Portrait

For Liu Chang'an, having a child was particularly difficult, likely relying entirely on luck rather than simply having many women try. While it's true that even without thunder or lightning, how many times can a rabbit survive? The correct principle is that success requires effort; hoping for a miraculous lottery win is a waste of time. This is what is meant by:

raging waves rise hundreds of feet from flat ground.

Two or three thunderclaps sounded in the dry season.

Poor fellow, waiting by the tree stump under the sun.

The cool rabbit never encounters the spring grass growing.

However, Liu Chang'an had also thought about trying to have more children, but such things are always difficult. Even things like prolonging life depend on chance. For example, Su Xiaocui only needed to consume it to get the effect of prolonging life, while others absorbed a lot of it but it didn't have any effect.

Let's just wait and see who happens to get it.

Furthermore, given that he was an extremely rare exception with no other subjects to refer to for research, it would be difficult to gain any truly useful insights by feeling his way across the river. Liu Chang'an was even less likely to offer himself up as a research subject in an attempt to solve his reproductive problems.

So what if it's difficult to reproduce? It's not a big deal. As Zhu Juntang said, his genes dictate that he doesn't need to reproduce.

Moreover, this isn't something he's eager to know the reason for or change the situation. A hundred years, a thousand years, ten thousand years are nothing. What Liu Chang'an is most interested in is not the reason why he is so different from others. What he is looking forward to recently is to go to the far side of the moon. This is something that humans should be able to do before they break free from the shackles of the physical body.

Liu Chang'an's biggest regret was that years ago, when he was Professor Liu, he and his colleagues reached a conclusion: extraterrestrial technology aimed at plundering resources and interstellar supremacy was precisely limited by resources, preventing them from breaking through the shackles of time travel. This meant they couldn't reach Earth, just as Earth couldn't discover them. For extraterrestrial technology that had gained the ability to travel through time, whether they discovered Earth or not was meaningless to them. They wouldn't even bother to greet Earth's life forms; they were more likely to simply ignore them. Or perhaps they did something that led to the birth of humanity and then never paid any attention to these beings who considered themselves the loneliest in the entire universe.

Human technological capabilities have a not-too-distant upper limit. Even the ability to absorb the energy of stars is subject to resource limitations, making it impossible to solve all the mysteries of the universe... This is Liu Chang'an's greatest regret.

Since that's the case, Liu Chang'an felt that thinking too much was pointless. He should just live in the present, take his time, and live life to the fullest. He couldn't possibly feel that his biggest regret might never be fulfilled, so he might as well just die. And importantly, there's always room for improvement. As long as human technology hasn't reached its limit, Liu Chang'an was curious about what the future would be like. Living would allow him to witness the future.

What incredible luck! Unlike some self-righteous characters created by screenwriters, Liu Chang'an doesn't believe that Longevity is a curse or a painful thing.

This is something that humankind has dreamed of since the dawn of humanity. To feel dissatisfied with it is utterly absurd, and to feel disgusted by it is probably the epitome of affectation bordering on nauseating.

Liu Chang'an could be sentimental at times, but he was always grateful for his circumstances. Holding the book he had borrowed from Zhu Juntang, he returned to his neighborhood. The mahjong game had ended, and people were still chatting and fanning themselves under the grapevines. Liu Chang'an joined them and chatted for a while about his experiences during the production team era. He squatted in the corner and looked around. It had rained recently, and the beans he had sown hadn't sprouted properly. So, he went home to sleep with some regret.

When I woke up in the morning, I found the ground was a little wet. It turned out that it had rained in the middle of the night. Actually, if you wake up one night and suddenly find that it is drizzling or pattering, it is something that can make you sit up and feel peaceful.

The sycamore trees are gradually sprouting new buds, layers of fine, scattered yellow. When a gust of wind passes by, they sway, like tiny locusts gathering together, which is quite a beautiful sight.

