"Nice name."
Shen Changan once saw in the article that the nice voice gives people the feeling that it is like the clouds rolling over the clouds, the breeze blowing through the green mountains and waters, and the ring is ding dong.
In the past, he thought that this was just an exaggerated rhetoric of the literati, but at this moment, he finally realized that those articles were not deceiving, but that he had too little knowledge.
He stared at Daonian for a few seconds, before saying, "So... you can talk."
Daonian was silent again.
Liu Mao explained with a smile: "Our husband doesn't like to talk very much, please bear with me."
Shen Changan nodded in understanding. He was disabled and could not participate in many interesting activities. It was possible to become reticent or even hate talking.
However, if a person keeps holding back and does not speak or communicate with others, there may be some psychological problems.
"Mr. Daonian, if you don't like talking, you can communicate with me online." Shen Changan squatted in front of Daonian and took out his mobile phone, "Let's add WeChat."
Daonian looked at the phone that Shen Changan was holding, expressionless, then turned to look at Liu Mao.
Liu Mao hurriedly took out a mobile phone from his arms and put his hands in Daonian's hands: "Sir, you use this."
"You add." Daonian handed the phone to Shen Changan.
The voice is so nice, the face looks so good, they are all carbon-based creatures, why is the difference so big
The mobile phone is brand new, and there is almost no trace of use. Except for the software that comes with the system, the mobile phone desktop does not even have any entertainment software.
"Mr. Daonian hasn't registered a WeChat account yet, can I register one for you?"
Daonian nodded slowly.
After registering the account and adding friends, Shen Changan smiled at the other party: "Then I'll go home, see you next time."
The corners of Dao Nian's lips moved, as if he wanted to smile at him, but the curvature of the smile was too small to be ignored.
Shen Changan didn't care about this with him, he waved his hand and walked out of the alley smartly, the street lamp pulled a long shadow behind him.
"This Mr. Shen is quite enthusiastic, haha." Liu Mao laughed twice, carefully looking at Daonian's face.
"Well." Daonian finally spit out such a word before closing his eyes.
After eating a big box of BBQ, I was hungry before midnight. Shen Changan got up and made a bowl of noodles himself. Halfway through the meal, he heard heavy footsteps downstairs, but the footsteps sounded a bit wrong.
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 be coming from the third floor.
The cat walked out of the room on his waist. He walked gently to the stairs and looked down.
It doesn't matter if you don't look at it, but when you see it, you are startled. The person in the stairwell is not a thief or a drunkard, but an old man downstairs in a training suit.
The old man was still carrying the Tai Chi sword on his back, and his body was so gray that he seemed to roll on the ground.
"Master, are you alright." Putting the baseball bat in the corner, Shen Changan ran downstairs in three and two steps.
The old man's body froze. He held on to the railing of the stairs, looked at Shen Chang'an who jumped up in front of him, and patted the dust on his body: "It's you, why don't you sleep in the middle of the night?"
Seeing the old man's reaction, Shen Changan understood that the old man must have been confused. He lost his way or fell for a while, but he wanted to save face and was unwilling to admit such a thing. He stopped asking questions wisely, 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 did not push him away.
After helping the old man home, Shen Changan found that the other party's house had a gossip map, a statue of the ancestor of the Sanqing Dynasty, and a tablet of gods.
It seems that he is a devout Taoist believer, no wonder he often wears training clothes and carries a Tai Chi sword on his back.
"Uncle, have you eaten yet?" In order not to make the old man angry, Shen Changan carefully looked at the other party. After seeing no obvious trauma on his face and hands, he offered to give him a bowl of noodles to eat. .
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 problem may have followed his father's path. Seeing that the old, the weak, the sick, and the disabled are left alone and unattended, he has no choice but to meddle in his own business.
"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 small greens."
Shen Changan: "..."
Eating noodles and vegetables in the middle of the night is healthy. How different is it from dancing all night and soaking wolfberry in a thermos
Walking into the kitchen, Shen Changan began to boil water and opened the refrigerator to find ingredients.
Although the old man lives alone, there are quite a few things in the refrigerator, especially the neatly arranged elixir bottles, which fully occupy the middle layer.
Not daring to let the old man eat too much food at night, Shen Changan cooked more dishes. 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, and the fragrance was so refreshing that he drank the whole glass of water before he knew it.
"Go to someone else's house in the future and drink whatever you don't want. Young people should be more careful." The old man put down his chopsticks and wiped his mouth. "I'm done eating, you can go to wash the dishes."
Shen Changan: "..."
Forget it, respecting the old and loving the young is a 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 looked back and saw the old man sitting at the dining table, he didn't move, so he asked, "Master, the tea you brewed tasted pretty good."
The old man looked at the young man who was happily washing dishes in the kitchen, and snorted softly, "The tea brewed with thousand-year-old Lingzhi is of course delicious."
Millennium Lingzhi…
It turned out that the old man not only had a quirky temper and wanted face, but also liked to brag. After tidying up the kitchen, Shen Changan didn't expose the other party's lies, but just smiled and complimented a few words.
