The farther away you are from downtown Boston, the more bleak the road becomes, not only the tall buildings have become much more sparse, but there are also few cars passing by. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 infoLiang Baoguang has to drive back and forth almost every day, even if he closes his eyes, he will not go wrong, because this is his way to school, that is, the only way to go to school.

Maybe it's because of the more relaxed mood during the winter vacation, Liang Baoguang's speed is slower than usual, and the corner of his eye sweeps the sea not far away from time to time, with a calm and natural expression. There are always people who say that life is like a journey, you don't have to care about the destination, you care about the scenery along the way, and the mood of seeing the scenery, but unfortunately "the unity of knowledge and action" is the realm of sages, and inner cognition does not always guide people's behavior.

In the twilight dynasty, time turns, and after spring, summer, autumn and winter, there will inevitably be another spring, not only people, but also all living beings and everything in the world are hurried walkers.

Liang Baoguang admits that he is also a walker himself, but these so-called landscapes are passing in front of him, but what flashes in his mind is a different picture.

Retracting his thoughts from afar, he turned on the radio in the car, and a music program from NBS Peacock Channel's WHDH7 was playing, which was playing the new song "London Bridge" by Fergie, the female lead singer of the Black Eyed Peas. Many works are inexplicably popular in Liang Baoguang's opinion, such as some pretentious poems written, such as some messy paintings, and the song that is being broadcast.

A saliva song with no connotation, constantly repeating the noisy tune and fragmented lyrics, it is simply for no reason to rush into the major lists and achieve dominance, after repeatedly hearing the unappetizing words that start with a certain S, he really can't bear it, and he is not even in the mood to change other radio stations, and directly turns off the radio, "This ghost thing can also be called a song?" If it weren't for the fact that your name is good and powerful, you must have understood what a real sense of rhythm is. ”

After the car radio was turned off, everything was quiet, only the sound of the car running over the road was particularly clear, today Liang Baoguang did not choose the I-93 highway, but drove on the coastal road below, of course, it was not that he could not afford to pay the two dollars toll for the 4.63-kilometer section, but simply wanted to blow the sea breeze on the east coast. Unfortunately, Boston in winter was very shameless, so he only opened the car window, and the biting sea breeze made him shiver, and quickly closed the car window again.

Quincy is the terminus of the Green Line of the Metro, and although it is a long way from campus, it is a close drive from campus, but many Harvard and MIT students choose to rent a house here, and Liang Baoguang is one of many tenants. People who haven't tried it don't know how difficult it is to apply for a school house, and even if they do, there is a high probability that they will meet strange roommates, so even if he is a little distressed by the high rent, he still resolutely rents a house here to live alone.

The name of Shaguoshu Street is a bit silly, and the word Crab has some unelegant connotations in English, so Liang Baoguang prefers to use another lofty name to refer to the street where he lives: Rosewood Cui. At 116 Rosewood Street, this single-storey cottage sandwiched between two Spanish-style bungalows is his current residence, although it is also a "seaside cottage" located in Quincy Bay, but compared to the neighbor's house with a pool and a small pier on the side, his side is really a bit shabby.

“Hey，Paul！ Help me get everything in. Before Liang Baoguang's car could stop, the man leaning on the side of the road pickup truck waved at him and shouted that Paul was his English name.

The full name of this bearded man is John. P. Reading, which should be translated from Chinese to John P. Reading (two professors in one), judging by his strong body and slightly rough dress, many people will think of him as an unknown baseball player, but in fact he is a teacher at Harvard Business School, specializing in organizational behavior. In Boston's three prestigious schools, the relationship between teachers and students is generally relatively harmonious, and students will always become great big names in the future, so everyone will get along like friends, and Reading never holds up the professor's stand in front of Liang Baoguang.

"John, I'm not here for a party today, why is it another case of beer?" Seeing a box of Boston-native Samuel Adam at the professor's feet, Liang Baoguang felt bitter in his mouth, and he couldn't drink beer because he didn't like almost all bitter things.

