I'm really immortal

Zhongqing saw Liu Changan walking out of the study and sitting down on the sofa in the viewing corridor. Watching Zhou Dongdong and Shangguan Dandan playing around, Zhongqing brought the tea set and brewed a pot of local wine for Liu Changan. green tea.

There are quite a number of middle-aged and elderly people who do not pursue famous brands when drinking tea. They just love the rough taste of local tea brewed in large enamel cups when they were young.

The cup is thick and big, and there are inevitable traces of paint and porcelain peeling off it. There are also circles of brown tea stains inside, which cannot be washed away. I just pick some tea leaves from the tea jar and sprinkle it in. I don’t pay attention to how to wash the tea. Just soak in boiling water, blow on it and drink... Oral cancer is also common.

Of course Zhong Qing was not this dirty. The enamel cup she brought to Liu Changan was also produced in recent years, and had the slogan "Working people are the most glorious" on it.

This green tea is indeed relatively rough. Grandma picked the tea leaves from a few tea trees at her home in the countryside. After stir-frying, she rubbed them and dried them in the sun. She gave some to Zhongqing.

Zhong Qing usually likes to drink this kind of tea, and has never given it to Zhu Juntang, but when he saw Liu Changan, he thought it would be a good idea to use it to entertain Liu Changan.

"Tasty." Liu Changan took a sip of tea and nodded.

It’s not that this tea is good, it’s just that many times when evaluating something, it’s not just its main attributes that affect the perception. The taste of the tea is just that, but if it can evoke people’s memories, thoughts, and feelings, that’s not bad.

Zhongqing felt a little happy, a feeling he often felt when he was praised by his third wife.

She stood aside, quietly observing Liu Changan, and thinking about it carefully, there was no sharp contrast between his appearance now and the first time she met him...even though her favorability towards him was completely different.

Many people change one set of clothes and another look, and when they meet, people will feel completely different. In fact, their temperament is too thin, and they cannot support an independent image by themselves.

This situation is common in some idol dramas. A domineering president who is in trouble or hiding his identity is decadent and downcast when he and the heroine meet for the first time. When they meet again, the occasion and clothing are changed, and it is as if they are a different person. Taking advantage of this Contrast and contrast to create a sense of anticipation are already the ultimate skill of some screenwriters... The vast majority of screenwriters for film and television dramas are a hundred times behind mid-level online writers in terms of plot rationality, plot creation, and creation of a sense of anticipation and excitement. position.

Zhongqing looked at Liu Changan, the young man who was wearing ragged pants and moving bricks at the construction site, and the man she was now very happy to serve tea and water for. She didn't feel like he was a different person at all. There was no huge difference in temperament. .

What changes is only his own mentality and cognition, rather than his temperament and aura being changed by external dressing up and environment.

This kind of person is too strong inside and has a stable state of mind. The impression he leaves on others is his own person and his strong personality charm, rather than being like some people who are just remembered and said, "Oh, That X president of XX company."

Zhongqing actually thought of Zhujuntang from this. In fact, when he thought of Zhujuntang, Zhongqing's impression was not a label like "the third young lady of the Zhu family", but a "fairy". Zhongqing really thought that Zhujuntang was a "fairy". A completely different species from ordinary girls. When she was bullied by Liu Changan because of Zhu Juntang, she angrily declared to Liu Changan that Zhu Juntang was a "fairy" and she could not be treated as an ordinary girl.

Zhongqing saw Liu Changan finish a cup of tea and pour him another half cup. He saw the corner of his mouth slightly raised as he watched Zhou Dongdong and Shangguan Dandan play happily.

Zhou Dongdong flapped the wings of the plane and ran in front, while Shangguan Dandan chased behind him on a small wooden horse. Zhongqing found that whenever Shangguan Dandan turned his head to look at Liu Changan, Liu Changan would turn his head expressionlessly, pretending not to care at all. Pay attention to Shangguan Dandan's appearance.

Shangguan Dandan would look at Liu Changan from time to time. If she felt that Liu Changan was looking at her, she would stop and touch the little wooden horse as if nothing had happened. If Liu Changan didn't look at her, she would kick the little wooden horse very fast and put her mouth in her mouth. He also imitated the sound of the horse and kept running behind Zhou Dongdong.

Zhongqing laughed and bent down, pressing the lapel on his chest, "Have a barbecue date tonight? The public account of the barbecue restaurant we often go to sent a message that fresh whole tan sheep have come into the store."

"Okay, then you can make a reservation and leave us at least two legs of lamb, a lamb chop or something." Liu Changan felt that he hadn't had a barbecue in a long time.

"I'll pick you up when I'm done." Zhongqing looked at Zhou Dongdong and Shangguan Dandan and said. Fortunately, he was considered a middle-income group. It was really stressful for ordinary working-class people to treat these three people to a barbecue.

What's more, Liu Changan sometimes packs things, probably for Zhou Shuling.

At this time, Zhu Juntang came out of the study and saw Liu Changan and Zhong Qing from a distance, so he came over on a balancing car.

She held a tablet in her hand and stood in front of Liu Changan fully prepared.

