I'm really immortal

Liu Changan passed through a small park on his way home. The small place was actually decorated with landscapes, trees and rocks that had a certain flavor. There were green lotus leaves in the pool, the size of a three-way soup bowl, and several double petals of different colors. The lotus was in bloom, and a small money turtle showed its head and swam among the lotus leaves with its short legs, which was quite funny.

After watching the turtles and herrings swimming among the aquatic plants for a while, I finally concluded that the fish here should be edible, but I didn't go into the water to catch them. By the time I got home, it was already dark.

I bought a big pig head at the vegetable market. It was a pig that was killed in the afternoon. It felt fresh. Liu Changan didn't ask the stall owner to help with it. He took it home and cleaned it. He peeled off the pig's skin and took out the pig's brain.

Although the pig head is big, the brain is not big. Liu Changan held it in his hand and carefully picked out all the blood on it with a toothpick. It was as smooth and soft as cheese, slightly fishier than the spinal cord, and had similar nutritional composition. , without the infiltration of bones, the taste is not so thick and fragrant.

There are many ways to make brain flower, including stewing it, frying it, steaming it, and also using it to make cakes in weird ways. Have you ever tried brain flower cake?

Of course, Liu Changan chose the most delicious and delicious roasted brains. He divided it into two halves, spread some oil on the inner layer of the tin foil, and started roasting it slowly over low heat. There was no need to rush the heat of this thing.

While waiting for the aroma to come out, Liu Changan sprinkled some autumn oil and sesame oil in. Zhou Dongdong came down with the big thermos box in his arms, "Brother Chang'an, mom made iced crayfish for you!"

"Thank you, put it here...be careful."

"What is this?" Zhou Dongdong looked at the contents of the tin foil bowl with curiosity and a little fear.

"Baked brains."

"Is it tofu pudding?"

"Brain."

"Nai Zi!"

"Brain! Brain here!" Liu Changan tapped Zhou Dongdong's forehead.

"Roast the child's brain!" Zhou Dongdong was shocked.

"I can't communicate with you."

But it smells so good. Zhou Dongdong looked at this thing that seemed to be roasting a child's brain, and he thought wittily that Brother Chang'an was not a monster and could not eat children, otherwise Zhou Dongdong would have been eaten long ago.

So this must be something else delicious.

"Would you like some?" Liu Changan sprinkled some MSG and chopped green onions, dug some out and put them in a small bowl.

Zhou Dongdong shook his head vigorously and looked warily at the small bowl Liu Changan placed in front of her.

Liu Changan ignored her and ate his own food. After a while, Zhou Dongdong couldn't hold on any longer. This must not be the brains of a child, so he just had a small bite!

I didn’t taste it in the first sip, I need to try it again!

It has a little taste, you can try it again!

…

Zhou Dongdong licked the bowl, but unfortunately there were not three bowls left to eat.

After eating the lobster, eat iced crayfish. This is a less mainstream way of eating, but it is more suitable for summer, and it tastes more leisurely, unlike ordinary times when you eat it and you sweat profusely.

"Who is this beautiful aunt?" Zhou Dongdong pinched the tail of the shrimp and peeled it. As a child, the one thing Zhou Dongdong is good at besides eating is peeling lobsters. While eating, he looked at Liu Changan's cell phone that lit up. Screen.

"Only those who are about the same age as mom can be called aunt. This is my sister! If you call her aunt, she will..." An Nuan was wearing a cheongsam and looked more mature, which confused Zhou Dongdong's ability to judge age, and Liu Changan flicked her forehead. one time.

"Will she eat my brain?" Zhou Dongdong touched his forehead in fear.

"No, you have no brain."

"I have!"

"Stupid kids are stupid because their brains were eaten."

"Then I didn't have it in the first place, or I was eaten..."

"How would I know?"

After eating the lobster, Zhou Dongdong occupied Liu Changan's lounge chair. Liu Changan listened to the radio, washed his hands and texted An Nuan back, always asking Liu Changan to guess what she was doing, or asking Liu Changan what she was doing.

After chatting until very late, Zhou Dongdong went back to sleep. Annuan's sending and replying messages suddenly slowed down, and then she told him that Han Zhizhi came to sleep with her and said good night to Liu Changan.

Liu Changan looked at the sky on the other side of the city, thinking that if people had such communication methods in ancient times, there wouldn't be so many ancient quatrains describing gatherings, separations, and reunions.

Look at An Nuan, the messages he sent are all nutritious! If Master Yi An also had a mobile phone, maybe "One Cut Plum" would be like this: The message has been sent, but he still hasn't replied. This indifferent person makes my heart so sad. Gently groping for the phone screen, I waited alone for a reply. I looked up at the WIFI signal. It was full of signals, but why was no message sent? It was with that jingling sound that a message finally came, and the light of the phone illuminated the face and bed.

It's probably not that bad. In short, it definitely doesn't have the charm of "it's just on the brow, but it's on the heart".

"You haven't liked my Weibo for a long time. I just saw it."

Starting with a question is a common tactic used by women to give up their reserve and show a hesitant attitude when talking to people.

While I was idle, I saw a message from another cute little girl. It seemed that the energy after calling her fat had finally dissipated.

That's right. We all had a great time chatting. After chatting for such a long time, it's really too much to have a cold war if something goes wrong.

While chatting, Liu Changan was thinking about the conveniences brought by the birth of mobile phones and their impact on the world, as well as its impact on literature. He was wondering whether the decline of modern classical poetry was really related to mobile phones or to aesthetic taste. The times have changed.

Or we should wait a hundred or two hundred years and take a look at people's conclusions and opinions on these literary phenomena at that time. If we are in this era and cannot jump out, our thinking will have more limitations, just like in the 1980s and 1990s. The qigong craze of that era seems ridiculous now, but it had its roots at that time. Liu Changan also practiced qigong when he was bored and became a qigong master... But he was not as mysterious as those qigong increases production and qigong launches satellites, but It’s a real skill.

Waiting for another one or two hundred years... Waiting for another one or two hundred years to understand an insignificant problem is nothing to Liu Changan, but not everyone can wait for one or two hundred years casually. Liu Changan's heart will eventually Some spring bugs are stirring again. Can the example of the little girl from the Shangguan family be replicated?

After the coffin was struck by lightning, when I touched it for the first time, I didn't think of many things. I only saw many fragmented scenes of Liu He, which looked very confusing. At that time, I felt that since I touched Zhao Jianzi's utensils, I remembered a lot of things. Regarding Zhao Jianzi's affairs, why did he think of his own affairs when he touched the coffin?

In fact, what he was thinking about at that time was what happened to the little girl from the Shangguan family, but because in those scenes, Liu He appeared with her. When he recalled it, his focus was on himself, and he did not notice her in the scene.

After all, it was a bit ridiculous at that time. Although the subjects of the experiment were all his concubines, it was a pity that no one was found to have copied his ability. It was more than two thousand years later that a success was confirmed.

At that time, the little girl was the Queen Mother.

Liu Changan can be sure that without any reason of his own, the little girl from the Shangguan family would not be able to survive today just relying on this coffin. Just like Li Hongfang said that Mrs. Xin Zhui was also a living coffin, but in fact Mrs. Xin Zhui still died after she was unearthed. of.

What kind of operation was carried out at that time? It seems that it cannot be said that it was all his responsibility?

It was really suffocating. Liu Changan patted his face... Forget it, don't think about it so much. It happened more than two thousand years ago. From a woman's perspective, she only counts some things as someone else's harm to her. According to Their logic is also natural.

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