Strive for Science

"How did Mr. Shen know?" Sun Jia was taken aback for a moment, and then laughed. It seems that when he was unconscious, his mother must have called him by nicknames many times.

Thinking of the hardships his parents had suffered all these years for him, even reluctant to eat more meat, Sun Jia's smile was tainted with bitterness, "Yes, my name was Miao Miao when I was young."

But his parents called his name every day, and he still didn't wake up. Seven or eight years passed in such a daze, and his mother was haggard like an old woman, and his father was tired and sick. If he can recover well...

He raised his head and found that Mr. Shen had a very strange expression, as if he had heard something that surprised him.Sun Jia put down the regret and melancholy in his heart, and joked, "Mr. Shen, my nickname sounds strange?"

"No." Shen Changan shook his head, his expression returned to normal, and he changed the subject, "Mr. Sun is leaving today?" He turned his head and saw Sun Jia's parents waiting outside the gate.

"Yeah." Sun Jia nodded, "Before I leave, I want to come and have a look."

He was dragging his suitcase, separated from the busy staff of the Forestry Bureau, and suddenly smiled: "When I was very young, I had a friend who played very well, but I don't know what happened, one day he He disappeared suddenly, and I searched many places, but couldn’t find him. I asked other friends in the yard, and they all said that they had never seen him, and they didn’t know where he moved to now.”

Shen Changan looked at the big tree with yellowed leaves, but didn't speak.

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

"Okay." Shen Changan carefully put the note into the waterproof layer of the wallet in front of Sun Jia, "Don't worry, if he comes back one day, I will give this to him."

"If he has forgotten it, don't give it to him." Sun Jia smiled very cleanly, "I am very grateful to have his company in my childhood, but people will grow up, and the beauty of childhood cannot last forever. friendship, to disturb his current life."

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

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

After patting the trunk a few times, he sighed: "I hope there is nothing wrong with this tree. When I come back, it will have returned to its former appearance."

The yellowed leaves fell gently, and one fell into Sun Jia's palm.

Sun Jia held the leaf in his palm and chuckled, "Goodbye."

The breeze blew the leaves and made a rustling sound.

"It will be fine." Shen Changan looked at Sun Jia under the tree, and suddenly said.

"What?" Sun Jia looked back at him.

"I mean, when you come back next time, this tree will definitely recover." Shen Changan smiled, "Since it can survive the first hundred years, it will naturally survive the second hundred years."

"Yes." Sun Jia put the leaves into his trouser pocket, pulled up the suitcase, said goodbye to Shen Chang'an again, and strode out of the gate.

Shen Changan looked at his back and saw an old couple holding his hand affectionately, and then the family of three slowly disappeared into the corner of the street.

"Oh." Chen Panpan sighed, "It's fine for their family to go to other places. In a small place like ours, something can spread throughout the city. Sun Jia is already 26 this year. Even if he is sane, he still has to stand up It’s better to live anew in another city than to live the rest of your life looking at other people’s strange eyes.”

"Aren't you all watching the fun down there?" Du Zhonghai was lying on the balcony on the second floor, "You guys are surrounded by the tree. The tree isn't dead, so you'll be scared to death by watching it."

"Director Du, we don't gnaw the bark, so we won't scare it to death." Chen Panpan joked with a smile, "We won't blame you for this."

"Someone has to take the blame." Du Zhonghai waved his hand, "Come up, I have something to inform you."

The three trotted upstairs and saw that everyone else was in the meeting room, so they quickly sat down obediently.

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

"When the road was haunted, Xiao Ding and Xiao Shen went to do it last night. The two of you wrote a detailed report. The day after tomorrow, I will pass the report to the propaganda department to clarify the so-called haunted rumors." Du Zhonghai touched Touching the protruding belly, "This is the end of today's meeting, do you have any questions to ask?"

Everyone shook their heads in unison. Every time Director Du held a meeting, he would talk a lot of nonsense. It was already very difficult for them to control their urge to play with their mobile phones, so there was no question to ask.

"Okay, let's adjourn the meeting." Du Zhonghai closed the folder in his hand, "By the way, Xiao Shen came to my office."

