Strive for Science

"Good name."

Shen Changan once read in an article that the pleasant voice gives people the impression that the clouds are rolling and the clouds are relaxing, and the breeze is blowing over the green mountains and green waters, and the rings are ringing.

Before, he thought it was just an exaggerated rhetorical technique of literati, but at this moment, he finally understood that those articles were not deceiving, it was because of his lack of knowledge.

He stared blankly at Dao Nian for several seconds, before saying after a long time: "So... you can talk."

Dao Nian was silent again.

Liu Mao explained with a smile: "Our husband doesn't like talking very much, please forgive me."

Shen Chang'an nodded in understanding. With a disability, it is possible to be unable to participate in many interesting activities, become taciturn or even hate talking.

However, if a person keeps holding back without speaking or communicating with others, there may be some psychological problems.

"Mr. Dao Nian, if you don't like to talk, you can communicate with me online." Shen Changan squatted in front of Dao Nian, took out his mobile phone, "Let's add a WeChat."

Dao Nian looked at the cell phone Shen Changan was holding, expressionless, then turned to look at Liu Mao.

Liu Mao quickly took out a mobile phone from his arms, and put both hands in Dao Nian's hands: "Sir, you use this."

"You add." Dao Nian handed the phone to Shen Changan.

The voice is so nice, the face is so good-looking, and they are all carbon-based organisms. Why is there such a big difference?

The mobile phone is brand new, and there are almost no traces of use. Apart from the software that comes with the system, the desktop of the mobile phone does not even have a single entertainment software.

"Mr. Daonian hasn't registered a WeChat account yet, may I register one for you?"

Dao Nian nodded slowly.

After registering the account and adding friends, Shen Changan smiled at the other party: "Then I'm going home, see you next time."

The corners of Dao Nian's lips moved, as if he wanted to smile at him, but the arc of the smile was too small to be ignored.

Shen Changan didn't care about these things with him, he waved his hands, and walked out of the alley gracefully, the street lamps cast a long shadow behind him.

"This Mr. Shen is quite enthusiastic, haha." Liu Mao laughed dryly, carefully examining Dao Nian's face.

"En." Before closing his eyes, Dao Nian finally spit out such a word.

After eating a large box of barbecue, I was hungry before midnight.Shen Changan got up and made a bowl of noodles by himself. Halfway through eating, he heard heavy footsteps downstairs, but the footsteps sounded a little strange.

He put down his chopsticks, picked up a baseball bat on the wall, and opened the door a crack. There was no one outside the door, and the sound of footsteps seemed to come from the third floor.

The cat stooped out of the room, walked lightly to the stairs, and looked down.

It doesn't matter if you don't look at it, but you are shocked when you see it. The person in the stairwell is not a thief or a drunk drunk, but an old man downstairs wearing a practice suit.

The old man was still carrying the Tai Chi sword on his back, and his body was dusty, as if he had rolled on the ground.

"Master, are you alright?" Putting the baseball bat to the corner, Shen Changan rushed downstairs in three steps at a time.

The old man's body was stiff. He supported the railing of the stairs, looked at Shen Chang'an who jumped in front of him, and patted the dust off his body: "It's you, why don't you sleep in the middle of the night?"

Seeing the old man's reaction, Shen Chang'an understood that this old man must have lost his way or fell down for a while, but he wanted to save face and was unwilling to admit such a thing.He tactfully stopped asking, and stretched out his hand to support the uncle: "I just felt hungry, so I got up and made a bowl of noodles to eat."

This time the old man didn't push him away.

After helping the old man back home, Shen Chang'an found that there were eight trigrams pictures, statues of the Patriarch of the Three Qing Dynasty, and a tablet of immortals in the other's house.

It seems that he is a devout Taoist believer, no wonder he often wears exercise clothes and carries a Tai Chi sword on his back.

"Master, have you eaten yet?" In order to prevent the old man from becoming angry, Shen Changan carefully sized him up, and after seeing no obvious trauma on his face or hands, he offered to serve him a bowl of noodles .

