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The grandparent and grandson found a seat and sat down opposite each other. Han Xiaodong finally told the old man the truth about his affairs this time.

Of course, he still has some reservations about the matter of K and Xiaobai. After all, this fact is a bit too unbelievable, and he thinks it is a bit difficult for the old man to accept it, so he only talked about what Fang Zhou is doing, and the things he has with himself. Enmity and resentment.

These things stunned the old man. After all, even from Han Xiaodong's mouth, such things about alien civilizations sound too bizarre.

In other words, if it wasn't from Han Xiaodong's mouth, the old man would even think that the person sitting in front of him must be a lunatic talking nonsense.

After explaining the background, Han Xiaodong told the old man about his whereabouts this year, and the chat took nearly two hours.

After listening to Han Xiaodong's narration, the old man thought for a while, but didn't say anything, but stood up and took out a small board behind the cash register.

Then, on the small board, write: "The owner has something to do, and the business will be closed for one day." It was stamped on the door.

After returning, he sat across from Han Xiaodong again, and asked with a puzzled look: "What kind of world is that world you are talking about? Your grandfather and I are old, and for such mysterious-sounding things, accept it." It's a bit slow. I need you to have a general statement, for example, the animal world? The plant world? The alien world? Or the World of Warcraft? Can you describe it?"

When Han Xiaodong heard that the old man even talked about World of Warcraft, his eyes widened. Although, there are not many people playing this game now.However, at Mr. Qiu's age, it is not easy to know this word.

But after thinking for a while, he shook his head slightly: "It's really hard to describe. It's very abstract: it's small, but it's also big; there are few things in it, but there are many. How should I say it? It's like Although your noodle shop is not big, you can eat food from all over the world. Of course, my metaphor is not very accurate, but I can only describe and explain it roughly."

Grandpa Qiu smacked Han Xiaodong's words carefully, and finally concluded: "Can I understand that, you just ran into the TV. It's just that you have a lot of channels on this TV. You press the remote control, and you will be I can experience a kind of life. So, it’s small, but it’s big, and there are few things, but there are many things, is that what you mean?”

Han Xiaodong thought about Grandpa Qiu's words in turn, nodded, and shook his head again: "That's right, your metaphor is similar to mine, and it means this. But that world is much more mysterious than this metaphor. Something about the laws of the world.

It is very macroscopic, but if you put things in it, it seems to be able to solve all problems. It is very broad, like a huge library, and it covers almost everything. I can't say it well.

By the way, it’s like cooking. Whether it’s noodles, steamed buns, or steamed buns, they are all made with noodles. Although the types of noodles are different, the things they make are different.

However, after all, these things are noodles, and it is telling you the principles of noodles. As long as you master these principles, you can make any pasta you want. "

Grandpa Qiu listened to Han Xiaodong's description, and showed a look of distaste on his face: "Aren't you doing anything else? First cooking, then making pasta, how did I cultivate such a natural idiot like you? Talk to you , the more I talk, the hungrier I get."

After finishing speaking, Grandpa Qiu turned and went into the kitchen, leaving Han Xiaodong sitting on the seat alone, with an innocent face on his face: "Isn't this all for you to understand? If you tell the zoo about this, I will hold a banana and example of bamboo."

Grandpa Qiu brought out two dishes of side dishes from the kitchen, and with a flick of his finger, a peanut fell directly on Han Xiaodong's head, making him ouch.

Immediately afterwards, Grandpa Qiu sat across from him and said, "Talking to the people in the zoo, you also eat. This is a year of hiding in that weird place. Are you hungry?"

After finishing speaking, Grandpa Qiu put two dishes of side dishes in front of Han Xiaodong, went into the kitchen and ordered two bowls of noodles, and then sat down again.

"Why do you call it that world? The name sounds weird." Mr. Qiu asked a little puzzled as he stirred the noodles in the bowl with his chopsticks.

At this time, Han Xiaodong had already started to eat eagerly. Just as Mr. Qiu said, he hadn't eaten anything at all during the year in that world.

Although he didn't feel uncomfortable because of hunger, the glutton would come out to protest from time to time, and now he smelled the scent of noodles that he hadn't seen for a year, how could he wait, and he ate it without a trace of image .

"What's that called? It's not right. That world is completely different from ours. I said it's different. It's not the same as the earth, but it's different from the universe we live in. However, it almost understands us. All the rules and things of this universe. Even, it still has the rules and things that our world has never mastered. It has an inclusive relationship with us. I really can’t think of a name that can effectively describe him. It can only be called that world. gone."

With his mouth full of noodles, Han Xiaodong explained vaguely.

Grandpa Qiu nodded silently. Although he didn't fully understand what happened to Han Xiaodong, he at least understood that what the child in front of him went through might be something that he would never understand in his entire life.

Some old people always have a special kind of tolerance towards children. This kind of tolerance comes from the heart. They seem to be born with a strong tolerance towards children. No matter what the children do, they will not be particularly demanding on them.

Mr. Qiu is such an old man, he will not force Han Xiaodong to explain what he cannot explain, let alone expect to get from him what he does not have.

He just wanted to chat with this child more, and it would be great if he could help him, but if he couldn't help, treat it as a chat between grandparents and grandchildren, at least let Han Xiaodong have a relatively relaxed time, and don't have to be so nervous all the time.

There was almost nothing to talk about in that world. Grandpa Qiu watched Han Xiaodong swallow a bowl of noodles, and then began to drink the noodle soup in the bowl.

I couldn't help shaking my head slightly, and sighed helplessly: "If your master is still here, you will definitely be beaten to death by him if you look like this."

Han Xiaodong shrunk his neck subconsciously. He knew that the older generation actually valued rules very much.It's just that he himself never takes this seriously, and he feels that since this is already the case, there is no need to bother to pick up those old rules.

Just as he drank the last mouthful of noodle soup, he suddenly heard Grandpa Qiu say, "By the way, don't say I didn't tell you, that kid Wang Hao married his little girlfriend."