(The college entrance examination is over, I wish all students good results.)

Zhou Dong's song "Egg Fried Rice" directly pushed the celebration party to the "High Dynasty". If we only talk about the difficulty of the performance and the meaning of the lyrics themselves, in fact, this song is far inferior to Wu Rongrong's heavy metal rock music; if we talk about elegance and professionalism

Sex, even more so than Gu Yanan, who was not allowed to wear a short skirt to perform ballet in public.

The beautiful female CEO's little swan made all the opposite sexes look at her. This dance is really suitable for beauties. Every time Gu Yanan's beautiful swan-like neck bends, it looks like a real broken wing.

Swan, makes men want to take her into their arms.

However, whether it is heavy metal rock or elegant ballet, it is difficult to associate with the catering industry. Zhou Dong's "Egg Fried Rice" is cheerful and lively, but it sings the voice of countless diligent people. It is only natural that it won the most votes.

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

Gu Yanan had just changed out of her ballet clothes, with a hint of flush on her cheeks. While shaking the red wine in her glass, she asked playfully: "Compared to honor, I find that you seem to be more interested in money."

?”

Speaking of which, Gu Yanan was still a bit itchy. When the check for the 50,000-yuan bonus was handed out, the boy was just looking at how many zeros there were on the check. Not only was he not very interested in honors, but he also seemed to be much less interested in her, a beautiful CEO.

Have a look.

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 like this since she was a child.

“The certificates plastered all over the wall are definitely not as practical as money can bring.”

Zhou Dong responded lightly. His views on money are the same as his father's. He does not bend to money but does not reject it either. Economic freedom allows him to freely arrange a new home for his parents in Fengqishan. The walls are covered with certificates and banners.

What can be exchanged for it?

It’s no longer the 1980s. In fact, even in that era, the up-and-coming 10,000-yuan households had already begun to attract people’s attention.

"It's good if you think so."

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

"Are women always so weird? They always like to keep half of what they say?"

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

The third death-free gold medal fragment mission has been activated, and the difficulty far exceeds Zhou Dong's expectation.

“Please host to obtain the title of ‘The Most Caring People’s Pastry Chef’.

There is no time limit, and a total of one hundred diners are required to sincerely thank the host and sincerely believe that the host is the most considerate people's pastry chef of this era..."

People’s pastry chef?

What a title that bears the mark of the times?

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

‘Who does this wonderful spring time belong to? It belongs to me, to you, to our new generation in the 1980s!’ This is a nostalgic golden song for people of my father’s generation.

"System, are you sure you are just a program and not created to trick me?"

Zhou Dong was a little angry. Isn't this task too difficult?

"Host, in today's era of rampant materialism and lack of morality, where every family sweeps the snow in front of the house and only helps the little sister to cross the road, don't you think that the honorable title of 'People's Pastry Chef' is extremely precious? ?

As the future chef god, your food is your weapon and your food is your culture. So, go and show off the honor of the last century, reshape the new trend in the industry, and return to your original heart, starting from me!"

"That's really good. It's like listening to a report meeting, but the system, what exactly do I need to do to complete this task?"

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

"The host is asked to realize and find by himself..."

"That's a really good tip. System, should I thank you?"

"Comrade, you're welcome."

Another answer that is very characteristic of the times.

***

A person's wisdom is sometimes limited, so if you can't think of anything, don't get into trouble. This is the advice of experts from Chudu Psychiatric Hospital.

Look at the time, because I left earlier, it's not yet four o'clock in the afternoon.

Since I came to Jiuzhou Dingshi for internship, I have been busy all the time, and I have even become the "Chow Catfish" and "Model Worker Zhou". It has been a long time since I visited my "spiritual mentor".

Well, I couldn't figure out how to complete this cheating task anyway, so I took advantage of my free time today to visit his old man.

Zhou Dong is still deeply touched when he thinks of the old man's help to him.

This old man's surname was He. He was from the same clan as Zhou Dong's class leader He Bijin, and his name was even weirder. It was called "Why Biwen". Zhou Dong initially thought that this was another nonsense the old man was talking about when he was ill, but later he found out his identity. That's the name on the certificate.

"Why do you need to ask why my name is called?

What about grievances, what about life? The world is so lonely, only Xiaofang is in my heart. Xiaodong, do you know, Xiaofang is a girl from our village, I even wrote a song specifically for her... ..

You ask me what the name of the song is? How could I know? You don’t know that Grandpa He and I are also mentally ill? But I still remember the lyrics. What is it... Let me think about it carefully. I remembered!