"Is it finished?" Liu Changan was a little unconvinced. The full text of "Guan Ju" is very short, but like Zhu Juntang, who, like Zhou Dongdong, spends most of his homework biting his pen or secretly watching TV, he often wastes a lot of time. Take up 90% of the homework completion time.

Zhu Juntang turned on the computer, and after unlocking it, a text document was displayed, with ten full texts of "Guan Ju" neatly displayed on it.

Liu Changan shook the enamel cup in his hand. Fortunately, he was a person who was very good at controlling his emotions and did not roll the cup into a ball.

How innocent is the cup? Instead, you can grab Zhu Juntang's waist, shoot her out of the window, fly into the universe, and become a fairy flying in the sky.

"Calm down." Zhu Juntang tentatively patted Liu Changan's shoulder to comfort the scary tiger... As soon as he saw Zhongqing standing next to Liu Changan, Zhu Juntang couldn't help but think of the idiom "the fox fakes the tiger's power". The key is that the tiger and the The story of the vixen and the whip.

"I asked you to copy it ten times, that's it?" Liu Changan felt that he would change many habits in the future. For example, he always liked to watch Zhou Shuling beat children. Thinking about it, it would not be interesting if Zhou Shuling was gloating and waiting for him to beat Zhu Juntang. experience.

"I typed it out myself for the first time, and I typed using Chinese Pinyin! It can improve my Chinese Pinyin level and remember the correct pronunciation of words. I copied and pasted the next ten times." Zhu Juntang was generous. He admitted, "You copied what you said ten times. Isn't copying and pasting just copying?"

After saying that, in order to prove that he copied and pasted, Zhu Juntang pressed the "undo" button, and the article "Guan Ju" disappeared directly. If it was typed one by one, only one character would disappear.

"Don't be impatient." When Zhongqing saw Liu Changan was about to get up, he quickly pressed Liu Changan's shoulders. But when he pressed his shoulders, he suddenly felt the strong and impactful force of the man. As expected, this man was somewhere. These aspects naturally have a strong charm for women, which makes Zhong Qing's heart skip a beat.

Zhu Juntang threw away the tablet, crossed his hands in front of his chest, and couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief. Although Zhongqing was a little vixen who stood on the tiger's side, he still knew how to protect himself at critical moments. Zhu Juntang gave Zhong Qing gave him an appreciative look.

"Third Miss, just copy it ten times with pen and paper. Even if it takes twenty minutes to write an article, you can copy it slowly and do it bits and pieces. I will accompany you to write it. I will definitely finish it by night. I'll send it to him for examination." Zhong Qing persuaded him earnestly.

"Wait a minute, please listen to my reasoning first." Zhu Juntang was unwilling to write it ten times by hand? Then her beautiful hands, which are only used to display superpowers, will definitely grow a lot of calluses, which is terrible.

"You want to reason with me?" Liu Changan nodded. He is a person who is very willing to reason with me.

Unless others have finished explaining their reasoning and he has nothing to say, in most cases other than that, he will listen to the conversation calmly.

"You just told me that literature is actually an entertainment thing, and writing is the focus of spreading and promoting the development of civilization. Writing and typing are actually the same. Do we still need to rely on writing to spread and promote the development of civilization? This is a It’s an inefficient way, far inferior to typing.”

Zhu Juntang glanced at the expressionless Liu Changan, took a few steps back, and then said: "Think about it, there are ten thousand Harry Potters in the eyes of ten thousand people. Everyone writes in different fonts. There are also errors in the process, which often lead to fallacies in information dissemination, which have a great impact. It is said that the First World War was caused by the British handwriting being too ugly, and Hitler thought the British were scolding him..."

"Third Miss, if you want to be reasonable, just be reasonable and don't quote scriptures." Zhong Qing saw that Liu Chang'an was still expressionless, but Zhu Juntang was obviously in more danger and quickly tried to save him.

"In short, typing is the focus now. Writing is just an entertainment skill, such as calligraphy. I can recite "Guan Ju" or type it out in its entirety. I can understand and remember it myself, and I can also use electronic media. Spread it accurately and promote the inheritance and development of civilization. Why do you still need to copy it ten times in such a backward and inefficient way as handwriting?" Zhu Juntang pointed to his tablet, "Do you think this is true?"

Liu Changan took a sip of tea, put down the cup, and clasped his hands on his chest. What Zhu Juntang said made sense. Of course, he could refute her. For example, he would make her familiar with the structure of fonts during the copying process.

Chinese characters are a kind of pictographic characters. Only by becoming familiar with the structure of fonts can we better understand the creative ideas of characters and the "picture meaning" contained in the poetic sentences composed of characters. Only in this way can excellent characters be more scientific and more beautiful. The ability to disseminate accurate and more effective information, Chinese characters are the best writing in the world...in every sense of the word.

"Okay, I won't copy today." Liu Changan changed his mind. Let's do it step by step. Zhu Juntang is not good at anything else. She always talks about fallacies and heresies. Since she wants to be reasonable, rather than wallowing and talking, There is a certain truth to it, then Liu Changan will give her face, so that he will not beat her indiscriminately.

As for copying, she must be willing to copy in the future. This tradition cannot be lost.