"A good name."

Chen Chang'an once saw it in the article that the nice sound gives people the feeling of clouds rolling and unfolding, the breeze blows through the green mountains and green waters, and the rings are ding dong.

He used to think that this was just an exaggerated rhetoric technique of literati, but at this moment, he finally understood that those articles did not deceive people because he had little knowledge.

He stared at Dao Nian for several seconds, and then said after a long time: "So... you can speak."

Dao Nian stopped talking again.

Liu Mao smiled and explained: "Our gentleman doesn't like to speak very much, please forgive me."

Chen Chang'an nodded in understanding. He was disabled and could not participate in many interesting activities. He became taciturn or even hated to speak. It was possible.

However, if a person keeps holding on and does not talk or communicate with others, he may have some psychological problems.

"If Mr. Dao Nian doesn't like speaking, you can communicate with me online." Chen Changan squatted in front of Dao Nian and took out his cell phone, "Let's add WeChat."

Dao Nian looked at the cell phone that Chen Changan was holding, with a expressionless face, and then turned to look at Liu Mao.

Liu Mao quickly took out a cell phone from his arms and presented it to Daonian with both hands: "Sir, you use this."

"You add it." Dao Nian handed the phone to Chen Chang'an.

The sound is so nice and the face is so beautiful. They are all carbon-based creatures. Why is the difference so big?

The mobile phone is new and there is almost no trace of use. Apart from the software that comes with the system, there is not even a single entertainment software on the mobile phone desktop.

"Mr. Dao Nian has not registered a WeChat account yet. I'll register one for you?"

Dao Nian nodded slowly.

After registering a account and adding friends, Chen Chang'an smiled at the other party: "Then I'll go home, see you next time."

Daonian's lips moved, as if he wanted to smile at him, but the curve of this smile was too small, so small that it could be ignored.

Chen Chang'an would not care about this with him. He waved his hand and walked out of the alley with a chic manner. The street lights pulled a long shadow behind him.

"Mr. Chen is quite enthusiastic, haha." Liu Mao laughed dryly and looked at Nian's face carefully.

"Yes." Daonian finally spit out such a word before closing his eyes.

I ate a large box of barbecue and got hungry in less than midnight. Chen Changan got up and made a bowl of noodles by himself. Halfway through, he heard heavy footsteps downstairs, but the footsteps sounded something wrong.

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

He walked out of the room with his waist and walked gently to the stairs and looked down.

It doesn't matter if you don't look at it, but you're shocked. The person in the stairwell is not a thief or a drunkard who has drunk wine, but an old man downstairs wearing a training suit.

The old man was carrying the Tai Chi sword on his back, and his body was as gray as if he was rolling on the ground.

"Uncle, are you okay?" He put the baseball bat in the corner and Shen Chang'an took two steps downstairs.

The old man's body stiffened. He held the railing of the stairs and looked at Chen Chang'an who jumped in front of him, and patted the dust on his body: "It's you, you don't sleep for the middle of the night, what are you doing?"

When Chen Changan saw the old man's reaction, he understood that the old man must have been confused. He was lost or fell for a while, but he wanted to save face and was unwilling to admit this. He tactfully stopped asking and reached out to support the old man: "I just felt hungry, so I got up and made a bowl of noodles."

This time the old man did not push him away.

After helping the old man home, Chen Chang'an found that there were Bagua diagrams, statues of the ancestors of the Three Qingshu, and a tablet of immortals at the other party's house.

It seems that he is a devout Taoist believer, no wonder he often wears practice clothes and carries Tai Chi swords.

"Uncle, have you eaten?" In order not to make the old man angry, Chen Changan carefully looked at the other party. After not on his face, he saw obvious injuries on his hand, he offered to give him a bowl of noodles.

The blood vessels and brain of the elderly are very fragile, and they can’t see anything after falling down. If the disease occurs in the middle of the night and no one looks at it, it will be troublesome.

His habit of meddling in other people's business may have followed his father. He can't stand the old, weak, sick, disabled, orphans, and has no one to pay attention to, so he has to medd in other people's business.

"Eating so much in the middle of the night is not conducive to health preservation." The old man snorted coldly, "Don't have eggs, less oil, add a handful of vegetables."

Chen Chang'an: "..."

Eating noodles and vegetables in the middle of the night is health preservation. How big is this difference between dancing all night and soaking wolfberry in a thermos cup?

Walking into the kitchen, Chen Chang'an started boiling water and turned on the refrigerator to find ingredients.

Although the old man lives alone, there are still a lot of things in the refrigerator, especially those neatly arranged elixir bottles, which occupy a full layer in the middle.

He didn't dare to let the old man eat too much food at night, so Chen Chang'an 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, Chen Chang'an was a little flattered.

The tea was very fragrant, so fragrant that it made people feel refreshed. He unknowingly drank the whole glass of water.

"In the future, when you go to other people's houses, don't drink whatever others give them. How careful should young people be." The old man put down his chopsticks and wiped his mouth, "I'm finished eating, you can go to wash the dishes."

Chen Chang'an: "..."

Forget it, respecting the elderly 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 turned around, he saw the old man sitting at the dining table without moving, he asked, "Uncle, the tea you made is quite good."

The old man looked at the young man washing dishes happily in the kitchen and snorted: "The tea made with thousand-year-old Ganoderma lucidum tastes good."

