An Nuan, Worthy of Sympathy

The next morning, as Liu Chang'an was reading in the tree, his phone, which was placed under the tree, lit up. Liu Chang'an glanced at it and saw it was a message from An Nuan, so he asked Zhou Dongdong, who was under the tree, to turn on the screen and take a look.

An Nuan sent a message asking Liu Chang'an to send a selfie of himself getting ready to go out today.

"Take a picture of me," Liu Chang'an said to the kid who was stupid, didn't do well in school, but knew how to use a mobile phone.

Zhou Dongdong ran around the sycamore tree, took a picture of Liu Chang'an, then threw her phone under the tree and ran upstairs to get her soy milk.

When Liu Chang'an jumped down to drink soy milk, he looked at the photos Zhou Dongdong had taken and sent them to An Nuan with great satisfaction.

Today's breakfast was Zhou Shuling's own invention: cured pork rice noodles, just with a different topping. She insisted on calling it a new invention, so we let her be. Liu Chang'an tried it and thought it was edible, but there was no need to add it to the menu.

Liu Chang'an and Zhou Dongdong were eating noodles under the sycamore tree when they saw Old Man Qian walking over again.

Old Man Qian sneered and waved the thing in his hand triumphantly.

A thick roll of plastic wrap.

Liu Chang'an suddenly thought of the aging problem. It is not only important to ensure that the elderly have support, but also to ensure that they have opportunities to contribute. If they are idle all day and do nothing of substance, they are prone to going astray and becoming obsessed.

Old Man Qian tore open the plastic wrap, waved it triumphantly, and then began to tie the sycamore tree in circles.

The sycamore tree was quite large, and it was difficult to tie it up while standing still. So Old Man Qian had to run around the sycamore tree in circles until he finally tied up a thick layer. He was so tired that he collapsed under the sycamore tree.

Liu Chang'an poured two glasses of water, drank one himself, and then drank the other.

Old Man Qian didn't care about Liu Chang'an's sarcasm, and chuckled twice, "Didn't expect that, did you? I have a brilliant plan."

"Do as you please." Liu Chang'an nodded.

"I've been racking my brains these past two days to come up with this idea. Since plastic wrap can preserve things, it means it won't block the essence of heaven and earth. By patting it through the plastic wrap, I can communicate with the essence of heaven and earth contained in this tree without being infected by that glucose..." Old Man Qian stood up, feeling refreshed after finally getting what he wanted.

"Didn't you say spiritual energy last time? How come it's become the essence of heaven and earth?" Liu Chang'an asked.

"Spiritual energy... spiritual energy is also a kind of essence of heaven and earth. The essence of heaven and earth contains spiritual energy and precious energy." Old Man Qian had his own reasoning.

Liu Chang'an nodded and continued eating his noodles.

Old Man Qian then began patting the tree, smugly provoking it as he did so.

After Zhou Dongdong finished her noodles, she tilted her head to watch Old Man Qian pat the tree, waiting for Liu Chang'an to finish his noodles before jumping up the steps with his bowl in hand.

It's impossible for a child like that not to get a beating. Before Liu Chang'an could even remind him, the bowl fell to the ground. Zhou Dongdong quickly picked it up and was terrified to find that the bowl wasn't broken. He didn't dare to jump anymore, so he quickly hugged the bowl to his arms and ran home.

Liu Chang'an continued reading his book, while Old Man Qian was patting the tree. After a while, he realized that Liu Chang'an was completely ignoring him, and he became somewhat disheartened. Why wasn't this guy making a fuss today? This made Old Man Qian very frustrated, because according to his original plan, he was the one patting the tree. Liu Chang'an finally couldn't find any reason to stop Old Man Qian, and then he stood by helplessly and angrily.

"I'm telling you, I'll be back to film! Don't think I'm not going to film anymore, or you'll tear my film off!" Old Man Qian filmed randomly for a while, but eventually got bored, threw out a couple of harsh words and left. After taking a few steps, he came back and picked up the remaining half bundle of plastic wrap and took it back with him.

