Liu Changan walked slowly back from the train station. On the way, he met a motorcycle driver chasing him to solicit customers. Liu Changan was puzzled by his enthusiasm and persistence and asked casually what the starting price was.
"What's the starting price for wrapping something? Twenty-five yuan for Pinghetang and thirty-five yuan for Pozi Street. Where are you going?"
"I'll just ask."
"I'm afraid you're a bit too precious... I'm in your room..."
Liu Changan didn't mind either, but it was a pity that he didn't own an electric car, otherwise he thought he could make some money. This driver was a bit shady.
Based on the experience of traveling all over the country, everyone must know that eight out of ten people soliciting customers near transportation hubs are best not to talk to them. Basically, they are not people who meet the traditional life and work ethics requirements of the Chinese people.
Liu Changan lamented that people nowadays are too violent, and looked up at the sun again, thinking that if he was working in such weather, he could understand the main point of the aggression.
Thinking that after the college entrance examination, people would be idle and lazy, and they had not run for a long time, so Liu Changan ran back.
"You know what he's like, Yazi is a pretty fast runner. Why don't you go to the Olympics? Run, run, run again, and you'll get a heat stroke later!"
The scolding voice of the scooter driver could no longer be heard. Liu Changan ran through Yuanjialing, the Fire Palace, Furong Square, and Pinghe Hall. It reminded him of the scene where the hero ran in "Forrest Gump".
He has watched this movie twice, and both times had different feelings. The first time focused on the stupid but legendary experience of the male protagonist, and the second time focused on the heroine Jenny. After watching this movie twice,
Liu Changan had some insights again, and at the same time he realized that no matter how long he lived, his insights into social observation would not be updated. After all, the new era produced new phenomena that had never been observed in the past.
In Forrest Gump's era, drugs and the like were already common in the United States. Countries that have not been driven to the point of national subjugation by these things will not feel the pain and will naturally be more indulgent until they are corroded to the point of pain by the overflow of these things.
By then, it must have been too late.
Humanity's self-destruction is probably rooted in genes, but we are different. The future of humankind may be self-destruction. If we are the only ones left on the earth by then, it will definitely be meaningless...or not necessarily, if we are the only ones left on the earth.
If I am left alone, can I develop myself into a powerful enough AI machine era? By then, I will be the only biological human being in the robot era.
Or is there no difference between my current situation and the situation I just imagined? Or is it really that I am an old human being left over from the last human era and created modern humans to accompany me?
Liu Changan did not dare to look into memories that were too far away. Those memories had already been fragmented to the atomic level. With his current mental strength, he could not organize them... This protective state was probably to prevent himself from discovering the truth of the past.
Only by not knowing can we live more peacefully among modern humans. If I recall that the situation I have imagined is true, I don't know what kind of mood I will feel now.
Just like Nuwa came to her pile of clay figures, after a short period of freshness and surprise, she was afraid that she was more lonely because she knew that the people around her were not really her own kind.
Liu Changan was thinking about all these things. When he returned to the door, he suddenly laughed. He was originally a person who wanted to live in the present. Thinking about these did not seem to make much sense. Even if it is an epiphyllum, it is beautiful in an instant. Why bother about it?
Will eventually be annihilated.
Zhou Dongdong was struggling to move his steps while holding a small table.
There was a hole in the center of the small table, and her head stuck out of the hole. When she stood up, her shoulders lifted the small table, and then she staggered towards the door of Liu Changan's house.
"What are you doing?" Liu Changan found that this was the question he asked Zhou Dongdong most.
"I found the sick table!" Zhou Dongdong stopped, retracted his head from the hole, crawled out from under the table, jumped up and ran over, and said to Liu Changan as if he wanted to take credit.
"I thought I saw a square turtle." Liu Changan already knew Zhou Dongdong's intention.
"A turtle crawls on its four legs on the ground!" Zhou Dongdong immediately bent down, put his hands on the ground, and raised his head to look at Liu Changan, "That's what it looks like!"
Liu Changan spanked her on the buttocks, and Zhou Dongdong fell to the ground with a cry of "Ouch". The turtle was too round, and its belly was too close to the ground. Zhou Dongdong turned over, jumped, and pouted.
He said, "Don't bully me!"
"I won't repair this table anymore." Liu Changan has repaired three small benches, two small benches, a broken radio, a short-legged Transformer, a helicopter without propellers, and several other items.
The little things were all found by Zhou Dongdong.
Zhou Dongdong seems to have awakened her talent for work: picking up rags.
"The little table is so pitiful. If you fix it, it won't get sick." Zhou Dongdong touched the small table distressedly.
"You will be a primary school student in the next semester. You should understand that the small table will not get sick. And I remember that the small bench that was sick was thrown into the fire by you." Liu Changan said seriously, "Primary school students must mature.
, don’t think that the small table will get sick anymore.”
Zhou Dongdong frowned, how can he convince brother Changan to repair the small table?
"The small table is repaired, we can do our homework together on the small table!" Zhou Dongdong suddenly remembered what he had thought when he picked up this small table, and he and his brother Chang An were doing homework under the sycamore tree. In this way, Zhou Dongdong
There is no need for someone to look at a book and feel sad.
Liu Changan thought for a while and decided that this was a good reason, so he went to get the tools.
Zhou Dongdong followed Liu Changan happily, because he heard a child in the kindergarten said that her sister had to do a lot of homework every day after she entered elementary school. Zhou Dongdong was a little scared, but if he did homework with brother Changan, he could do it.
Help him with the work, and then ask Brother Changan to help him with his homework.
Of course, it would be better if they didn't have to go to elementary school. Unfortunately, Zhou Dongdong's children were beaten by Zhou Shuling. Zhou Dongdong also knew that there are some difficult things in children that cannot be avoided and can only be faced.
Liu Changan found a piece of wood and planned to repair the holes in the small table first, and then find cardboard, plastic, and paint to beautify the tabletop. Zhou Dongdong showed great interest in painting, but Liu Changan put her
I ran away, and after the painting was done, I had to hang the table on the tree first.
While he was busy, Liu Changan received a message from Qin Yanan: Bring over the dishes he cooked for tonight.
Qin Yanan went back to find Qin Peng and had been there for more than a month. Liu Changan was not someone who asked many questions, and he didn't know what relevant information she got.