"Not one box, but two." John opened the car door and took out a case of beer from the back seat of the car to be with the previous case, "Even Peter Pan has a day when he grows up, you should hurry up and become an adult, ChinaBoy, you usually drink more adult drinks will not die, but will lead to some wonderful things." ”

Chinese boy, Chinese boy is a bit contemptuous in it, but it also depends on the relationship, some black people are called by friends after getting close, and Liang Baoguang didn't take it to heart, but he didn't want to continue to talk on the topic of adult adults, so he opened his mouth and diverted the topic, "It seems that you have been waiting here for a long time, and your reputation is frozen, right?" ”

"It didn't last long, but where did you hide the key? I rummaged through the carpet in front of the door and the flower pot next to it, but I couldn't see the key. John had actually come here half an hour ago, and it wasn't very comfortable to be blown in the cold wind outside, and he did think about going straight into the house, but he had searched all the places he could, but he couldn't find a hiding place for the spare key.

"I have all the keys with me, why hide under the carpet when I have nothing to do?" Liang Baoguang was a little speechless, these Americans are too upright, just put the key under the carpet, and thousands of families hide the key there, there is no creativity at all, and they simply take the initiative to reduce the difficulty of crime for thieves.

"Hey, I didn't hear that today is a courtyard barbecue dinner, why are you standing here at the door?" Another car pulled up, and two women stepped out, Barbra Kleinman, who also teaches at Harvard University, but she just jumped from the anthropology department at the University of Chicago last year and came to help today.

The younger Michelle Herzfeld is a biology professor at MIT, and she has a very obvious engineering woman's breath, perhaps to show her inner wildness, she wears a brown leather jacket, but this trendy jacket is quite out of place on her.

"It's a must, but I definitely can't get it at home, and there are a lot of rented equipment piled up in the house today, and I will have to pay for it if it is damaged or soiled." Liang Baoguang shrugged his shoulders, not that he didn't want to entertain at home, but that the house was too small and there were too many things, "But you can come in first and have a cup of tea, authentic Longjing tea." ”

"I like fresh green tea, let's go into the house with all the big guys, so what are you waiting for?" Barbra eagerly took out the gift and stuffed it into Liang Baoguang's hand, then urged him to open the door.

For most Americans, they can't even taste the difference between good and bad coffee beans, let alone taste tea, but the four people sitting here are different, Liang Baoguang himself put it aside, and the other three professors are all people who pay attention to the quality of life, and they are quite good at these things. After the tea leaves were brewed, Barbra couldn't help but nod his head, obviously very satisfied with the fragrance of Longjing, "It's really an intoxicating taste." ”

Liang Baoguang doesn't have much good tea set here, that is, a glass pot and four white porcelain cups, and the so-called authentic Longjing is not produced on that tree, but it is just a special one with better appearance. The tea leaves were all brought here by himself, strictly speaking, this thing can't pass the customs, but he stuffed it into the suitcase, and the police dogs at the airport couldn't smell it, "If you really like it, I can give you some when I leave." ”

"Those guys haven't come yet, so I'm not in a hurry to eat dinner, so let's study the script first, and work together to minimize loopholes, after all, it's going to be screened in the future." John rubbed his hands, they were all here to help Liang Baoguang shoot the movie, and they would all be involved in the creation of the script.

A group of professors with a good salary and benefits are quite good, they only work five hours a week on average, and their lives are so easy that they have no friends, but they are far from being as idle as others seem, and the pressure of research is far greater than the pressure of work.

"Everyone is a professional, and several books have been published, so isn't it easy to write a script? We are adapting and not writing it ourselves, so it is not very difficult. Barbra looked indifferent, in her opinion, it would be nice for several professors from prestigious universities to get together and take them out as a gimmick, and a small script was not regarded as a problem by her.

"I'll be relieved to have your words, when the screenwriter column writes everyone's names, I can't carry the black pot alone if there is a bug." The main body of the script was written by Liang Baoguang himself, but he didn't think it was a good thing to monopolize the name of the screenwriter, on the contrary, it was suitable for post-publicity to be able to put the name together with several professors, just like Barbra said just now, it is already a gimmick for several of their names to get together.

"I think it's better to forget it, just help you come up with opinions to solve some bugs, just write yourself in the screenwriter column, and the money to buy the original script is yours alone." As a professor at Harvard, he really didn't care about this bit of fame, John just wanted to see the finished version of the script as soon as possible.

"Okay then, let's take a look at the script I've changed." Liang Baoguang was not pretentious, took out a stack of printed scripts, and handed them to the three professors. Scripts all look the same, a thick stack of A4 paper bound together, and the title of this script is printed on the front page: TheManFromEarth.

Many people call it "This Man is from the Earth", but Liang Baoguang himself prefers the four-word title "Visitors from the Earth".