Looking at the half-open wooden door, Xiao Han suddenly felt that it had been a long time since he had entered this small Taoist temple.
This is not because the two of them are estranged, but because on the one hand, Lao Sun doesn't like people like Xiao Han causing trouble here, and on the other hand, Xiao Han himself is afraid of this place from the bottom of his heart!
In the old Taoist temple, Xiao Han liked to join in the fun when he had nothing to do, brag a few nonsense to the big guys, and do some damage. In the end, Sun Simiao picked up a broom and drove him out...
But once Lao Sun got a microscope and started studying microorganisms, Xiao Han immediately became honest and never came again!
After all, who in this world has the greatest sense of awe for those invisible little things, that is undoubtedly Xiao Han!
Whether it was the unscrupulous Unit 731 in later generations or the plague that ravaged Europe for hundreds of years, they all left a big shadow in Xiao Han's heart!
In later generations where medicine is highly developed, bacterial contamination is still something that makes people jealous, let alone here?
He didn't know whether it was good or bad to let Sun Simiao come into contact with these things so early, but then Xiao Han thought about it carefully: Since the microscope has appeared, it means that this step has been taken!
Human curiosity is terrible. As for the mysterious microscopic world, someone will one day study it. I am afraid that gods cannot stop this!
Rather than letting people who are beyond his control do the research, it is better to let Sun Simiao do the research. After all, Sun will not intentionally release the evil virus.
After thinking about this clearly, Xiao Han simply showed his cards to Lao Sun.
He told Sun Simiao all his knowledge about microorganisms, and the most important thing was the disastrous consequences it could bring.
Regarding this point, Xiao Han did not hesitate to use the most terrifying language to describe the doomsday scene when the virus breaks out!
Finally, Xiao Han told Sun Simiao bluntly: If he really researches something terrible, he will definitely destroy this place without hesitation!
This is not alarmist, this is Xiao Han's rare seriousness and responsibility! Sun Simiao also knew this and did not refute it.
Daniel went to the river, and Sun Simiao should be the only one left in the house. Xiao Han didn't knock on the door, and went directly into the house with the sea bowl.
Because there were no lights on, the light in the room was a little dim. Only the innermost bedroom had some light.
"Daozhang Sun, I'm here to bring you some food. I don't know what time the meal will be served tonight, so you can make do with it first." After shouting, Xiao Han adjusted to the light in the room and stared at the ground carefully.
Go forward. He is really afraid that the old man will kick the casserole for cooking medicine again. Being scolded is just a light thing, but it will not be fun if he burns himself...
"Xiao Han?" With a whisper, the curtain of the bedroom was opened, and Sun Simiao appeared in front of Xiao Han with a brush in his hand.
"Why are you here? Is the car overturned?" Sun Simiao asked with a strange look on his face when he saw Xiao Han.
Xiao Han looked at Sun Simiao and laughed, put the sea bowl in his hand on the table beside him, and then said: "Tsk, such a small gadget, can it be difficult to defeat me? But speaking of it, everyone goes to cheer me on, but you always
It’s not fun to hide in the house!”
Sun Simiao squinted his eyes and glanced at Xiao Han without saying anything. He turned back and put the brush away, then walked out again, lit the oil lamp on the table, washed his hands, and sat down to eat noodles.
Xiao Han watched Sun Simiao work for a long time and ignore him. He was very dissatisfied with the way he treated guests. He knocked on the table hard and said: "Hey, it's not good for you to ignore me like this! I made this noodles myself! I made it myself."
I think of you first before I even eat, and you treat me like this?"
When Sun Simiao heard this, he put the chopsticks he had just picked up on the bowl again, raised his head and said to Xiao Han, "You didn't eat it? I don't believe it! How about you eat this bowl of noodles now?"
"Eat this bowl of noodles?" Xiao Han was dumbfounded. What did you call this? He was so full that he felt like vomiting just by looking at it, and he still ate it?!
