But we have to guard against wild beasts.
Lu Cheng pushed open the wooden door and walked in, complaining to the people inside, "Third Uncle, why didn't you close the door again? Aren't you afraid that a tiger will come out in the middle of the night and eat you alive?"
inside the house.
A candle was lit, and under the dim light of the candle, there was a wooden table with densely packed papers and a pile of books stacked on it.
Behind the books, sat a dishevelled middle-aged man with a pencil in his hand, writing on the densely packed paper, which was a series of incomprehensible formulas.
The pencil rubbed against the paper, and the rustling sound did not stop.
Behind the figure in the middle of the room, in the dim light, one can vaguely see an electronic device, which seems to be a transmitter.
Lu Cheng looked at the dishevelled man whose face could not be seen and sighed helplessly, then shouted at him in a loud voice.
"Uncle San! It's me, Lu Cheng!"
It was so close and the sound was so loud that the middle-aged man finally came to his senses from the world in his brain and looked up at Lu Cheng who had entered the hut.
The man in the middle had no reaction at first, as if Lu Cheng was not his nephew, and as if it didn't matter who entered the cabin as long as they didn't disturb him from calculating the formula.
but!
With a thud!
The middle-aged man suddenly thought of something and stood up from the chair abruptly. He didn't care even if his knee hit the table leg, and rushed towards Lu Cheng.
The middle-aged man is really close to her, but he is still not Lu Cheng.
He walked up to Lu Cheng, pushed Lu Cheng aside, and looked into the dark night behind Lu Cheng.
The middle-aged man kept asking, "Where are the people? Where are the people? Where are they?"
Lu Cheng: Am I not a human being, a living being that can breathe?
The middle-aged man obviously didn't have Lu Cheng in his eyes, but thought that Lu Cheng would bring someone with him.
After being pushed, Lu Cheng stood against the wall and said helplessly, "Uncle San, don't look. There is no one else but me."
The man in the middle saw only darkness outside the house, so he had to give up and look at Lu Cheng, asking in return for confirmation, "Are you the only one?"
"Yes, just me."
When the man in middle-aged heard that Lu Cheng was the only one there, his excitement disappeared and he returned to being silent and expressionless.
He turned around and sat down at the table, ready to pick up his pencil again.
That's not right!
If the Chinese man really entered the world of his brain, Lu Cheng would probably not be able to wake him up for the rest of his life.
"Third Uncle!" Lu Cheng rushed over and snatched the pencil from the middle-aged man's hand.
The middle-aged man finally raised his head, looked at Lu Cheng straight in the eye, and said disdainfully, "What are you doing here?"
"Of course I came to see you."
"No need. I'm fine and alive."
The Chinese man has no complaints or complaints about the environment he is in. Instead, he feels comfortable avoiding the high-ranking officials.
It seemed like the next moment, he would say the words "see you off".
Lu Cheng had finally climbed up the mountain, but he didn't want to be driven down the mountain like this, especially on a dark and windy night.
Lu Cheng put down his backpack, and what he took out from the backpack was not food or daily necessities, but books one by one.
"I have collected the latest academic journals from the capital. Do you want them?"
"Of course!"
The middle-aged man didn't say anything and snatched it from Lu Cheng.
For the sake of the latest academic journal, he looked up at Lu Cheng again and asked, "Where is he? Why didn't he come with you?"
Lu Cheng shrugged and laughed, "Third brother is busy accompanying his wife, how can he have time to see you. Are you more important than his wife?"
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