"Everything goes back." Dao Nian looked at the thick fog in the night, looking depressed, as if nothing in the world could arouse his interest, "No need to pay a visit."

Liu Mao's eyes showed a bit of worry, but he did not dare to go against Dao Nian's wishes. He took out a token from his arms and threw it out of the car window, melting into the endless fog.

Soon the thick fog disappeared, and the street lights on the street seemed to become brighter.

Shortly after the car drove away, a dilapidated bus came from the street. I wonder if the bells were tied to the car and kept making jingling sounds.

Accompanied by the ringtone, several blurred figures appeared under the bus stop. They lined up and squeezed into the old and painted bus one by one.

Carrying Mr. Zhang back to the community, Chen Chang'an saw Mr. Zhang being depressed and asked in a low voice: "Uncle Zhang, I'll go get some vegetables, don't close the door first."

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

"Then you have a good rest tonight." Seeing that although he looked depressed, Chen Changan was in good spirits, he went upstairs with confidence, took a shower and slept beautifully on the bed.

When he woke up the next morning, he felt his whole body comfortable, and even his eyes seemed to be brighter. He was too lazy to cook in the morning, so he made a bowl of egg, green vegetable noodles for himself, and rushed to the office after eating.

He felt that he should buy a means of transportation for himself. Although he exercised when walking to and from get off work every day, it was not conducive to sleeping in. In two or three months, it would be winter. Wuming City is an area without heating, and life is difficult.

When he walked into the office, Chen Chang'an smelled a scent of fried dough sticks. He looked around and saw a white porcelain plate and mug in front of Xu Ze. However, the plate contained not bread and steak, but fried dough sticks cut into pieces.

He is so particular about drinking soy milk and eating fried dough sticks. He is worthy of being an exquisite boy in their office.

When he found Chen Changan looking at him, Xu Ze wiped the corner of his mouth: "I have one here, do you eat it?"

"Thank you, no need, I've had breakfast at home." Chen Chang'an looked around and found that Aunt Juan, who usually came the earliest, was not here today.

Seeing that Chen Chang'an didn't eat, Xu Ze didn't force him. He waited for him to eat up all the fried dough sticks, which was just one minute away from work time.

When Chen Changan saw Xu Ze clean up the desktop within one minute and put the folder in front of him, he vaguely felt that his young colleagues were actually talents.

Ding Yang, who is so cowardly, but always goes out at night, Xu Ze, who is exquisite and elegant but likes soy milk and fried dough stick hotpot, and Chen Panpan, who is extremely informed. These three people may be a bit weird in other departments, but in this place, they are extremely suitable and harmonious.

Until noon, Aunt Juan didn't come. Chen Chang'an was about to ask Chen Panpan why Aunt Juan didn't come today, when he heard an old man calling his name outside.

"Chen Chang'an, who are you Chen Chang'an? Come out quickly!"

Hearing this tone, it seemed that it was not very friendly. Chen Panpan, Ding Yang, and Xu Ze turned their heads to look at Chen Chang'an, half of his eyes were worried, and there was also a little bit of unconcealed watching the excitement.

Chen Chang'an: "..."

The holiday is about to come tomorrow, and he has just been here for more than a month. Who would come to cause trouble for him? He turned countless thoughts into his mind, got up and walked to the balcony and looked down. An old man with a white coat and blue cloth pants and a rosy face stood downstairs, with one hand on his hips, full of momentum, and looked like he was coming to the door to make trouble.

Chen Chang'an was a little confused. Although he was not a genius that was rare in a century, he also had a brain to be admitted to a prestigious university. In his memory, he had never seen this old man. How could he come to trouble himself?

"Uncle, what's wrong with you?" Although he was confused, Chen Changan still spoke with a smile.

The old man stared at Chen Chang'an for a few seconds, and the anger on his face stopped, and he forced a smile, looking a little awkward: "Hello, I'll come to Chen Chang'an, can you let me see him?"

Ding Yang and others who followed him out to watch the fun were a little confused. When they heard the old man's tone, they seemed to have a big grudge against Chen Chang'an, but seeing how he was talking to Chen Chang'an, they clearly didn't know Chen Chang'an, and even the forced smile was a bit pleasing.

Yang whispered to Xu Ze, "What's the situation?"

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

The old man didn't have the energy to see Ding Yang and the others' expressions. He looked at Chen Chang'an with a flattering look: "This guy, this is the matter. You have a Chen Chang'an here, bullying a young grandchild in our family. I came this time to find him to seek justice."

"Little grandchild?" Chen Changan was very sure that he did not have the bad habit of bullying the children. "How old is your grandson...?"

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

Ding Yang, Xu Ze, and Chen Panpan all turned their heads and looked at Chen Chang'an with their eyes as if they were saying, "I didn't expect you to be such a man."

