Fu Song was stunned for a moment. I have always been very calm. Now except for the bones, the rest of the body is soft.

Feeling Xiao Zhumei's hand groping on her body, Fu Song pretended to be nothing, but kept shouting in his heart, and then clicking down...

"Huh? Isn't this my harmonica? I thought you threw it away for me." Xiao Zhumei was surprised and quickly wiped the harmonica carefully with her handkerchief. "Why didn't you tell me earlier? It made me feel distressed for several days."

Fu Song looked at the harmonica in her hand with a loss, why didn't it put it in her pants pocket?

Xiao Zhumei licked her little tongue and said excitedly: "Do you want to hear something?"

Fu Song smiled and said, "I like it as long as it is you blowing."

Xiao Zhumei gave him a light look and put the harmonica under her red lips. The melodious melody of "Baikal" slowly flowed out from her lips...

The phone ringing rang out inappropriately, and Fu Song quickly hung up, but Xiao Zhumei had already put down her harmonica and said with a smile: "Come on, I'll blow it to you when I go back."

Fu Song always felt that these words were a little ambiguous, and he smiled, picked up the phone and called back, "Peterfei, it's you old guy, what's the matter with me?"

Peterfi roared on the other end of the phone, "You bastard, come back quickly! I heard Mills say that your business is done. As a person who has experienced it, I want to tell you a truth. Men cannot be trapped in the land of gentleness!"

Fu Song quickly tilted his head and kept his ear away from the phone. After he finished roaring, he said: "You old guy who relies on your seniority is like a mad dog. Why is it so urgent?"

Peter Fei gasped and said, "Have you read the Wall Street Journal today?"

"Not yet, what's wrong?" Fu Song has been taking care of Xiao Zhumei in the hospital these two days, so he has no intention of caring about the market trend.

Peter Fei started roaring again: "You bastard, I didn't see such important news! F**KYou! Technical analyst Prechter sent a short signal. The market fell sharply after the opening today. Boy, the situation has not been very good in the past two days. The Dow Jones Index has fallen by nearly 100 points this week. I think it will fall in the next few days."

Fu Song smiled and said, "Maybe it's a technical adjustment..."

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Peter Fei, "Bad technical adjustments, you cleared all your positions at the end of last month. Now you are standing and talking without any pain. F**K, I'm late. Do you know how much money I lost? F**K..."

Seeing Xiao Zhumei covering her mouth and laughing, Fu Song hurriedly said, "Old guy, put your mouth clean! I will arrive in New York at the latest tomorrow night, and then go find you immediately."

After hanging up the phone, Fu Song smiled bitterly and said, "A old person with no education."

Peter Fei's voice was very loud. Xiao Zhumei was almost completely different when she heard it. Although she was curious, she smartly chose to pretend to be confused and just asked, "Are you leaving tomorrow?"

Fu Song sighed and said, "I originally wanted to stay for a few more days, and I will leave after you have finished the re-examination."

Xiao Zhumei smiled and said, "I'll just go by myself. If there is a result, I'll call you to tell me, so don't worry."

In the evening, Fu Song invited Guo Heng to dinner in Chinatown.

This trip to Boston was so smooth that without Guo Heng, Fu Song himself would never be able to do it.

After seeing Xiao Zhumei, Guo Heng shrank his neck and smiled and said, "Sister Xiao, are you a little better? It's cold, so be careful of your health."

Xiao Zhumei had already received Fu Song's advice and not to bother Guo Heng, so she glared at him and said with a smile: "I caused you trouble some time ago, I'm sorry."

Guo Heng hurriedly said, "What's the trouble with this? You should do it."

Fu Song said impatiently: "Okay, okay, how long do you two have to be polite? Student Guo, tomorrow is Mid-Autumn Festival, and tonight is considered to be a holiday in advance. I thought Chinese restaurants should have moon cakes, but I didn't expect there were only meat cakes, so just let's just go."

Guo Heng smiled and said, "I'm used to it. Besides, I'm lucky. I ate mooncakes in advance in the consulate last time."

Xiao Zhumei said nervously: "I didn't go to the National Day reception. Will it leave stains on the files?"

Fu Song said: "If you don't want to return to China, the files are just a stack of waste paper. If you plan to return to China, this is a harmless little thing."

Guo Heng just saw their intimate appearance and guessed that they should have reunited. At this time, he heard Fu Song say this again and couldn't help but wonder: "Sister Xiao is not planning to return to China?"

Xiao Zhumei glanced at Fu Song, shook her head and said, "I actually want to study for a doctorate. It's too early to say this. What about you?"

Guo Heng said: "I will definitely return to China after graduation. Hehe, my girlfriend is still waiting for me to go back to get married. By the way, when will you get married?"

Xiao Zhumei didn't know how to answer, so she forced a smile, "No hurry, no hurry."

Fu Song sighed in his heart, and asked Guo Heng a different question: "What are you doing with electrical engineering?"

Guo Hengdao: "My supervisor's research direction is signal processing, mainly doing analog signal processing and control..."

Although Fu Song was completely confused about many of the professional terms that Guo Heng said, he at least knew the words of analog and digital system design, circuit theory, communication, control, computer-aided design and numerical methods, and also knew that these are all current international cutting-edge research fields. It is a pity that he only studied for four years in a master's degree with such a good opportunity to study abroad.

"Aren't you planning to study for a PhD? It's best to study for a PhD in your major so that you can study more deeply."

"My supervisor actually means that. I really want to study, but my girlfriend is not old enough. She is two years older than me and is twenty-five this year. If I were to study for a PhD, I would have to study for at least 6 years. She was 31 at that time."

Fu Song said: "You can take her to the United States to get married."

"Come on?" Guo Heng smiled bitterly, "I can support myself just now. When she comes, we have to have enough food and sleep on the street."

Fu Song didn't know how to answer this, so he could only say: "People in China envy you international students, but who can feel your sadness?"

Guo Heng smiled and said, "You can't say that, it's actually not easy. We eat and use the food of ordinary people in China, sew it out from stitches and threads, and grow it from grains of rice and wheat. We have no right to complain, and we don't have time to complain. There is nothing else, we can only study hard, otherwise we will not be able to sleep well."

Looking at Guo Heng's young face full of confidence and a bright smile, Fu Song felt his eyes itchy and a sour smell surged in his heart.
Chapter completed!