Striving for Science

"Good name."

Shen Changan has seen in the article that the nice sound gives people the feeling that it is like clouds and clouds, the breeze blowing over the green mountains and the green water, and ringing Dingdong.

He used to think that this was just a rhetorical exaggeration of literati, but at this moment, he finally understood that the articles were not deceptive, because he had too little knowledge.

He stared blankly at Daonian for a few seconds, and said after a long time: "It turns out ... you can talk."

Daonian was silent again.

Liu Mao explained with a smile: "Our husband doesn't like to speak very much, please forgive me."

Shen Changan nodded in understanding, suffering from a disability, and was unable to participate in many interesting activities. It was possible to become silent and even hate talking.

However, if a person keeps not talking or communicating with others, some psychological problems may occur.

"If Mr. Dao Nian does not like to talk, he can communicate with me online." Shen Changan crouched in front of Dao Nian and took out his mobile phone. "Let's add a WeChat."

Dao Nian looked at the mobile phone held by Shen Changan, expressionless, and then turned to look at Liu Mao.

Liu Mao quickly took out a mobile phone from his arms and put his hands into Daonian's hands: "Sir, you use this."

"You add." Daonian handed the phone to Shen Changan.

The sound is so nice, the face looks so beautiful, it's all carbon-based creatures, why is the difference so big?

The mobile phone is new, and there are almost no signs of use. Apart from the software that comes with the system, the mobile phone desktop does not even have an entertainment software.

"Mr. Dao Nian has not yet registered a WeChat account, shall I register one for you?"

Daoian nodded slowly.

After registering a good account and adding friends, Shen Changan smiled at the other party: "Then I will go home, see you next time."

Dao Nian's lips moved, and he seemed to want to smile at him, but the radius of this smile was too small to be negligibly small.

Shen Changan would not care about this with him, waved his hand, and walked out of the alley wisely, and the street lamp pulled a long shadow behind him.

"This Mr. Shen is quite enthusiastic, haha." Liu Maogan laughed twice and carefully surveyed Dao Nian's complexion.

"Huh." Dao Nian finally spit out such a word before closing his eyes.

After eating a large box of barbecues, I was hungry in the middle of the night. Shen Changan got up and made bowl noodles by himself. Halfway through the meal, he heard heavy footsteps downstairs, but the sound of the footsteps sounded a bit off.

He put down his chopsticks, picked up a baseball bat on the wall, and opened the door. There was no one outside. The sound of footsteps came from the third floor.

The cat walked out of the room with his waist. He walked lightly to the stairs and looked down at the probe.

It doesn't matter if you don't look, and when you look at it, the person in the stairwell is not a thief or a drunk drunk, but an old man downstairs wearing a practice uniform.

The old man also carried the Tai Chi sword on his body, and he was gray, like he was rolling on the ground.

"Uncle, are you okay." Putting the baseball bat to the corner, Shen Changan made three steps and went downstairs in two steps.

The old man's body was stiff. He leaned on the railing of the stairs, looked at Shen Changan who was leaping in front of him, and patted the dust on his body: "It's you, why don't you sleep most of the night?

Upon seeing the reaction of the old man, Shen Changan understood that this old man must have been confused, and lost his way or wrestled for a time, but he also had to face, not willing to admit such a thing. He stopped asking questions, and reached out to help his uncle: "I just felt hungry, so I got up and made bowl noodles."

This time Grandpa did not push him away.

After helping the old man back home, Shen Changan found that the other party's house had a gossip map, a statue of the Sanqing Patriarch, and a fairy card.

It seems to be a devout Taoist believer. No wonder he often wears practice clothes and carries a Tai Chi sword.

"Uncle, have you eaten yet?" In order not to make the old man annoyed, Shen Changan carefully looked at the other party. After not seeing obvious trauma on his face and hands, he offered to give him a bowl of noodle .

The blood vessels and brains of the elderly are very fragile. After wrestling, you can see nothing for a while. If the disease strikes halfway through the night and no one is watching, it will be troublesome.

He might have followed his dad's troubles, but he had no choice but to care about the old and the weak.

"Eating so many things in the middle of the night is not good for your health." The uncle snorted coldly. "No eggs, no oil, just add a handful of green vegetables."

Shen Changan: "..."

Eating noodles and green vegetables in the middle of the night is to maintain health. How is this different from jumping all night and using a thermos to soak goji?

Entering the kitchen, Shen Changan began to boil water and opened the refrigerator to find ingredients.

Although the old man lives alone, there are still a lot of things in the refrigerator, especially those neatly arranged medicine bottles, which fully occupy the middle layer.

Not afraid to let the old man eat too much food at night, Shen Changan cooked some more dishes. When he brought the noodles to the table, the old man had changed into clean clothes and made him a cup of tea.

Holding this cup of steaming tea, Shen Changan was flattered.

The tea was very fragrant, so fragrant and refreshing that he unknowingly drank the whole glass of water.

"Go to other people's homes in the future and drink whatever you want. Young people need to be more considerate." The old man put down his chopsticks and wiped his mouth. "I'm done, you can wash the dishes."

Shen Changan: "..."

Forget it, respecting the elderly and loving children is the traditional virtue of the Chinese people. He picked up the bowl and went into the kitchen to clean up the pots. When he turned around and saw that the old man was sitting still at the dining table, he asked, "Uncle, your tea tastes pretty good."

The old man looked at the young man who washes the dishes in the kitchen and hummed: "Tea made with millennium ganoderma lucidum certainly tastes good."

Millennium Ganoderma ...

