Courtyard House: I'm an engineer, and a fairy godmother transferred me to a different position.

"Ruixue can run by herself now, very steadily. That brat Fengnian snatched his sister's candy again, making Ruixue so angry she cried."

Her words betrayed her deep concern. Her fingers unconsciously circled his shirt buttons.

Liu Guangqi held her hand; her fingertips were warm and soft.

"Meng Yun," he asked softly, "the children are over two years old. Would you like to bring them over?"

Zhao Mengyun was slightly taken aback.

"Why are you suddenly bringing this up? We're both so busy we're constantly on the go, who's going to take care of us if we come here?"

Although she cherishes the time spent with her husband, how can a mother not think about her child? Husband, children, a complete family—she didn't realize it before having children, but now she always feels like something is missing, an emptiness.

She laughed first, a hint of helplessness in her voice: "You don't necessarily want Mom to come and help, do you?"

She just assumed it was another casual remark about the same old topic. In the past, whenever this topic came up, it always ended with the hurdle of both of them having to work and no one to take care of them, and it would eventually fizzle out.

But tonight, Liu Guangqi's voice was unusually calm:

"What if I said I had a solution?"

"What method?"

"I met a high-ranking leader at the college committee meeting today."

"The big boss?" Zhao Mengyun's voice rose slightly.

"Yes, the childcare worker and life assistant have been granted special treatment." Liu Guangqi sat up and handed her the documents he had prepared beforehand. "So, let's bring the child back."

Zhao Mengyun sat up straight abruptly and took the paper. In the dim moonlight, the bright red seal of the General Affairs Bureau of the Academy was clearly visible. Her heart skipped a beat.

"Hikari...is this true? We can hire a childcare worker and a life assistant now?"

Her voice trembled slightly. Hiring a childcare worker wouldn't be a burden with their combined monthly income of over two hundred. A nanny—no, a personal assistant—was also perfectly affordable.

But this has never been about money.

This is a privilege, a status, and organizational recognition. Otherwise, it would be overstepping boundaries and would leave room for gossip. Especially the position of personal assistant, which has always been reserved for high-ranking officials—people of her parents' level.

That was her parents' business; as their child, she never imagined she could have such an arrangement herself.

I never expected my husband to be so young and already receive such recognition.

It's like a dream.

Liu Guangqi smiled and nodded, pulling her back into his arms and letting her lean against his chest.

"The higher-ups said that family matters should not affect work."

As he spoke, he gently stroked his wife's back.

Then he explained his plans:

"Ruixue and Fengnian will be three years old next year, just in time to enter the ministry's childcare center."

"We send them to the caregiver during the day and pick them up in the evening. When we get home from get off work, the two little ones are playing inside."

"How about this?"

Zhao Mengyun buried her face in Liu Guangqi's chest.

I felt a surge of heat well up in my eyes, and I almost burst into tears.

in fact.

She had wanted to bring her child to live with her for a long time.

As a mother, seeing my child only once a week is simply not enough.

Every time I just manage to warm the baby up in my arms, we have to separate again.

Don't be fooled by her decisive departures; only she knows the depth of her reluctance to leave.

But she knew that both she and her husband had jobs, and they couldn't give up their careers just to take care of their child.

and so.

She kept it to herself and never brought it up.

Who would have thought—

The person beside me had already silently arranged everything.

Even the daycare center and childcare workers were taken care of.

The last bit of concern vanished.

Zhao Mengyun raised her hand and gently stroked Liu Guangqi's face with her fingertips, tracing the lines from his jawline to his eyebrows.

"Why would I disagree?"

She suddenly laughed, her voice tinged with a moist nasal tone.

"You're getting more and more ambitious these days. You secretly did something so big without even telling me first. It gave me quite a fright."

I was really startled.

But they also received a heart full of surprises.

Liu Guangqi smiled slightly: "Then it's settled. I'll submit the application in a couple of days."