Thousand-year-old Ganoderma lucidum...

It turned out that this old man not only had a weird temper, wanted to save face, but also liked to brag. He cleaned the kitchen, but Chen Chang'an did not expose the other party's lies, but just smiled and praised him.

"For the sake of your favorite, I can give you a box." The old man took out a wooden box from the cabinet and stuffed it into Chen Chang'an's arms, looking like "Young people have never seen the world."

"How can you be so embarrassed?"

"If you don't accept it, do you look down on me?" The strange-tempered old man began to be unhappy again.

Chen Chang'an, of course, Chen Chang'an could only hold it with a smile.

After taking over the things, Chen Changan stayed at the old man's house for another hour or two. Seeing that the old man's expression gradually returned to normal and had the strength to roll his eyes, he knew that the old man must be fine.

Then he was kicked out of the door by the old man.

The old man stood in the door, pressing his hand on the door, his face full of unhappiness: "My surname is Zhang, don't you want the uncle's call me, don't I deserve a name?"

Clang, the door closed in front of Chen Chang'an again.

You have such a bad temper, of course you have a name, but you didn't tell me your name. Chen Chang'an returned home with the "Thousand-year Ganoderma lucidum" that Mr. Zhang forced 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, when I arrived at the office with severe sleep deficiency, Ding Yang looked at him with a crooked look: "Chang'an, what did you do last night? Your face is so rosy and shiny."

"Don't joke with me." After yawning, Chen Chang'an sat in his seat. "Last night, the old man living alone downstairs fell over me and fell covered in dust. I was afraid something happened to him, so I stayed with him until midnight before going back to the room to sleep."

Ding Yang approached Chen Chang'an and looked at him. He had no dark circles or haggard eyes. His skin was so good that it made people suspect that he had gone to have a beauty treatment.

"I've been staying up late and my skin is still in such a good state. You are a public enemy like the whole nation." Ding Yang sat on the table and whispered, "Hey, have you heard of it?"

"What?" Chen Changan saw Ding Yang's mysterious look, "You have won a million prize."

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

"Hmm, then what?"

"Didn't I tell you that someone waved to stop the car on the road and finally found it was a tree stump?" Ding Yang lowered his voice, "But recently several people have been saying that the road was haunted. Several drivers saw a man waving and asked them to take him for a ride. He wanted 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?" Chen Panpan came over and took out his mobile phone. "One of our local Weibo account is also talking about this, but because it involves promoting feudal superstition, the article has been deleted. Fortunately, I was quick-eyed and took a screenshot in advance."

Listening to Ding Yang and Chen Panpan’s chatting more and more, as if they had seen the scene with their own eyes, Chen Changan got up and brewed a cup of strong tea for himself. The tea was brought by Sister Juan from home. It tasted average, but it was refreshing. After all, the work in their department was complicated and boring. If you don’t rely on some tea to refresh yourself, everyone might have to lie on the desk and sleep.

Half an hour later, Ding Yang received a call from Director Du, asking him to go out for the field trip to the evening. In order to deal with the incident of male ghosts circulating on the Internet, find the scientific truth for everyone, and break rumors such as ghosts and gods.

"Okay, I have to work over night again." Ding Yang wailed, "Dad Chang'an, can you accompany me to the scene to shoot tonight?"

When asking for help, Ding Yang was particularly principled. The principle was to ask his father to do something, so he would never call him grandpa.

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

"I'll treat you to a hot pot at noon, Chang'an Dad, you love me again."

Chen Panpan sighed from the side: "I have only been in Chang'an for a month and have been with your useless son several times. You should be more handsome."

Gao Shujuan shook her head when she heard this. Young people nowadays are really not particular. They just keep saying a word and recognize their fathers.

In the end, Chen Chang'an ate the spicy hot pot that Ding Yang invited and agreed to accompany him tonight.

After returning home, Chen Chang'an felt a little thirsty, so he twisted the mineral water onto the coffee table and drank half a bottle in one breath.

After drinking it, he suddenly remembered that the bottle of water seemed to have been given to him by Dao Nian.

Open WeChat, Dao Nian’s avatar is still a gray photo provided by the system. The name is a word he entered yesterday: Dao.

Chang'an: Mr. Dao Nian, have you had dinner?

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

Chang'an: I have to work over night tonight, and I am destined to stay up all night.

Chang'an: I wish you a good dream tonight.

For people who are unwilling to communicate with others, appropriate writing communication may be of some help to them, but excessive enthusiasm will make the other party resist.

After sending these messages, he stopped sending them, so he found a long suit and trousers to change into it, waiting for Ding Yang to come to find him.

After nine o'clock in the evening, Ding Yang's car arrived outside the community. When Chen Chang'an got in the car, he saw that Ding Yang had a gossip picture hanging around his neck, and there were crosses in Guanyin statue.

Let’s look at his hands holding the steering wheel, red rope, Buddhist beads, and Pixiu jade beads.

"You...wouldn't you even tied your red belt?"

"I am really a top student from a prestigious university. I can even guess this." Ding Yang patted the pocket of his chest, "especially the photos of great men, this must not be forgotten."

Chen Chang'an: "..."

"Forget it, I'll drive."

If you have such a large string of things on your wrist, don’t challenge driving, which requires technology.

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