"Aunt Wang, how long have you been working on the construction site?"

Wang Mei hurriedly straightened her posture and responded: "It's been almost 20 years, Xiaojun has a lot of expenses at home after he was born, and I don't know anything else, so I went to work at the construction site. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info"

"And what is your education?"

"I, I graduated from vocational school, majoring in tailoring." Wang Mei looked extremely embarrassed.

In the 80s and 90s, some technical schools, vocational schools, and technical secondary schools also opened tailoring classes, watch classes, pen classes, etc., and after the advent of the tide of industry 2.0, these majors slowly lost their competitiveness.

There are garment factories all over the country, and a ready-to-wear garment is many times cheaper than a made, and there are fewer and fewer tailors. The same is true for those who repair pens and watches.

Song Baojun expressed his understanding and said: "Since I have been working on the construction site for 20 years, I must have some understanding of all aspects of the construction site. ”

Wang Mei nodded hurriedly: "Yes, yes, I know a little bit about what process and what process, although ...... Well, that, not very systematic. ”

"And how are you treated in the engineering team?"

"Do odd jobs for 200 a day, and you can have 6,000 yuan a month, but in fact, you may not be able to do it every month, sometimes you can't get so much if you do a few days of rest, and the average is 4,000 a month."

Song Baojun said: "Aunt Wang, I want you to participate in the training of safety positions, and take up the post after qualifying, and provide reference and suggestions for our safety officers with your rich knowledge of the construction site, the salary is calculated according to the formal safety officer, the basic salary is 6,000, and the normal can get 10,000 yuan, what do you think?" ”

"Well, of course!" Wang Mei was overjoyed, and her wrinkled face overflowed with a bright red light.

Song Baojun said: "Xiao Feng, you help Aunt Wang go through the formalities, and you don't have to go to the Yakun engineering team in the future, and transfer the working relationship to the safety supervision department." ”

"Commissioner Song, I—I really don't know how to thank you." Wang Mei suddenly became incoherent, with a choked tone, and said, "I, I've lived all these years...... It's so bitter. My child has been in college for a few years, and there are places to use money everywhere, and I ......"

"It doesn't matter, life will be better in the future."

Feng Jialin walked to the side and reminded softly: "Okay, cry later, don't affect the work of Committee Member Song, I will go through the formalities with you." Uh, Commissioner Song, Ding Yongqiang, the head of the Yakun engineering team, is still waiting in the reception room, do you want to meet him? ”

"Let him wait until six o'clock to get off work and go back, write a safety self-check and hand it in within three days, to be handwritten, more than 10,000 words, carefully check the handwriting, if it is written by someone else, the punishment will be doubled."

"Okay."

……

After explaining everything, Song Baojun still had to rush back to the city, Liu Xiyue was already waiting, and made an appointment to go to her house to treat Liu Qinglin yesterday.

Song Baojun still thinks about how to help Liu Qinglin, and the personalities of the two people can interact in the imaginary space, which is really sudden and uncertain.

Just like the "uncertainty principle" of a particle in physics, you can't know the position of a particle and its velocity at the same time, as long as you measure it, it will inevitably change. You have to re-measure, but it changes again, and so on and so forth.

Liu Qinglin's newborn personality is also full of this uncertainty, as long as he is not careful, he will lead to an unknowable end.

So you have to be very cautious.

After Song Baojun's posture yesterday, Liu Xiyue's attitude has obviously improved a lot.

Perhaps because she was afraid of her embarrassment, He Shulan said that she would not go home for dinner if she worked overtime tonight, which would save her a lot of trouble.

After eating a dinner that was very simple for Liu Xiyue but very hearty in Song Baojun's eyes, he began to try to re-engage with Liu Qinglin.

Liu Qinglin was still so innocent, rolling on the carpet in the room with a childish attitude, and when he saw Song Baojun entering the door, he actually turned his head and called his brother-in-law.

This made Liu Xiyue very surprised, Liu Qinglin's memory is very unstable, what he learned today will be forgotten tomorrow, and the people he knows today will not remember tomorrow, he can firmly remember Song Baojun, which shows that he is deeply impressed, and it also shows that Song Baojun is indeed different from ordinary people.

Qin Rong was also in the room, her eyes full of anticipation.

"Qinglin, what are you playing?" Song Baojun stepped forward and squatted down beside Liu Qinglin, wanting to open the topic.

"I want ice cream." Liu Qinglin rolled to Song Baojun's feet and answered the question.

Liu Xiyue hurriedly said: "Lin Lin, eating ice cream all the time is not good for the stomach." ”

Song Baojun waved his hand and said, "Fine, just watch from the side, don't intervene." ”

"Uh, okay."

Song Baojun asked again: "Lin Lin, is the ice cream delicious?" ”

"Brother-in-law, when will you have a baby with your sister?" Liu Qinglin's second inexplicable words made Liu Xiyue blush.

"Do you want a baby to play with?" Song Baojun reached out and touched his head.

"I want an excavator." Liu Qinglin said.

Song Baojun looked at Liu Xiyue puzzled.

Qin Rong explained on the side: "I took him to the park last month, and there was that kind of toy excavator for children to play with, and he could dig in the sand, and he played for an afternoon. ”

Song Baojun asked Liu Qinglin some questions in a row, but this kid didn't answer what he asked, and sometimes he would throw out more nonsensical questions, his thinking tended to be chaotic and fragmented, and he couldn't communicate with people normally.

