Striving for Science

"Sir, you tomorrow ..."

"play."

Liu Mao looked at Dao Nian in surprise. He was afraid that he had misheard, and his voice became cautious. "Do you mean to go out to play tomorrow?"

Dao Nian did not speak, this is the default meaning.

"I'm going to arrange this. Are you going to the sea in the east or the desert in the west, or the icy land in the north and south?" Liu Mao took out a lot of tokens from his arms and prepared to order the local gods to be cleared. Do not affect the interest of Mr. playing.

After so many years, it is not easy to say a word "play" from Mr. Mouth.

"Mountain Spring Valley."

Where is the mountain spring valley? Liu Mao froze, was it in Shennongjia or in Wuyue?

"Brother Liu, the mountain valley that Mr. said, maybe the valley a few tens of kilometers away." One of the twins whispered. "Don't you forget that Mr. Shen had an appointment with Mr. Shen and went to play on the weekend?"

Liu Mao suddenly realized, no more words.

Mountain spring valley is named because of the clear springs in the mountains, but the locals in Wuming City are not interested in this place. Anyway, it is such a mountain, such a water, there is nothing rare.

Generally, people who come to this place are outsiders or elderly people who have no problem climbing mountains to exercise. In the past few years, in order to develop the mountain spring valley, the locals also spent a lot of money. Unfortunately, the reputation is limited and not many tourists are attracted. The annual New Year's Day is the peak of its passenger traffic.

Shen Changan packed food and water in his bag and was about to go downstairs to catch a taxi. When he saw Liu Mao driving downstairs and waiting for him, Liu Mao burst out with a big smile when he saw him come down: "Mr. Shen, here . "

The window opened slowly, and Shen Changan saw Daonian's beautiful face and Daonian's small eyes glanced lazily.

Seeing Daonian, Shen Changan trot across, pulled the car door to sit next to Daonian, and put the bulging backpack aside.

Daonian glanced at the backpack.

"There is water and food in it. The things in the scenic area are expensive and unpalatable. If we are not used to eating the things inside, these can be used as snacks." Shen Changan patted the backpack, which was issued under his palm. Crackling sound.

Daonian blinked, indicating that he understood.

"Originally said that I was looking for you in the past, why did you come over first?" When Shen Changan buckled his seat belt, he found that Daoian did not wear a seat belt and leaned over to fasten him. "I asked my colleagues last night , There is a section of the road into the mountain spring valley that is relatively steep, and the seat belt must be fastened. "

"Oh, I made a sandwich this morning. Would you like one?"

Liu Mao sat on the co-pilot, listening to Shen Changan singing a one-man show, but could not help being curious. Mr. Ming Ming did not say a word, how did Shen Changan continue the topic?

In front of the gentleman, he dared not open his own consciousness, but dared to look behind him secretly. The sir did not speak, but he was already holding the sandwich made by Shen Changan, and he really couldn't see the laziness of picky eating.

Noting Liu Mao's peeking eyes, Shen Changan took a piece of cake from his backpack: "Sorry, I only made one sandwich. This is the cake I made last night. You try it."

"Thank you." Liu Maogang reached out and took the cake, and saw the gentleman raised his eyelids and looked at him.

"Milk, it's hot." Shen Changan stuffed a bottle of hot milk into Daonian's hands. "I added a little sugar, and the taste will be better."

Dao Nian withdrew his eyes and quietly drank his milk.

After eating the sandwich and drinking the milk, he saw that Shen Changan did not know where to take a pocket and put the paper bag and milk bottle for the sandwich.

Ten minutes later, Shen Changan took out several packages of pistachios from his backpack.

"In the process of rushing to the destination, snacking and chatting is also an important part of the journey." Shen Changan distributed a packet of pistachios to Daonian, "Come, try."

Dao Nian stared at a pack of pistachios with long shells, his eyes full of rejection.

"Don't like this?" Shen Changan pulled out a few things from the bag when he saw it. "Pick what you like."

To peel.

To be peeled.

Sticky hands.

Dao Nian stared at these packs of snacks for a long time and barely picked a bag of sweet fries.

"Mr. Shen, I didn't expect you to like snacks. I thought that only girls like to eat these." Liu Mao worried that Shen Changan would be too embarrassed to talk to himself, so he wouldn't find a husband to play with. Embarrassment.

"What kind of men and women do you like to eat?" Shen Changan lowered his head and peeled the pistachio shell. "It's against my own nature to stick to sex, and it's a waste of my life."

When he was very young, there was a little girl in the neighbor's house who liked to play football. He told his mother why the young lady likes to play football like a boy.

Mom told him that everyone has the right to like something, regardless of gender. Later, in order to make him understand that football is not a boy's patent, his mother also deliberately took him to watch a few women's football games.

When he was a child, he didn't understand why his mother said that, but as he grew older and saw more and more things, he only realized what his mother did.

At least he now eats snacks with peace of mind, not afraid that this will damage his masculinity.

"Ling Ci is really an amazing woman." Liu Mao wanted to exaggerate Chang'an's mother, Daoian suddenly said: "Hand pain."

