When the big bubble on his finger touched, it hurt so much that tears were about to fall out, but the man didn't flick it when he had tears!

Qu Nanxiu has been educated since he was a child that he can carry a thousand catties on his shoulders, step on thousands of mountains, be able to support the sun and the moon in his hands, and embrace all rivers in his mind. A manly man, his head can be broken and bleeding can flow, but he can't cry!

But in fact, crying is a great way to decompress and help detoxify the body. It's not a sin to vent your emotions behind closed doors once in a while.

The notion that Qu Nanxiu couldn't cry was so ingrained that he had no choice but to divert his attention and pick up the bedside magazine.

It is an international authoritative journal in the field of biology and medicine, ELIFE.

When I passed by the newsstand, I parked the stall and bought it.

At that time, the small owner of the newsstand still felt strange, a vendor who bought finger cakes, who was not busy worrying about his livelihood, actually bought such an obscure magazine to read, and he could understand it!

Qu Nanxiu reads page by page with relish and sweetness. I used to dream that one day my paper would appear on it, but now I'm afraid it can only be a dream.

There is an interesting article that says that Albert Einstein once did a famous experiment: if you let a man sit opposite a beautiful woman for an hour, he felt as if it was only a minute, but when he sat the same person on a hot stove for a minute, he felt like it was more than an hour!

Humans have coined two very different words to describe time – time like an arrow, and time like years.

Time has always moved at its own pace, never favoring anyone, but why is our perception of time so different?

Just like when I was in love with Li Tangni, I always felt that the time was too short, but when I rubbed my hands and ears in the cold wind and waited for customers, it was so difficult for a few minutes.

In response, scientists have found that by manipulating the dopamine neurons in the substantia nigra of the mouse brain, it is possible to alter the animals' perception of time, making them estimate the time interval too long or too short.

For example, why can couples cook porridge on the phone until midnight?

Because of the activated dopamine neurons, their estimation of time is shortened.

Qu Nan thought about it, the time and space in the illusion often change, as a slaughter hero, he leaps thousands of miles at every turn, spanning decades, is it also dopamine at work?

He was reading in fascination when his phone rang.

Inexplicable nervousness, inexplicable excitement, and inexplicable anticipation.

I hope it's her, but I'm afraid it's her.

Not only did I use Li Tangni's money for a while, but I also yelled at others, I always felt guilty in my heart, and I was not in the mood to think about how to apologize the next time we met, although I missed her very much, and when I thought about it so much, I had to take off my arms in the cold and do thirty or forty push-ups in a row underground!

Of course, there is another method that also works, which is to say to yourself a hundred times, "I am not worthy of others".

Ran goose, he thought too much, it was just a wrong call.

Qu Nanxiu smiled bitterly, too, no one should be worried about himself now.

It's so cold, he thinks about someone.

What happened to Hong Ye next to the canal? I wanted to give him a pair of gloves last time, by the way, and the liquor that was promised to him, I was so busy that I didn't care about it.

Anyway, the injury on his hand today hurts terribly, and it is estimated that he will not be able to sleep for a while, so it is better to go and see him.

Qu Nanxiu grabbed his clothes and left, rushed into the supermarket and grabbed a pair of waterproof thick gloves, a thickened Lei Feng hat, a pack of hot sauced beef, and a few bottles of Erguotou, and went straight to Hong Ye's shelter under the bridge, which was almost a quilt in the sky and a bed on the ground.

I can't say that I have any friendship with Hong Ye, but because he looks like the beggar gang Hong Qigong in the novel, so I casually call him Hong Ye, and the call is quite smooth, and the chat is quite speculative. Actually, I don't even know his real name, so it doesn't seem to matter too much.

Some people in the world are like this, when they meet in Pingshui, they are like old at first sight, which sometimes makes you miss, but you don't have to deliberately agree on the next time you meet.

Hong Ye's story has the imprint of the times, and his life has been full of ups and downs, but he can bend and stretch, know his mistakes and change them, be optimistic and humorous, and do not bow to fate.

In Qu Nanxiu's heart, he is a very charming old man, much more real and stronger than many well-dressed beasts.

From afar, I saw a person hunched over, tinkering with something on the ground near Hong Ye's "home". Listening to the sound, it seems to be stepping on a waste paper shell or something.

The light is dim and I can't see clearly. But looking at that thin figure, it doesn't look like him, because Hong Ye is quite burly.

"Hong Ye!

The man turned his face when he heard the commotion and asked alarmedly, "What are you doing?"

Sure enough, it wasn't him.

"What about the one who lives here?"

"Oh, you said that homeless man who was tall and strong, had a loud voice, and was missing a finger?"

Qu Nanxiu was a little anxious: "Yes, what about others?"

"Who are you?"