Liu Xiyue sat on the sofa next to her and watched them ask questions, sometimes feeling amused, sometimes frowning.

When I heard Song Baojun ask, "Young man, do you love your sister very much?" Liu Qinglin replied: "Love! She smiled from the bottom of her heart. When Song Baojun asked, "Stinky boy, why are you so stupid!" She could only shake her head helplessly.

And Qin Rong faintly felt that Song Baojun's question had a deep meaning, and she didn't dare to interject indiscriminately.

In Liu Xiyue's eyes, he seemed to be teasing a mentally handicapped young man with impaired intelligence with ruthless words, but Song Baojun felt the changes brought about by Liu Qinglin's subtle emotions all the time.

Gradually, Song Baojun saw the deep sorrow hidden in Liu Qinglin's eyes, which was an unspeakable sadness and sorrow. The new personality confined in the small black room is like a drowning man who finds a life-saving straw and is trying his best to send him a distress signal.

And he couldn't do anything about it, watching him drown deeper and deeper in the water.

Song Baojun suddenly read in a soft and low voice: "Dao Chong, and use it or not." Abyss, like the sect of all things. Frustrate its sharpness, resolve its disputes, and its light, and its dust. Zhanxi, as if it exists. I don't know whose son is the first of the emperors. ”

This is the fourth chapter of the Tao Te Ching, which means: Tao, empty and formless, but its power is endless, profound and profound, like the ancestor of all things. Give up the sharpness of self-righteousness, get rid of the confusion of all things, and identify with your dust in the light of your life, and you will be able to see his existence in the darkness. I don't know who produced him, who preceded all visible emperors.

Song Baojun invoked the accumulated ghostly energy, and the philosophical personality awakened and recited the original text of the Tao Te Ching in a special frequency tone.

The soft, low and repetitive tone with a high suggestiveness gently vibrated Liu Qinglin's eardrums. If Liu Xiyue swore that there was nothing wrong with her eyes, she saw that the air flow coming out of Song Baojun's mouth was like substance.

Almost at the same time as he finished reciting the Tao Te Ching, Liu Qinglin closed his eyes and fell into a deep sleep, his breathing became long and smooth, and his heartbeat and pulse dropped.

"What? Was that hypnosis just now? Liu Xiyue was extremely surprised, her eyes were as bright as stars in the night sky, and she said, "You are reading the Tao Te Ching, right?" With such good results? ”

For students majoring in ancient literature, the Tao Te Ching has also been studied, and they will know it as soon as they hear the first few words.

Song Baojun temporarily fused the philosophical personality to consume most of his ghostly energy, and he was so tired that his eyes were full of stars, and he reluctantly responded: "I usually get sleepy when I read this, and I doze off when I can't see three words. ”

"And that kind of thing?" Liu Xiyue's eyes widened and said, "Okay, you're fooling me again!" Tell me, how the hell is hypnosis? Will it hurt Qinglin? ”

"Get out and don't interfere with my treatment." Song Baojun said, picked up Liu Qinglin and wanted to hug him to the bed, but when he tried hard, he found that he really couldn't hold it. This kid is tall and well-nourished, at least one hundred and forty or fifty pounds. "Here, take a hand."

"Weak chicken!" Liu Xiyue glanced at him, stepped forward to help move Liu Qinglin to the bed, and asked, "What's next?" ”

"You stay by and don't speak."

"Okay, you dare to think I'm verbose!" Liu Xiyue was angry.

Song Baojun ignored her anymore, reached out and put his index finger, middle finger, and ring finger together, and put it on Liu Qinglin's forehead, and the ghost energy flowed past.

Liu Xiyue saw that he was sitting still, but he was thinking deeply, but in fact, Song Baojun had already entered the imaginary space.

With your feet on the soft grass and the warm breeze blowing in your ears, you feel like you're stepping on the green in the spring season.

Song Baojun found that the space was larger than before, and the place he was in was like a valley, stretching for several kilometers, with rocky mountains on both sides, overgrown with flowers and trees, and two butterflies dancing around a bush of wild red roses.

The stream in the distance is murmuring, and the white clouds in the sky are fluttering, and it is so beautiful that it is bubbling.

With a casual move, a delicate red rose more than thirty meters away instantly appeared on the palm of his hand. The butterfly seemed to be disturbed, flapped its wings and flew away.

Song Baojun took the roses in his hand and looked at them carefully, the color was full of rich layering, and the fragrance was impressive.

When he opened his mouth, the rose petals scattered and landed within two meters in front of him. The petals disappear into the soil, then sprout at a visible rate, and then grow rapidly, growing dozens of brightly colored roses in the blink of an eye.

Song Baojun was overjoyed, and was about to use his means to feel the refreshing feeling of being a "god" in the imaginary space, the prestige public number zhangjunbao1981, remember to pay attention.

The light of the philosopher's personification floated behind him, saying: "Juche, you can't waste your ghost energy anymore, it's important to get down to business." We have just connected the passage between the small black house and the imaginary space of Liu Qinglin's simple personality, and it may not be very stable, so we must act as soon as possible.

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Happy Lantern Festival.