"Go back." Daonian looked at the thick fog in the dark night with a sullen expression, as if nothing in the world could arouse his interest, "No need to meet."
Liu Mao's eyes showed a bit of worry, but he did not dare to go against Dao Nian's meaning, took out a token from his arms, threw it out of the car window, and melted into the endless thick fog.
Soon the thick fog cleared, and the street lights on the street seemed to be brighter.
Shortly after the car drove away, a dilapidated bus came swaying from the street. I wonder if the bell was tied to the car, and it kept making a jingling sound.
Accompanied by the bell, a few vague figures appeared under the bus stop sign. They lined up and squeezed into the dilapidated bus in turn.
Carrying Uncle Zhang back to the community, Shen Changan saw that Uncle Zhang was gloomy, and asked in a low voice, "Uncle Zhang, I'll go get some green vegetables, don't close the door yet."
"No, I don't take such a big advantage." Uncle Zhang waved his hand, "Go back to sleep."
"Then you have a good night's rest." Shen Changan saw that although he was depressed, he was in good spirits, so he went upstairs with confidence, and slept on the bed after taking a shower.
When he woke up the next morning, he felt refreshed and even his eyes seemed to light up. He was too lazy to cook in the morning, so he made himself a bowl of egg and vegetable noodles, and hurried to the office after eating.
He felt that he should buy a means of transportation for himself. Although walking to and from get off work every day exercised his body, it was not good for him to sleep in late. In two or three months, it would be winter. Wuming City is an area without heating, and the days are hard.
Walking into the office, Shen Changan smelled the smell of fried dough sticks, looked around, and saw a white porcelain plate and a mug in front of Xu Ze, but instead of bread and steak, the plate contained fried dough sticks cut into pieces. .
Drinking soy milk and eating fried dough sticks is so particular, he is indeed a delicate boy in their office.
Seeing that Shen Changan was looking at himself, 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 first, was not here today.
Seeing that Shen Changan didn't eat, Xu Ze didn't force it. When he ate up a plate of fried dough sticks, it was just one minute before work time.
Shen Changan saw that Xu Ze cleaned up the desktop within a minute and put the folder in front of him, and vaguely felt that these young colleagues of his were actually talents.
Ding Yang, who is cowardly to death, but always goes out to work at night, Xu Ze, who is exquisite but likes soy milk fritters hotpot, and Chen Panpan, who is extremely well-informed, these three people may be strange in other departments, but in This place is very suitable and harmonious.
Aunt Juan didn't come until she got 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 Changan, who is Shen Changan, come out to me!"
Hearing this tone, it doesn't seem very friendly. Chen Panpan, Ding Yang, and Xu Ze turned their heads to look at Shen Changan, half of their eyes were worried, and there was a little bit of a lively emotion that couldn't be concealed.
Shen Changan: "..."
Tomorrow is going to be a holiday, and he has just been here for more than a month. Who would come to trouble him? Countless thoughts ran through his mind, and he got up and walked to the balcony to look down. An old man with a ruddy face in a white coat and cyan trousers stood downstairs, with one hand on his hips, full of momentum, looking like a man looking for trouble. look.
Shen Changan is a little confused. Although he is not a genius that is rarely seen in a hundred years, he also has the brain to be admitted to a famous school. In his memory, he has never seen this uncle. How could he come to trouble him
"Master, what's the matter with you?" Although he was puzzled, Shen Changan still smiled.
The old man stared at Shen Changan for a few seconds, the anger on his face disappeared, and he forced out a smile, looking a little awkward: "Hello, I'm here to find Shen Changan, can you let me see him."
Ding Yang and others, who ran out to watch the excitement, were a little puzzled. Listening to the tone of the old man, they seemed to have a big hatred with Shen Changan, but from the way he talked to Shen Changan, he clearly didn't know Shen Changan. The smile was also somewhat pleasing.
Yang asked Xu Ze in a low voice, "What's the situation?"
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: "This little brother, it's like this, you have a Shen Changan here who bullied a junior grandchild in our family, I This time, I want to seek justice from him."
"Junior grandchildren?" Shen Changan was very sure that he did not have the bad habit of bullying children, "Excuse me, how old is your grandson... how old is it?"
"He's... six years old this year." Speaking of this, the old man became angry again, "I have to ask him to clarify this matter. If he doesn't make it clear, I will ask his superior to complain to him."