"I'm his friend. ”

"As for friends," the man said disdainfully, "then you should know that his surname is not Hong, his surname is Huang!"

"It doesn't matter what his last name is, where the hell has he gone?"

"Dead. ”

"Dead?!"

Qu Nanxiu's heart instantly lost weightless, as if he had been thrown down from dozens of floors.

A while ago, weren't people chatting well? Aren't they still telling themselves the secrets of their sisters!

After a long time, Qu Nanxiu reacted: "Impossible! I saw him not long ago." ”

"How could it be? An acquaintance of mine saw it with his own eyes, covered with a piece of cloth, because the old yellow man was tall, and his ankle was exposed. ”

Qu Nanxiu staggered back two steps, and his heart turned over: "How did you die?"

The man casually continued to step on the cardboard under his feet, so that he could tie it up later: "I heard that I was bitten by a mad dog, and I didn't want to get an injection, I got tetanus or rabies or something, can I not die? ”

Qu Nanxiu's nose was sour for a while, and his eye sockets were overflowed with warm liquid gushing out, no matter what kind of man he had tears, he didn't flick!

Unexpectedly, the man changed his words and said happily: "It's a pity that those bottles, if only I gave them to me, it is estimated that I can sell them for more money." Anyway, his territory is mine now, haha!"

Qu Nanxiu's heart was torn by pain.

How can we be insensitive? Is it true that a human life is not as important as a few broken bottles?

may be in the eyes of many people, the death of Hong Ye, a homeless man, is as light as a feather, and at most it is mentioned as a leisure topic after dinner, but in the eyes of his Qu Nanxiu, it is definitely not the case!

If you have drunk together, talked to each other, and said heart-wrenching words, you are friends and brothers!

Xiaoqu raised his face, opened his eyes wide, so as not to fall tears one after another, and forced himself to ask with grief and indignation, "Where is the corpse?"

The other party said nonchalantly: "The police station has taken it away, confirm your identity, and contact your family! If no one claims it, it will be cremated directly, and you don't have to pay money, isn't it good?" ”

That tone is like telling the fate of an ant.

Qu Nanxiu only felt weak, as if he was seriously ill.

He sighed: Good people, just gone.

I don't know if the son that Hong Ye is thinking about can be contacted? Even if he does, will he be willing to come to see him for the last time?

Hong Ye drank wine at the time, dancing happily, and he was still thinking about it-

“...... I didn't live here before. Believe it or not, back in the early nineties, I made my fortune by smuggling gold...... When I was young, you and I were handsome, and there were always beautiful girls around me. Hong Ye's method of chasing women is nothing more than two sentences - if she is not deeply involved in the world, take her to see the prosperity of the world, and if she has gone through vicissitudes, take her to ride the Trojan horse a few times......"

"It's a good experience, but if I had the chance to do it all over again, I wouldn't go down this path. It is said that the way of heaven is good for reincarnation, who does the sky forgive? I still live a down-to-earth life guarding my wife and children. My son should be in his thirties now, and he probably doesn't remember my father for a long time......"

The tears overflowing from the corners of the eyes, blown by the cold wind, hurt the sand, but they were far less than the pain index of the heart.

Qu Nanxiu sniffed and opened all the bottles of the second pot.

Smelling the smell of wine, the man next to him hurriedly shouted, "Young man, are you going to drink here?

Qu Nanxiu snorted lightly in his nose and did not answer.

He should have hated this man's cold-bloodedness, but he didn't hate it too much. Because, for that person, a few bottles are the source of income for his survival, and they are the number one focus of attention.

I don't have the power to demand nobility from others, to be compassionate to others, and I don't have the ability to make any changes in society.

The only thing I regret is that I didn't come to see Hong Ye earlier and drink a strong drink with him. This kind of regret will probably follow me for a long time.

"Professor Luo, I want to regret the medicine, ten copies!"

Qu Nanxiu poured all the two pots under the bridge, even if it was to send this bleak New Year's Eve on the last journey.

"Brother, go all the way, little brother hopes that you will go to a paradise with love and wine, and you can be happy every day. ”

Every time I saw Hong Ye, I was in a very good mood, but this time, Qu Nanxiu left with unusually heavy steps.

The night was even darker like a devil, as if it could swallow him in an instant. Maybe the origin of many sins is because of fear of darkness and loneliness, right?

He wondered sadly, if he died here now, would anyone know? How long would it take for anyone to find out?

What if it was a star?

Not to mention that the lives of celebrities are threatened, it is probably that if they change their hairstyle or even change their earrings, they will immediately have thousands of fans like it, right?

Maybe the world, as a Hugo Award-winning novel, is really divided into people from the first world, people from the second world, and people from the third world. Then he and Hong Ye undoubtedly belong to the third world, and Cheng Liuchao and Li Tangni ......