Siheyuan: tomb robbing? I am serious about hunting.

Chapter 819 Plague

During the rainy season in the south of the Yangtze River, in a small village with blue tiles and white walls, a clear cry broke the rain curtain. When the peasant woman Li gave birth to a baby girl in the firewood room, strange white flowers suddenly bloomed in the room, with crystal water droplets on the petals, exuding a refreshing fragrance. However, this auspicious sign did not last long. When the baby girl was three years old, she suddenly contracted a strange disease. Every time the moon was full, she would have a high fever and would not subside. She would murmur "the flower stem is broken" and "the water is so cold". "I'm afraid this child is entangled by evil spirits." The wandering Taoist counted with his fingers, left a peach wood sword and left in a hurry. The mother hugged her skinny daughter, tears dripping on the child's hot forehead: "Aruo, mother named you Ruoheng, you must live well." Ruoheng grew up to be a beautiful and refined girl when she was sixteen years old. But the strange disease became more and more serious, and her pale face was always covered with a sickly blush. One day, she was washing clothes by the stream, and suddenly heard a melodious flute coming from afar. Following the sound of music, I saw a young man in white sitting against a bamboo in the deep bamboo forest, his jade fingers gently twirling a bamboo flute, his eyes as clear as spring water. "My name is Gu Qingxuan, nice to meet you, young lady." The young man stood up and saluted, his eyes fell on the red rope on Ruoheng's wrist, "Young lady, this knot... is it from heaven?" Ruoheng was stunned. The red rope on her wrist was the one she had when she was born, and it was tied with a golden bell the size of a grain of rice. She had never mentioned it to anyone. The appearance of Gu Qingxuan caused ripples in Ruoheng's life. He would boil medicine for her on full moon nights and use the sound of the flute to dispel her pain; he would take her to the top of the mountain to watch the sunrise, pointing to the sea of ​​clouds and saying, "Ruoheng, look at those clouds, do they look like the jade buildings in heaven?" Ruoheng looked at his gentle profile, and a strange feeling rose in her heart. However, the good times did not last long. A plague suddenly broke out in the city, and strange white patterns appeared on the bodies of the dead, which were exactly the same as Ruoheng's petal-shaped birthmark. The villagers surrounded Ruoheng's house with torches, shouting "The witch is harming people." Gu Qingxuan stood in front of Ruoheng, but was knocked to the ground by a stick. Ruoheng looked at her lover in a pool of blood, and felt a sharp pain in her heart. A warm liquid gushed out of her mouth, dripping on the ground, and instantly bloomed into a large patch of white flowers. "So you are the demoted forget-me-not flower." A black shadow emerged from the source of the plague. It was the fallen immortal who was rescued by the forget-me-not flower. He sneered and said, "Three hundred years ago, you ruined my good deeds. Now I want you to see with your own eyes that this world has died because of you!" It turned out that this plague was caused by the fallen immortal to take revenge on the forget-me-not flower. Ruoheng looked at the villagers struggling in pain and the unconscious Gu Qingxuan, and memories came like a tide. She remembered that she was once the purest forget-me-not flower in heaven, using nectar to soothe injured fairies; she remembered what the Emperor of Heaven said when she was demoted to the mortal world: "See through obsession." At this moment, she finally understood that her obsession was not to return to heaven, but to protect the beauty of this world. "I would like to use the flower spirit as a guide to purify the devil miasma!" Ruoheng's voice was firm and resolute. Her body began to glow, and petals fell from her fingertips, turning into light spots all over the sky. The power of the forget-me-not flower collided violently with the devil miasma, and the whole village was shrouded in dazzling white light. Gu Qingxuan heard Ruoheng's last whisper in a coma: "Qingxuan, if there is an afterlife..." When the first ray of sunlight pierced the clouds, the plague dissipated, but Ruoheng disappeared without a trace. Only in Gu Qingxuan's hand, there was a crystal seed and a red rope tied with a golden bell. Gu Qingxuan buried the seeds by the stream and took good care of them every day. The following spring, a strange flower grew there, with a faint blush on its snow-white petals. Whenever the wind blew, a crisp bell sounded, as if telling of an unfinished love. Three hundred years later, a new forget-me-not flower quietly bloomed by the Wangchuan River. The Emperor of Heaven looked at the flower and nodded slightly: "Only after experiencing the calamity of love can one know the great love. Are you willing to return to heaven?" The flower swayed gently, and a petal fell and turned into a human form. It was Ruoheng. She saluted the Emperor of Heaven: "Your Majesty, although the world is bitter, there is true love. Ruoheng begs to stay in the mortal world and protect this world." From then on, there was a woman in white on earth. She traveled all over the country, using the power of the forget-me-not flower to dispel illness and soothe people's hearts. And whenever night fell, people could always hear the melodious sound of the flute, accompanied by the crisp bell sound, echoing in the wind, telling of the deep love that spanned the three realms.

With the laboratory as the core scene, the film portrays the image of a persistent student protagonist and a mentor who is both a teacher and a friend. By setting up obstacles such as experimental failure and data disputes, as well as plots such as inspiration and teamwork, the film shows the tortuous process and great significance of scientific research discoveries. Molecular Trek The chemistry laboratory at three o'clock in the morning was filled with cold white light. In Lin Shen's white coat pocket, the third can of energy drink was already cold. He stared at the test tube spinning in the centrifuge. The water droplets condensed on the wall of the glass tube slowly slid down along the spiral lines, which looked very much like his scientific research progress in the past six months - seemingly moving, but actually spinning in place. "The graphene composite catalyst is still inactive." Lin Shen crossed out a line of data in the experimental record book, and the tip of the pen poked a small hole in the paper. The senior at the next table yawned and packed up his equipment: "Give up, the tutor group has been tossing this topic for three years. If they can really make a breakthrough..." Before he finished speaking, the laboratory suddenly shook violently, the emergency lights lit up instantly, and heavy rain poured outside the window. The thunder made the fume hood buzz. Lin Shen subconsciously protected the lab table, but saw the black suspension in the petri dish emitting a strange blue light. The light twisted like a living thing, outlining fine lines on the surface of the liquid, like some unknown molecular structure. His heartbeat suddenly accelerated, and he grabbed the camera and took pictures frantically, leaving wet fingerprints on the lens with his fingertips. "Xiao Lin!" Instructor Chen Mo pushed open the door, his white shirt soaked by the rain, "The transformer at the school gate was struck by lightning, hurry up..." The old man's voice stopped abruptly, his eyes fixed on the petri dish. When the blue light faded, he trembled and picked up the pipette: "Take five microliters of sample and do XRD analysis immediately!" The moment the X-ray diffraction spectrum unfolded on the screen, Lin Shen felt that his breathing stopped. Those sharp diffraction peaks pointed to an impossible result - a new two-dimensional crystal structure appeared in the experimental system, and its atomic arrangement was neither graphene nor any known carbon-based material. Chen Mo's pipe made a harsh sound in the ashtray: "Repeat the experiment, and the allowable error range must be controlled within 0.01%." For the next three months, the laboratory became Lin Shen's cage. He repeatedly adjusted the reaction conditions and stayed in the argon protection box for more than ten hours. Once, in order to observe the growth of crystals at extremely low temperatures, he operated in a liquid nitrogen environment at -196℃, and only found that his fingers had lost consciousness after the reaction was over. When the data of the 78th experiment finally matched the first one completely, he fell asleep on the laboratory table, and his dreams were full of jumping molecular formulas. On the day when the paper was submitted to Nature, Lin Shen's hands hung on the keyboard for ten minutes.