I'm really immortal

Liu Changan walked slowly back from the train station. On the way, he met a motorcycle driver chasing him to solicit customers. Liu Changan was puzzled by his enthusiasm and persistence and asked casually what the starting price was.

"What's the starting price for wrapping something? Twenty-five yuan for Pinghetang and thirty-five yuan for Pozi Street. Where are you going?"

"I'll just ask."

"I'm afraid you're a bit too precious... I'm in your room..."

Liu Changan didn't mind either, but it was a pity that he didn't own an electric car, otherwise he thought he could make some money. This driver was a bit shady.

Based on the experience of traveling all over the country, everyone must know that eight out of ten people soliciting customers near transportation hubs are best not to talk to them. Basically, they are not people who meet the traditional life and work ethics requirements of the Chinese people.

Liu Changan lamented that people nowadays are too violent, and looked up at the sun again, thinking that if he wanted to work in such weather, he could understand the main points of the aggression.

Thinking that he would take some time off after the college entrance examination and become lazy. He hadn't run for a long time, so Liu Changan ran back.

"You know what he's like, Yazi is a pretty fast runner. Why don't you go to the Olympics? Run, run, run again, and you'll get a heat stroke later!"

The scolding voice of the scooter driver could no longer be heard. Liu Changan ran through Yuanjialing, the Fire Palace, Furong Square, and Pinghe Hall, which reminded him of the hero running in "Forrest Gump".

He has watched this movie twice, and both times had different feelings. The first time focused on the stupid but legendary experience of the male protagonist, and the second time focused on the heroine Jenny. After watching this movie twice, Liu Changan had some insights again, and at the same time he realized that no matter how long he lived, he would not be able to update his insights on social observation. After all, the new era produced new phenomena that had never been observed in the past.

In Forrest Gump's era, drugs and the like were already common in the United States. Countries that have not been driven to the point of national subjugation by these things will not feel the pain, and will naturally be more indulgent until they are corroded to the point of pain by the overflow of these things. By the time, it must be too late.

The self-destruction of human beings is probably rooted in genes, but we are different. The future of human beings may be self-destruction. If we are the only ones left on the earth by then, it will definitely be meaningless...or not necessarily, if we are the only ones left on the earth. If you are left alone, can you develop into a sufficiently powerful AI machine era on your own? By then, he will be the only biological human being in the era of robots.

Or is there no difference between my current situation and the situation I just imagined? Or is he really an old human being left over from the last human era, who created modern humans to accompany him?

Liu Changan did not dare to look at memories that were too far away. Those memories had been fragmented to the atomic level. With his current mental strength, he could not organize them... This protective state was probably to prevent himself from discovering the truth of the past.

Only by not knowing can we live more peacefully among modern humans. If I recall that the situation I have imagined is true, I don't know what kind of mood I will feel now.

Just like Nuwa came to her pile of clay figures, after a short period of freshness and surprise, she was probably more lonely because she knew that the people around her were not really her own kind.

Liu Changan was thinking about all these things. When he returned to the door, he suddenly laughed. He was a person who wanted to live in the present. Thinking about these things didn't seem to make much sense. Even if it was an epiphyllum, it was beautiful in an instant. Why bother about it? Will eventually be annihilated.

Zhou Dongdong was struggling to move his steps while holding a small table.

There was a hole in the center of the small table, and her head stuck out of the hole. When she stood up, her shoulders lifted the small table, and then she staggered towards the door of Liu Changan's house.

"What are you doing?" Liu Changan found that this was the question he asked Zhou Dongdong most.

"I found the sick table!" Zhou Dongdong stopped, retracted his head from the hole, crawled out from under the table, jumped over and said to Liu Changan as if he was taking credit.

"I thought I saw a square turtle." Liu Changan already knew Zhou Dongdong's intention.

"A turtle crawls on its four legs on the ground!" Zhou Dongdong immediately bent down, put his hands on the ground, and raised his head to look at Liu Changan, "That's it!"

Liu Changan spanked her on the buttocks, and Zhou Dongdong fell to the ground with a cry of "Ouch". The turtle was too round, and its belly was too close to the ground. Zhou Dongdong turned over and danced, jumping and pouting. He said, "Don't bully me!"

"I won't repair this table anymore." Liu Changan has repaired three small benches, two small benches, a broken radio, a short-legged Transformer, a helicopter without propellers, and several other items. The little things were all found by Zhou Dongdong.

Zhou Dongdong seems to have awakened her talent for work: picking up rags.

"The little table is so pitiful. If you fix it, it won't get sick." Zhou Dongdong touched the small table distressedly.

"You will be a primary school student in the next semester. You should understand that the small table will not get sick. And I remember that the small bench that was sick was thrown into the fire by you." Liu Changan said seriously, "Primary school students must mature. , don’t think the small table will get sick anymore.”

Zhou Dongdong frowned. How could he convince Brother Changan to repair the small table?

"The small table is repaired, and we can do our homework together on the small table!" Zhou Dongdong suddenly remembered what he had thought when he picked up this small table, and he and his brother Chang An were doing homework under the sycamore tree. In this way, Zhou Dongdong There is no need for someone to look at a book and be very sad.

Liu Changan thought for a while and decided that this was a good reason, so he went to get the tools.

Zhou Dongdong followed Liu Changan happily because he heard a child in the kindergarten said that her sister had to do a lot of homework every day since she entered elementary school. Zhou Dongdong was a little scared, but if he did homework with brother Changan, he could do it. Help him with the work, and then ask Brother Changan to help with his homework.

Of course, it would be better if they didn't have to go to elementary school. Unfortunately, Zhou Dongdong's children were beaten by Zhou Shuling. Zhou Dongdong also knew that there are some difficult things in children that cannot be avoided and can only be faced.

Liu Changan found a piece of wood and planned to repair the holes in the small table first, and then find cardboard, plastic, and paint to beautify the tabletop. Zhou Dongdong showed great interest in painting, but Liu Changan put her I ran away, and after the paint was finished, I had to hang the table on the tree first.

While he was busy, Liu Changan received a message from Qin Yanan: Bring over the dishes he cooked for tonight.

Qin Yanan went back to find Qin Peng and had been there for more than a month. Liu Changan was not a person who asked too many questions, and he didn't know what relevant information she got.

Liu Changan replied with one word: OK.

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