(After the college entrance examination, I wish all students good results.)

Zhou Dong's song "Egg Fried Rice" directly pushed the celebration meeting to "Gao Chao". If we only talk about the difficulty of the performance and the meaning of the lyrics themselves, this song is far less than Wu Rongrong's heavy metal rock music; if we talk about elegance and professionalism, it is even more comparable to Gu Yanan who is not allowed to wear a short skirt to perform ballet in public.

The beautiful female president's little swan made all the opposite sexes look straight at it. This kind of dance is really suitable for beauty. Gu Yanan's beautiful swan-like neck is like a real winged swan, making men think about holding her in their arms.

But whether it is heavy metal rock or elegant ballet, it is difficult to connect with the catering industry. Zhou Dong's "Egg Fried Rice" is cheerful and lively, but it sings the voice of countless people who are diligent, and it is natural to get the most votes.

"Master Zhou, congratulations on becoming the most popular person tonight."

Gu Yanan had just changed out of the ballet suit, and there was a hint of tide on her cheek! Red, she asked playfully while shaking the red wine in the glass: "I find that you seem to be more interested in money than honor?"

Speaking of which, Gu Yanan was a little itchy. When the check was awarded with the 50,000 yuan bonus, the kid looked at how many zeros there were on the check. Not only was he not very interested in honor, he seemed to be too lazy to take a look at her, the beautiful president.

Although Zhou Dong is just a big boy in her eyes, the feeling of being ignored is still very bad. She has never been ignored by the opposite sex since she was young.

"The awards covered with walls are absolutely not as practical as money."

Zhou Dong responded lightly. His views on money are the same as his father, and he does not bend over money but does not reject money. Economic freedom allows him to set up a new home for his parents in Fengqi Mountain at will. What can the walls of awards and banners be exchanged for?

It is not the 1980s now. In fact, even in that era, the budding ten thousand yuan households have begun to attract people's attention.

"It's good that you can think of it."

Gu Yanan smiled faintly and turned around and left, leaving only the charming smell of French perfume in the air.

"Women are always so strange, they like to keep half of their words?"

Zhou Yi shook his head, greeted the fat man who was still preparing to play for a while, and turned around and left the banquet hall.

The third gold medal fragment mission of the death-free gold medal has been activated, and the difficulty is far beyond Zhou Dong's expectations.

"Please get the title of 'The Most Care People's Pastry Master'.

Time is not limited, and a total of 100 diners are required to sincerely thank the host and believe from the bottom of their hearts that the host is the most caring people's pastry chef in this era..."

People's pastry chef?

What a title that is marked by the times?

A familiar song seemed to ring in Zhou Dong's ears.

‘Who does the wonderful spring belong to? It belongs to me, you, and the new generation of our 1980s!’ These are all nostalgic music from my dad’s generation.

"System, are you sure you are just a program, not born to cheat me?"

Zhou Dong was a little angry. This task was too difficult, right?

"Host, in this era where material desires are rampant, morally lacking, every family sweeping the snow in front of their doors and only helping their young ladies cross the road, don't you think the glorious title of "people's pastry chef" is precious?

As the future chef god, your food is a weapon, and your food is a culture. So, show the honor of the last century, reshape the new trend of the industry, return to the original heart, and start with me!"

"It's so good, it's like listening to a report meeting, but the system, what exactly should I do to complete this task?"

Returning to the original intention sounds very high-end and absolutely positive, but where is the entry point of this task? Zhou Dong feels very confused.

"Please give your own insights and search for them..."

"What a good tip, should I thank you in the system?"

"Comrade, you're welcome."

Another answer that is very imprinted by the times.

***

A person is sometimes wise and poor. If you can’t think of it, don’t be too stubborn. This is the advice of experts from Chudu Mental Hospital.

Look at the time, because I left early, it is not until four o'clock in the afternoon.

Since I came to Jiuzhou Dingshi for internship, I have been busy and even become a "Zhou Catfish" and a "Zhou Model Worker". I haven't visited my "spiritual mentor" for a long time.

Well, I couldn't think of how to complete this tricky task for a while. I just happened to visit him when I had time today.

Zhou Dong is still very touched when he remembered the help this old man had helped him.

The old man's surname is He. He said that he is the same clan as Zhou Dong's head teacher, and his name is even more strange, called "Why ask"; Zhou Dong initially thought that this was the one he talked about when he was sick, but later he found out that this name was on his ID card.

"Why do I ask why my name is?

What kind of grudges do you ask about? What kind of life do you say? The lonely geese pass by, and only Xiaofang is in your heart. Xiaodong, do you know that Xiaofang is a girl in our village, and I also wrote a song for her...

You ask me what the name of the song is? I don’t know, you don’t know, Grandpa He, I am also mentally ill? But I still remember the lyrics, what is it... You asked me to think about it carefully, I remember it!

‘There is a girl named Xiaofang in the village. She is beautiful and kind, has big beautiful eyes, thick and long braids...

It sounds nice, right? But this is not my true talent, just a country slang song... Let's talk about history, which means that Yingzong was captured by the Oirats..."

Zhou Dong felt that the old man was completely different from ordinary mentally ill patients. Sometimes he lived a better understanding than his father, and he was very knowledgeable. He often talked to him about "Twenty-Four Histories" and "Zizhi Tongjian" back then. The comments were so exquisite. Professor Yi and Mr. Yuan were just like this. Will such a person be a lunatic? The genius is almost the same!

