Chapter 457

Monday, December 24, 2885, sunny.

At 10:23 a.m.

Su Xiangli was staring at by Lu Zhengkang.

"Why are you staring at me?" The little girl hugged her chest and looked unhappy.

"Your head is too small." Lu Zhengkang said with regret, then turned around and left.

At 11:32 a.m.

Mr. Li is eating in the canteen. Lu Zhengkang walks to her opposite side with a plate and sits down, then stares at her face.

"Lu Zhengkang, what can I do for you?" Teacher Li's glance made her feel uneasy. This kind of look reminded her of some deep and terrible past. I believe that any adult would be full of fear for this kind of look.

Lu Zhengkang: "I want to see your head."

Teacher Li was so scared that he cried out. He didn't even take the plate, jumped up and ran away.

Lu Zhengkang raised his hand to stop her! I just want to learn from... "

1:03 p.m. self study time.

Meng Qijun is reading in the library. Lu Zhengkang sits opposite her and stares at him.

"What can I do for you?"

"I'm looking at you." Lu Zhengkang is serious and serious.

Meng Qijun's face was flushed with red, "you It's up to you to see it. It's just me I'm not very good-looking, you either Don't look. "

Lu Zhengkang replied, "no, you look good. So I have to see more. "

Meng Qijun lowered her head and said nothing.

At 2:33 p.m.

Zhang yingxuan and Zhou Ping are playing rope flipping while Lu Zhengkang is quietly watching.

Children's face fat, round outline, but also angular, such as Zhou Ping, others thin.

Lu Zhengkang is considering the shape of the head of the model, whether it should be flesh and blood, or skeleton, or machinery, or plant, or ceramic texture, or gem stacking, or concrete masonry structure Should facial features be young, old, alive, dead, near human, or non-human

And in fact, there is no need to confine the subject matter to the conflict between machinery and nature

Zhang yingxuan asked anxiously, "Lu Zhengkang, what's the matter with you?"

"Nothing, just look at you." Lu Zhengkang honey smile.

Zhou Ping and Zhang yingxuan look at each other.

……

It's time to finish school. The bell is the classic going home, composed by Kenny key. The lingering saxophone is as melodious as the floating silk on the still water.

Lu Zhengkang is sitting in his seat to do his homework. He likes to listen to the school bell, so he can stay on campus for a while. Music can span time. Just like his favorite Xinhua Bookstore in those years, he always lingers until the closing bell rings. This song, going home, contains many memories.

But what's the old saying? If you watch too much, it's nothing new.

He still had the missing head in his mind, and he had no nostalgia at all.

He was about to go out when several friends came to stop him.

Su Xiangli, Zhang yingxuan, Zhou Ping, Yu Fei, Meng Qijun and Mei Shenglin are all familiar friends.

Lu Zhengkang, holding the strap of his backpack, looked around and said, "what do you want me to do?"

Su Xiang left a worried face, "bad bad ah, are you sick?"

Lu Zhengkang seconds understand, "Oh, absolutely not, it's not an accident at home, you can rest assured, I think you just need material."

"Material?" × 6

Lu Zhengkang touched the bridge of his nose. In fact, he wanted to learn from Mr. Shao and his uncle to push the smart glasses, but he didn't wear glasses. "Yes, in the science and technology competition, Meng Qijun proposed to make a half mechanical and half biological human model. I feel very funny. There's a head missing now. "

Yu Fei yelled: "we are a science competition. Why do we need to make a human model? Isn't it good to make a model of the universe? We can model the Galaxy! "

Lu Zhengkang asked others, "here is a model of the galaxy, here is a mannequin, which do you choose to see?"

"Human body!"

"It must be the human body, who doesn't know what the Milky Way looks like."

"Yes, er, the human body is beautiful."

Yu Fei was hit hard and went back in silence.

Lu Zhengkang smiles, "right, we need new ideas, otherwise how can we stand out."

"Are you sure it's ok?"

"Yes, I'm sure I'm all right."

"Cut -" × 6

"boring."

"Scattered, scattered."

Lu Zhengkang followed his friends behind him, "Hey, don't leave me alone. Let's go home together after school."

"Who's going home with you villain!"

"That's it

The children laugh and walk in the sunset.……

At eight o'clock in the evening, Lu Zhengkang was about to go to bed, and suddenly received a questionnaire.

Well, Lu Zhengkang carefully reviewed it.

Sure enough, did you scare Miss Li away in the morning?

"National Bureau of culture and social credit supervision: Dear citizen Lu Zhengkang, we have received a citizen report that your words and deeds violate scientific literacy. Please complete a questionnaire. The latest date you are allowed to submit is 2085.12.30. Please answer carefully. Your answers will be recorded in your electronic file."

Lu Zhengkang seriously begins to answer the questions. Sun Hui and Lu Jiande suddenly rush into the door. They ask Lu Zhengkang nervously.

"Kangkang, do you know those people who don't know each other?"

"You have been reported. Do you know that you can't do this? We have said it many times at home. Don't say bad things in public."

Lu Zhengkang covered his ears, "I know, I know! Don't be bothered

"What's the matter with you, mom and dad? It's also for your own good. I don't listen to you now, and I can't do it in the future..."

Lu Zhengkang sighed silently.

Alas, guardians will also receive e-mails. I'm so stupid, really. And Miss Li, are you really so scared?

……

One in the morning.

Lu Zhengkang wakes up from his dream.

Just now I had a strange dream. There were flying heads all over the place. It was as if I had met some old demon. Lu Zhengkang was awakened by a copper skeleton suddenly rushing down. It seemed that it was the tattoo on his grandfather's back.

No, I have a dream every night. Lu Zhengkang smacked it on the bed and felt very inspired.

So, we need a machine head full of pipes and gears. The pipes should be full of flowers and plants. Someone is looking up from the top of the skull

But not too idealistic?

Lu Zhengkang knows that different forms of art show different emphasis. If painting can add some living things to show vitality, but the model sculpture is another matter.

So, it has to be changed. Don't divide it in half, Lu Zhengkang thought. It's the same style. The branches grow in the pipes, the rotten skin is wrapped in metal, and the blooming flowers and withered leaves are used as clothes. Remove the person on the top of your head and change it into eyes.

So what's the posture like?

Lu Zhengkang jumped out of bed excitedly. Inspiration, endless! Mobile phones and computers can't be used. It's OK. I use pen and paper to describe the brain.

Turn on the desk lamp, pull open the curtain, Lu Zhengkang faces the bright desktop, carrying the starry sky without light.

As he got better, he shook his legs and hummed.

"If people don't have the past. If, the world will not forget. Live today, live. There won't be it, robbing our brains... "