"What's wrong?" Shen Changan looked down at Daonian's hand and found that his right thumb was a little red and swollen. No wonder he didn't eat snacks that needed to be peeled.

He grabbed Daonian's hand and took a closer look. Except for some redness and swelling, there was no sign of pus. He let out a sigh of relief and asked the driver to stop the car and went to a nearby pharmacy to buy an ointment.

After taking a pill and a plaster, Shen Changan took a closer look and was satisfied with his craft: "It's fine, it will be good at night."

Liu Mao looked at the band-aid in Daonian's hand, and then looked at Shen Changan, who began to peel pistachios to Daonian. His expression was as complicated as seeing his 90-year-old grandfather, and suddenly he squeezed and said , He fell in love with a monkey.

"This half is yours, this half is mine." Shen Changan divided the peeled pistachios into two halves, half for Dao Nian, and half for himself to eat a few bites. "The spring valley is coming."

Shen Changan eats pistachios very quickly, but Daonian can be sure that Shen Changan eats more pistachios than he has in his hands.

He squinted at Shen Changan, this dishonest human!

"Look, there is fog on the mountain." Shen Changan grabbed Dao Nian's sleeve and pointed out the window. "The clouds are so foggy, it's a fairyland."

"Fairyland is not so simple." Dao Nian stared at the pistachios in his palm and stretched his lips.

"Hey?" Shen Changan turned around and saw him not eating, "You don't like it, then I ..."

Before he had finished speaking, he saw that Daonian began to eat it without expression in his face, and still ate one by one.

Shen Changan: "..."

Is this a childish ghost from kindergarten?

There is a ticket window at the gate of the mountain spring valley. Because there are no tourists, the ticket seller sits lazily in the ticket hall, even if a car is coming.

"Sister." When she heard someone tapping the ticket counter outside, she looked up. There was a young boy wearing a white long-sleeved t-shirt, wearing frameless glasses, and a pair of smiling eyes sparkling, letting People feel good when they see it.

The ticket sellers, aged 40 or 50, were called "sisters" by young and good-looking guys. Their mood suddenly became very good. Not only did they send each other a few travel brochures, but they also told him which restaurant had a good taste and low charges.

Returning to the car with the travel brochure sent by the ticket-selling elder sister, Shen Changan distributed the manual to Liu Mao and Daonian: "There is a mountain spring bath in it. Let's try it in the afternoon?"

Daoian was silent for a few seconds and nodded slowly.

It may be because of the relatively high mountain. After the car drove into the mountain, the fog has not diffused, but it has become more and more dense. Usually, there are tourist buses in the scenic area to send tourists into the mountain. Perhaps because there are too few tourists, the whole Except for Shen Changan and their car on the highway, no other vehicles passed by.

Shen Changan opened the window and glanced out, whispering: "Is the tourism industry in Wuming City so bleak to this point that no one came over on the weekend?"

"Fog." Dao Nian replied.

"Yes, it's foggy. Sometimes people stand far away and can't see them." Liu Mao's words just fell, and a car drove past them. Although not too much, at least it was not deserted.

After a passenger bus dedicated to the scenic area drove away, the strange feeling in Shen Changan's heart completely disappeared. He peeled a handful of pistachios and put them all in Daonian's hands: "Should it be almost on the mountain?"

Daonian took over the pistachios and kept the tight corners of his lips slightly relaxed.

The car bypassed the Panshan Highway, crossed another bridge, and stopped in a spacious parking area. Seeing the dense fog, Shen Changan vaguely revealed the roof of a building. He rubbed his hands and turned back to see Liu Mao holding a folding wheelchair in the trunk, so he bent down and took Dao Nian out of the car.

"Mr……"

With a clatter, Liu Mao's folding wheelchair hit the ground. To Shen Changan's puzzled eyes, Liu Mao smiled awkwardly: "Sorry, my hands are slippery."

Putting Dao Nian on a wheelchair, Shen Changan looked at Dao Nian's slender legs and turned to take out the blanket from the car to cover Dao Nian's lap: "The mountain is quite cold."

He glanced at a tourist bus that was parked next to them. There was a lot of muddy water on the bus. It should have been coming from Wuming City two or three days ago when it was raining.

Thinking of this, Shen Changan pointed at the building in the dense fog and smiled: "Look, does this look like a scene in a horror movie? A horror movie with a hotel in the background, the protagonist and supporting characters are trapped in the hotel When you ca n’t escape, the hotel is dark except for dense fog. "

Liu Mao looked at the Chinese-Western-style hotel in the thick fog, silently.

"Hey, it seems that it is the mountain spring bathhouse introduced in the travel manual. Anyway, the fog is so big now, and the temperature is a bit low. Or should we go to the bubble mountain spring bath and wait for the afternoon mist to go out before enjoying the scenery?" I flipped through the travel brochure and looked down at Dao Nian, "Do you think Dao Nian?"

Tao Nian stared at the building in the mist and nodded: "Okay."