Chapter 746

Su Xiangli stares at Lu Xuefeng's face. The old man has never been cold to death. This kind of iron stone posture has been rusted by time, but his appearance is not pitiful. He laughs brightly, like a young man.

The picture is fixed here. It's dim and even Lu Xuefeng's face disappears. Su Xiangli was deeply frozen by the sadness from a strange corner of his heart. This kind of emotion came very quickly and strongly, and his thinking was still numb, but his heart began to ache. It was like a muscle spasm in his chest, spreading pain and being drunk by the cold air.

So, did the old man just leave some life insights for future generations?

Lu Xuefeng has many stories. Su Xiangli is still looking forward to hearing him talk about the past when the years are quiet. Once some people are gone, along with the end of another inch of the era, everything that happened at the beginning of the century will only be preserved in the media of words, pictures, videos and so on, and the emotion contained in it will disappear completely when the lights go out.

Just like Lu Zhengkang, he walked quietly. Only Su Xiangli could feel his emotion.

In addition, Lu Zhengkang's private diary records his secret after exchanging body with Su Xiangli. Originally, he said that he would exchange views with Su Xiangli when the body exchange disease subsided.

This kind of sweet privacy, is her fantasy, married life, ordinary light with a little surprise. Su Xiangli can't help complaining, let you exchange diary early, let you exchange early! Why don't you listen? In Wuyang District, what a good opportunity.

Now, no one can see. Su Xiang doesn't know the password. For her, Lu Zhengkang's private diary becomes a sealed book. She can only put it on the shelf and observe it from a distance. And her carefully prepared diary became a letter that could never be sent out. The sender was still there, but the recipient was separated forever.

The more thoughtful Su Xiangli was, the more sad she was. She told herself that she could not shed tears, no matter what. However, some things, if you don't think about it, don't seem to happen, but the wound still exists, and it doesn't get better because it is covered by scars.

The memory reading room is very quiet, just like the atrium. It's pure white and empty. It's very suitable to hide here and cry secretly. Su Xiang left her hands to hold her chest. She really felt cold on her body. The soul in her body seemed to be split into two pieces. One was crying, the other was just patting her back. What she brought was cold.

Every day in the past is like a flash of light and snow, turning into a clear wave on the ripples of the pond in spring, which flashed back in my mind for a moment. Lu Zhengkang's smiling face, strong body, confidence and sense of responsibility between his eyebrows and eyes, delicate and sensitive careful thinking, united with his classmates, talked and laughed with his teacher, and he was like putting light on his body. He prepared a small gift for Su Xiangli The small mark engraved on it seems to be alive. Xiaolu and the bitten "I pear" fly around Su Xiangli's head and chase each other. He is never a tool without value judgment, but an independent and charming human.

Lu Zhengkang, whom Su Xiangli likes when he was a child, has never been separated. Lu Zhengkang, who sends letters every day, seems to be a quiet and habitual high-rise building in the city. He just stands and can be seen every day, which makes people understand that there are stable signs in this chaotic and changing world. Now, Su Xiangli can't see him again. The high-rise building in my heart collapsed in silence. Even the ruins have been cleaned up, leaving only a little foundation, which is still rooted in the earth like a root, for a long time speechless.

Perhaps she has not been able to recover from the news of Lu Zhengkang's death, so that she has never felt unforgettable, just like tearing the scab, a little pain, constantly strengthening, tearing a little, and hesitated, afraid to tear it suddenly, for fear that the blood could not stop flowing out.

Su Xiangli rubs his cheek hard, turns to go out and returns VR eyes. At this time, the manager in a suit and tie came to Su Xiangli, who warmly introduced the company's special services.

Among a group of cold staff, the arrival of this manager is particularly warm.

"What else can you do?"

"We have a very powerful high-end package service on our side. This lady, we can build a simulated personality program, so that your memory can be like a real person, communicating, talking, chatting about new things, and everything is OK. Just think about it, how meaningful it is. The ancients said that this saint has three Immortalities: to establish a moral character and speech. You see, as long as we set up a personality model in our memory disk, your descendants will still be able to speak to you hundreds of years later. How powerful it is, it will be equivalent to prolonging your life span! "

Su Xiangli was in a bad mood, but declined, so the manager gave her a leaflet.

After leaving the reading disk of CI Yi, it was almost evening. Su Xiangli did not dare to gaze at the sky in the south of the Yangtze River. He only saw the golden sunset at the end of the street in the crack of the clouds in the West. The gray glass buildings of the city skyline reflected orange light arranged in order like fish scales. The sky there was thin clouds and clear layers of color, just like a huge painted pottery that blurred the edge .

If only we could have someone to accompany us to walk in the city streets with such evening photos?But now she didn't dare to look up and fear the sunshine. Cloud at this time more gentle, can give the world a quiet and not dark corner, let the ghosts living in the crevice of the world can rest assured to quietly walk.

When Su Xiang arrived at the people's Bank of China, there was still a long light in front of the gate, and the lights had already begun to light up.

What Lu Xuefeng has prepared for Su Xiangli is really his life savings. He has saved more than 41682 cents. In addition, he has bought dozens of furniture, collectibles, notes and archives, which are not worth anything. What's more, he has retained his electronic property, including some music rights, purchased games, books, social accounts and so on. These things are like flesh and blood Although his body has been burned, and his ashes have never been preserved, or he has been thrown into the sea, or into space, or made of materials, it is unknown that his thoughts and memories can be preserved by these old objects that can't speak.

At last, Su Xiangli only took a recipe copied by the master himself. Here are all kinds of desserts he often prepared for the two little ones. Just look at them, as if there are thousands of taste from the tip of the tongue diffuse out. And that night, in the attic with Lu Zhengkang, we shared the red bean vanilla milkshake and Matcha milk formula. The moonlight was bright as if it were a miracle. In the whirling dance, we could see the smile on the corner of his mouth and a little milkshake stain on his nose every time we turned around

I can't think about it any more. I'm going to cry if I think about it any more.