Wu Mian is sitting in the office studying to improve the positioning of brain pacemaker. The emotion and surprise from Yuan Xiaoli in the distance have nothing to do with him.


    He was so focused that his white jade fingers sometimes knocked on the keyboard and sometimes on the desktop.


    Recently, the effect of Alzheimer''s disease patients after treatment is very ideal. Director Zhou Guohui is also constantly studying. Wu Mian basically doesn''t go to the operating room except watching him do a few at first.


    Follow the ward round every morning, collect data, improve the software and make it more perfect.


    Go home at night, eat with your parents, talk and laugh, often scolded, plain as water, but also happy. Day by day, Wu Mian gradually got used to the rhythm of life in his hometown.


    ……


    After double 11, bajingzi ushered in the second snow.


    The snow is heavy this time. The snow in the hospital of jianxie hospital is so thick that you can step on it without your ankle.


    Wu mien came to the fun, and pulled Chu Chu Xi out to walk. The sound of stepping on the creaking steps was not the only voice. The health worker picked up a broom and shovel under Ma Xiude''s organization to start clearing the snow.


    From small to large, Wu Mian has seen a lot about Qingxue and has long been used to it. But this time it was different from usual. Two young boys were mixed in the team. They carried a machine similar to a wind fire extinguisher on their shoulders.


    With the wind blowing a road, the sidewalk is clean as if it had never snowed. Instead of sweeping again and again with a big broom as usual.


    "Brother, when did bajingzi start blowing snow with this? East... West... Next time it snows, you go to ximen''er to clear the snow behind your back, and I''ll send a circle of friends." Chu Zhixi said with a smile.


    "The homophonic stem needs to deduct money." Wu Mian said, "the hair dryer is very good. In the past, it was not estimated that the economic conditions were not good. The newly fallen snow was still soft. It was more comfortable to blow directly to both sides of the road. It was much cleaner than the swept road."


    "In a few years, it''s time to use intelligent robots." Chu Zhixi smiled.


    Wu Mian was slightly stunned, and the bits and pieces of life changed inadvertently.


    It''s shocking to think that there are more than a dozen little guys running in the hospital area of jianxie hospital, blowing the snow away with a 360 degree hairdryer.


    You don''t even have to clean after the snow stops. You blow while you go down. Anyway, it''s an intelligent robot and won''t feel cold.


    "Brother, what do you think?" Chu Zhixi bent down and pinched a snowball. Seeing Wu Mian staring at her hand, he also felt boring, so he asked in a funny voice.


    "I''m thinking..." Wu Mian said with a smile, "what if the snowdrift is blown high."


    "There''s a car."


    "Girl," said Wu Mian.


    "Ah?"


    "At that time, the snow shoveling staff will wear powered exoskeleton and incarnate as GAODA to shovel snow."


    "..." Chu Zhixi smiled happily.


    "Come on, let''s go to the special ward." Wu Mian said.


    "You drive, the snow is too heavy." Chu Zhixi said.


    Wu Mian took the car key, made a phone call with Matthew, and then drove slowly away from jianxie hospital.


    When he came to the special needs ward, Wei Dabao was not in. He was not on duty today. Two doctors from Medical University were changing shifts.


    There was no special work. Wu Mian came directly to fan Zhongzhi''s courtyard and knocked gently at the door.


    After knocking three times, Wu Mian pushed the door in.


    The path in the yard has long been cleared, and a Chimonanthus chinensis is in full bloom in the wind in the white yard.


    Wu Mian was very satisfied. Holding hands, he entered the house with Chu Zhixi.


    Fan Zhongzhi and Chu Boxiong are sitting at the table drinking tea. Wu Mian feels that this picture is very strange.


    "Here comes Dr. Wu." Chu Boxiong looked directly at Wu Mian with snow like eyes. For a moment, Wu Mian even felt that old Mr. Chu could "see" himself.


    "Mr. Chu, you two are so interested." Wu Mian smiled.


    "Sit down, I''ll make tea for you." Mr. Chu said, "Mr. Fan, you go on. I''m listening."


    Fan Zhongzhi glanced at Wu Mian and asked, "boy, come round?"


    "Well, take a look." Wu Mian and Chu Zhixi sit down. "There''s nothing wrong with this side now. Just come once in three days. You don''t want to see me..."


    "Don''t be a bitch." fan Zhongzhi smiled and stretched out his hand to fight.


    "What are you talking about?" asked Wu Mian.


    "Talk about what happened in those years." Chu Boxiong held a wooden clip in his right hand, scalded two tea bowls in boiling water, washed them three times, and put them in front of Wu Mian and Chu Zhixi.


    "Mr. Fan and I like black tea. If you''re not used to it, you''ll make do with it."


    "I also like black tea," Chu Zhixi said.


    "Well, Zhengshan seed is very good." Wu Mian said, "that''s the smell of rotten sweet potatoes, especially like the autumn vegetables my mother used to store. There were few sweet potatoes at that time. You can only eat sweet potatoes for the new year. I still remember that smell. I''m afraid I won''t forget it all my life."


    "Sweet potato with silk?" Chu Boxiong asked.


    "Well," said Wu Mian, "you two continue."


    As he spoke, he watched Chu Boxiong''s movements.


    Although Mr. Chu was blind, his movements were very stable, as if his eyes were particularly good. Every movement was rigid and not bad at all.


    "How about your side?" fan Zhongzhi sipped his tea and asked.


    He wears a lot and is old. It takes a lot of effort just to drink tea.


    "Before you beat me, my father and I ran to Nanyang, and there were white eyes everywhere." Chu Boxiong said, "in troubled times, local teachers are not worth money. Just like antiques, only in the prosperous world did someone want to ask Feng Shui. At that time, the world was in chaos, and they didn''t know whether they could live until tomorrow."


    Chu Boxiong skillfully poured two cups of tea for Wu Mian and Chu Zhixi, and then took a sip of it himself. The tea soup tasted at the tip of his tongue for a long time before youyou said, "at first I knew you were out. I still remember my father was in a hurry and found several Nanyang earth masters."


    "Oh? What''s the hurry?" asked fan Zhongzhi.


    "After more than a hundred years of fighting, we have almost returned to unification. After a few good years, this is reincarnation. When we get together for a long time, we will divide, and when we get separated for a long time, we also hope to prosper." Chu Boxiong said.


    "Yes." fan Zhongzhi nodded slightly.


    "But no one expected to touch the American military front at this time. My father basically forgot what they said. I remember that Mr. Huang cried bitterly at that time, saying that the Chinese people were suffering from many disasters, and the suffering of more than 100 years has not come to an end. The defeat is certain, but it''s a pity that the people in China don''t know how many people there are..."


    With that, Chu Boxiong smiled gently, as if recalling the situation of that year.


    "Many people packed up and prepared to leave. But the world is big, where is home? But soon after reading the newspaper that they won for the first time, everyone didn''t believe it."


    "Oh?" asked fan Zhongzhi, "which battle?"


    "It should be the second battle in my memory."