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

Wang Mei quickly corrected her figure and replied: "It's been almost twenty years since Xiaojun was born. After Xiaojun was born, her family spent a lot of money. I don't know anything else, so I went to the construction site to work. In the past few years, I followed Boss Ding's Yakun Engineering Team and came to the port two months ago.??"

"Then what is your education?"

"I, I graduated from vocational school and I am a professional tailor." Wang Mei seemed particularly embarrassed.

In the 1980s and 1990s, some technical schools, vocational schools, and technical secondary schools also opened tailoring classes, watch classes, pen classes, etc. After the tide of industry 2.o, these majors gradually lost their competitiveness.

There are clothing factories all over the country, and a ready-made garment is countless times cheaper than what is made, so fewer tailors are there. The same is true for repairing pens and watches.

Song Baojun expressed his understanding and said, "Since I have been working on the construction site for twenty years, I believe I have also understood all aspects of the construction site."

Wang Mei nodded quickly: "Yes, yes, yes, I know a little about all processes and processes, although... well, that's not very systematic."

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

"If you do odd jobs for two hundred a day, you can get 6,000 yuan a month. In fact, you may not be able to do it every month. Sometimes you can't get that much if you do it for a few days and rest for a few days. On average, there is 4,000 yuan a month."

Song Baojun said: "Aunt Wang, I want you to participate in safety positions training and take up the job after passing the qualifications. With your rich construction site knowledge, our safety officers will provide reference and advice. The salary is calculated based on the formal safety officer, with a basic salary of 6,000, and you can get 10,000 yuan normally. What do you think?"

"Then, of course that's fine!" Wang Mei was overjoyed, and a bright red light overflowed from her wrinkled face.

Song Baojun said: "Xiao Feng, if you help Aunt Wang complete the procedures, you won't have to go to the Yakun Engineering Team in the future. Transfer your work relationship to the Safety Supervision Department to get affiliated with you."

"Messenger Song, I, I really don't know how to thank you." Wang Mei suddenly became incoherent, and said in a choked tone, "I, I have lived... so hard for the years. My child has been in college these years, and there are places where money is used everywhere, I..."

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

Feng Jialin walked to the side and whispered, "Okay, cry later. Don't affect the work of Member Song. I'll go through the procedures with you. Uh, Member Song, Ding Yongqiang, the head of the Yakun Engineering Team, is still waiting in the reception room. Do you want to meet?"

"Let him wait until he gets off work at six o'clock and write a safety self-inspection within three days. He must write it by hand, more than 10,000 words, carefully check the handwriting, and if it is written by someone else, he will be punished twice."

"OK."

...

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

Song Baojun still thought about how to help Liu Qinglin. Their personalities can interact in the imaginary space, which is really a sudden and uncertainty.

Just like the "uncertainty principle" of a particle in physics, you cannot know the position and its degree at the same time. As long as you measure it, it will inevitably change. You have to measure it again, but it changes again, and the cycle repeats over and over again, and there is no conclusion.

Liu Qinglin's new life's personality is also full of this uncertainty. If you are not careful, you will lead him into an unknown ending.

So you must be very cautious.

After Song Baojun's foot posture yesterday, Liu Xiyue's attitude improved significantly.

Perhaps because he was afraid that he would be embarrassed, He Shulan said that he would not go home for dinner tonight, which would save a lot of trouble.

Having a meal was extremely simple for Liu Xiyue, but in Song Baojun's opinion it was a very sumptuous dinner, he began to try to re-engage with Liu Qinglin.

Liu Qinglin was still so innocent and childish, rolling on the carpet in the room and playing. When she saw Song Baojun entering the door, she turned her head and called her brother-in-law.

This surprised Liu Xiyue. Liu Qinglin's memory was very unstable. He forgot what he had learned today tomorrow, and he would not remember the people he met today tomorrow. He was able to remember Song Baojun firmly, which also showed that Song Baojun was indeed different from ordinary people.

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

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

"I want to eat ice cream." Liu Qinglin rolled to Song Baojun's feet and answered the question that was not right.

Liu Xiyue hurriedly said, "Lin Lin, eating ice cream is not good for your stomach."

Song Baojun waved his hand and said, "Small, just watch from the side, don't interrupt."

"Uh, OK."

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

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

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

"I want an excavator," said Liu Qinglin.

Song Baojun looked at Liu Xiyue in confusion.

Qin Rong explained on the side: "Last month, I took him to the park. There was a toy excavator for children to play with. I could dig things in the sand. He played for an afternoon that time."

Song Baojun asked Liu Qinglin some questions in succession. This kid answered questions that were not answered, and sometimes he would throw more nonsensical questions, and his thinking tended to be chaotic and fragmented, and he could not communicate normally with others.

