Giving birth was especially difficult for Liu Changan. It might be all about luck, and it was not something that could be achieved by finding a lot of women and working hard. Although there were no waves in the river and no thunder in the drought, how many times could a rabbit survive? The correct saying was that one needed to work hard in order to reap success. Hoping to win the lottery was just a waste of time. This was the so-called:
Raging waves on the flat ground,
Two or three thunderbolts on a dry day.
Poor guests under the sun,
A cold rabbit does not meet the spring grass.
However, Liu Changan had also thought of working hard to have children, but this kind of thing had always been difficult. Even when it came to prolonging one's life, it could only be by chance. For example, Su Xiaocui only ate it once and obtained the effect of prolonging her life, while others absorbed a lot of it in their bodies, but it did not have any effect.
It was better to wait for the hare to come to him. If he happened to meet someone, he would get it.
Considering that he was a very rare exception, there were no other subjects to refer to for research, and it was difficult to obtain any useful knowledge by groping for stones to cross the river. It was even more impossible for Liu Changan to offer himself as a research subject in an attempt to solve his reproduction problem.
If it was difficult to reproduce, then so be it. This kind of thing did not matter. As Zhu Juntang said, his genes had determined that he did not need to reproduce.
Moreover, it was not something that he was eager to find out the reason or change the situation. A hundred years, a thousand years, or even ten thousand years were nothing. What Liu Changan was most interested in was not the reason why he was so different. What he looked forward to most recently was going to the dark side of the moon to take a look. This should be something that humans could do before they broke away from the shackles of the body.
The most regretful thing for Liu Changan was that when he was Professor Liu, he and his colleagues had come to a conclusion: alien technology with the goal of plundering resources and StarCraft had limited their ability to break through the shackles of time and space travel. This meant that they could not reach Earth, just like how Earth could not find them. It was meaningless for alien technology with the ability to travel through time and space whether they found Earth or not. It was more likely that they would directly ignore Earth or do something that led to the birth of humans. After that, they would never pay attention to these creatures that thought they were the loneliest in the universe.
The upper limit of human technology was not too far away. Even if they could devour the energy of stars, there was still the problem of limited resources. There was no way to solve all the mysteries of the universe … This was the most regretful thing for Liu Changan.
In this case, Liu Changan felt that it was useless to think too much. It was better to live in the present and live slowly. He would not feel that his biggest regret might never be satisfied and might as well just die. And the most important thing was … there was still room for improvement. Before the upper limit of human technology, Liu Changan was also curious about what the future would be like. If he lived, he would be able to witness the future.
How lucky was that? Liu Changan would not be like some characters created by some self-righteous scriptwriters. He would not think that immortality was a curse and a painful thing.
This was something that humans had dreamed of since they were born. If they were dissatisfied with it, it would be ridiculous. If they were disgusted with it, it would probably be the extreme extreme of hypocrisy and disgust.
Occasionally, Liu Changan would be hypocritical, but he was always grateful for his luck. When he returned to the neighborhood with the book he borrowed from Zhu Juntang, the mahjong game in the mahjong house had already ended. There were still people waving cattail leaf fans and chatting under the grapevine. Liu Changan went over and chatted for a while about what he saw when he was in the production team. He squatted in a corner and looked around. After the rain, the scattered beans did not germinate successfully. Thus, he regretfully went home to sleep.
When he woke up in the morning, he found that the ground was a little wet. It turned out that it had rained in the middle of the night. In fact, if one woke up at night and suddenly found that it was raining, it would make one sit up and feel peaceful.
New buds gradually appeared on the parasol tree. Layers of fine yellow leaves swayed when the wind blew. It looked like a dense cluster of locusts had gathered together. It was a very beautiful sight.
It seemed that the coffin's plunder of vitality was not destructive after all. Or maybe it was just not that hungry for the vitality of plants? One had to know that the little hen and the centipede could not be more dead.
Liu Changan opened the trunk. The original little hen was naturally dead, but the cabbage he put in yesterday afternoon was still fresh and green. It seemed that its appetite had been cultivated, and it was no longer interested in things without vitality.
Liu Changan looked at the drop of scarlet, and there was no change.
Liu Changan buried the dead hen as usual, but he wanted to bury it further away. He didn't want all the centipedes around him to be wiped out. Liu Changan didn't want them to be wiped out. Liu Changan didn't want all the centipedes around him to be wiped out.
When he came back with the shovel, Zhou Dongdong was sitting on a small bench in front of his door. She was biting the bag and drinking soy milk motionlessly, but her eyes were following Liu Changan's shovel.
"Brother Changan, you buried the little hen far away. Are you afraid that I will dig it out?"
"You think too much."
"Then when are you going to take me to dig the little hen?"
"I won't take you."
"Then when are you going to take me to catch loaches?"
"Why should I take you to catch loaches?"
"Because it's fun."
Liu Changan thought for a while, then went to the market with Zhou Dongdong to buy a bucket of loaches. Then he dug a big hole under the parasol tree. He patted the soil around the hole firmly, poured water in, and poured the loaches in.
"Because it will leak, you have to remember to add water. Otherwise, before we can catch the loaches, the loaches will die of thirst, understand?"
"I will protect them."
"And you can ask other children to catch loaches together."
"Can I really?"
"Really."
"They usually don't like to play with me. I don't know if they will come."
"They will."
At this time, Zhou Shuling came back from the breakfast stall. Sometimes Zhou Dongdong would go with her, and sometimes she would stay at home to play with Liu Changan. When she saw the two of them digging a hole under the parasol tree, she smiled and shook her head. She went to put away the breakfast cart, ignored Zhou Dongdong, and went upstairs.
Liu Changan was late for school again. Huang Shan was expressionless when he heard that he was late because he was digging a hole to raise loaches.
After An Nuan knew the reason, she expressed her admiration for Liu Changan, and suggested that he write a book during the summer vacation, "A Thousand Reasons I Was Late During High School."
After Bai Hui knew about it, she thought that Liu Changan was still a child at heart. When she found out that there were children involved, she praised Liu Changan for being kind.
"Yesterday, I found out that Su Mei really existed in history." Bai Hui flipped open the notebook that Liu Changan had casually tossed onto the desk and flipped open the drawing he had drawn. She revealed a shocked expression. "This girl used to be as famous as Fourth Miss Zhao, Lu Xiaoman, and Lin Huiyin. The photos of her that have been passed down are so beautiful … I don't know why they're so beautiful. There weren't even beauty cameras back then."
"Your drawing is beautiful, and it's so similar." This was the main point. Liu Changan was so talented. Usually, when she asked Qian Ning and Lu Yuan to publish a blackboard newspaper together, they couldn't help much.
"I know her." Liu Changan picked up the pen and started drawing again.
Bai Hui was already used to Liu Changan's nonchalance.
After all, classes were for exams. Since the exam results didn't matter, or they were more or less confident, then wasn't it natural to use it for other things?
Liu Changan drew a picture of Ye Sijin.
"Is she your cousin?" Bai Hui recognized her. A woman like Qin Yanan could easily be remembered by young girls. She couldn't help but show an envious expression. "Her figure is so good."
Only then did Liu Changan realize that he had unconsciously drawn Ye Sijin's figure to be similar to Qin Yanan's. The undulating mountains seemed to be bursting out of the paper. However, looking at the drawing, Liu Changan couldn't help but wonder, was he drawing Ye Sijin or Qin Yanan?
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