"We'll pick up the kids this weekend."

The words fell.

He tightened his arms around his wife's waist.

Although Zhao Mengyun had given birth to two children, her figure remained unchanged, and she even gained a more voluptuous charm. She never lacked food, clothing, or daily necessities, and she never stopped using moisturizing lotions, keeping her skin delicate and smooth.

She noticed her husband's actions.

Zhao Mengyun's face flushed slightly, but she didn't pull away; instead, she snuggled even closer into his arms.

The moonlight outside the window was still clear and bright.

And the tender nocturne inside the room has quietly begun a new chapter.

The next morning.

Liu Guangqi didn't even return to his own research lab; instead, he went straight to knock on the door of Director Lin's office.

He briefly explained his purpose: he wanted to go to the Institute of Computing.

The approval came through quickly. Director Lin even asked if it would take a few more days, but Liu Guangqi politely declined with a smile.

Once everything is arranged.

Only then did he feel at ease and take a car straight to the Institute of Computing.

The main gate of the Institute of Computing Technology.

A gleaming black Volga sedan came to a smooth stop.

The guards on duty immediately stepped forward, their posture upright.

The car door opened.

Liu Guangqi got out of the back seat, casually handed over his ID, and had a gentle smile on his face.

"Comrade."

"Could you please check if my ID is still valid?"

The young guard took the credentials.

I glanced down at the photo and the stamp on it and was momentarily stunned. Then I looked up at the person in front of me:

"Committee Member Liu...?"

While he was still in a daze, the captain of the guards behind him, with his keen eyes and sharp mind, first gave Liu Guangqi a standard military salute, and then whispered a reminder to the guard:

"What kind of person are you looking at! You can't even recognize Committee Member Liu!"

After speaking, he turned to Liu Guangqi, his expression solemn: "Chief Engineer Liu's credentials are of course valid; we just didn't recognize him at first. Please forgive us!"

"You did your job well, what is there to apologize for?"

Liu Guangqi took back his identification and asked with a smile, "I'm here today at Professor Lu's invitation. Do I need to register according to the procedure?"

The captain of the guards laughed, "Chief Engineer Liu's credentials are still valid!"

No registration required!

They then opened the gate to let Liu Guangqi's vehicle in.

The car slowly drove into the courtyard of the Institute of Computing Technology.

The institute has a quiet environment with towering plane trees on both sides of the road, exuding a rigorous and calm academic atmosphere.

Liu Guangqi did not go to the familiar computing room.

Guided by his memory, he went straight to the small conference room on the third floor of the office area.

The meeting room door was ajar.

Sunlight slanted in through the window, casting a bright patch of light on the long wooden table, on which lay several thick mathematics monographs.

The words "Approximate Calculation of Integrals" on the cover are particularly eye-catching.

Handwritten formulas were scattered across the manuscript paper, and a faint scent of ink lingered in the air.

That's an atmosphere unique to top researchers.

Liu Guangqi stopped in front of the door.

The room was quiet, with only the faint sound of pages turning.

When Liu Guangqi pushed open the door, the first thing he saw was Professor Lu.

His gaze then fell on the figure next to Professor Lu.

The man was wearing a dark gray Zhongshan suit, was slender, and was looking down slightly, intently flipping through a notebook.

Behind his glasses, his gaze was fixed on the dense formulas on the page, a fountain pen in his hand, occasionally adding a few strokes in the blank spaces.

Liu Guangqi stared intently at the screen, and a thought suddenly struck him.

The face was younger than the photos he had seen in books and newspapers, but the calmness in his eyes and the look of complete immersion in the world of mathematics perfectly matched the image in his memory.

It's him.

Director Hua.

A name known to everyone in the mathematics community.

The meeting room was so quiet it was almost solemn, with only the soft scratching of pens on paper echoing through the room.

Director Hua's hair was mostly white, but his back was ramrod straight, and he was full of energy, showing no signs of old age. His knuckles, from years of writing, were covered with a thin layer of calluses.