Liu Xiyue sat on the sand beside her and watched them Q&A, sometimes feeling interesting and sometimes frowned.

When Song Baojun 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, "Stupid brat, why are you so stupid!" She could only shake her head helplessly.

Qin Rong vaguely felt that Song Baojun’s question was profound and did not dare to interrupt.

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

Gradually, Song Baojun saw the deep sorrow hidden in Liu Qinglin's eyes, which was an indescribable sorrow and sorrow. The new personality locked in the small dark room was like a drowning person showing a life-saving straw, trying his best to send him a helping signal.

But I was powerless and watched him drown deeper and deeper in the water.

Song Baojun suddenly said in a soft and low voice: "The Tao is rushing, but it may not be full. It is abyss, like the roots of all things. It is to smash its sharpness, resolve its turmoil, harmonize its light, and be with its dust. It is so clear that it may exist. I don't know whose son, Xiangdi's first."

This is the fourth chapter of the "Tao Te Ching", which means: Tao is empty and invisible, but its power is endless, far and profound, like the ancestor of all things. Give up the self-righteous spirit, get rid of the confusion of all things, and be in the light of your life, and agree with the true form of your dust, and you can see his seemingly existing and non-existent existence in the faint. I don't know who gave birth to him, he was ahead of all the tangible emperors.

Song Baojun used the accumulated secret energy, and his philosophical personality awakened and recited the original text of the Tao Te Ching in a special tone.

The soft, low and repetitive tone was extremely suggestive, gently shaking Liu Qinglin's eardrum. If Liu Xiyue had no problems with her own eyes, she saw that the airflow spit out from Song Baojun's mouth was as substantial.

Almost as soon as he finished reciting the Tao Te Ching, Liu Qinglin closed his eyes and fell into deep sleep, his breathing became long and smooth, and his heartbeat and pulse decreased.

"What? That was hypnosis just now?" Liu Xiyue was extremely surprised, her eyes lit up like stars in the night sky, and said, "Are you reciting the Tao Te Ching? Is there such a good effect?"

Students majoring in ancient Chinese literature have also learned the Tao Te Ching, and you will know it as soon as you hear the first few words.

Song Baojun temporarily integrated his philosophical personality and consumed most of his secret energy. He was so tired that he looked like Venus. He barely responded: "I usually feel sleepy when I read this. I dozed off if I can't see three words. I was thinking that I was just thinking about it and I just slept, but I didn't know that Qinglin fell asleep."

"There is such a thing?" Liu Xiyue glared at her eyes and said, "Okay, you fooled me again! Tell me quickly, how do you hypnotize it? Will it hurt Qinglin?"

"Go out, don't interfere with my treatment." Song Baojun said, holding Liu Qinglin and trying to carry it to the bed. He couldn't hold it when he tried hard. This kid is tall and has good nutrition, at least 140 or 50 kilograms. "Come on, help me."

"Weak chicken!" Liu Xiyue gave him a blank look, stepped forward to help move Liu Qinglin to the bed, and asked again: "What's next?"

"You stay by your side, don't talk."

"Okay, you dare to think I'm too long-winded!" Liu Xiyue started to be coquettish.

Song Baojun ignored her and reached out with his index finger, middle finger and ring finger together, and put it on Liu Qinglin's forehead, so the secret energy flowed over.

When Liu Xiyue saw that he could not sit still, she just thought about it. In fact, Song Baojun had already entered the virtual space.

Stepping on the soft grass, the warm breeze blows through my ears, as if I am going out in the spring season.

Song Baojun's space is larger than before. The place where he is located is like a valley, stretching for several kilometers. The rocks on both sides are rugged and covered with flowers, plants and trees. Two butterflies dance around a cluster of wild red roses.

The streams are gurgling in the distance, and the white clouds are floating in the sky, so beautiful that they are bubbling.

With a casual move, a beautiful red rose more than 30 meters away appeared in his palm instantly. The butterfly seemed to be disturbed and flapped its wings and flew away.

Song Baojun held the roses in his hand and looked carefully. The color was full of rich layers and the fragrance was amazing.

When he opened his mouth and blew it, the rose petals drifted and fell into a range of two meters ahead. The petals disappeared into the soil, and then the seedlings appeared at a visible level of the naked eye, and then they grew rapidly. In the blink of an eye, dozens of bright roses grew.

Song Baojun was overjoyed and was about to use his means to feel the pleasure of being a "god" in the imaginary space. He was famous for his official account zhangjunbao1981, remember to follow.

The light ball turned into a philosophical personality floated behind him and said, "The subject, you can no longer waste your secret energy, it is important to do things. We have just connected the channel between the small black room with Liu Qinglin's simple personality and the imaginary space. It may not be very stable and we must act as soon as possible.
Chapter completed!