Striving for Science

"How does Mr. Shen know?" Sun Jia froze for a moment, then smiled, and it seemed that his mother had called him the nickname many times when he was confused.

Thinking of his parents' hardship for him all these years, he couldn't even eat too much meat. Sun Jia was bitter in his smile. "Yeah, I was called Miaomiao when I was a kid."

But his parents called his name every day, he didn't wake up, and it was so muddled after seven or eight years, so that his mother was haggard like an old woman, and his father was also sick. If he can do well ...

He looked up and found that Mr. Shen's expression was very strange, as if he heard something that surprised him. Sun Jia let go of the regret and melancholy in his heart and ridiculed: "Mr. Shen, my name sounds strange?"

"No." Shen Changan shook his head, his expression returned to normal, and shifted the conversation, "Mr. Sun will leave today?" He turned his head and saw Sun Jia's parents waiting outside the gate.

"Well." Sun Jia nodded. "Before leaving, I want to come over and see."

He dragged the suitcase, across the busy forestry bureau staff, and suddenly laughed: "When I was very young, I had a very good partner, but I didn't know what was going on. One day he Suddenly disappeared, I found a lot of places, but did not find him. I asked other friends in the yard, everyone said that he had not seen him, and he did not know where he moved now. "

Shen Changan looked at the tree with yellowing leaves and didn't speak.

"I'm leaving, and I don't know when I will come back." Sun Jia handed a note to Shen Changan, "If ... I mean if, if he returns to this place, I ask you Me, please help me hand this note to him, which is my network contact account, even if the mobile phone number is changed, these accounts will not be changed. "

"Okay." Shen Changan carefully placed the note in the waterproof layer of the wallet in front of Sun Jia. "You can rest assured that if he comes back one day, I will give this to him."

"If he has forgotten, don't give him." Sun Jia's smile is very clean, "I am very grateful for his company in his childhood, but everyone will grow up, the beauty of childhood can not become eternal, I don't want to hold it back then Friendship, to disturb his current life. "

"I understand." Shen Changan understood Sun Jia's words and smiled at him, "So, I wish you a safe journey."

"Thank you." Sun Jia put down his suitcase and walked under the big tree. He reached out and touched the rough trunk, showing a nostalgic smile. "When I was a kid, I often played with this little friend under this tree. He also taught me How to climb a tree. "

After taking a few shots of the trunk, he sighed: "I hope this tree is not a big problem, and when I come back, it has returned to what it used to be."

The yellowed leaves fell gently, and one fell on the palm of Sun Jia.

Sun Jia took this leaf in his palm and chuckled and said, "Goodbye."

The breeze blew the leaves and made a whimper.

"It will be fine." Shen Changan looked at Sun Jia under the tree and suddenly opened his mouth.

"What?" Sun Jia looked back at him.

"I mean, when you come back next time, this tree must be restored." Shen Changan laughed, "Since it can live the first 100 years, it will naturally live the second 100 years."

"Yeah." Sun Jia put the leaves in his trouser pocket, pulled up the suitcase, said goodbye again to Shen Chang'an, and strode toward the gate.

Shen Changan looked at his back, watching an old couple hold his hand affectionately, and then the family of three slowly disappeared on the street corner.

"Alas." Chen Panpan sighed, "They or the family can go to other places, our little place, something can spread throughout the city, Sun Jia has been twenty-six this year, even if the mind is sober, It ’s better to live a new life in another city with a different vision. "

"Are you looking at the excitement underneath?" Du Zhonghai lay on the balcony on the second floor. "Several of you are surrounded by trees. The trees that haven't died yet will be scared to death by you."

"Director Du, we don't bite the bark, it won't scare it." Chen Panpan chuckled, "We can't bear this pot."

"The pot always needs someone to carry it." Du Zhonghai beckoned. "All come up. I have something to tell you."

The trio ran upstairs and saw everyone else in the meeting room.

"Recently, you have done a good job in spiritual civilization construction, but you can't be complacent, and you must continue to work hard." Du Zhonghai held a small meeting, and by the way, summarized the work results of everyone in the past month.

"When it was haunted on the highway, Xiao Ding and Xiao Shen went to do it last night. You two wrote a detailed report. The day after tomorrow I passed the report to the propaganda department to let them clarify the so-called haunted rumor." He touched his belly, "This is the meeting for today. What questions do you need to ask?"

Everyone shook their heads together, and every time Director Du had to talk a lot of nonsense, it was not easy for them to control their urge to play with their mobile phones. What else could they ask.

