Chapter 441

Lu Zhengkang picked up the MP3 and tried to turn it on, but it succeeded. It was an old product half a century ago, and it could still be used. It was incredible.

"Your grandfather made this thing himself."

“？？？” Can MP3 spell?

"But he can't do it. He can't spell it."

Sure enough, MP3 is stuck in the boot interface.

Xiao Zheng took the machine over and played for a while like throwing a brick. "The earphone is a real earphone. Should it still work? Let's hear it over the air. "

Lu Zhengkang picks up his thick headset and turns it on It's successful. There's electricity. Then I take my cell phone, turn on Bluetooth and connect Done.

Lu Zhengkang looked at his music software. It was full of pure music and nursery rhymes. There was no music suitable for teenagers, such as songs that were too stimulating to the ear canal and brain.

He found it boring, but in order to test the headphones, he chose a minimalist pure tone.

At the moment when he put on the earphone, the strong sense of package made him feel like an astronaut. He couldn't say whether this feeling was comfortable or not, but he really had the illusion of leaving where he was.

Even if the sound effect of brain simulation is discarded, the sound quality of earphone itself is also very good, which can make people immerse in the melody.

It's like a still water flowing deep. When Lu Zhengkang comments on music, he seldom has such feelings. Usually listening to music needs mood. Now when he is in low mood, he is still driven by music.

He was standing in the dim attic. Light came in from the four panes behind him. As soon as Lu Zhengkang lowered his head, he could see his shadow and the dust column around the shadow. It was like a floating outing. Beside a hole called shadow, Lu Zhengkang felt that he was wandering between light and shadow

Zheng Qilu looked at xiaozizi's immersed face and couldn't help but smile. Then he grabbed the earphone without hesitation.

"Give me back!" Lu Zhengkang is very angry. I'm feeling it!

Oil head strange oneself put on, hear music, the corner of the mouth a pry, "the kid has taste very much."

Not many people can enjoy quiet music, let alone a five-year-old. Zheng Qilu was full of appreciation for Lu Zhengkang. He knew that he would do something in the future. As long as he could study hard, he would not repeat the mistake of hurting Zhong Yong.

Lu Zhengkang was so angry that he wanted to kill the oil head monster, but he finally suppressed his anger and changed the music into the classic nursery rhyme "schnappi (little crocodile)".

Oil head strange a listen to face all black, take off earphone, "this song who tell you?"

"No one, German song. Is it good?" Lu Zhengkang looks naive.

"Nice..." Shit, the homophony of the lyrics is vicious, OK?

Finally, this pair of earphones came to Lu Zhengkang's hands. Zheng Qilu rubbed his face and suddenly thought of something, "do you know what songs your grandfather likes to listen to?"

"I don't know, just say it."

"I don't know." The oil head monster said, "he hasn't heard of it for a long time. He used to have CDs, but later I didn't let him. I didn't know him until later."

"How do you know he has a favorite song?"

"Ho!" Zheng Qilu swings up in the attic with his hands in his pockets. Lu Zhengkang can see the icy green shimmer under the skin of the four false fingers of his right hand. "At that time, he had a good memory, and he could hum a few words. Now he forgot all about it."

"Can you hum?"

The oil head monster bowed his head and brewed, "you wait Well, it's like this: Lala, Shala, shado, Lala, shado - Lala, Shala, shado... "

Lu Zhengkang felt familiar for a moment, but Zheng Qilu remembered too few notes, "you say, say words."

"Words, I almost forget, should be what wife in Australia, drinking beer, building or something..."

There was another instant of familiarity, and Lu Zhengkang urgently asked, "is there anything else?"

"No more."

"Idiot!" Lu Zhengkang dislikes it.

"How can I talk to the teacher, PIP Zizi Shh! It seems that your father is coming. Let's go down. "

The flap on the floor of the attic moved. Zheng Qilu kicked the MP3 box back to the utility room. Lu Zhengkang didn't have time to return the earphone, so he had to unload his clothes. He held the earphone in his left hand and put his coat on his left hand. At first glance, it was perfect.

Granddad lifted up with his head against the flap, showing a pair of cold eyes, shining in the dark, just like some kind of cold-blooded animal walking at night, which was more frightening than the composting mice in Lu Zhengkang's bedroom.

"What are you looking for?"

Zheng Qi law embarrassed smile, "nothing, we just want to leave."

Lu Xuefeng suddenly lifted the flap and walked up the ladder step by step. His eyes were wandering, as if two dark shadows were shooting out of his eyes. It was still cold. He looked at Lu Zhengkang's left hand and knew it. He stretched out his hand, and Lu Zhengkang slowly handed over his headphones. He was anxious to think about countermeasures and excuses, but in the end he didn't know He lost his power of sophistry in the eyes of his grandfather.Lu Xuefeng took the earphone and gently rubbed it. The sound of his thick fingers rubbing against the plastic parts on the surface of the earphone was clear and audible, hissing. He opened the door of the small sundry room and saw the opened box leaning askew against the wall. He didn't say anything, just put the earphone in place, cover the box and return everything to its original position.

Is he angry?

Lu Zhengkang became a little straightforward, "too grandfather, are you angry?"

Lu Xuefeng turned his back to him and shook his head. When he bent over, the shrunken white T-shirt couldn't cover his back. So Lu Zhengkang saw a bronze chin from the hem of his clothes. It was his tattoo. It looked like a head? But there are steam pipes all over it, and there are some tiny human beings. They are very artistic on the whole, but they don't know what the whole picture is.

Now he is more and more curious about this tattoo. Do you want to peep at granddad's bath?

Lu Zhengkang was amused by his idea, "Puchi." The sound was very untimely. The two adults were stunned. Lu Xuefeng turned around and said, "let's go downstairs and study painting well."

Lu Zhengkang lowered his head, "I'm sorry."

"Nothing."

Granddad hesitated before going downstairs. For his age, climbing the ladder was a challenging job. Zheng Qilu was indifferent to it. Lu Zhengkang wanted to help him, but he was also waved down by the old man. Finally, he was climbing down the ladder step by step, and his shaking appearance was rarely seen by Lu Zhengkang.

They all went downstairs, and the old man suddenly asked, "how many more days is new year's Eve?" He had a clear mind of his own, but it was like a beginning.

"January 26, December 28." He glanced at his cell phone.

Lu Xuefeng turned his back and said, "28, 29, new year's Eve." He muttered, and suddenly said in a high voice: "tomorrow you come to cook for him, I'll go out."

Zheng Qilu resisted, "what are you going to do?"

"I have something. You stay in the attic."

"No, I'll come early tomorrow."

"Driving? Don't you drive? "

"There's time for the early bus."

"That's fine."