Strive for Science

After insulting Yao Huailin for a few words, Shen Chang'an deleted him from the vengeance notebook in his heart, and said solemnly, "It's my working time, goodbye."

Seeing Shen Changan running away in a hurry, Yao Huailin stuffed the flyer into the hands of his colleagues.

"Dude, what is this for?"

"Spiritual civilization re-education, take a good look."

"..."

Due to insufficient funds, the office area of ​​the Ministry of Civil Service is rented in an old house facing the street that has been built for nearly 20 years. Apart from the fact that the house is a bit old, there are no major shortcomings. There is a small yard behind the old house , There are a few big trees in the yard, after four or five o'clock in the afternoon, old people often take a small stool to the yard to cool off.

After two o'clock in the afternoon, when it was the hottest time, Shen Changan rode his bicycle into the yard, and saw a dejected young man sitting in the flower bed under the tree. When he locked the bicycle, he couldn't help but look at him more. .

Sensing someone passing by, the young man looked up, and then shrank his neck in fright.

The other party's reaction made Shen Changan couldn't help but touch his face a few times, he looks scary?

Probably the other party also realized that he was overreacting, so he smiled at Shen Changan embarrassedly, and there seemed to be a bit of flattery in the smile.

Shen Changan twitched the corners of his mouth, and returned a polite smile to the other party, feeling that this young man was a bit weird.On the second floor, Gao Shujuan was mopping the floor. Seeing him coming, she hurriedly said, "Stand still!"

She pushed the mop in front of Shen Changan: "Rub the soles on it."

Obediently rubbing the soles of the shoes on the mop, Shen Changan smiled at her and said, "Aunt Juan, I'll help you mop."

"No, you go in and turn on the air conditioner to rest for a while." Gao Shujuan glanced at his face flushed by the sun, but she couldn't make this white and tender face into a pot, otherwise where would she find a little girl to like him?

"It's okay." Shen Changan grabbed the mop and began to bend over to mop the floor. Gao Shujuan saw his neat movements, and praised him, "It seems that Changan, you are at home and often help the elders with housework."

Shen Changan smiled, but did not answer.With good physical strength and quick movements, he quickly mopped up the entire balcony. When he was about to enter the office, he glanced downstairs.The young man with weird behavior was still there. He reached out and touched the biggest tree in the yard, as if talking to himself.

"The young man's name is Sun Jia. His family used to live nearby. After he failed the college entrance examination, he became seriously ill. The family members sold the house in order to treat him. Although he saved his life, his mind became not very good. Alright, talk like a god, and often come here to talk to a tree." Gao Shujuan saw that Shen Changan was looking at the people downstairs, "Maybe he fell ill again today, and his family didn't take care of him, so let him secretly He ran out. Don't be afraid, although this kid has become confused, he has no attack power. I have already called his family, and someone should come to pick him up soon."

"If he's like this...won't you send him to the hospital?" This Sun Jia seemed to be a handsome young man, and it was a pity to live his whole life in such a daze.

Gao Shujuan laughed twice: "Chang'an, how can a child from a big city like you understand that sometimes poor families can't afford those expenses at all. What's more, we don't have a good mental hospital here. If a child is sent to How can parents have the heart to enter that kind of hospital that abuses patients, it is better to rest assured under their own noses."

Shen Changan was startled, and said to Gao Shujuan: "Aunt Juan, you are right, I thought too simply."

"It's okay, if you stay here for a while longer, you will gradually see many things that you have never touched before." Gao Shujuan comforted Shen Chang'an in turn, "Don't worry about it."

Shen Changan pulled the corner of his mouth and smiled, stopped looking at Sun Jia who was talking to himself, and returned to the office. Chen Panpan and Xu Ze had already arrived. Xu Ze was lying on the table reading the newspaper, and Chen Panpan was filling out a paper. sheet.

"Chang'an, are you here?" Seeing him coming in, Chen Panpan put down the pen in his hand, "Did you save the person who was about to jump off the building at noon?"

"He was rescued." Shen Changan sat on his seat, "You also know about this?"

"If something happens in our place, it will spread throughout the city in less than half a day." Chen Panpan curled his lips, "There are still people spreading rumors, saying that this man suddenly jumped off the building after encountering a ghost. .”

"Where do ghosts come from in the world?" Shen Changan took out a promotional booklet on the construction of ideological civilization from a drawer, "Even if there are ghosts, they should be afraid of the sun. It's not always like this on TV. In the morning the rooster crows, When the morning sun rises, all ghosts will disperse. The sun is so strong at noon today, if there are ghosts, are ghosts trying to commit suicide, or men trying to commit suicide?"

"That said, it seems quite reasonable." Chen Panpan took out his mobile phone, "I will use your words to refute those idiots who keep saying there are ghosts."

"When people are fighting against each other, it's hard to convince each other, it will only escalate the quarrel, and then get angry." Shen Changan opened the promotional book, "I don't get angry when others are angry, and there is no one to replace when I get angry. If there are too many, why don’t you reply with one or ok, you are right.”

"I thought you would say that when you can do it, you will never force it." Chen Panpan deleted what he just said, and replied "Oh, all right, you are right."

"I'm a good boy who has received nine years of compulsory education. How can I do anything casually." He pointed to the words "peace is the most important" on the book, "I love peace, and peace loves me."

Chen Panpan: "..."

Chang'an is a man with delicate features, but he has a thick skin.

