Chapter 501

No matter how flashy the song is, it has an end, just like no matter how good the can has a shelf life, no joy will end.

In Wanqing's rock and roll, all the actions of people are just collective delirium. Like a dream, it's always time to wake up.

At the end of the song, the thanks that should be given and the retention that should be retained are strange, but there is no nostalgia for the shining group of people on the stage, and the people off the stage are reluctant to part with them.

"One more song!"

"Su Huai Fei Xing!"

Lu Xuefeng took off the connecting line of the electric guitar and turned to step down. The children of the band followed him. The father's back was straight and straight, his broad shoulder blades struggled to prop up his fur coat, and the old tree still had thick branches. All these made the young people's heart beat down. There was such a stubborn old man walking in front of him that he had nothing to worry about.

Back backstage, there was no time for Lu Zhengkang and them to embrace and cheer. A man in a suit came to the organizer. He stopped Lu Xuefeng's way. "I'm sorry, sir, we just learned that you are a first-class member of social trust, and you are not qualified to participate in this band." the man tilted his head, showing a lively look of inquiry, which diluted the feeling of his body The cold taste of business, "it's called Su huaifei star, isn't it? The singing is very good, and I like you very much, but I'm sorry that you have lost the qualification to participate in the performance and can't be judged in the next stage. I'm sorry that the prize has no chance with you, but this is the rule. "

Lu Zhengkang and his friends looked at each other and shrugged.

"It's OK. Originally, it wasn't for prizes. Let's disband the band today."

The man in suit was surprised, "OK, don't disturb you. Your instruments will be returned safely. Please don't worry." He turned and left.

Su Xiangli frowned, "I hate this person. It's very strange."

Lou Xun Diao rubbed his trembling legs, "that's it. It's said that people are more and more like machines, and machines are more and more like people."

Mu Huai held his arm and cut, "what kind of garlic do you have?"

Lu Zhengkang came forward and hugged his grandfather, "you are too strong, too!"

Lu Xuefeng laughed and said, "it's nothing. You don't know that when I was on stage, there were 50000 or 60000 people watching at the same time. The people in the queue could fill up several blocks. Alas, you can't see it. I still remember clearly. When my grandfather went to the nursing home, you can always see me."

Lu Zhengkang and Su Xiangli were shocked and lost their voice, "nursing home?"

"Yes, I'm 90. It's time to rest."

Lu Zhengkang wants to speak, but his tears fall down. Lu Xuefeng quickly wipes his face. His hands are rough and dry, just like absorbent paper, which cleans his classmates' cheeks. Lu Zhengkang smells the smell of metal oxidation on his hands. The smell of guitar strings is very familiar, and now it's still on his cheeks, some spicy.

"My Lord, you didn't agree with me before."

"There's no one who doesn't want to be old."

"But you haven't got the second grade. Why don't you take the second grade? Are your old friends still alive?"

"There's another one, waiting for me." Lu Xuefeng's face was relieved to fulfill his wish, "good boy, and Xiangli, you are also a good girl, you have to study well in the future, don't let the master worry in the nursing home."

Su Xiangli hesitated to come over and gently hugged the old man, "granddad, are you happy today?"

"It's been a long time. Thank you. Thank you all Lu Xuefeng's expression is gentle. It turns out that he will also have such an expression. There is no disharmony at all, but he is very kind. An old man's compromise to the world suddenly jumps up his spine, and his back slowly hunches down. It is not obvious, it is not very obvious.

The mysterious color of Lu Xuefeng's body has disappeared. From today on, he is no longer a singer watching the field. He is just a dementia old man in the nursing home.

Lu Zhengkang and Su Xiang don't know whether they saved his grandfather or hurt him.

My grandfather left. That summer, the band was formed and dissolved in a hurry.

Left behind the joy, left behind the story, but in the end, left only the debris of the color film. A story of youth, in a hurry.

……

Back to school.

At the end of the examination, Lu Zhengkang's second year major is history, physics, and engineering. He chooses a balance between arts and science, mainly to exclude the subjects he is not very interested in, leaving these three subjects.

On weekdays, we still have classes together in Chinese, mathematics and other subjects, but the deputy section has to leave. When the class is over, everyone shouts and runs out of the classroom. It's like a group of moving ants. It's also a spectacle.

Since the closing ceremony of the music festival, the monitor Bai Fengji's face has become increasingly indifferent. It turned out that her mother saw the video of the music festival and recognized that Bo Fengji was the one who came on stage to play the drum on July 4 at noon. So she went home to scold her and resell the drum.

So one week after the start of school, she had some low pressure. Lu Zhengkang noticed that others had no response to it. When he said it in the night talk in his dormitory, Zou Jiaqi immediately became nervous."Why didn't you say that earlier?"

"Oh ↗↘↗！” Let's all say "I understand.".

"What are you, roosters crowing! Do you think our monitor is wrong? " Zou Jiaqi argued.

Zhang yingxuan raised his eyebrows and pushed Lu Zhengkang, "come on, comrade Qingsheng, analyze the suspect's love psychology."

Before Lu Zhengkang began to make fun of him, he said, "Hey, don't slander people's innocence. The monitor and I haven't done anything yet. What's love psychology?"

"Oh --" everyone sighed earnestly, "so you like the monitor!"

Zou Jiaqi is mad, "you didn't already know!"

"Cow."

"Quack, quack."

Everyone joked for a while, even if the topic was exposed, no one threw out another word for a while, and the bedroom was silent.

Lu Zhengkang suddenly asked Zhang yingxuan, "if nothing else, what's the matter with Zhou Ping now?"

"The head teacher knows that he has neurasthenia. Now he is very tolerant. He talks to him every two days."

"That's good."

……

In songjiade's land, Zhou Ping, holding a glass rock sword enchanted by fire, stabbed the black dragon's head. Oduin died, and his dragon spirit ascended to heaven.

Three warriors who helped the dragon race came to praise him for his bravery.

The mission log indicates that he has completed the main line and killed the world devourer.

Zhou Ping raised his head and saw songjiade's sky, the swirling blue and purple light flow, and a deep mixed hole in the central dome, which led to the outside world, but its shape was as majestic as that of Shure.

"Ancient scroll V: the legendary version of horizon luxury holographic simulation reset" is a game he has been addicted to in recent months.

He likes this free and open as the real world, no mountain of homework, no sleepy classroom, no disgusting teachers, no cautious attitude in the face of classmates, no trivial disappointments in life, he is willing to immerse himself in the game forever.

However, his headache broke out again. Zhou Ping was forced to quit the game. He waved a fist at the simulated cabin door in front of him. Bang's hand was sore.

The simulated cabin door was opened by the owner of the Internet bar. He warned: "don't hit the machine like this. If it's broken, you'll pay for it!"

"I'm sorry, boss. I'll get off the plane."

Zhou Ping settled his Internet charges at the counter and went downstairs. When he went out, the sunlight outside reflected on the floor of the hall, which was very dazzling.

He raised his hand over his eyes.

After a while, he put on his hood and walked quickly into the street towards the school.