Chapter 484

This September is a happy one. Lu Zhengkang takes a light step every day.

The position of publicity committee member was won, and the system awarded 300 insight points. The simulation cabin is in hand, and it's placed in the dormitory. Watching the video is a true simulation. You can feel the temperature, smell, air flow and so on. It's like watching a passer-by behind the camera, especially when you watch exciting movies like cybernetic love, it can turn people upside down.

Su Xiang did not speak to him recently, but the silent tacit understanding was growing.

The math teacher recommended Lu Zhengkang to take part in the Mathematical Olympiad competition, but he refused. He felt that he had tried enough in his last life and tried to relax in his life.

He still continued to learn painting, sketching on the blackboard, that is, digital hand painting. It's very cool to draw in the simulation cabin. It's just like painting with brush in hand, without the restraint of wearing VR fingertips. The best thing about electronic drawing is that he doesn't have to buy expensive pigments and paper, which is a pleasure for the poor.

The last semester of the first day of junior high school passed smoothly. The winter vacation came as scheduled. It started on January 20, 2090 and ended on the Lantern Festival on February 13. It was nearly a month. It was very good. The school was very kind to the students of the first day of junior high school. After all, the students of the second and third day of junior high school had to go back to school the second day after the new year.

Today is Saturday, January 21, 2090.

The temperature is - 6 ℃, light snow.

NCAs online voting results came out. For three consecutive months, it was basically snowy in Jiangsu and Zhejiang until February 1.

On the first day of winter vacation, Lu Zhengkang and Su Xiangli rushed to his grandfather's house with a small suitcase.

Lu Xuefeng will still be waiting for them at the station. He hasn't seen them for a few months. The stubborn old man seems to be four or five years old, and his back has become a little rickety. When he sees Lu Zhengkang, he tries to straighten his back.

Lu Zheng is embracing the master happily. Now he has entered the puberty of rapid development. Not only his voice has become hoarse, but also his stature has leaped up. As usual, he can only shrink at the waist of the master. Now he can burst the lung of the master.

"Cough, cough! OK, "Lu Xuefeng coughed," let's go home. "

Su Xiang came over and bowed cleverly, "great grandfather." Her upper body is an apricot down jacket, her lower body is surrounded by a long white cloth skirt, wrapped in white pantyhose, and wearing a pair of small black shoes. She is full of youth, which makes people happy.

Lu Xuefeng has always been kind to her, but her words are very polite, and there is no close meaning, "classmate Su, welcome."

When the old man got into the car, Su Xiangli turned his head and pouted innocently at Lu Zhengkang.

"That's how he is." Xiaolu put his luggage into the mop, then opened the door and asked Su Xiang to leave his seat. And she pressed the edge of the door, "I know, but it's just, it's kind of raw." She whispered.

"Just a few more."

My grandfather's pickup truck is driving in the wilderness of the agricultural area. The snow covers the deep earth. The gloomy sky is even darker than the ground. There is an illusion that the world is upside down. Only the dismal branches of the fruit trees extend to cover a small horizon. Su Xiangli likes the pronunciation of horizon in English very much. Horizon, the boundary between heaven and earth in human eyes, and the fuzzy color also blurs the boundary. When he looks at the trees, he can hardly say whether the branches with fallen leaves are the roots growing in the sky.

Su Xiangli is lying by the window. Lu Xuefeng's grandparents and grandchildren in the front row are chatting. She neither wants to be an audience nor to participate in the topic.

She's just obsessed with the scenery, though it's not wonderful at all. Lu Zhengkang's words ring intermittently in her ear. After stripping the meaning of the words, his voice becomes clear and direct. Just like songs, the development of vocal cords makes it easy for him to break his voice. Su Xiangli knows that he has been trying to keep his voice down recently. Is this a boy's shyness?

This is her second visit to the rural area and the second time to see Lu Zhengkang's family.

Every time I see the old man, the atmosphere seems to be sad and cool. Once she didn't feel like this. Today, I will see that the old man's stubbornness is very weak.

In the countryside which is out of touch with modern civilization, the farmer who was abandoned by the times.

Once a guitarist in a band, can he pluck now? Su Xiangli thinks of the famous poem "Pipa Xing". She likes music as well as poetry, and the poetry describing music is more agreeable. She knew that long live Roman Guen day was a trendsetter of funeral culture in the late 1940s and early 1950s.

So how to describe their music.

Perhaps, just like the deep winter World in front of us, under the cold skin, what we really convey is the meaning of the existence of Psychedelic life and death. Just like those trees, they seem to be living upside down, which can turn the world around. This is the spirit and curse of Viva band.

Too sad, too radical, so they are left behind by the times, after the cheers of rock music, nothing can be left on the scene, maybe only a lot of color chips.

Lu Zhengkang laughs, "granddad, let's sing?"

Lu Xuefeng thought, "what do you want to hear?"

"Whose song did you listen to when you were young? Rock.""At that time, there were a lot of rock and roll in China, new pants and Wanqing, but there were a lot of foreign rock and roll. The queen band was the best."

Lu Zhengkang was surprised, "new pants? What kind of band is this? What a strange name. "

"Minority, I didn't know many people at that time, and it's even more normal that you don't know."

"Let's have one."

"No, I can't sing without music." Granddad is clearly eager to try, but he can't open his mouth. Lu Zhengkang opens his mobile phone, picks out a musical instrument simulation software, and can make an air guitar through projection. As long as he plucks the strings, he can make almost real musical instrument sound through the mobile phone speaker.

Lu Xuefeng was surprised. "Is it so convenient now? I used to use projectors. " As soon as he reached for his hand, he fished out the virtual guitar and drove the car automatically. He slowly tried to pluck the strings.

Su Xiang turned to listen.

In the audience of the younger generation, Lu Xuefeng, who has not touched the guitar for nearly 40 years, slowly plays the notes of that year. As long as there is an audience, he is still the wanton teenager.

"My favorite record store,

" yesterday was his last day,

"fragments that once intoxicated me,

" were all scattered on the street

"But those dreams you had,

" have become blurred and invisible,

"those struggles for ideals,

" are just for money

"I don't want to die alone in failure!!" He roared, and so did Lu Zhengkang. Su Xiangli screamed, and everyone was crazy. Lu Xuefeng's eyes were a torrent of memories. Lu Zhengkang's eyes were the roaring faces of previous lives. Su Xiangli saw the crazy men, the lost old men and the miserable boys.

"I don't want to die alone in failure!! I don't want to live underground all the time!! Material fraud! Ants in a hurry! People without culture are not sad! "

"He won't be sad!"

"He won't be sad!"

"He won't be sad!"

Lu Xuefeng didn't shed half a tear, but his eyes were very bright. The AI in the car buzzed, warning them to pay attention to the shape and safety. Lu Zhengkang slapped the car speaker off.

Su Xiang left quiet, everything also with quiet down, too grandfather continue to pluck strings, intermittent, even echo is low.

"He'll be sad, too."

"He'll be sad, too."

"Sad..."

Lu Xuefeng closed his eyes for a long time and sighed, "it's comfortable. My skill is as good as that of the past!"