Ding Yang, Xu Ze, and Chen Panpan turned their heads in unison, looking at Shen Changan as if saying, I didn't expect you to be such a man.
Shen Changan: "..."
He didn't look like the old man was deliberately deceiving, so he could only ask: "Is there any misunderstanding in the middle?"
"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. When such a big thing happens to the child, we can be the elders. Don't you feel bad?"
Shen Changan: "..."
I am not, I am not.
"Look, can you ask me to find Shen Changan and settle the account?" After saying this, the old man smiled at Shen Changan again, as if Shen Changan nodded or shook his head, it was very important to him.
"Master, I think there may be some misunderstanding in this matter. I just came to Wuming City for more than a month, and I only helped children pick up toys, and I have never bullied children." Shen Changan smiled bitterly, "Otherwise, You always bring your grandson here and ask him if he has mistaken someone?"
The old man's expression froze, and even his voice changed: "You, you are Shen Changan?"
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 mouth and smiled dryly: "Looking at the little brother, he is not the kind of person who bullies children. My little grandson said that the person who bullied him was full of flesh and looks. You are so ugly, and you are handsome and blessed, you are definitely not that Shen Changan."
Shen Changan: Huh
"I'm sorry to disturb you all, and I'm leaving." The old man turned around and walked out. When he approached the gate, he even ran out.
"This old man... ran quite fast." Ding Yang patted Shen Changan's shoulder with lingering fears, "Fortunately, this old man is not a single-minded person, in case he insists that you bullied his grandson, come every day. It's noisy here, and you'll be in trouble later."
"I just said that Chang'an doesn't look like someone who bullies children." Chen Panpan remembered how Shen Changan beat the hooligans to meow like a cat, and coughed dryly, "Even if you 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're unlucky enough, this kind of thing can happen." Ding Yang patted him on the shoulder sympathetically, "If you have nothing to do, go and worship God."
"If it's useful to worship God, what kind of work do I still go to." Hearing the word "Worship God", Shen Changan's expression was a little light, "When the time comes to get off work, we all go home for dinner."
"That's right, get off work."
In the director's office, Du Zhonghai held a teacup, watched a few young people rush away from the window, and shook his head amusedly.
Touching the top of his bald hair, Du Zhonghai walked to the balcony, looked outside for a while, and then went home for dinner. My wife is in a good mood today and made pork ribs with potatoes. He has to go home and eat them quickly.
When Shen Changan returned home, he found that Uncle Zhang’s door was closed, and no one answered the door. He guessed that he might have gone out, so he only cooked for himself, and after eating, he sent a few messages to Daonian as usual. .
After his unremitting efforts, Daonian has been able to reply to him frequently. Although there are not many words, his spirit is still worthy of recognition.
When I went back to work in the afternoon, Aunt Juan still didn't come to work. I heard from Chen Panpan that Aunt Juan's own sister lived in the countryside. It seemed that something major had happened in the past two days. Aunt Juan asked for leave to go back to the countryside to visit her sister.
Shen Changan sent a text message to Aunt Juan. Aunt Juan was probably busy, so she did not reply to him.
After get off work in the afternoon, Shen Changan did not 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: No.
After these few days of exchanges, the friendship between Shen Changan and Daonian has grown to the point of calling them by their first names. For a person who has no desire to communicate with others, this is a flying progress, which is gratifying.
Chang'an: Do you have a favorite fruit
Year: no
Chang'an: Then I'll buy it. Come over early tomorrow, and I can make you some appetizing snacks.
Year: Good.
When the reply was good, there was an extra period. It seemed that Dao Nian was very happy to be a guest at his house.
Daonian put down his phone, leaned against the soft collapse lazily, raised his index finger, and motioned to the person standing in front of him to continue.
"Sir, the filth appeared in the north, and some evil spirits were born. The celestial masters in the human race have already driven over, and a celestial master has set up an altar. We..."
Daonian said, "No, do your own thing."
"Sir is right, you can't get used to the human problem of asking God to worship Buddha when you have something." Liu Mao said, "This kind of thing can be handled by themselves. Don't be nervous."
Daonian glanced at Liu Mao and nodded slightly.
Although human beings often say that they are the children of the gods, but they also often say that habitual sons are like killing sons, and spoiling is harm
So they do it for the good of their human beings.
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