Liu Chang'an looked up at the sun and squinted. The sun was a bit too bright. Would he look better with sunglasses on?

Back then, owning a pair of imported sunglasses was a real status symbol. Sitting on the grass on campus, wearing sunglasses, holding a megaphone, and swaying to the rhythm, you could attract the attention of countless girls in white shirts and long skirts.

Liu Chang'an opened his phone, glanced at An Nuan on the screen, and got up to change his clothes.

A four-person date can actually be a little awkward if it's not a group of very close and familiar friends.

If Gao Dewei and Miao Yingying were together, and I was with An Nuan, and the four of us were strolling around, the scene of Liu Chang'an and Gao Dewei mocking Miao Yingying, Miao Yingying getting furious, and An Nuan smiling would be quite delightful.

Unfortunately, Gao Dewei and Miao Yingying are ultimately not a good match. According to Liu Chang'an's feeling, although Miao Yingying cares about Gao Dewei now, if they were to be together for a long time, once their feelings faded, Miao Yingying would eventually find being with Gao Dewei boring. This is because Gao Dewei n't do many things with her, and he wasn't interested in many aspects of the life she wanted. In that case, problems would arise.

It's not a big deal. These days, when young people are in love, it's common for them to be cheated on or have their partners cheated on, and the choice of which color to wear is often beyond their control. Just take it easy.

In matters of the heart, a lasting relationship ultimately requires mutual care and respect, shared interests and aspirations, and the ability to understand and fulfill each other's needs.

Both psychologically and physiologically.

Of course, this is the ideal situation. Most people would rationally choose to suppress their dissatisfaction and not disrupt the current state until they can no longer tolerate it, which would probably involve some common family squabbles.

An Nuan and Han Zhizhi came from River West. The guy who was pursuing them was staying at a hotel in Baolong Center. Liu Chang'an followed his girlfriend's instructions and set off on time. He went to Starbucks in Baolong Center, ordered a cup of tea, and sat by the floor-to-ceiling window, watching the fog dissipate and the sunlight warm the colors of the city as if through a filter.

If a world just like the one before us existed, the only difference being the complete absence of the concept of light, wouldn't a person's perception of other objects in such a world be closer to the original concept? For example, wouldn't they perceive the friction of two intimate bodies as two lumps of flesh?

It's probably how a born blind person perceives the world... Liu Chang'an adjusted his pupils and eyeballs, temporarily losing his sense of light, and slowly reached out to touch the table, almost knocking over a teacup.

Qin Yanan once thought Liu Chang'an didn't have the ability to adjust his eyes... How could that be? Could it be that when he was shattered to pieces, he would still have two intact eyeballs stubbornly and indifferently observing the world? That would be impressive, but it's not like that.

Actually, even if you sit in a well-lit place with your eyes closed during the day, you can still perceive light, but you just can't form an image. Many people can be defined as blind in medical terms, but they are not completely without the sense of light. After Liu Chang'an's eyes could no longer receive light, this feeling of absolute darkness was somewhat nostalgic, because there really were areas in the underground world where even he couldn't feel the light.

"Dude... are you Liu Chang'an?" a voice rang out beside Liu Chang'an.

The unfamiliar voice, brimming with masculine hormones mixed with a faint perfume scent, was a combination that was very alluring to a woman's sense of smell.

Since I couldn't see, without any conscious effort, my other senses became more developed, or rather, they were already developed but were interfered with by other sensory information. Now, the interference has simply been removed.

Liu Chang'an nodded and continued to sense it.

"I didn't expect... An Nuan is your girlfriend, right?" The boy looked very surprised. He had seen photos of Han Zhizhi and An Nuan together. Such a sunny, beautiful and lovely girl, and her boyfriend was blind! He received a message saying that An Nuan's boyfriend had arrived at Starbucks and was sitting there. At this moment, besides himself, the only other person in Starbucks was this blind man in front of him. He had just seen the blind man rolling his eyes and groping around everywhere.

Liu Chang'an took out his sunglasses from his pocket and put them on.