The blood vessels and brain of the elderly are very fragile. After a fall, they can't see anything for a while. If the disease occurs in the middle of the night and no one is watching, it will be troublesome.

His meddling habit may have followed his father's lead, so he had no choice but to meddle in his own business when the old, weak, sick, and disabled were left alone.

"Eating so many things in the middle of the night is not good for health." The uncle snorted coldly, "No eggs, less oil, and a handful of green vegetables."

Shen Changan: "..."

Eating noodles and green vegetables in the middle of the night is health preservation. How different is it from dancing all night and soaking goji berries in a thermos?

Walking into the kitchen, Shen Changan started to boil water and opened the refrigerator to look for ingredients.

Although the old man lives alone, there are quite a lot of things in the refrigerator, especially those neatly arranged pill bottles, which fully occupy the middle floor.

Not daring to let the old man eat too much accumulated food at night, Shen Changan cooked some more dishes, and when he brought the noodles to the table, the old man had already changed into clean clothes and made him a cup of tea.

Holding this cup of steaming tea, Shen Changan was a little flattered.

The tea was very fragrant, so refreshing that he drank the whole glass of water without knowing it.

"In the future, when you go to other people's homes, you can drink whatever others give you. Young people need to be more careful." The old man put down his chopsticks, wiped his mouth and said, "I'm done eating, you can go wash the dishes."

Shen Changan: "..."

Forget it, respecting the old and loving the young is the traditional virtue of the Chinese people.He picked up the bowl and went into the kitchen to clean up the pots and bowls. When he turned around and saw the old man sitting at the dining table without moving, he asked, "Grandpa, the tea you make tastes pretty good."

The old man looked at the young man who was happily washing dishes in the kitchen, and snorted softly: "The tea made with thousand-year-old Ganoderma lucidum must taste good."

Millennium Lingzhi...

It turned out that the old man not only had a weird temper, wanted face, but also liked to brag.After tidying up the kitchen, Shen Changan didn't try to expose the other party's lies, but just praised with a smile.

"Because you like it so much, I can give you a box." The old man took out a wooden box from the cabinet and stuffed it into Shen Chang'an's arms, with a look of "young people who have never seen the world".

"That's so funny."

"If you don't accept me, do you look down on me?" The eccentric old man became unhappy again.

Of course, Shen Changan and Shen Changan could only accept it with a smile.

After receiving the things, Shen Chang'an stayed at the old man's house for another hour or two cheeky. Seeing that the old man's complexion gradually returned to normal and he had the strength to roll his eyes, he knew that the old man must be fine.

Then he was kicked out by the old man.

The old man stood inside the door, pressing his hand on the door, with displeasure written all over his face: "My surname is Zhang, don't call me uncle, am I not worthy of a name?"

Bang, the door closed again in front of Shen Changan.

You have such a big temper, of course you have a name, but you didn't tell me your name.Shen Chang'an returned home with the "Millennium Ganoderma" that Uncle Zhang forcibly stuffed him, and fell asleep in a daze.

It's two or three o'clock in the evening, and I have to go to work tomorrow.

The next day, Shen Chang'an, who suffered from severe sleep deprivation, came to the office and saw Ding Yang looking at him narrowly: "Chang'an, what did you do last night, your complexion is so rosy and shiny."

"Stop joking with me." Yawning, Shen Changan sat down on his seat, "Last night, the old man who lived alone downstairs was covered in dust. I was afraid that something might happen to him, so I stayed with him until midnight before going back to the room." sleep."

Ding Yang leaned close to Shen Changan and took a look. There were no dark circles under his eyes, no haggardness, and his skin was so good that one would suspect that he had gone for a facial.

"Your skin is in such good condition after staying up all night, you are a public enemy." Ding Yang sat down on the table and whispered, "Hey, did you hear that?"

