(A little extra was added after my brother chat. Well, now I think about it, I started writing on September 1 last year, and it has been exactly one year.)

At the age of 15, Yan Su studied his second doctorate at mit. His peers were all in high school, and to him, the word "peer" was equivalent to childish, stupid, and irrational.

For his peers and "old" classmates, he is equivalent to a word - a freak.

He is not the kind of academic master who wears glasses casually and is not careless and cares about the details, and is at the same time between the library and the cafeteria. On the contrary, he is a scholar who dresses very well and is very medieval, and has a medieval style. Everyone calls him a "newly unearthed little gentleman."

The God of Learning never went to the library because when he was 13 years old, he finished reading all the books in the mit library in one summer vacation.

That summer vacation, from 7 a.m. to 9 p.m. every day, groups of college graduate students came to visit and watched from afar: a little boy wearing a small suit and straight back was holding a book, turning it through page by page, changing one book in a few minutes, and reading a bookshelves in an hour.

As a postdoctoral fellow, there were not so many books for him to read.

Fortunately, at the age of 14, he became famous for unlocking the codewords of the terrorist attack at the Capitol and became famous since then. Therefore, when he was studying in mit, he no longer stayed in the library, but began to deal with strange passwords around the world.

So, most of the time when students saw him on campus, he would put his hands in his pockets, frown and think, a gust of wind drifted by, so everyone called him "the distracted like the wind". No one knew that he was actually thinking.

On the day I met Chace, Yan Su sat.

This "knowledge" means something else. They are classmates in the doctoral class, but they have never communicated.

On that day, Yan Su sat at the stone table, drawing a password on the white paper with his left hand and playing chess with his right hand. He played two corners of his opponent and played with himself.

On one hand, the decryption is in full swing, while on the other hand, it is difficult to solve the problem of playing chess with yourself.

He wrote the password and took a step forward. He glanced at him and it was time for him to leave. Just as he was about to move the horse forward, someone held the horse's pawn and pushed it forward, as if he fully understood his thinking.

He looked up and stared at the young man opposite him, dissatisfied and arrogant: "You moved my chess piece."

"Well," Chace didn't seem to listen and made a gesture of asking for help, "It's your turn."

Yan Su raised his eyebrows and was even more unhappy, but after thinking about it, he took the next step. In the blink of an eye, he looked at his password again, but the other party quickly moved the chess, quite fast.

Yan Su's eyes slowly moved over and looked up at Chace.

The latter shrugged and glanced at Yan Su's left hand's password: "Play chess with me, that's going to be put."

Yan Su didn't say anything, and soon took the next step, and the same happened...

So, the passers-by saw the two youngest boys in the doctoral class sitting under the tree, without saying a word, each moving his chess pieces quickly, like fighting swords.

Passers-by shook his head strangely, "Where is playing chess?" Some people think so quickly?"

At the end, it turned into a dead game, no matter how far it was.

Looking at the game of dead chess, Yan Su said the first sentence: "Interesting!" This sentence is equivalent to Chinese: Haha.

"I remember, your name is alexchance?"

Chace nodded: "Yes."

Yan Su nodded: "Your name has grammatical errors, does your father know?"

Chace whined: "It's like this when she was born, there's no choice, right?"

Yan Su raised his eyebrows and said, "Interesting!"

hehe......

When Yan Su was 18 years old, he studied his seventh doctorate in Princeton. This time, Chace did not travel with him. However, the two often made an appointment to play chess, from international chess to Chinese chess, to international checkers, military chess, Go, and even bridge, poker...

Once, the two sat in a cafe, doing their own things with one hand and playing bridge with the other.

When Zhen Li bought coffee, he saw Yan Su, and was surprised that he was willing to play chess with others and walked over.

The two young men were each looking at their books, playing with 4 piles of cards at the same time, and each person played two roles.

Zhen Li: "Two people fight?"

No one paid attention to her.

Zhen Li looked at the sky speechlessly and lowered her head: "hi,s.a."

Yan Su didn't raise his head: "hi,l.j."

Chace quickly looked up at her and then lowered her eyes, imitating Yan Su to say hello: "hi,l.j."

Very handsome boy.

Zhen Li raised his thin eyebrows slightly, Do I know you?

