"The girl is at home with my mother now." Wu Mian said.


    "Little Shiniang will go too?"


    "Of course." Wu Mian said, "Lao Lin, you often go to see me at home. If I''m not at home, you can take care of me."


    Taoist Lin smiled, "that''s for sure."


    When Wu Mian came to the back hill courtyard, he didn''t go in. Instead, he asked Taoist Lin for three incense sticks, lit them and inserted them in the small incense burner in front of the back hill stone tablet.


    The stone tablet is tall, but the censer is very small, which looks out of proportion. Wu Mian didn''t care. He sat quietly on the stone steps, twisting a cigarette in his hand and didn''t light it.


    "Little martial uncle, what do you think?" Taoist Lin asked.


    Immediately, he thought of fan Zhongzhi''s words and realized that he might have asked more, so he smiled and said, "say something you can say."


    "Lao Lin, do you think I''m different from usual today? How can old man fan see it at a glance?" Wu Mian asked suspiciously.


    "I didn''t see it."


    Wu Mian concentrated on his memory and said with a smile a few minutes later, "forget it, who knows, maybe I''ll be a few years older, and I''ll naturally understand it after 30."


    "If you have experienced life and death, some intuition will naturally become sharp," said Taoist Lin.


    "Perceptual thinking is controlled by the amygdala of the brain, which is responsible for the most primitive response.


    For example, at the critical moment of life and death, the plane roared overhead and the guns whizzed in your ears. You can either fight, escape or pretend to be dead. You don''t have time to carefully analyze whether the shell is closer to you or the bullet will come to you the next second.


    It stimulates our adrenaline and makes us have the fastest response in the shortest time, "Wu Mian said.


    Taoist Lin looked at the little martial uncle sitting in front of the stone tablet in the back mountain and couldn''t help but be dumbfounded when he listened to his three words.


    Why are you so professional? It''s both the amygdala and adrenaline. I don''t understand when I say so much.


    But Taoist Lin didn''t expect that Wu Mian''s words had not finished yet.


    "Rational thinking is controlled by the prefrontal cortex of the brain. It is responsible for analysis and judgment and secondary processing of reality. Once it encounters a stress event, it immediately crashes and gives all energy to the amygdala."


    "This is what you call a more sensitive relationship after life and death. The old man''s amygdala region is indeed developed, which can be proved by MRI. From the imaging point of view, his region is indeed very developed." Wu Mian said gently.


    "Er... Little martial uncle, what do you want to say?"


    "Just talk." Wu Mian smiled. "Do you know why I''m interested in these?"


    Taoist Lin shook his head and thought you were a freak.


    "Mr. Qian Xuesen wrote a letter in the 1980s, suggesting that our future development direction is to light up the scientific and technological tree of human science," Wu Mian said.


    "It''s the old man who is old and confused." Taoist Lin smiled. "After that, the society was very chaotic. All kinds of Qigong came out as demons. I remember a picture in which many people had pots on their heads and said they could receive cosmic signals."


    "Hey." Wu Mian shook his head.


    "Doesn''t it mean that scientists will study theology when they get old?" Taoist Lin asked, "Newton is like this."


    "Newton, that''s digging at the foot of the wall. Do you know what Newton denied in his book? He denied the Trinity."


    "..." Taoist Lin was stunned.


    "Do you know what Mr. Qian does?"


    "Scientists, who study rockets." Taoist Lin was surprised. How could little martial uncle ask himself such a simple question?


    "Mr. Qian''s value is in the world''s top jet power laboratory, but his greater value is not here," Wu Mian said.


    "What?"


    "Paper clip action, you know."


    Taoist Lin shook his head.


    "Operation paper clip was a plan for the United States to absorb German scientists during the Second World War. At that time, the United States transferred a large number of German rocket technical experts and high-level researchers to the United States by competing for German technical experts."


    "On May 2, 1945, Qian Lao followed the 44th infantry division of the US Army into the Bavarian mountains and captured rocket engineer Magnus."


    "Mr. Qian questioned a large number of scientists, including Feng Braun, the father of rockets, and Ludwig Prandtl, one of the founders of modern mechanics. He also had access to almost all the military secrets of the United States and had an extraordinary understanding of the development of military equipment."


    "To put it simply, old Qian... He didn''t naturalize in the United States..." Wu Mian sighed, "MD!"


    "Little martial uncle, what''s the matter?"


    "I''m not naturalized, and many secrets don''t let me participate." Wu Mian said with deep regret, "talent is still not enough, at least one geometric level worse than Qian Lao."


    Taoist Lin doesn''t know how awesome Qian is. But he knows exactly how awesome little martial uncle is.


    There is a geometric difference between the two... Taoist Lin thought of Qian Lao, who only knows his name and whom he respects and respects, not only with awe.


    "Maryland never let me in. It''s really special!" Wu Mian scolded again. "Anyway, Qian was the person who designed the future science and technology tree. Qian was always the only foreigner in the strategic planning group at that time. Otherwise, how could there be those things later?"


    "You mean strategic scientist?"


    "HMM." Wu Mian nodded. "It''s a strategic scientist! Unfortunately, we were too poor at that time and it was too difficult to think about science and technology trees. Lao Lin, I''ve always wanted some money to think about human science."


    “……”


    "In fact, Zheng Linyuan could have been discharged long ago, but I left him. Do you know why?"


    "..." Taoist Lin said nothing.


    "I hope we can have a chance and hope for world peace." Wu Mian said softly. His voice was like snowflakes falling on the snow. Even if Taoist Lin stood next to Wu Mian, he could only listen.


    "Little martial uncle, do you have ideas?"


    "If only I had ideas," Wu Mian said, "More than ten years ago, my teacher and I went to give Mr. Qian a physical examination, and Mr. Qian said a few words to me. But I''m not a staff member, and he didn''t say anything important. My feeling... The location of the amygdala suddenly has a lot of biological current... Hahaha, maybe Mr. Qian is too sacred in my heart, so I can''t even say a word after meeting."


    "Little martial uncle, do you have such a stupid second grade?" Taoist Lin laughed.


    "Of course." Wu Mian said, "don''t say that. You take care of my family when I travel. You have the phone numbers of Xue Yuan and Ma Yuan and wechat."


    "Yes," said Taoist Lin, "there are more contacts with the horse yard."


    "OK, just find the horse yard for small things. I''ll be back in half a month. Slow down. I''ll be back years ago and years later." Wu Mian said, "don''t say so much like dying."