Strive for Science

"Go back." Dao Nian looked at the thick fog in the night with a sleepy expression, as if nothing in the world could arouse his interest, "No need to see you."

Liu Mao's eyes showed a bit of worry, but he didn't dare to go against Dao Nian's intention, took out a token from his bosom, threw it out of the car window, and melted into the endless fog.

Soon the thick fog cleared, and the street lamps on the street seemed to become brighter.

Not long after the car drove away, a dilapidated bus came staggeringly from the street. I don't know if there was a bell attached to the car, and it kept making tinkling sounds.

Accompanied by the ringing of the bell, several vague figures appeared under the bus stop sign. They lined up and squeezed into the dilapidated bus with paint peeling off one by one.

Carrying Uncle Zhang back to the community, Shen Changan saw that Uncle Zhang was unhappy, and asked in a low voice: "Uncle Zhang, I'm going to get some vegetables, don't close the door first."

"No, I won't take such a big advantage." Uncle Zhang waved his hand, "Go back to sleep."

"Then you should have a good rest at night." Shen Changan saw that although he was depressed, he was still in good spirits, so he went upstairs with confidence, and fell asleep on the bed after taking a shower.

When he woke up the next morning, he felt refreshed all over his body, and even his eyes seemed to be brighter.Too lazy to cook in the morning, he made himself a bowl of egg and vegetable noodles, and rushed to the office after eating.

He felt that he should buy a vehicle for himself. Although walking to and from get off work every day is good for his body, it is not conducive to him sleeping in. It will be winter in two or three months, and Wuming City is an area without heating, so life is hard.

Entering the office, Shen Changan smelled a smell of deep-fried dough sticks. He searched around and saw a white porcelain plate and a mug in front of Xu Ze. However, instead of bread and steak, the plate contained fried dough sticks cut into sections. .

He is so particular about drinking soy milk and eating deep-fried dough sticks, he is indeed the delicate boy in their office.

Realizing that Shen Changan was looking at him, Xu Ze wiped the corner of his mouth: "I still have one here, do you want to eat it?"

"Thank you, no need, I had breakfast at home." Shen Changan glanced around, and found that Aunt Juan, who usually came the earliest, was not here today.

Seeing that Shen Changan didn't eat, Xu Ze didn't force it either. By the time he finished a plate of deep-fried dough sticks, it was just one minute before work time.

Seeing that Xu Ze cleaned up the desktop within a minute and put the folders in front of him, Shen Changan had a vague feeling that these young colleagues of his were actually talents.

Ding Yang, who is cowardly, but always goes out to work at night, Xu Ze, who is exquisite but likes hot pot with soy milk and deep-fried dough sticks, and Chen Panpan, who is extremely well-informed. These three people may be strange in other departments, but in This place is incomparably suitable and harmonious.

Aunt Juan didn't come until the end of get off work at noon.Shen Changan was about to ask Chen Panpan why Aunt Juan didn't come today, when he heard an old man calling his name outside.

"Shen Chang'an, who of you is Shen Chang'an, come out quickly!"

Judging by the tone, it doesn't seem very friendly.Chen Panpan, Ding Yang, and Xu Ze all turned their heads to look at Shen Chang'an, their eyes were half worried, and there was a little bit of excitement that could not be concealed.

Shen Changan: "..."

Tomorrow is going to be a holiday, and he has just been here for over a month, who would come here to trouble him?Countless thoughts went through his mind, he got up and went to the balcony and looked down. An old man with a ruddy complexion in a white coat and blue cloth trousers was standing downstairs with one hand on his hip, full of imposing manner, looking like he was looking for trouble. look.

Shen Changan was a little confused. Although he was not a rare genius, he also had a brain that was admitted to a prestigious school. In his memory, he had never seen this old man before. How could he come to trouble him?

"Master, what can I do for you?" Although he was puzzled in his heart, Shen Changan still spoke with a smile.

The old man stared at Shen Chang'an for a few seconds, the anger on his face disappeared, and he forced a smile, which seemed a bit awkward: "Hi, I'm here to find Shen Chang'an, can you let me see him."

Ding Yang and the others who ran out to watch the fun were a little puzzled. Judging from the tone of the old man, it seemed that he had a big enmity with Shen Changan, but judging by the way he talked to Shen Changan, it was clear that he didn't know Shen Changan, even the one who forced it out The smile also carries a bit of flattering meaning.

Yang asked Xu Ze in a low voice, "What's going on?"

Xu Ze shook his head: "I don't know."

The old man didn't have the energy to look at Ding Yang's expressions. He looked at Shen Chang'an flatteringly: "My little brother, this is what happened. You have Shen Chang'an here who bullied a little grandchild of our family. I This time, I want to seek justice from him."

"Little grandson?" Shen Changan was very sure that he did not have the bad habit of bullying children, "May I ask how old is your grandson...?"

"He is... six years old this year." Speaking of this, the old man became angry again, "I have to ask him to explain this clearly. If I don't explain clearly, I will complain to his superiors."

