Chapter 596
Chapter 594 Chapter Yongsheng
As he walked to the door of the store, Zhang Zi An saw a gray shadow flashing through the door, as Richard saw him flustered after he saw him.
Back in the store, he casually glanced at Lu Yiyun, feeling that her look was a little weird, her eyes drifting, her head tied low, as if trying to cover up something.
However, he still needs to consider too many things at present. He has no time to ponder over her abnormal performance. She thinks she is probably considering whether to go home during the Spring Festival.
When he came to the inside, he fed the barbecue to the elves who were waiting to be rebellious.
Fina and Snow Lion couldn’t wait any longer, and they immediately ate a lot. God knows that they are still squatting all day, how can they eat…
Old Time Tea’s eating is more than Sven. It takes off the brawl and takes the cleansing wipes prepared by Zhang Zi An, which makes it slow to eat.
Richard is also flapping his wings to eat, and Zhang Zi An feeds the nuts and vegetables that are chopped into pieces. It eats and smashes what kind of Billy, even if it eats, it can’t block its mouth.
He took out his mobile phone and wanted to discuss with Sun Xiaomeng about keeping the cat in the snack bar. At this time, Old Time Tea swallowed a barbecue and asked: “Zi An, did you buy any new year in the New Year? I want to raise the price.”
“There is nothing to buy, or buy fresh vegetables is better, eat now and buy it, it is more expensive.” He laughed.
“Isn’t the fireworks and firecrackers bought? I always feel that the year of Binhai City is not so good, cold and clear…” Old Time Tea looked out the door through the glass door and said with a sigh.
This is the first New Year that the elves, including Old Time Tea, spent in the pet store. The other elves didn’t catch a cold on the Chinese Lunar New Year. They didn’t feel anything wrong, but for the traditional concept of Old Time Tea. It misses the traditional New Year in memory.
Zhang Zi An also experienced such a New Year as a child, but as the major cities banned artillery and the cultural life of people became more and more abundant, the traditional Spring Festival gradually became cold, not only because Old Time Tea felt deserted, but also felt uninteresting. Child, Zhang Zi An and many people feel the same.
But no way, this is the progress of the times.
Zhang Zi An told Old Time Tea about the cause of the ban, not only the air quality, but also the problem of repeatedly injuring people when producing and discharging fireworks.
Old Time Tea oh, screaming at the beard and expressing his understanding, but its regret is still written on the face, muttering and groaning: “The sound of firecrackers is one year old, and the spring breeze is warmed into the Tusu…”
After the New Year, Old Time Tea is one year older. It is probably sighing for the fact that Yuhua is no longer turning white.
Zhang Zi An didn’t want it to continue to be dejected, he laughed: “It doesn’t matter, the tea master is just a ban on the city. When the Spring Festival, we can go to the suburbs. There is no guns.”
Old Time Tea smiles: “Nothing, the old is just to talk about it. I am going to be busy with you, π is not very good, it will cost you more trouble.”
It finished, and continued to watch TV while eating dinner.
Zhang Zi An wants to say a few words to comfort Old Time Tea. After a few mouthfuls, he can’t say anything. He knows that it is human nature to live and die, but is it true that the elves who live according to the power of faith are extraordinary?
He looked at Fina and Snow Lion, who snorted and ate the barbecue. Snow Lion noticed his gaze, glanced at him sideways, and his nose was covered with meat.
Fina and Snow Lion, although they are young, will one day be as old as Old Time Tea.
He came to the second floor and saw the lights in the living room closed, and the fluorescent light of the display reflected the face of π. It put on pin-nose glasses and is typing slowly. I don’t know if it is a bad mood or a card.
“π, why didn’t you turn on the lights? Turn off the lights and use the computer to your eyes.”
He turned the light on and pulled the curtain up.
The nameless book was placed in a state of openness, quietly placed on the side of the computer. The breeze brought by the curtains turned over a page, which reminded him of a once-inverse poem—the breeze was illiterate, and the book was turned over.
Before the nameless writing, he was a breeze.
“Hey.” π scratching his head, a look of ignorance, seems to be too focused and forgotten.
“π, take a break and rest for a while and then write.” Zhang Zi An pointed to the hanging basket wicker chair.
π nodded, and was squatted in the basket by Zhang Zi An.
Although not the first time to hold it, Zhang Zi An still thinks it is too light, light as a baby, light and fragile.
“Hey?”
π is a gesture, which means asking him where he has just gone.
“Go to Sun Xiaomeng’s pet clinic, you know, and then talk to a teacher who teaches mathematics,” Zhang Zi An replied. Although π has not seen Sun Xiaomeng, it knows what happened in the past and understands everything about Sun Xiaomeng.
π blinked and seemed to be interested in the word “mathematics.”
Zhang Zi An picked up the nameless book. He didn’t wear pinch-nose glasses now, and the pages were blank. He turned over at random and asked for a relaxed topic: “π, I ask you a question.”
“Hey?” π doubtingly hoeing.
“This is a book about life, the universe, and everything.” Zhang Zi An handed it to the book and said half-jokingly: “Since it is about life, is there any way to tell how it can prolong life, or even immortal? You I don’t know, I am very afraid of death. In ancient China, so many emperors who sought the elixir, did any of them really become immortals?”
π took the book, turned it over seriously, then shook his head.
This answer is in the expectation of Zhang Zi An. After all, the immortality is unfounded. If everyone is eternal, the population of the earth will explode.
“What about the elf? Can the life of the elf be extended?” he asked casually.
π picked up the book and turned it over. This time it was turned over for a long time, scratching his head and frowning from time to time, as if he had encountered a difficult problem.
It did not immediately negate this possibility, but it gave Zhang Zi An a glimmer of hope. When there was no hope, he could only accept the fact that Old Time Tea was getting older, but now there is a glimmer of hope, and he becomes suffering, and he hopes that hope will become disappointment.
Waiting for a while, π finally put down the book, and looked calmly and nodded.
“Hey? Really? The life of the elf can be extended?” Zhang Zi An suddenly excited. “How to extend?”
π refers to the laptop, and Zhang Zi An helps it.
It typed: The time has not arrived and the future has not yet been determined.
Zhang Zi An repeated this line of words several times. Although the timing is not yet, it is always good to know that life can be extended. This is the difference between 0 and 1.
“How long can it be extended? Two years? Three years?” He asked again, and he did not dare to hold too much hope.
π typing road: unlimited.
Recommend a book, “The Shovel of the Orange Cat Lord God,” which is also about cats.
There is a small pedestrian street on the edge of Hujiang University. There is a black cat hotel on the street. There is an orange cat in the hotel. Ten orange cats are nine fat, and one is… it is!
“Look, there is a super fat orange cat over there!”
“Hey, the orange cat doesn’t want to care about you and loses one to you…system!!!???”
(End of this chapter)