At that moment, he was concentrating intently on writing something on the manuscript paper.

"Guangqi, you've arrived."

He suddenly looked up, put down his pen, and a gentle smile appeared on his face.

The way he addressed Guangqi was natural, yet it carried a great deal of weight.

Also from Tsinghua University, this title conveys both the warmth of a teacher towards a junior and an implicit recognition of his abilities.

Director Hua actually stood up from behind his desk and walked over unhurriedly.

His steps were unhurried, yet he possessed a calm aura, a demeanor cultivated over many years of learning and status.

He reached out and firmly grasped Liu Guangqi's hand. His palm was dry and warm, and his grip was firm.

"I've heard your name mentioned quite a bit lately," he said with a smile, his tone light and teasing.

Liu Guangqi was slightly taken aback.

He hadn't expected that this figure, a towering figure in the mathematics world, would speak so simply, even with a touch of humor.

At this moment, Liu Guangqi noticed that Director Hua had a book titled "Approximate Calculation of Integrals" next to him.

He composed himself and responded respectfully:

"Director, you flatter me. My small-scale achievements cannot be compared with your work in laying the foundation for mathematics nationwide."

In fact, during this period, Director Hua held two positions simultaneously—he was both the director of the Institute of Computing and the director of the Institute of Mathematics, thus forming a unique leadership structure.

For this reason, Liu Guangqi never met him at the Institute of Computing Technology.

If Liu Guangqi remembers correctly, the book "Approximate Calculation of Integrals" was a work that Director Hua had just completed not long ago.

The admiration in Director Hua's eyes deepened as he looked at him.

"I carefully reviewed the derivation of the linear programming algorithm you used in the second-generation computer, and the approach is very innovative."

Having had contact with Director Deng in Northwest China, Liu Guangqi can now maintain a calm attitude when facing these textbook figures.

The initial thrill of looking up to a legend gradually subsided, transforming into an indescribable and wondrous feeling—as if standing at a certain point in time, conversing with a living piece of history.

"Director Hua, you flatter me." Liu Guangqi's tone was humble yet composed. "I only gained some inspiration from your 'Introduction to Number Theory,' and it's really not anything innovative."

His gaze was clear, filled with the respect a junior should have for his senior.

After hearing this, Director Hua smiled and patted his arm:

"Young people don't need to be overly modest. Being able to integrate number theory into computer algorithms and break through the bottleneck of computing speed is itself a kind of creation."

At this point, he added earnestly:

"Guangqi, your achievement this time is a great encouragement to our entire Institute of Computing Technology. The second-generation computer was completed several years ahead of schedule. I am very gratified to have a young person like you in our institute."

Professor Lu, who was standing nearby, also leaned in with a smile:

"The director told me yesterday that he plans to include your algorithm in future math textbooks so that students can see how the theory is applied in practice."

Just then, a few restrained knocks came from outside the meeting room.

"Please come in."

The door opened, and Engineer Cheng and Engineer Fu rushed in, their faces beaming with undisguised joy.

"Chief! The institute has brought an award!"

The excitement in his voice brightened the atmosphere of the entire conference room.

Upon hearing this, Director Hua's smile deepened, and he turned his gaze to Liu Guangqi and Professor Lu beside him.

"Let's go, let's go and witness this honor together."

No sooner had he finished speaking than a colleague from the General Office of the Academy Committee appeared at the door.

The man at the head of the group held a dark red brocade box in both hands, with a gold ribbon tied in a solemn knot on its surface. Behind him followed two tall, imposing guards. This solemn formation brought an abrupt silence to the conference room; even breathing could be clearly heard.

The man walked steadily to the long table and placed the brocade box down gently.

"Director Hua—"

His voice was steady and powerful:

"Congratulations to the Institute of Computing Technology on successfully overcoming all the technical challenges of the second-generation transistor computer!"