Chen Chang'an: "..."

Seeing that the old man didn't seem to be lying on purpose, he had to say, "Will there be any misunderstandings in the middle?"

"What misunderstandings can be made? Because he, my young grandson, lost a lot of hair. You don't know, our clan...it's very difficult for our family to have a child. If the child has such a big deal, how can we not feel sorry for our elders?"

Chen Chang'an: "..."

I'm not, I don't.

"Look, can I ask Chen Chang'an to settle the accounts clearly?" After saying this, the old man smiled at Chen Chang'an again, as if Chen Chang'an nodded or shook his head in this matter, which was very important to him.

"Uncle, I think there may be some misunderstandings in this matter. I have just been to Wuming City for more than a month and have only done things to help children pick up toys, and have never bullied children." Chen Chang'an smiled bitterly, "How about this, you always bring your grandson over and ask him if he recognized the wrong person?"

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

Chen Changan pushed the glasses on his nose: "Uncle, I am Chen Changan."

The old man stared at Chen Chang'an for nearly half a minute, then suddenly changed his mouth and laughed dryly: "At first glance, the guy is not the kind of person who bullies children. My grandchild said that the person who bullied him is full of flesh and ugly appearance, but you are so handsome and full of blessings. You must not be the one who bullies Chen Chang'an."

Chen Chang'an: Yes?

"Sorry, I'm disturbing you, goodbye." 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 Chen Changan's shoulder with lingering fear, "Fortunately, this old man is not a stubborn person. If he insists that you bullied his grandson and came here to make noise every day, then you will be in trouble in the future."

"I just said Chang'an is not like a bully child." Chen Panpan remembered that Chen Chang'an beat the hooligan so hard that he could learn to meow, and coughed, "Even if you go to beat the hooligan, you can't beat the child."

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

"But you are also unlucky enough, you can encounter such things." Ding Yang patted his shoulder sympathetically, "Go to worship God if you have nothing to do."

"If worshiping God is useful, what else can I do?" Chen Chang'an's expression was a little light when he heard the word "worshiping God". "During the time of get off work, he would go home for dinner."

“Yes, get off work.”

In the director's office, Du Zhonghai held a teacup and watched a few young people scatter through the window, shook his head amused.

After touching his somewhat bald head, Du Zhonghai walked to the balcony, looked outside for a while, and slowly went home to have dinner. My wife was in a good mood today and made potatoes and pork ribs, so he would go home to eat quickly.

When Chen Chang'an returned home, he found that Mr. Zhang's door was closed and no one responded when knocking on the door. He guessed that he might have gone out, so he only cooked his own meal and still sent a few messages to Dao Nian after the meal.

After his unremitting efforts, Dao Nian has been able to reply to him frequently. Although he has not replied to many words, this spirit is still worthy of recognition.

When I went back to work in the afternoon, Aunt Juan still didn't come to work. Chen Panpan said that Aunt Juan's real sister lived in the countryside. Something big seemed to have happened in the past two days. Aunt Juan took leave and went back to the countryside to visit her sister.

Chen Changan sent an text message to Aunt Juan, saying that Aunt Juan might be busy, so he did not reply to him.

After get off work in the afternoon, Chen Chang'an did not go home directly, but went to the supermarket.

He pushed the shopping cart and sent a text message to Dao Nian.

Chang'an: Dao Nian, do you have anything to avoid?

Year: No.

After these days of exchange, the friendship between Chen Chang'an and Dao Nian has developed to the point of being named after him. This is a flying progress for a person who has no desire to communicate with others, which is gratifying.

Chang'an: Are there any fruits that you particularly like to eat?

Year: No

Chang'an: Then I bought it as if I'm going to buy it. You come here early tomorrow and I can make you some appetizing snacks.

Year: Good.

When the reply was good, there was an end to the end. It seemed that Dao Nian was still very happy to visit his house.

Daonian put down his cell phone, leaned against Ruo Cold lazily, raised his index finger, and signaled the person standing in front of him to continue speaking.

"Sir, the foul air appeared in the north and some evil ghosts were breeding. The celestial masters in humans have rushed over. Some celestial masters set up an altar, and we..."

Dao Nian said, "No, do your own things."

"Sir, you can't spoil the problem of asking Gods and worshiping Buddhas whenever you have something to do." Liu Mao said, "They can handle this kind of thing themselves. If they really can't handle it well, the Yin and Netherworld will take action, so there is no need to be nervous."

Daonian glanced at Liu Mao and nodded slightly.

Although humans often like to say that they are the people of gods, don’t they often say that spoiling children is like killing children, and spoiling is harmful?

So they do this for their human good.
Chapter completed!