"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, looking like "Young people have never seen the world".
"That's so funny."
"Aren't you looking down on me if you don't accept it?" The eccentric old man became unhappy again.
Of course, Shen Changan and Shen Changan could only accept it with a smile.
After accepting the things, Shen Changan shamelessly stayed at the old man's house for an hour or two. 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 in the door with his hand on the door, with displeased written all over his face: "My surname is Zhang, don't call me uncle, don't I deserve a name?"
With a 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 Changan returned home with the "Millennium Ganoderma lucidum" that Uncle Zhang had forcibly stuffed him, and fell into a dizzy sleep.
It's two or three o'clock in the evening, and I have to go to work tomorrow.
The next day, Shen Changan, who was seriously lacking in sleep, came to the office and saw Ding Yang looking at him narrowly: "Changan, what did you do last night, your face is so rosy and shiny."
"Don't make fun of 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 would happen to him, so I accompany him back to his room in the middle of the night. sleep."
Ding Yang approached Shen Changan and glanced twice, there were no dark circles under his eyes, no haggard, and his skin was so good that people suspected that he had undergone beauty treatments.
"After staying up all night, your skin is still so good, you are a public enemy of the whole people." Ding Yang sat down on the table and whispered, "Hey, have you heard of it?"
"What?" Shen Changan saw Ding Yang's mysterious look, "You have won a million-dollar jackpot."
"If I really won the lottery, what kind of work would I be working on?" Ding Yang cut, "I'm talking about Maize Village. Do you remember the time we went to Maize Village and it rained heavily?"
"Well, then what?"
"Didn't I tell you that someone beckoned to stop the car on the road, and finally found a tree stump?" Ding Yang lowered his voice, "But recently, several people have been saying that the road is haunted, and several drivers saw a man beckoning. , said to let them take a ride, he would go back to see his wife and children. In the end, guess what, when they drove the car to their destination, there was no man in the car who wanted to go home to see his wife and children, and he... disappeared out of thin air. "
"Have you heard about this too?" Chen Panpan came over and took out his mobile phone, "Our local Weibo account is also talking about this, but because it involves propaganda of feudal superstition, the article has been deleted. Fortunately, I am quick-witted. , took a screenshot in advance."
Listening to Ding Yang and Chen Panpan talking more and more in 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 from home by Sister Juan. The work is complicated and boring. If you don’t rely on some tea to refresh yourself, everyone will probably have to lie down on the desk to sleep.
Half an hour later, Ding Yang received a call from Director Du and asked him to go out to work at night. The purpose is to deal with the incident of male ghosts who stopped cars circulating on the Internet, to find the scientific truth for everyone, and to dispel rumors such as ghosts and gods.
"Yes, we have to work overtime again." Ding Yang wailed, "Father Chang'an, will you accompany me to the scene tonight to shoot?"
When asking for help, Ding Yang has a special principle. The principle is that if his father can do it, he will never call him grandpa.
Seeing his pitiful appearance, Shen Changan pondered, "I don't have a timid son like you."
"I'll treat you to Mala Tang at noon, Dad Chang'an, you love me again."
Chen Panpan said with emotion: "Chang'an has only been on the shift for a month, and I have accompanied your useless son on fieldwork several times. You should point your face."
Gao Shujuan shook her head when she heard it. Young people nowadays are really not particular about it.
In the end, Shen Changan still ate the Mala Tang invited by Ding Yang and promised to accompany him in the evening.
After returning home, Shen Changan felt a little thirsty, so he twisted the mineral water that had been opened on the coffee table, and drank half the bottle in one go.
After drinking it, he suddenly remembered that this bottle of water seemed to have been given to him by Dao Nian.
Open WeChat, Dao Nian's avatar is still the gray photo that comes with the system, and the name is a word he typed in yesterday: Dao.
Chang'an: Mr. Daonian, have you had dinner yet
The other party did not reply to him, and Shen Changan didn't mind, and continued to send messages to the other party.
Chang'an: I have to work overtime tonight, so I'm destined to stay up all night.
Chang An: I wish you a good dream at night.
For people who are reluctant to communicate with others, proper text communication may be helpful to him, but excessive enthusiasm will make the other party resist.
After sending these few messages, he stopped sending them, and found a long coat and trousers to put on, 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 gossip picture, a statue of Guanyin and a cross hanging around his neck.
Looking at his hand holding the steering wheel, there are red ropes, Buddhist beads, and Pixiu jade beads.
"You... shouldn't you even wear the red belt?"
"As expected of a top student at a famous university, I can even guess this." Ding Yang patted his chest pocket, "Especially the photos of great people, this must not be forgotten."
Shen Changan: "..."
"Forget it, let me drive."
With such a large string of things on your wrist, don't challenge driving, which requires skills.
The author has something to say: Chang'an: There are so few rational and normal people like me around me, and my heart is so tired.