When he walked to the door of the store, Zhang Zi'an saw a gray shadow flashing through the door, as if Richard saw him and ran away in a panic.

Back in the store, he glanced at Lu Yiyun casually, and felt that her expression was a little strange, her eyes wandered, and her head was tied very low, as if she was trying to hide something.

However, he has too many things to think about at the moment, and he doesn't have time to think deeply about her abnormal behavior for the time being, thinking that she is probably thinking about whether to go home for the Spring Festival.

When he came to the inner room, he fed the barbecue meat to the elves who were waiting to be fed in the store and almost rebelled.

Fina and Snow Lion couldn't wait for a long time, and immediately feasted on it, God knows how the two of them could eat so much if they didn't move on their stomachs all day......

The old tea eats a lot more, it first took off the hat, took the wet towel prepared by Zhang Zi'an and cleaned the paws, and then ate it slowly and methodically.

Richard was also flapping his wings to eat, and Zhang Zi'an fed it nuts and diced vegetables. As it ate, it muttered something to Billy, and even if it did, it couldn't stop it.

He took out his mobile phone and wanted to discuss with Sun Xiaomeng about keeping a cat in a snack bar, when Lao Cha swallowed a mouthful of barbecue and asked, "Zi'an, didn't you buy any New Year's goods for the New Year? ”

"There's nothing to buy, it's better to buy fresh vegetables, eat and buy now, and be a little more expensive." He laughs.

"Don't you buy fireworks? I always feel that the New Year in Binhai City has no New Year's flavor, and it is cold and ......deserted," Lao Cha looked out of the door through the glass door and said abruptly.

This is the first New Year that the elves, including Lao Cha, spend in the pet shop, and the other elves are not interested in the Chinese New Year and don't think there is anything wrong, but for Lao Cha, who has a strong traditional concept, it misses the traditional New Year in its memory even more.

Zhang Zi'an also experienced that kind of New Year when he was a child, but with the successive bans on guns in major cities, coupled with the increasingly rich cultural life of people, the traditional Spring Festival has gradually been neglected.

But it can't be helped, this is the progress of the times.

Zhang Zi'an told Lao Cha the reason for the ban on fireworks, which was nothing more than the problem of air quality and the repeated injuries during the production and discharge of fireworks.

Lao Cha sighed, stroked his beard and nodded in understanding, but his regret was still written on his face, and he muttered: "In the sound of firecrackers, the spring breeze sends warmth into Tusu ......"

After the New Year, Lao Cha is a year old, and it is probably sighing for Shaohua no longer turning white.

Zhang Zi'an didn't want it to continue to be sad, so he smiled and said: "It's okay, old man tea, it's just that guns are banned in the city, and we can go to the suburbs during the Spring Festival, and there are no guns over there." ”

Lao Cha smiled: "It's okay, Lao Yu is just talking casually." Zi'an, go and get busy with you, π's condition is not very good, and it still needs you to worry about it. ”

After that, it continued to watch TV while eating dinner.

Zhang Zi'an wanted to say a few words to comfort Lao Cha, but he opened his mouth a few times but couldn't say anything. He knew that birth, old age, sickness and death were normal human beings, but was the same with the otherworldly elves born by the power of faith?

He glanced at Fina and the Snow Lion, who were snoring and eating barbecue, and the Snow Lion noticed his gaze and glared at him with the meat foam on his nose.

Although Fina and Snow Lion are in their youth, they will one day grow old like old tea.

He made his way to the second floor and saw that the lights in the living room were off, and the fluorescence of the monitor reflected π's face. It put on its nose-clipping glasses again and was typing slowly, not sure if it was in a bad mood or if it was Carvin.

"π, why didn't you turn on the lights? Turning off the lights and using the computer is not good for your eyes. ”

He turned on the lights and closed the curtains.

The nameless book was quietly placed next to the computer in an open state, and the breeze brought up by the curtains turned over a page, which reminded him of a former anti-poem - Qingfeng is illiterate, why he flips through the book randomly.

Before the nameless writing, he was the wind of illiterateness.

"Squeak. π scratched his head, looking like he had suddenly realized, as if he had just been too focused and forgotten.

"π, get up and take a break, rest for a while and then write. Zhang Zi'an pointed to the hanging basket rattan chair.

π nodded, and was half-hugged and half-carried by Zhang Zi'an and lay down in the hanging basket.

Although it was not the first time to hold it, Zhang Zi'an still felt that it was too light, as light as a baby, light and fragile.

"Squeak?"

π gesture to ask where he had just been.

"Go to Sun Xiaomeng's pet clinic, you know, and talk to a math teacher for a while. Zhang Zi'an replied. Although π has not seen Sun Xiaomeng, it knows what happened in the past and knows everything about Sun Xiaomeng.

π blinked, seeming to be somewhat interested in the word "mathematics".

Zhang Zi'an picked up the nameless book, he didn't wear glasses now, and the pages were blank. He flipped through it casually, changed the subject and asked, "π, let me ask you a question." ”

"Squeak?" π tilted his head in confusion.

"It's a book about life, the universe, and everything. Zhang Zi'an handed the book to it and said half-jokingly: "Since it is about life, does it talk about how to prolong life, or even immortality? You don't know, I'm quite afraid of death." There were so many emperors in ancient China who sought the elixir, did any of them really become immortals?"

π picked up the book, flipped through it carefully, and shook his head.

This answer was expected by Zhang Zi'an, after all, the immortal path has no basis, if everyone is immortal, the population of the earth will explode.

"What about elves, can elves live longer?" he asked casually.

π picked up the book again and flipped through it, this time for a long time, scratching his head and frowning from time to time, as if he had encountered a difficult problem.

It did not immediately deny this possibility, but it gave rise to a glimmer of hope in Zhang Zi'an's heart. When there was no hope, he could only accept the fact that the old tea was gradually getting old, but now that there was suddenly a glimmer of hope, he became suffering from gains and losses, for fear that hope would turn into disappointment.

After waiting for a while, π finally put down the book and nodded solemnly.

"Huh, really, can the life of elves be extended?" Zhang Zi'an suddenly became excited, "How to extend it?"

π pointed to the laptop, and Zhang Zi'an helped it get it.

It typed: The time has not yet come, the future has not yet been determined.

Zhang Zi'an smacked this line several times, although the time has not come, but it is always good to know that you can prolong your life, which is the difference between 0 and 1.

"How long can it be extended? two years, three years?" he asked again, not daring to have too high hopes in his heart.

π type: Infinite.