Zhou Dong didn't stay in the mental hospital for a long time. Later, when he left, he was really reluctant to part with the old man. I remember that the old man stood behind the iron window of the severe isolation room and waved at him: "Let's go, go, don't come back after leaving!"

That being said, Zhou Dong is a nostalgic person. He will come to visit this old patient during festivals. Every time he listens to him talk about history and life from an abnormal perspective, Zhou Dong always feels strange. This old man seems to understand more than the normal people outside.

It's been two or three months since I saw him, and I really miss him a little.

After calling a taxi, Zhou Dong jumped into the driveway: "Go to the tea shed."

The driver suddenly shuddered: "Are you a mental hospital in the tea shed?"

“Or where else could it be?”

"Oh, little brother, are you going to see a friend?" I can't ask if someone is visiting a relative, it sounds like a curse and will be beaten.

"That's right..."

Zhou Dong looked out the window with his eyes as if he had returned to the unbearable but very peaceful years: "Go inside to visit an old patient."

"My patient?"

The driver suddenly felt panicked. There was something wrong with the oil-li cooperation, and the car suddenly jumped forward.

"Yes, my former patient, when I think of him, I miss that time..."

Zhou Dong continued to recall the killing, and the driver was panicked again. The old driver actually got the "car wind" and the engine was turned off at the critical moment.

***

After countless hardships, the taxi finally arrived at the Chudu Tea Shed Abnormal Human Research Center, commonly known as the "mental hospital".

This is a paradise that is far away from the hustle and bustle of the world, but rarely fights in the world, and is far away from the ground, leisurely seeing the southern mountains, with countless "philosophers" appearing; a very good place is really not a lie, and anyone who doesn't believe it can come in and experience a new human life.

Zhou Dong got out of the car and was going to touch his wallet to pay the fare, when he saw the driver jumping out of the accelerator and hurriedly said, "Brother Driver, I haven't paid the car yet!"

The answer to him was the roar of the engine, which was probably the second gear that was directly at 50 kilometers per hour.

"Hey, it's like this every time. These normal people are sometimes the most abnormal."

Zhou Dong shook his head and wanted to give the driver the title of "Good Driver of the People".

When he arrived at the "Schizontal Personality Ward" on the third floor, Zhou Dong got off the elevator and saw that Aru, the most beautiful and charming nurse in the ward, was lying on the office table alone, her slender legs were crossed and twisted together, and her peach-shaped skin was bulging high, and she was muttering something in her mouth, but she didn't know what she was nagging.

Zhou Dong tiptoed toward him and heard Aru sighing—“Life is like snow, beauty is like flowers, I am burying flowers today and laughing at me, who is the one who knows when I am buried in the next year?”

Very literary, just a little sad.

A tea shed is a change of people.

When Aru came here half a year ago as an intern, she was still a little girl who was jumping like shrimps. When she chatted with people, her little face turned red like a big apple. Isn’t this saying that it’s deep?

Zhou Dong probably would have been a contemporary poet in the first half of this year. At that time, he could change his name and call Gu Ru, and write a poem, which could be called "two generations".

Grandpa He has not said that the gap between the tea shed and the outside world is not the differences and incompatibility between patients and normal people, but more like the generation gap between two generations, as incommunicating as water, fire, ice and charcoal.

What a philosopher-inspired and wise theory. Who would have thought that this was actually from an old madman?

"Hey, it's Brother Dong, are you here? Are you discharged from the hospital after being controlled? I heard from the doctor that you have also attended Qingxiang Technical School, why do you remember that you are coming home?"

Not long after Aru met Zhou Dong, Zhou Dong was discharged from the hospital, but this girl was familiar with her and she called her brother Dong so kindly that she was so kind.

Zhou Dong was very worried about her title that was completely contrary to the times. She always felt that this girl was also schizophrenic and often fantasized about being the Lin Daiyu who carried a hoe to bury flowers every day.

Fortunately, Aru has a lively personality and has no obvious symptoms yet.

"Come and see Uncle He, is he still okay now?"

Zhou Dong smiled very sunny and said strangely. He was the least sociable in the "outside" and most of his words were cold. Instead, when he came here, he showed his true nature everywhere, just like when he returned home.

"What's the good thing? It's a big deal. Go and see him. He's having a hunger strike in the room. He said that the new chef in the cafeteria is not good, and he always wants to poison him!"

"Is this aggravated the condition?"

Zhou Dong was a little worried when he heard this: "Okay, you're busy with yours. I'll go see Mr. He. This old man just likes to speak out, and I'm afraid he's wronged the new chef again."

"Why are you talking about wronged? That's not necessarily... Oh, I won't say it anymore. When the director heard it, he should scold me again. Brother Dong, you can go by yourself, you are familiar with this place anyway."

The weather in Chudu is as hot as early summer. Although the central air conditioner is turned on in the hospital building, Zhou Dong has a slightly sweaty look along the way.

When he walked to the door of Ward 308, Zhou Dong frowned.

Before the door was opened, I felt a gust of hot wind coming out of the crack of the door, especially the strange smell of sweating, sour feet. This old man must have been trying to open again, but it is really not worry-free.

I heard the door chant "The most delicious taste of the world is plum salt, it turns out that the face is true, star anise is the master of the minister, and pepper and garlic also deceive the king!"

This old man is getting crazy. He is not afraid of heat when closing the door and air conditioner in the summer, and he still writes poems?
To be continued...