Shen Chang'an followed Du Zhonghai into the director's office.Du Zhonghai kindly beckoned him to sit down: "Xiao Shen, are you still used to being in the department these days?"

"The colleagues are very nice, and there is nothing unaccustomed to them."

"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 to say, you can say it directly."

"Alas." Du Zhonghai sighed, "The thing is like this," Your father has sacrificed for the country for more than ten years, and some relics and files about him can be made public.Among the relics of your father, there is a letter for you and your mother, and someone will send it to you. At the same time, they hope to keep the original letter in the Martyrs Exhibition Hall, hoping to let more people know that they are protecting this country. How much did you pay. "

Seeing that Shen Changan didn't speak, Du Zhonghai hurriedly said: "Of course, the letter is a very private thing. If you don't want to make it public, the higher authorities will respect your decision."

"My father is a great hero. He is willing to shed his blood for the country. As a son, how can I be stingy with a letter." Shen Changan lowered his head, "I have no objection."

"Then... After that day, some relics and letters from your father will be delivered, and you...sorry."

Shen Changan returned to his seat, perhaps because he didn't sleep well last night, his head hurt a little.

Less than two years after his father died, his mother also died, and because he was worried about criminals' revenge, he was sent to his grandma's house in the country.

He remembered that the old house in the country was an old-fashioned wooden building, and his elderly grandma always told him that his father was not dead, but that it was Lord Yan who hooked the wrong soul and sent his father to the underworld.

Grandma fed him a lot of so-called spirit water, which was bitter and astringent, with a disgusting smell.He cried and told his grandma that his father had taught him long ago that there were no ghosts or fairies in the world.

But every time he said that, grandma would beat him like crazy, saying that he was not filial and didn't want to save father.

Later, she asked him to drink the talisman water and kneel in front of his father's photo, just because a certain "superior" told her that as long as the junior's filial piety is sincere enough, he can move the heavens and bring the dead back to life.

However, one day passed, one month passed, one year passed, and two years passed, and his father still did not come back. Even in his dreams, he would only see evil spirits who wanted to devour his flesh and suck his blood.

Dad didn't come back, and grandma went crazy.

On the day my grandma went completely mad, the weather was exceptionally fine, and the persimmon trees outside the yard were covered with bluish-yellow fruits that were not yet fully ripe.The scissors in grandma's hand stuck into his shoulder, and she said that she would pick out his lifeline and give it to his father.

Fortunately, my father's comrades in arms came to visit him that day, and after seeing him lying in a pool of blood, they rescued him from grandma's scissors.

He will never forget the rust smell on the scissors that day.Stenchy, pungent, and... near death.

After he was rescued, he was surrounded by many strange uncles, doctors, and his father's comrades-in-arms.An uncle with a broken arm told him boring children's stories while holding his throat, although his voice was frighteningly rough.

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

"Chang'an, are you sleepy?" Ding Yang put a cup of brewed coffee in front of Chang'an, "Come on, drink some coffee to refresh yourself, thank you last night."

Shen Changan took the disposable paper cup and looked up at Ding Yang suspiciously: "Brother Yang, don't smile at me like that. When you smile like that, I feel that I have something to ask of me."

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

"Of course it's written by you who are experienced and knowledgeable." Shen Changan drank a big sip of coffee, smiled innocently at Ding Yang, "Thank you, Brother Yang."

Ding Yang smiled resentfully: "You're welcome."

The screen of Shen Changan's mobile phone on the table lit up, and there was a new message on WeChat. After he picked it up, a smile appeared on his face.

Year: The weather forecast says it will rain today.

He even typed nine characters plus a punctuation mark, rounding up, this is a flying progress.Shen Changan quickly replied to the other party.

Chang'an: Thank you, the weather on my mobile phone is still showing sunny, which is not professional at all.

It took about 5 minutes before the message came back again.

Year: Maybe the weather software used is different.

Is this explaining to him?Thinking of Dao Nian not wanting to talk, but explaining the reason to himself with his mobile phone, the smile on Chang An's face became brighter.

Chang'an: 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 replied a word to the other party for a long time.

Year: Yes.

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