It turned out that the old man not only had a strange temper, but also wanted to save face, but also like to brag. After tidying up the kitchen, Shen Changan didn't go through the other party's lies, but smiled and praised them.

"For the sake of your favorite, I can give you a box." The old man took a wooden box from the cabinet and stuffed it into Shen Changan's arms, with a look of "Young people have never seen the world."

"That's so embarrassing."

"You don't accept it, don't you look down on me?" The old man with a weird temper started to be upset again.

Of course, Shen Changan and Shen Changan could only accept it with a smile.

After accepting things, Shen Changan stayed in the grandpa's house for an hour or two with a cheeky face. Seeing that the grandpa's complexion gradually returned to normal, and the strength to roll his eyes, he knew that the grandpa must be fine.

Then he was kicked out by the old man.

The uncle stood in the door and pressed his hand against the door. His face was all unhappy: "My surname is Zhang, don't call me uncle, do I not have a name?"

Wow, the door closed again in the face of Shen Changan.

You are so old-tempered, of course, with a name, but you did not tell me your name. Shen Changan took home the "Millennium Ganoderma" that Uncle Zhang forced him to go home, and fell asleep.

It's two or three in the evening, and I have to go to work tomorrow.

The next day, when Shen Changan came to the office with severe sleep deprivation, he saw Ding Yang staring at him narrowly: "Changan, what did he do last night, his face was so rosy and shiny."

"Don't joke with me." After yawning, Shen Changan sat down in his place. "Last night, my old man living alone downstairs was covered with dust. I was afraid that he might have an accident. I accompanied him to the room until midnight. go to bed."

Ding Yang looked closely at Shen Changan, no dark circles, no haggardness, and his skin was so good that he suspected that he had gone for beauty treatment.

"The skin condition is so good after staying up late, you are a public enemy." Ding Yang sat down on the table and whispered, "Hey, have you heard?"

"What?" Shen Changan looked at Ding Yang with a mysterious look, "You have won a million prizes."

"If I really win the prize, what kind of work do I have?" Ding Yang cut out. "I'm talking about Corn Village. Do you remember when we went to Corn Village and it rained heavily."

"Um, then?"

"I'm not telling you, someone beckoned and stopped on the road, and finally found it was a stump?" Ding Yang lowered his voice, "but recently several people have said that the road is haunted, and several drivers saw men beckoning He said he would go back to see his wife and children. Guess what, when they drove the car to their destination, there was no man in the car to go home to see his wife and children, he ... disappeared out of thin air . "

"Did you hear about it?" Chen Panpan came over and took out his mobile phone. "Our local Weibo public account is also talking about this, but the article has been deleted because it involves feudal superstition. Fortunately, my eyes are fast. , Cut the picture in advance. "

Listening to Ding Yang and Chen Panpan chatting more and more in detail, as if he had seen the scene in person, Shen Changan got up and made a cup of strong tea for himself. The tea was brought by Sister Juan from home and tasted average, but it was refreshing. My work is complicated and boring. I do n’t rely on tea to refresh me. I ’m afraid everyone is going to sleep on the desk.

Half an hour later, Ding Yang received a call from Director Du and asked him to leave the field in the evening. The purpose is to deal with the incidents of male ghosts blocking cars on the Internet, find the scientific truth for everyone, and eliminate rumors like ghosts and gods.

"Come on, you have to work overtime again." Ding Yang wailed, "Dad Chang'an, you will accompany me to the scene tonight, OK."

When asking for help, Ding Yang has a principle in particular. The principle is that what Dad can do is never called Grandpa.

Seeing his pitiful appearance, Shen Changan pondered: "I don't have such a timid son as you."

"At noon I invite you to eat hot and spicy, Dad Changan, you love me again."

Chen Panpan said with emotion: "Changan only came to the last month's class and has accompanied your waste son to work several times. You can make a face."

Gao Shujuan shook his head straight. The young people nowadays really don't pay attention to it.

In the end, Shen Changan still had Ding Yang's spicy hot food and promised to accompany him at night.

After returning home, Shen Changan felt a little thirsty. He twisted the mineral water on the coffee table and drank half a bottle at a stretch.

After drinking, he suddenly remembered that this bottle of water seemed to have been given to him in Dao Nian.

Opening WeChat, Dao Nian's avatar is still a gray photo that comes with the system. The name is a word he entered smoothly yesterday: Dao.

Changan: Mr. Daonian, have you eaten dinner?

The other party did not return to him, and Shen Changan did not mind, and continued to send messages to the other party.

Chang'an: To work overtime tonight, it is destined to stay up all night.

Changan: I wish you a good night's dream.

For people who are unwilling to communicate with others, proper text communication may help him a bit, but excessive enthusiasm will make the other person resist.

After sending these messages, he stopped sending messages and found a pair of long trousers and put them on, and waited for Ding Yang to come to him.

After nine o'clock in the evening, Ding Yang's car arrived outside the community. Shen Changan got on the car and saw a gossip chart, Guanyin statue and a cross on Ding Yang's neck.

Looking at his hand holding the steering wheel, there are red ropes, buddha beads, and brave jade beads.

"You ... would you even wear the red belt?"

"I really deserve to be a talented student at a prestigious university. I can guess even this." Ding Yang patted the chest pocket. "Especially the photo of the great man, this must not be forgotten."

Shen Changan: "..."

"Forget it, let me drive."

With such a large string of things on your wrist, don't challenge the technical need of driving.

The author has something to say: Changan: There are too few sane and normal people around me who are so tired.