Fortunately, Xiao Han reacted quickly. As soon as his brain changed, he said casually: "Uh... I have a bad appetite today, hiccup~"
Okay, I just finished telling the lie, and my stomach let out an unsatisfactory burp... Xiao Han felt that the feeling of being slapped in the face was just one word, embarrassing!
His face was as red as a monkey's butt. Sun Simiao glanced at Xiao Han with a smile but not a smile. He picked up the chopsticks and continued to eat noodles with his head down without being sarcastic.
The noodles were plain, with only a few slices of pickles on them, but Sun Simiao ate them very deliciously. For the old Taoist, being able to enjoy delicious food, and not dissatisfied with simple meals, being at peace with the situation, and having no desires or demands is the highest state he pursues.
Sun Simiao had a good appetite, so he ate up such a big bowl of noodles in a blink of an eye. After picking up the bowl and finishing the last mouthful of soup, Sun wiped his mouth, stood up, turned around and left.
"Hey, why don't you say something?" Unexpectedly, Sun Simiao would leave immediately. Xiao Han didn't even bother to blush, and shouted at Sun Simiao's back!
"Why does Sun Simiao look a little strange today? I haven't offended him in the past two days?" Xiao Han thought in his mind.
In the front, Sun Simiao touched his belly and said without looking back: "What did you say? Oh, the noodles are okay, the pickles are a bit bland..."
With one sentence, Xiao Han almost exploded with anger. He jumped up and shouted: "What? It's watered down! It's watered down and you still eat so much? You are a typical person who picks up the bowl to eat, then puts the bowl down to scold the cook! This is not right of you!"
"Oh, I'll change it then. The noodles are good, but this "dish" is salty..."
Sun Simiao's black humor was not funny at all. Watching Old Sun drift away, Xiao Han fell weakly on the stool.
The black smoke from the oil lamp on the table did not recognize the current situation, and whizzed straight into his eyes. Xiao Han was so angry that he blew out the small flame in one gulp.
After sitting in the dark for a while, when he calmed down, Xiao Han always felt that something was wrong. He stood up and ran to the door of Sun Simiao's bedroom without giving up. He poked his head in and asked: "Hey, Old Sun, what's wrong with you today? Who is it?
Offended you?"
In the room, Sun Simiao was writing something under the lamp when he heard Xiao Han's voice behind him. He put the brush on the pen mountain, turned to look at Xiao Han and said with a complicated expression: "You haven't left yet?"
Listening to Lao Sun's tone, Xiao Han chuckled, opened the curtain and walked in: "No, you are so unusual today. As a friend, I should ask before leaving!"
Seeing Xiao Han who did not regard him as an outsider, Sun Simiao smiled bitterly, shook his head and said: "I couldn't help it just now. Today I am very upset, and I couldn't help but lose my temper with you."
"Haha, it's okay! You are angry at me because you think I am your friend. How can I see you losing your temper with others on weekdays?"
"Hey, Lao Daokong has been cultivating for many years. I thought that I had developed a Taoist heart, but I didn't expect that I still have an ordinary heart."
"An ordinary mind? What's wrong with an ordinary mind? You have to become hard-hearted to be called the Taoist? Then what's the point of becoming the Taoist? Why don't I invite you to a brothel in Seoul...ah..."
In the Taoist temple, which has always been pure, a scream suddenly sounded! The next second, a figure escaped from the Taoist temple in embarrassment, holding his buttocks! Behind him, Sun Simiao stood at the door, with two fingers like swords, trembling at Xiao Han's back!
I'm really glad that Sun Simiao has never practiced the Six Meridians Divine Sword, otherwise it would be a dream for Xiao Han to go out here with all his hair and tail today!
I don't know how the always shrewd Xiao Han suddenly said such a sentence, but after he escaped, Sun Simiao, who should have been furious, suddenly smiled and turned around again, even walking much faster.