It seems that the coffin's plunder of life is ultimately not destructive, or perhaps it simply isn't as thirsty for life from plants? After all, the hen and the centipede were both dead beyond any doubt.

Liu Chang'an opened the carriage door. The original hen was naturally dead, but the cabbage that had been put in yesterday afternoon was still fresh and green. It seemed that its appetite had been spoiled and it was no longer interested in things without life.

Liu Chang'an looked at the drop of scarlet blood, but nothing changed.

After throwing in today's batch of baby hens, Liu Chang'an, as usual, buried the dead baby hens, but he buried them further away. Liu Chang'an want all the centipedes around to be wiped out.

When he returned with the shovel, Zhou Dongdong was sitting on a small stool by his door, biting a bag and drinking soy milk without moving, her eyes following Liu Chang'an's shovel.

"Brother Chang'an, you buried the little hen in a very, very far place. Are you afraid I'll dig it up?"

You're overthinking it.

"When are you going to take me to dig for baby hens?"

"I'm not taking you."

"When are you going to take me to catch loaches?"

Why should I take you to catch loaches?

Because it's fun.

Liu Chang'an thought for a moment, then went to the market with Zhou Dongdong to buy a bucket of loaches. They dug a large pit under the sycamore tree, tamped the mud around the pit firmly, poured water in, and then poured all the loaches in.

"Because it leaks, you need to remember to add water, otherwise the loaches will all die of thirst before we can catch them, understand?"

I will protect them.

"And you can invite other children to come and catch loaches together."

Is it really possible?

"Real."

"They don't usually like to play with me, I wonder if they'll come."

Yes, it will.

Just then, Zhou Shuling returned from her breakfast stall. Sometimes Zhou Dongdong would go with her, and sometimes she would stay home and play with Liu Chang'an. Seeing the two of them, one big and one small, digging a hole under the sycamore tree, she smiled slightly, shook her head, put away the breakfast cart, and went upstairs without paying any attention to Zhou Dongdong.

Liu Chang'an was late for school again. It was said that he was late because he was digging a pit to raise loaches. Huang Shan didn't show any expression.

After learning the reason, An Nuan expressed her admiration for Liu Chang'an and suggested that he write a book during the summer vacation titled "A Thousand Reasons Why I Was Late in High School".

When Bai Hui found out, she thought Liu Chang'an still had a childlike heart. When she discovered that children were involved, she praised Liu Chang'an for his kindness.

"Yesterday I discovered that Su Mei really was a historical figure." Bai Hui flipped through Liu Chang'an's notebook, which he had casually tossed on his desk, and opened the drawing he had made. She looked shocked. "This girl was once a prominent young lady of the Republic of China era, on par with Miss Zhao Four, Lu Xiaoman, and Lin Huiyin. The photos of her that have been passed down are so beautiful... I don't know why they were so beautiful, especially since there weren't even beauty filters back then."

"Your drawing is so beautiful, and it really looks like it." That's the key point. Liu Chang'an is actually so talented. Usually, when I ask Qian Ning and Lu Yuan to help me with a blackboard newspaper, they can't help much.

"I know her." Liu Chang'an picked up his pen and started drawing again.

Bai Hui had already gotten used to Liu Chang'an's unreliability.

Attending classes is ultimately for the purpose of exams. If you feel that the exam results don't matter or are somewhat confident about them, then isn't it perfectly reasonable to use that time for other things?

Liu Chang'an painted a portrait of Ye Sijin.

"Your cousin?" Bai Hui recognized her. Women like Qin Yanan were always unforgettable for young girls, and she couldn't help but show an envious look. "She has a really good figure."

Only then did Liu Chang'an realize that he had unconsciously drawn Ye Sijin with a figure similar to Qin Yanan's, her curves seemingly about to burst out of the paper. Looking at the drawing, Liu Chang'an couldn't help but wonder, was he drawing Ye Sijin or Qin Yanan?

Or perhaps... Liu Chang'an tapped his fingers on the table.