"What?" Seeing Ding Yang's mysterious expression, Shen Chang'an said, "You have won a prize of tens of millions."

"If I really win the lottery, what work do I have to do?" Ding Yang cut out, "I'm talking about Corn Village. Do you still remember the time when we went to Corn Village and it rained heavily?"

"Well, then what?"

"Didn't I tell you that someone was waving to stop a car on the road, and it turned out to be a tree stump?" Ding Yang lowered his voice, "But recently, several people have been saying that that section of the road is haunted, and several drivers saw a man waving , said to let them take a ride, he wants to go back to see his wife and children. In the end, guess what, when they drove the car to the destination, there was no man in the car who wanted to go home to see his wife and children. He... disappeared out of thin air .”

"Have you heard about this too?" Chen Panpan came over and took out his phone, "Our local Weibo account is also talking about this, but the article has been deleted because it involves the promotion of feudal superstition, fortunately I have a quick eye , took a screenshot in advance."

Listening to Ding Yang chatting with Chen Panpan in more detail, as if he had seen the scene with his own eyes, Shen Changan got up and made himself a cup of strong tea. The tea was brought by Sister Juan from home. The work is complicated and boring. If you don't rely on some tea to refresh yourself, everyone will probably fall asleep on their desks.

Half an hour later, Ding Yang received a call from Director Du, asking him to go out to work at night.The purpose is to deal with the incident of the male ghost blocking the car circulating on the Internet, to find the scientific truth for everyone, and to dispel rumors about ghosts and gods.

"Yes, I have to work overtime again." Ding Yang wailed, "Father Chang'an, can you accompany me to the scene to shoot tonight?"

When begging for help, Ding Yang is very principled, the principle is to ask his father to do things that can be done, and he will never call him grandpa.

Seeing his pitiful appearance, Shen Changan pondered: "I don't have such a timid son as you."

"At noon, I'll treat you to Malatang, Dad Chang'an, please love me again."

Chen Panpan sighed beside him: "Chang'an has only been on shift for a month, and he has already accompanied your useless son to go out to work several times. You should show some face."

Gao Shujuan shook her head when she heard this, the young people nowadays are really not particular, they recognize their fathers randomly when they open their mouths and shut their mouths.

In the end, Shen Changan still ate the Mala Tang invited by Ding Yang, and agreed to accompany him for a walk at night.

After returning home, Shen Changan felt a little thirsty, so he unscrewed the mineral water on the coffee table and drank half of the bottle in one go.

After drinking it, he suddenly remembered that this bottle of water seemed to be given to him by Dao Nian.

Opening WeChat, Dao Nian's avatar is still the gray photo that comes with the system, and his name is a word he entered yesterday: Dao.

Chang'an: Mr. Daonian, have you had dinner yet?

The other party didn't reply to him, Shen Changan didn't mind, and continued to send messages to the other party.

Chang'an: I have to work the night shift tonight, so I'm destined to stay up all night.

Chang'an: I wish you a good dream at night.

For those who are unwilling to communicate with others, appropriate text communication may help him to some extent, but excessive enthusiasm will make the other party resist.

After sending these few messages, he stopped sending them any more, and changed into a set of long clothes and trousers, waiting for Ding Yang to come to him.

After nine o'clock in the evening, Ding Yang's car arrived outside the community. Shen Changan got in the car and saw that Ding Yang had a picture of the Eight Diagrams, a statue of Guanyin and a cross hanging around his neck.

Look at his hands holding the steering wheel, there are red strings, Buddhist beads, and Pixiu jade beads.

"You...won't you even wear the red belt?"

"As expected of a high-achieving student from a prestigious university, you can even guess this." Ding Yang patted his chest pocket, "Especially the photos of great men, this one must not be forgotten."

Shen Changan: "..."

"Forget it, let me drive."

With such a large string of things on your wrist, don't come to challenge driving, which requires technology.

The author has something to say: Chang'an: There are so few rational and normal people around me, I feel so tired.