However, she felt that they met many times.

~~~~~~~

s.h.yan extra

s.h.yan doesn't remember the first time he met his father Yan Su. Those things were heard by Grandma Erica many years later—

After two years of separation, Yan Su didn't know if Zhen Ai was still alive.

After remembering her, he immediately looked for Rheid and Lopez and found the files of the Holygold case two years ago. It was a fierce sacrifice but far-reaching battle.

Swat Flying Tigers suffered heavy casualties, and Agent Smith and five FBI agents died. The record was that they destroyed the evil club underground of the church and rescued the bodies of X trapped women and X innocent women. Dozens of people were killed or injured by the other party, and a senior team member code-named Sicily was captured alive, but he committed suicide with a nail while escorting.

Cia found a list of club customers that had not yet been completely destroyed in the operation and sealed it.

As for Bert, he and Zhen Ai fell off the cliff.

The last page of the archive reads: One month of maritime search, and the bodies of Bert and Zhen Ai were caught in the Gulf of New Mexico, and it was confirmed that they were correct.

The file says: The DNA of the male deceased is consistent with the DNA of the semen found in the car on the day Zhen Ai was robbed; the DNA of the female deceased is consistent with the DNA of Zhen Ai’s database.

confirmed!

Yan Su held the file folder tightly, and his heart was as desolate as if standing in the ice field in the extreme night.

He doesn't believe it.

Two years later, the body had been cremated.

He still doesn't believe it. If he doesn't find it himself, he won't believe it.

Where should I find her?

Will she leave him a code or password?

He searched the entire castle and found nothing. But when he saw Yan Xiaosu's big bear and Easter eggs in the attic, he felt a little heartbroken: She likes Yan Xiaosu so much, and can't live without Yan Xiaosu, how could she not take him away?

She left no trace, as if she really didn't exist.

Apart from his memory, there seems to be nothing in the world that can prove that she has existed, and that his true love has existed.

Cia would not give him any information about S.p.a., but he still found clues from several cases with Zhen Ai. Who brought the prank case back into the public eye; Is there something wrong with the survivor of bank robbery and rescue dispatchers; the real housekeeper who disappeared from Silverland; Who asked him to find Zhen Ai, who was in danger of Suqi's murder in the laboratory, and indirectly went to the scene of Suqi's death later?

How can members of an organization like Chace communicate with the internal affairs, and how can an organization obtain various secrets from the outside government?

...

Gradually, he boldly guessed that the organization of s.p.a. should be a mason society similar to that of the Freemason.

If he joins, will he have the chance to know where Bert and Zhen Ai are really going?

On the day he got enough information and made the decision, he flew to the Midwest to find a biological gene scientist friend and asked him to perform surgery on him.

If he wants to join the organization, his appearance will be too hindered.

That friend happened to do experimental research, but there was no real experiment, so he agreed to replace him with another person from beginning to end.

It was eleven o'clock in the morning when I arrived in the central city. The streets were bustling with cars and cars stopped and stopped. My friend talked about his skull perforation experiment, and Yan Su looked out the car window casually.

This winter seems to be very long. The sky is pale, the trees are dry, and the snow on the roadside is thick.

Several college student volunteers handed out flyers on the roadside, and their faces were blown red by the cold wind. A slogan "Caring for the abandoned baby with congenital diseases" was posted on the temporary publicity booth.

Perhaps Yan Su stared at the slogan for too long, a volunteer came over to knock on his car window, and said something, and white mist appeared in his mouth.

He rolled down the car window, and the male student's voice suddenly became clear: "Sir, pay more attention to babies with congenital diseases!" He handed Yan Su a leaflet. It listed a variety of diseases and corresponding ways that the public can give love, and also posted many photos of the baby.

One of them may be that the baby is too beautiful, the photo is particularly large, and one occupies half of the flyer. The baby is about one year old, with small fluffy curly hair in flax and white and transparent face. The cutest one is a pair of big black eyes, black, ignorant and innocent. With its gently pouted mouth, it is so innocent that it is heartbreaking.

He didn't know why the little baby's eyes made him feel inexplicably worried; but its eyes were so familiar that it seemed to look into his heart.

"Is this baby just cute to promote? Or is it sick too?" Yan Su asked.

"Oh, he has leukemia, sir." The volunteer said politely, "he's a cute kid."

"Can't it be cured with chemotherapy and medication?"

"This child is too young and suffers from juvenile monocyte leukemia..."

"Is the surgery not enough?"

"No, we donate with charity."

"Can't find matching in the bone marrow hematopoietic stem cell bank?"

"Yes, the white blood cell antigen in this child's body is very rare. There is no matching love match in the bone marrow bank." The volunteer saw that his temperament and spoke immediately, "Sir, you are willing..."

"Okay." He answered, not waiting for anyone to finish asking.

On that day, Yan Su quickly went to the hospital to donate bone marrow and left quickly. Of course, because he arrived at the hospital, he habitually donated blood.

That night, Yan Su discussed the upcoming operation at a friend's house. A strange public phone call came in.
To be continued...