'There is a girl named Xiaofang in the village. She is good-looking and kind-hearted, with big beautiful eyes and thick and long braids...

Sounds good, right? But this is not my real talent, grandpa, it’s just country slang... Let’s talk about history and explain that the Yingzong was kidnapped by the Wala people..."

Zhou Dong felt that the old man was completely different from ordinary mental patients. Sometimes he was more understanding than his father, and he was very knowledgeable. Back then, he often told him "Twenty-Four Histories" and "Zi Zhi Tong Jian", and his comments were exquisite. Professor Yi and Teacher Yuan are nothing more than that. Would such a person be a madman? They are more like geniuses!

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Zhou Dong didn’t stay in the mental hospital for long. When he left, he really couldn’t bear to leave the old man. I remember that the old man stood behind the bars of the severe isolation room and waved to him vigorously. : "Let's go, let's go, if you leave, don't come back again!"

Having said that, Zhou Dong is a nostalgic person and will still visit this old patient during holidays. Every time he listens to him talk about history and life from an unusual perspective, Zhou Dong always has a strange feeling. This old man

He lives as if he understands better than those normal people outside.

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

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

The driver suddenly trembled: "Cha Sheng Mental Hospital?"

"Where else could it be?"

"Oh, little brother, are you visiting a friend?" You can't ask someone if they are visiting relatives. It sounds like a curse and you will be beaten.

"That's right..."

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

"Patient?"

The driver suddenly panicked. There was something wrong with the oil clutch, and the car suddenly jumped forward.

"Yes, I was a former patient. Thinking of his old man, I still miss those days..."

Zhou Dong continued to reminisce, and the driver panicked again. The old driver actually got a 'vehicle wind' and stalled the engine at the critical moment.

***

After countless hardships, the taxi finally arrived at Chudu Teahouse Abnormal Human Research Center, also known as the ‘mental hospital’.

This is a paradise far away from the hustle and bustle of the world, with little fighting in the world, far away from home, leisurely seeing Nanshan, and countless "philosophers" haunting it; it is a very good place, I am not lying, anyone who doesn't believe it can come in and experience a new experience

A new life for mankind.

Zhou Dong got out of the car and was reaching for his wallet to pay the fare when he saw the driver step on the accelerator and jump out, saying hurriedly: "Brother driver, I haven't paid the fare yet!"

What answered him was the roar of the engine. It was probably that the second gear went directly to the speed of 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 'People's Good Driver'.

Arriving at the 'schizophrenia ward' on the third floor, Zhou Dong got off the elevator and saw Aru, the most beautiful and charming little nurse in the ward, lying alone on the desk in a daze, mumbling something, not knowing what was going on.

What are you talking about?

Zhou Dong tiptoed closer and then heard Aru sighing - 'Life is like snow, and beauty is like flowers. If you bury flowers today, you will laugh like an idiot. Who knows who he will bury next year?'

It's so well written, but a bit too sad.

The tea shed is about changing people.

When Aru came here as an intern half a year ago, she was still a lively little girl like a shrimp. When chatting with others, she would get excited and her face would turn red like a big apple. Doesn’t this mean she is deep?

Zhou Dong estimates that Aru will become a contemporary poet if he stays like this for half a year. Then he can change his name to Gu Ru and write poems called "Two Generations".

Didn't Grandpa He say that the gap between the tea shed people and the outside world is not the differences and incompatibility between patients and normal people, but more like the generation gap between two generations, like water, fire, ice and charcoal, unable to communicate.

This is such a wise talk full of wisdom from a philosopher. Who would have thought that this statement actually came from the mouth of an old madman?

"Hey, it's Brother Dong, you're here? Didn't your condition get under control and you were discharged from the hospital? I heard the doctor said that you also attended Qingxiang Technical School. Why did you remember to 'go home'?"

Zhou Dong was discharged from the hospital not long after Aru met Zhou Dong, but this girl knew her so well that she called him "Dong Ge" every time, which made her extremely affectionate.

Her title, which was completely contrary to the times, made Zhou Dong very worried. He always felt that this girl was schizophrenic. She often fantasized that she was Lin Daiyu who carried a hoe to bury flowers every day.

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

"Let's see Uncle He. How is he doing now?"

Zhou Dong smiled brightly, which was strangely tight. He was the least sociable 'outside' and most of his words were cold. On the contrary, when he came here, it was just like returning home, showing his true temperament everywhere.

"What's the matter? He's making a fuss right now. Go and see him quickly. He's on a hunger strike in his room. He's talking bad about the new chef in the cafeteria, and he's always thinking of poisoning him!"
To be continued...