Chapter 592: Eternal Life

Thinker Novel Network

When he walked to the door of the store, Zhang Zian saw a gray figure flashing past the door, as if Richard ran away in a panic after seeing him.

Back in the store, he glanced at Lu Yiyun casually, and felt that she had a strange expression, her eyes were wandering, and she tied her head very low, as if she was trying to hide something.

However, he has too many things to think about right now, and he doesn't have time to think about her abnormal behavior for the time being. He thinks that she is probably thinking about whether to go home during the Spring Festival.

When he came inside, he fed the barbecue to the elves who were waiting to be fed and almost rebelled.

Fei Na and Snow Lion couldn't wait a long time ago, and immediately ate it up. God knows how they can eat so much...

Old Tea's eating style was much more refined. It took off its bamboo hat first, cleaned its paws with the wet towel prepared by Zhang Zian, and then ate slowly.

Richard was also flapping his wings to eat, and Zhang Zian fed him nuts and diced vegetables. While it was eating, it was thinking about Billy, and it couldn't shut its mouth even after eating.

He took out his mobile phone and wanted to discuss with Sun Xiaomeng about keeping the cat in the snack bar. At this moment, Old Cha swallowed a mouthful of barbecue and asked, "Zian, didn't you buy any new year's goods for the New Year? Things will go up when the end of the year is approaching." price."

"There's nothing to buy. It's better to buy fresh vegetables. Buy them now. If they are more expensive, they will be more expensive." He laughed.

"Don't you buy fireworks? I always feel that the New Year in Binhai City is not like the New Year, it's deserted..." Old Cha looked out through the glass door and said sadly.

This is the first New Year that the elves, including Old Tea, spend in the pet shop. Other elves are not interested in the Chinese New Year, and they don’t think there is anything wrong with it. But for Old Tea, who has a strong traditional concept, it I miss the traditional New Year in my memory even more.

Zhang Zian also experienced that kind of New Year when he was a child. However, with the ban on guns in major cities and people's cultural life becoming more and more rich, the traditional Spring Festival has gradually been neglected. Not only is the old tea feeling deserted and old, Zhang Zian and many others felt the same way.

But there is no way, this is the progress of the times.

Zhang Zian told Lao Cha the reason for the ban on firecrackers, it was nothing more than the air quality and the frequent injuries caused by producing and setting off fireworks.

Old Tea groaned, stroking his beard and nodding his head to express his understanding, but his regret was still written on his face, and he murmured, "The sound of firecrackers kills one year old, and the spring breeze brings warmth into Tusu..."

After the new year, the old tea is one year older, and it is probably sighing that the youth is no longer fleeting.

Zhang Zian didn't want it to continue to be sad, so he smiled and said, "It's okay, Mr. Cha, it's just that guns are banned in the urban area. During the Spring Festival, we can go to the suburbs, where guns are not allowed."

Old Cha smiled: "It's okay, I'm just talking casually. Zian, you can go to your own business, π's condition is not very good, and you need to worry about it."

After he finished speaking, he continued to watch TV while eating dinner.

Zhang Zian wanted to say something to comfort Lao Cha, but he opened his mouth a few times but couldn't say anything. He clearly knows that birth, aging, sickness and death are natural for human beings, but is it the same for elves who are born out of the ordinary by the power of faith?

He glanced at Fina and Snow Lion, who were snoring and eating barbecue, and Snow Lion noticed his gaze, and gave him a sideways glance, with meat moss still on his nose.

Although Fina and Snow Lion are in their youth, they will grow old like old tea one day.

He came to the second floor and saw that the light in the living room was off, and the fluorescent light of the monitor reflected π's face. It put on the pince-nez again, and was typing slowly, not sure if it was a bad mood or Cavin.

"π, why didn't you turn on the light? Turning off the light and using the computer is not good for your eyes."

He turned on the light and drew the curtains.

The unnamed book was quietly placed beside the computer in an open state, and the breeze brought by the curtains turned over a page, which reminded him of an anti-poem from the past——Qingfeng is illiterate,

Why are you flipping through books.

In front of the anonymous book, he is Qingfeng who is illiterate.

"Squeak." π scratched his head, with a look of sudden realization, as if he was too focused and forgot just now.

"π, get up and take a rest, rest for a while before writing." Zhang Zian pointed to the hanging basket wicker chair.

π nodded, and was half hugged and half supported by Zhang Zian and lay down in the hanging basket.

Although it was not the first time holding it, Zhang Zian still felt that it was too light, as light as a baby, light and fragile.

"Squeak?"

π made gestures, meaning to ask where he was just now.

"Go to Sun Xiaomeng's pet clinic, you know, and talk to a math teacher for a while." Zhang Zian replied. Although π has never met Sun Xiaomeng, it knows what happened in the past and everything about Sun Xiaomeng.

π blinked his eyes, and seemed to be interested in the word "mathematics".

Zhang Zian picked up the untitled book, he is not wearing pince-nez now, the pages are blank. He casually flipped through the pages, changed the topic to a lighter one and asked, "π, let me ask you a question."

"Squeak?" Pi tilted his head in doubt.

"This is a book about life, the universe and everything." Zhang Zian handed it the book, and said half-jokingly: "Since it's about life, does it talk about how to prolong life, or even live forever? Don't you?" You know, I am quite afraid of death. So many emperors in ancient China who sought elixir, did any of them really become immortals?"

But π picked up the book, flipped through it carefully, and then shook his head.

This answer was within Zhang Zian's expectations. After all, there is no basis for immortality. If everyone lived forever, the population of the earth would explode.

"What about elves? Can elves live longer?" He asked casually.

π picked up the book and flipped through it again, this time for a long time, scratching his head and frowning from time to time, as if he had encountered a difficult problem.

It didn't immediately deny this possibility, but it gave Zhang Zian a glimmer of hope. When there was no hope, he could only accept the fact that Lao Cha was getting old, but now that there was a glimmer of hope, he became worried about gains and losses, for fear that hope would turn into disappointment again.

After waiting for a while, π finally put down the book and nodded solemnly.

"Huh? Really? Can the lifespan of elves be extended?" Zhang Zian suddenly became excited, "How to extend it?"

π pointed to the laptop, and Zhang Zian brought it over for him.

It typed: The time has not come, the future is not yet determined.

Zhang Zian smacked this line of words several times. Although the time has not come, it is always good to know that it can prolong life. This is the difference between 0 and 1.

"How long can it be extended? Two years? Three years?" He asked again, not daring to have too high expectations.

π typed: infinite.