Chapter 451

In order not to let Su Xiang write a review, Lu Zhengkang, a humanitarian student, finished the rest of the noodles for her, and praised the kindness and delicacy of cooking.

In the twinkling of an eye, at the weekend, Zhang yingxuan was dragged by Zhou Ping to the Central Library of the new area to do his homework. Lu Zhengkang and Su Xiangli took the robot to Luoshan New Area by capsule train. Interestingly, when the train reported the destination, it said Luoshan new area was Luoshan NEW area. A middle-aged man on the same train called the Transportation Bureau to complain.

The coastal area is far away from the Luoshan area. The climate of the two places is quite different. It's obviously warmer here. It's half cloudy and half sunny at 10:30 a.m., and the clouds are blown like cotton quilts by the high-altitude strong wind. The edges are bright and clear, and the sun is shining on them.

Su Xiangli looked up at Lu Zhengkang's hair and said, "what's good about cloud?"

"Do they look like quilts to you?"

"But clouds are water vapor."

"Oh, can the hot steam be used as a quilt cover?"

"I don't know, but I want to have a try. It sounds so interesting. It's not like steamed bun, is it?"

Lu Zhengkang thought along Su Xiangli's brain circuit for a while, and found that it was really possible that the air temperature was low in the high altitude, and the clouds were white, so they didn't absorb much heat. If they got to the ground, they would be very hot.

At that time, it's not to cover the quilt, but to punish yourself.

"You're a wet blanket." Lu Zhengkang dislikes it.

Su Xiangli was furious, "this is the scientific literacy of citizens!"

At this time, an unknown security robot passing by praised Su Xiangli.

"Thank you, thank you, hehe." The little girl was amused for a while.

Lu Zhengkang shook his head, holding her paw, "let's go, take the bus."

Along the way, I followed the satellite map navigation, changed trains three times, walked hundreds of meters, and saw that the surrounding scenery became more and more strange. Tall buildings were still tall buildings, but they were all old and dilapidated. I was used to seeing buildings covered with glass screens. When I suddenly saw such a house painted with lime mortar, it was inevitable that I felt a sense of disharmony across time and space. It's like looking at the stones inlaid in a mirror. It's very abrupt.

It's a village in the city, nominally a city, but it's actually a gathering area of first-class social information personnel. It's different from Lu Xuefeng's state. They have real estate certificates, and their houses are not included in the agricultural area. So they can stay in the city, but they can't find a job. They can only link up into a community and live a closed and self-sufficient life.

After entering here, people come and go in the street, and the style is very different. Almost all of them are old people and old women taking exercise and strolling, and some of them are walking birds and playing chess, drinking tea and sighing. They are leisurely and simple, and there are no half robots shuttling here. It's amazing that they just go back in time.

In fact, it's a country for the elderly. The people who stay here are the elders who don't want to go to the nursing home and have no children to support. Even the roadside trees are old-fashioned. They are luxuriant. There are lots of shade under the canopy of trees, and there are reclining chairs and benches on the ground. It's a good place to enjoy the cool.

"Is there really a video rental room here?" Su Xiang scratched her head and ran to a Taiji master to ask the way.

The old man was in his eighties and nineties at that age. His ears were definitely hard to use, and he didn't wear a hearing aid. I'm afraid he could turn a deaf ear if he didn't light a ring of firecrackers on his waist.

The old man narrowed his eyes and suddenly raised his legs. They all said that people don't always rely on muscles and bones. But all of a sudden, the soles of his feet are on the top of his head. It's as fast as lightning. It can really scare two or three bystanders to death.

Su Xiang sat down as soon as he left the pier. She was really confused. As soon as the old man raised his leg, she felt a strong wind coming from in front of her. Looking at the old man over there, his supporting legs were as thin as hemp stalks, and his kung fu pants were shaking as if he was shaking. If he could not stand still and fell down, he would be killed.

Lu Zhengkang runs over to help Su Xiangli. He has already asked the location of the video store. What he has to do now is to stay away from the old man, so as not to affect his success

After walking out for dozens of steps, the little girl was still in shock. "There are really martial arts experts! I thought grandpa was lying to me

"That's not a martial arts expert, that's a Taiji old man." Lu Zhengkang said, "Wulin experts can fly on the eaves and walk on the wall. Squatting is the kind of roundabout kick."

"Why, how do you know?"

Lu Zhengkang can't touch martial arts dramas now. Everything belongs to "historical data". He knows that his brother and Bai Yangyang are really following him. He can't say anything about peeping at such bullshit, so he says strangely: "because I'm a martial arts expert, use double truncheons quickly, hum, hum, ha, hey!"

"Well, you listen to the old song. You are so stupid." Su Xiangli frowned. Lu Zhengkang sang a song that her grandfather liked.

Lu Zhengkang turned his mouth, thinking that in my previous life, it was also a hot song that was popular all over the country. "It's called feelings, do you understand?"

"Ha ha."

Xiaolu's painting style has changed because of a ha ha satire. He walks like a lost soul in the sun. His heart is full of sadness. This feeling is like fate. People who know it know it, and those who don't know it don't bother to explain it. The subtle feeling is like looking back three hundred times in the crowd for a time with four eyes facing each other, and the little heart beating like an electric shock.Just like Lu Zhengkang walking into the small video store hidden in the corner of the residential building, the dirty tile floor, the cramped room, the shelves stacked with records and discs, the fat boss in a T-shirt behind the counter peeling pine nuts, drinking energy drinks, staring at the computer screen, the background music comes out for a moment.

"When I get off work at six in the evening, I change the clothes of the pharmaceutical factory, my wife is cooking porridge, and I'll have a few bottles of beer..."

Lu Zhengkang is really like being hit by an invisible thunderbolt. From tianlinggai hemp, a large area of it comes down his spine, which makes him shiver all over.

This song is what he has heard, and it is also his favorite.

"Kill that Shijiazhuang man"

alas, fate is such a fate! Lu Zhengkang exclaimed that he was really dull. This song was often heard by a roommate in his university. He was a bold and sultry northeast man. He lamented that this song told the rise and fall of Northeast China after the founding of new China, from the eldest son of the Republic to the forgotten rough and savage land, and countless bloody and tearful stories.

"Boss!" Lu Zhengkang raised his neck and said hello.

The fat man in the T-shirt turned his head around, but a pair of eyes were still fixed on the screen. He looked like a middle-aged Internet addict. His eyes were not big. Because of his fat eyelids, he looked even more pitiful, but his eyelashes were very long. The boss used his spare light to see the robot and scolded him, "go away! If the machine goes out, people can stay! "

Justice partner Su Xiangli heard angry, just about to come forward, Lu Zhengkang put his brother and baiyangyang really out.

The boss's face calmed down, then he lay back, drank a drink, and asked wearily, "what are you doing here, little boy?"