Chapter 49: Your great grandfather is a post-zero generation born in the year of a dragon
Lu Zhengkang really didn’t know that he had a great-grandfather.
He had never appeared at any projection party, no one had ever mentioned him, and no image had been left. He just suddenly appeared on Lu Zhengkang's family tree, like an accident, like someone jumping from the sofa during general cleaning.
One or two pieces of steel dug out from the bottom let people know that it had indeed existed in this world. Other than that, there was nothing surprising about it.
Today is the first day of winter vacation, but his mother, Sun Hui, obviously has no intention of pitying her good son. She quickly packed her bags and boarded the capsule train before eleven o'clock.
Lunch was eaten in the train. Lu Zhengkang didn't know that Jiangsu and Zhejiang cities were so big. Even the bullet-like capsule train took nearly four hours to arrive. At this time, the mother and son were still far away from the grandfather's residence.
They arrived at the train station at three in the afternoon and had dinner on the train. When they got off the train, it was half past seven and it was completely dark.
Standing at the exit of the station and looking to the south, there is a full yellow moon hidden behind the sparse white clouds, and there are many stars over the large plains without urban light pollution. The snow-covered world is filled with broken silver, surrounded by the gloomy and bitter scenery.
The night is shrouded in darkness, so oppressive that it can drown people, but it is also extremely peaceful, hiding countless subtle and quiet stories.
It's a rural area.
It had been a long time since Lu Zhengkang had seen farmland. Modern mechanical farms still could not erase the vitality of nature. In the rice fields of hundreds of hectares, there were only a few lights of fruit and vegetable greenhouses rippling coldly out of reach, and it seemed that
by the horizon
Yes, the stars have merged into one, occupying most of the south and east sides of the field of vision. Looking towards these two sides, they are lonely islands of death in the city. And Lu Zhengkang is standing on the dividing line between urban and rural areas. On one side is the crystallization of civilization, and on the other side is the crystallization of civilization.
It is a desert where time is frozen.
It is said that today's rural areas are vast and sparsely populated, with an average of only three people per 200 square kilometers.
They are nature's last guardians.
Today is January 15, 2082, Thursday, the seventeenth day of the twelfth lunar month. Lu Zhengkang set foot on this field rooted in human blood.
The couple stayed in a hotel near the train station for one night. The price was not cheap. After all, this place is considered half a scenic spot.
Early the next morning, after having a refreshing and hot breakfast, Sun Hui rented a pickup truck, bought a few just-right gifts, and drove her son to the grandfather's house.
The scenery we see at night is very different from that during the day. At night, we only feel that the countryside is a flat desert. The ups and downs without buildings are especially uncomfortable for city people. But when it is bright and clear, we can see that the countryside is a flat desert.
Looking at the boundless land, the autumn harvest has passed, the earth is hibernating, the gray and black land is covered with milky white mist, and some vague bungalows in the distance can be vaguely seen, which are greenhouses.
As the pickup truck was speeding along the national highway, Lu Zhengkang rolled down the window, stood on the seat, leaned out of the window sill, and felt the cold air blowing on his cheeks and seeping in through his collar. It was a unique experience.
"Close the windows, it's freezing, you're going to catch a cold."
Lu Zhengkang wanted to shout, "I'm not afraid." But his mother's death gaze turned into a steel knife behind his back, stabbing his back numbly, "Shut it down now."
Winter is actually quite boring. The snow from a month ago is still half-melted. It is like a thin layer of frost on the ground, which cannot cover the iron-black soil. The withered and yellow straw that has not been removed is still standing upright, and the earth is like a strip.
The scoundrel Dalmatian is just as ugly. But in the distance, you can see the freight train winding like a long line on the plains, which adds a bit of fun to this winter.
Lu Zhengkang found that habits are really scary things. When machinery and industry are integrated into everyone's aesthetic habits, everyone will regard everything that moves as some kind of living thing, including vehicles, intelligent machines, automatic toys, and countless other things.
Man-machine, even projection screen and other specious static
Everyone is used to being surrounded by active man-made objects. When they actually see natural creatures, they are not used to it. They just think they are some kind of strange-looking monsters. Pets are not included here, but for people who do not keep pets, even if
Cats and dogs are also very dangerous unknown life forms.
It’s neither sad nor evolutionary, it’s just a natural phenomenon.
Lu Zhengkang was a little tired of looking at the scenery, so he huddled in his seat and used his cell phone.
My friends sent me emails saying they are ready to travel.
7:44 "Su Xiangli: Go to Disneyland in the United States."
7:44 Reply to "Lu Zhengkang: good for you. (Very good.)"
7:55 "Zhang Yingxuan: This time it is Norway, I will take photos for you when the time comes:)"
7:55 Reply to "Lu Zhengkang: Oh →_→"
8:14 "Qiu Qiongzhu: Australia, Sydney."
8:14 Reply to "Lu Zhengkang: Yeah [perfunctory.jpg]"
Oh, my old mother, look at the vacation arrangements of these little brats. It’s as standard as a textbook. What kind of book is it? Ah, it’s this “One Hundred Places You Must Go to in the World”. It’s really called
What a surprise... what a piece of shit!
Although I don't envy you for traveling abroad, I feel very sad for my comfortable and soft little bed. It will definitely miss me in the days without me, right?
I should be in bed, not in the ground.
Why can't I stay at home and watch dramas comfortably in the middle of winter? Is this a sad life? Society is really a big dyeing vat, dyeing my colorful childhood completely black.
After muttering, Lu Zhengkang fell asleep.
When he woke up again, the pickup truck was turned off. His mother, Sun Hui, was outside the car. She was wearing a red light down jacket, like a maple leaf, which was swaying slightly. Lu Zhengkang could still see an old man through the car window.
A very strong, although short, but upright old man.
The yellow and wrinkled skin covered with age spots is embedded with drooping facial features. What is particularly eye-catching is that he has an appendage on his left ear, which is frostbitten and oozing pus. The corners of the old man's mouth are turned down, and his intuition tells him.
He has an impression of being mean and stubborn, but his eyes are sparkling, and he is as hard and cold as the ice skates under the eaves. People dare not say bad things about him, and may only dare to curse behind his back...
The old man turned his head and stared at the kid in the car.
On such a day, today is January 16, 2082, in a forest, beside the road, Lu Zhengkang met his great-grandfather.
A legendary post-00s generation.
Lu Zhengkang originally thought to himself that he was born in the 1990s and was older than his great-great-grandfather, but when he saw him in person, he was speechless and petrified.
Eighty-two-year-old Lu Xuefeng is colder than snow and sharper than a knife. Like a rock abandoned by the times, it may be said that it has no edges and corners, but it can clearly break people into pieces.
Sun Hui opened the car door carefully, not because she wanted to be gentle to Lu Zhengkang, but because she was cautious in front of her elders.
"Kangkang, this is your great-grandfather, please scream."
Lu Zhengkang: If I call you, do you dare to agree?
"Hello, Grandpa."
The old man didn't say anything. Yellow pus flowed from the frostbite on his left ear and flowed all the way down his neck. Lu Zhengkang got out of the car generously and stood next to Sun Hui, holding his mother's hand and looking up at the man who was 1.7 meters tall and had an imposing manner.
Lu Xuefeng.
Lu Zhengkang could feel that his mother's hands were cold. In winter, her hands were always cold, but now her palms were sweaty, like frog mucus, which was very uncomfortable.
Lu Xuefeng grinned and nodded to Sun Hui, "Eating?"
"Okay, grandpa, you sit down while I cook."
Now, it was Lu Zhengkang and Lu Xuefeng's turn to stare at each other.