At around three o'clock in the afternoon, Shen Chang'an heard a woman crying from downstairs. He got up and went to the balcony, and saw a woman with half-white hair crying, holding the arm of that man named Sun Jia.

"Jiajia, you are obedient and go back with mom, huh?"

Sun Jia didn't move, he just stared at the tree in a daze, muttering something.

Seeing her son like this, the old woman suddenly let go of his hand, sat on the ground and burst into tears.This cry was extremely sad, as if it had weighed down her burden and suffering for many years, and finally crushed the last piece of her spine, making her cry without any scruples.

"Jiajia, your father is ill, very seriously ill, if you continue like this, what will you do after I leave with your father, what will you do?!"

The ignorant young man, the old and tired old woman, despair is like the shadow of the canopy that wraps them, and others will never be able to empathize.

Shen Changan felt that he should go downstairs to comfort them at this moment, but his subconscious told him that he couldn't go down at this time.

In the end, the woman who cried hoarsely, dragged her son who had lost her soul, and left step by step. Her back was hunched, and her shadow was pulled into a weird shape by the sunlight.

When getting off work, Shen Changan walked last. He locked the office door. When he went downstairs, he couldn't help turning his head to look at the big tree Sun Jia was leaning against in the afternoon. He stopped and looked up at the tree in full bloom. canopy.

The leaves began to rustle, shaking off several tender green leaves.

Right now...is it windy?

Shen Chang'an looked at the other trees suspiciously. The other trees didn't seem to move?He suspected that there was something wrong with his glasses. He pushed up the glasses and took another look. The other trees also began to shake from side to side.

Stretching out his hand to touch the rough tree trunk, Shen Changan sighed. It turns out that plain glasses can also affect vision, so it seems that he will give up wearing glasses to pretend to be gentle.

"I really hope that young man can recover." Recalling the appearance of the old woman crying in despair, he thought of his mother. The memory of his mother was a little blurred, but he always remembered that his mother always smiled at him gently. He would often kiss his cheek and say to him when he was young: "Baby, go to kindergarten and have fun."

The tree shook even more, and even the trunk trembled.

Shen Changan rubbed his face, could it be that he couldn't even feel the wind because it was too hot today?

I didn't want to cook at night, so I ate something casually before returning to the community.It was getting dark gradually, and the lights in the community were a little dim. Shen Changan met a man holding a faucet head-on.

"Are you...are you alright?" Shen Changan recognized the man as a suicide who was sent to the hospital at noon, and judging by his current appearance, he seemed to have returned to normal.

The man seemed a little embarrassed, he smiled awkwardly: "It's okay."

"Children don't do their homework, you can teach them slowly, don't do extreme things, you only live once." Thinking of the appearance of the child crying while pulling the man hanging outside the window today, Shen Changan endured the pain. I couldn't help saying a few more words, "It's not good to leave a shadow on the child for a lifetime."

"You might not believe it." The man smiled wryly, "I run a car wash shop, and I'm usually tired at work. Although I don't spend as much time with my children as his mother, I definitely wouldn't use such extreme methods to scare my children."

He took a step forward with an inexplicably strange expression: "Do you believe that there are ghosts in this world?"

Shen Changan was relatively close to the trash can, so he took the old faucet in the man's hand and threw it into the trash can. When the faucet fell into the trash can, it made a dull sound.

"Personally, I don't really believe it." Shen Changan sighed, "You are too tired, take a good rest and spend more time with your children."

The man took two steps back, as if a little embarrassed by his sudden approach to Shen Changan, he shook his head and said with a dry smile: "I fell asleep after eating at noon today, and when I woke up again, I found myself lying on the bed. Hospital. My wife and children told me with snot and tears that I was going to jump off the building at noon, and even the firemen and the police came. I have no impression of these things. Now the whole community knows that I can’t figure it out and commit suicide. I’m so embarrassed to even go out.”

"Maybe..." Shen Changan pondered, "You have a problem with sleepwalking?"

"Ah?" The man was stunned. Aren't they talking about haunting?

"Brother, don't shy away from medical treatment. Maybe you've been working too much lately, and because your child lied and didn't do his homework, you're so anxious that you're sleepwalking." He took out a leaflet with the department's slogan and put it in the man's hand, "Be careful Going to bed early and getting up early, exercising, combining work and rest, is more effective than anything else."

"Trust me, you will recover soon." Shen Changan patted the man on the shoulder and smiled gently at him.

Holding the flyer, the man stared blankly at Shen Changan's leaving back. Could it be that he was really too tired?

In the middle of the night, when Shen Chang'an was sleeping soundly, he heard a child making noise in his ear.

"He said he would play with me all the time, why did you take him away?"

"What you say counts!"

"What you say counts!"

Shen Changan opened his eyes in a daze, and saw a child with green hair huddled in the corner of his room, his voice was quite loud, but his expression seemed a little cowering.

Which bear parent did this brainless thing, how could a child of how old be allowed to dye his hair?

Seeing Shen Changan looking at him, the green-haired child was trembling all over, but still stubbornly yelled at him: "Give me back Miaomiao!"

Miao Miao?What seedling?

Pea sprouts or saplings?He must be dreaming.

Shen Changan lay back under the quilt, hadn't dreamed for a long time, did he dream of stealing other people's seedlings?

Could it be that he still has such an unknown hobby in his heart?

The author has something to say: Chang'an: 1. Many problems in the world can be explained by science. If they cannot be explained, it only means that our research is not thorough enough. 2. Children can't talk nonsense, I never do such immoral things as stealing flowers and pinching seedlings.