car accident in Daxi Mountain, they would have been imprisoned for ten years.
Trade their freedom for her freedom!
"Uncle Junior, wait for me." Qin Yicheng caught up, "It's still a lot colder in the mountains in September. Did you come over and bring your coat?"
"No." Song Jing walked forward, "It won't be cold until you leave the research institute."
Song Jing stayed at the research institute for ten days, not reading any news from the outside world, and only immersed himself in researching new genetic developments with Qin Yichen's team.
"No, we can't push forward anymore, and we have failed again."
After the third failure, everyone was a little tired.
"Hey, I thought I could progress faster after making a breakthrough, but it still failed."
"The progress we can make this time is already a big breakthrough. If we continue to do experiments, we will always be able to find the correct gene sequence."
Other researchers in the research team began to analyze the data again. Everyone put their heads together and continued to make inferences.
Song Jing frowned and said nothing.
Qin Yicheng tilted his head toward the door, "Go out?"
Head of Song Dynasty.
The two of them went out and changed into sterile clothes. Song Jing took out his mobile phone and transferred all the money in the card to the institute's account. "I have transferred the funds. You can continue the research. I have other things to do and have to go back to school."
go."
Qin Yicheng glanced at the extra money in his account and asked, "How much do you have left?"
Song Jing took a look at the balance in the card, which was 326.78.
"More than three hundred."
Qin Yicheng sighed, "I know you are anxious about the research here, and genetic research is indeed a bottomless pit that burns money, but you don't have to leave nothing for yourself every time you transfer money. Now the season is changing again, and you have to buy a coat. I
Transfer some to you."
"No need." Song Jing shook his phone and said, "Someone will worry about this for me now."
Qin Yicheng saw the name of the outgoing call on the screen of her mobile phone, and suddenly felt that he had been stuffed with dog food.
"Gone."
Song Jing walked to Qin Yicheng's office, took off his white coat, picked up his backpack and left the institute.
The clinic at the institute has a lot of patients today, and the change of seasons is the season when flu is most common.
Song Jing walked out of the clinic, but the outgoing call had not yet been answered.
"In the computer room?" Song Jing frowned and looked through the messages he had received during this period.
After browsing casually, she turned to Shi Yan's dialog box. Two or three messages were sent every day, but she and Qin Yicheng were in the research institute and did not see these messages.
"Are you angry?"
"Xiao Jing, are you going back?" the lady boss of the beef noodle shop at the entrance of the alley greeted her with a smile.
"Yes. Goodbye, aunt." Song Jing nodded politely, walked to the entrance of the primary school next to him, crossed the road, and went to the opposite side to wait for the bus.
She had to take a car to the city first and then transfer to a plane. The flight ticket had been booked last night.
Song Jing got on the bus and dialed the phone again. This time it only rang three times before he picked up.
"Who?" Shi Yan's cold voice came from the other end of the phone.
Sure enough, he was angry.
Song Jing leaned back in his chair, crossed his legs, and said, "I'm looking for a banquet."
"Who are you?"
"This is a bit difficult to introduce." Song Jing curled his lips, "I said I am his father, and he said I am his ancestor. Who do you think I am?"