Ding Yang, Xu Ze, and Chen Panpan all turned their heads and looked at Shen Changan as if saying, I didn't expect you to be such a man.

Shen Changan: "..."

He saw that the old man didn't seem to be deliberately deceiving, so he could only ask: "Is there any misunderstanding?"

"Is there any misunderstanding, because of him, my little grandchild has lost a lot of hair. You don't know, our family...it is very difficult for our family to have a child. If the child has such a big problem, we are the elders. Can you feel bad?"

Shen Changan: "..."

I am not, I am not.

"Look, can you let me go to Shen Changan and settle the account?" After saying this, the old man smiled flatteringly at Shen Changan again, as if Shen Changan nodded or shook his head on this matter, which was very important to him.

"Master, I think there may be some misunderstanding about this matter. I have only been in Wuming City for more than a month. I have only done things like helping children pick up toys, and I have never bullied children." Shen Changan smiled wryly, "Otherwise, You always bring your grandson here and ask him if he has admitted the wrong person?"

The old man's expression froze, and even his voice changed: "You, you are Shen Chang'an?"

Shen Changan pushed the glasses on the bridge of his nose: "Master, I am Shen Changan."

The old man stared blankly at Shen Changan for nearly half a minute, then suddenly changed his tone and said with a dry smile: "At first glance, my brother is not the kind of person who bullies children. My little grandson said that the person who bullies him is full of flesh and looks. You are ugly, but you are handsome and full of blessings, you are definitely not that Shen Changan."

Shen Changan: Huh?

"I'm sorry to disturb everyone, and I'm leaving." The old man turned around and walked out. When he was close to the gate, he even ran out.

"This old man...runs quite fast." Ding Yang patted Shen Changan's shoulder with lingering fear, "Fortunately, this old man is not a single-minded person. If he insists that you bullied his grandson, every day If you come here to make noise, then you will be in trouble in the future."

"I just said that Chang'an doesn't look like a person who bullies children." Chen Panpan remembered Shen Chang'an beating the hooligans like cats, and coughed dryly, "Even if you go to beat the hooligans, you can't beat the children."

The old tree with nutrient solution hanging in the yard swayed in the breeze, and a few leaves swirled in the air and fell to the ground.

"But you are unlucky enough, this kind of thing can happen to you." Ding Yang patted him on the shoulder sympathetically, "Go and worship God if you have nothing to do."

"If worshiping God is useful, what work do I have to do?" Hearing the word "worshiping God", Shen Changan's expression was a little indifferent, "When it's time to get off work, everyone will go home for dinner."

"Yes, get off work and get off work."

In the director's office, Du Zhonghai was holding a teacup, watched through the window a few young people rushing away, and shook his head amusingly.

Touching the bald top of his hair, Du Zhonghai went to the balcony, looked outside for a while, and then went home slowly to eat.My wife is in a good mood today, and she made roasted pork ribs with potatoes. He has to go home and eat them.

When Shen Changan returned home, he found that the door of Uncle Zhang's house was closed, and no one answered when he knocked on the door. He guessed that he might have gone out, so he only cooked a meal for himself, and sent a few messages to Dao Nian after eating. .

Through his unremitting efforts, now Dao Nian has been able to reply to him often. Although the reply is not many words, this spirit is worthy of recognition.

Going back to work in the afternoon, Aunt Juan still didn't come to work. I heard from Chen Panpan that Aunt Juan's sister lived in the country, and something serious happened in the past two days. Aunt Juan asked for leave to go back to the country to visit her sister.

Shen Changan sent a text message to Aunt Juan, but Aunt Juan was probably busy, so she didn't reply him.

After getting off work in the afternoon, Shen Changan didn't go home directly, but went to the supermarket.

He pushed the shopping cart and texted Dao Nian.

Chang'an: Daonian, do you have any taboos?

Year: None.

After these few days of communication, the friendship between Shen Chang'an and Dao Nian has developed to the point of calling them by their first names. For a person who has no desire to communicate with others, this is a rapid progress, which is gratifying.

Chang'an: Is there any fruit you particularly like to eat?

Year: no

Chang'an: Then I'll just look at it and buy it. If you come over early tomorrow, I can make you some appetizing snacks.

Year: Good.

When the reply was good, there was an extra period than never. It seemed that Dao Nian was very happy about coming to his house as a guest.

Dao Nian put down his phone, leaned lazily on the soft bed, raised his index finger, and motioned for the person standing in front of him to continue talking.

"Sir, the foul air in the north has appeared, and some evil spirits have been born. The celestial masters among humans have already rushed over. Some celestial masters have set up altars. We..."

Dao Nian said, "No, do things by yourself."

"Mr. is right. We can't get used to the problem of human beings praying to gods and worshiping Buddha." Liu Mao said, "This kind of thing can be handled by themselves. If they really can't handle it well, the underworld will take action. Don't be nervous."

Dao Nian glanced at Liu Mao and nodded slightly.

Although human beings often say that they are the people of the gods, don't they also often say that being spoiled is like killing a child, and that pampering is harming?

So they do this for the benefit of human beings.

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