"Okay, let's break up." Du Zhonghai folded the folders in his hand. "Yes, Xiao Shen came to my office."

Shen Changan followed Du Zhonghai and entered the director's office. Du Zhonghai kindly greeted him to sit down: "Xiao Shen, how can you still get used to being in the department during this time?"

"Colleagues are very good, there is no place not used to."

"That's good." Du Zhonghai laughed twice and asked some questions about Shen Chang'an's life.

"Director." Shen Changan looked at Du Zhonghai, who was embarrassed. "If you have anything, you can say it directly."

"Alas." Du Zhonghai sighed, "This is the case," Ling Zun has sacrificed for the country for more than ten years, and some of his relics and archives can be made public. In Ling Zun's relics, there is a letter left for you and your mother, who will send someone to send you over. At the same time, they hope to receive the original letter in the Martyr Exhibition Hall, hoping to let more people know that they are in order to protect this country. How much has been paid. "

Seeing Shen Changan not speaking, Du Zhonghai quickly said: "Of course, letters are very private things. If you are not willing to make them public, your decision will be respected above."

"My dad is a big hero. He is willing to throw his blood for the country. How can I, a son, be stingy with a letter." Shen Changan lowered his head, "I have no opinion."

"Then ... after that day, some of your father's relics and letters will be delivered, and you ... mourn."

Shen Chang'an returned to his seat, perhaps because he didn't sleep well last night and his head hurts.

Less than two years after his father's death, his mother also died. He was sent to the grandmother's house in the country because of fear of retaliation from criminals.

He remembered that the old house in the country was an old-fashioned wooden building. The elderly grandmother always told him that his father was not actually dead. It was Master Yan who got the wrong soul before he let his father go to the prefecture.

Grandma fed him a lot of so-called Soul Rune Water, which is bitter and astringent, with a nasty smell. He cried and told his grandmother that his father had taught him long ago. There were no ghosts or fairy monsters in the world.

But whenever he said that, grandma would beat him like crazy, saying that he had no filial piety and did not want to save his father.

Later, she would let him drink Fushui and kneel in front of his father's photo, only because a "sophisticated person" told her that as long as the filial piety of the juniors was sincere enough, she could be moved to heaven and bring the dead back to life.

However, one day passed, one month passed, one year passed, two years passed, and his father still did not return. Even in his dream, he would only see evil spirits who wanted to swallow his flesh and **** his blood.

Dad didn't come back, Grandma was crazy.

The day grandma went crazy, the weather was exceptionally good. The persimmon tree outside the yard was covered with blue-yellow fruits that were not fully ripe. The scissors in grandma's hand pierced his shoulder and said that he would pick out his lifeline and give it to his father.

Fortunately, Dad's comrades came to visit him that day, and after seeing him falling in the pool of blood, he was rescued from grandma's scissors.

The smell of rust on the scissors that day, he will never forget. Smelly, pungent, and ... close to death.

After he was rescued, he was surrounded by strange uncles, doctors, and father's comrades. An uncle broke his arm, and his voice was scary, but he squeezed his throat and told him boring children's stories.

Since then, he has not been sent back to his grandmother, and he rarely dreams of evil spirits.

"Changan, sleepy?" Ding Yang brought a cup of brewed coffee to Changan. "Come on, drink some coffee to refresh, thank you last night."

Shen Changan took the disposable paper cup and looked up at Ding Yang in disbelief: "Yang brother, don't smile at me like that. If you smile like that, I think something is asking me."

"Hey." Ding Yang rubbed his hands. "That, last night's report ..."

"Of course, it is written by you who have enough experience and knowledge." Shen Changan drank a big sip of coffee and smiled purely at Ding Yang. "Thank you, Brother Yang."

Ding Yang grinned: "You're welcome."

The screen of Shen Changan ’s mobile phone on the table lit up, and WeChat had new news. After he picked it up, a smile appeared on his face.

Year: The weather forecast says there is rain today.

I even typed nine characters and added a punctuation mark, and rounded it up. This is flying progress. Shen Changan quickly replied to the other party.

Changan: Thank you, the weather on my cell phone is still sunny, not professional at all.

After about five minutes, the news came back there again.

Year: Maybe the weather software used is different.

Is this explaining to him? Thinking of Dao Nian's unwillingness to speak, but holding a mobile phone to explain the reason to himself, the smile on Chang'an's face became more splendid.

Changan: I believe in you.

In front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, Dao Nian stared at the phone screen for a long time, pressed back and forth on the screen, and returned to the other person for a long time.

Year: Um.

The author has something to say: Nian: Chatting with humans, so tired ~