It turns out that everyone has a story. Lu Zhengkang spent his free time just asking about Mr. Zheng’s past, but the oil-headed monster showed a tight-lipped side. Perhaps it was just like what he said, children should not ask about what is or isn’t.
Now Lu Zhengkang takes two art classes a day, which takes up two spaces on the taskbar. In addition, Spanish language learning and physical exercise are also necessary every day, leaving only one space to try new things.
Today is January 25, 2082, the twenty-seventh day of the twelfth lunar month, Sunday, and New Year’s Eve is approaching.
In the first few days, Lu Zhengkang's parents sent five emails a day to inquire about their welfare. After a while, it became a routine to send two emails a day. Until this morning, Lu Zhengkang finally realized in despair that he had been forgotten by his parents.
Did you really drink Wangzai milk?
On the contrary, my friends are sending pictures of their travels every day, eating, drinking and having fun, and they are endlessly happy.
Sure enough, you rely on your parents at home and your friends when you go out?
Thank you all for not forgetting to send videos to perfunctory me despite your busy schedule.
While soaking his feet last night, Lu Xuefeng said he would take him to catch sparrows.
It snowed again the day before yesterday. Lu Zhengkang actually wanted to stay at home and eat hot pot, or to be more poetic, go boating in a wide aquaculture lake in the southeast and grill meat or fish on a small charcoal stove.
Warm another pot of old wine...
If only there were one or two close friends who could drink and have fun together and chat about a few things in life, oh, what a wonderful life like this. It must be carefree, and the warm sun in winter would shine on the lake, like a mirror looking back.
Light
, the surrounding fields are flat and vast, the breeze blows in the sleeves, the snow is as white as silver and jade carvings are built, there is only one mustard boat in the world, the fire on the boat is like star powder, you and I, the host and guest, are like frost flowers in the mirror, the smoke curls up four or five miles high, far away
There was a bird chirping.
This is fun only for adults. Don’t say that the world of adults is depressed. No, depression is forever. Finding joy in depression is real.
Children are really only suitable for playing small games, following their great grandfather to set up traps to catch sparrows. Lu Zhengkang originally thought that it would be a simple operation like using sticks to support a basket and scattering some corn kernels under the basket, but he underestimated his great grandfather.
strength.
What this bad old man said about hunting sparrows is to use a machine. He modified the agricultural intelligent machine himself, and asked an old man to modify the operating system, and created a self-aiming nail gun machine with huge destructive power, let alone hunting sparrows.
Now you can make great achievements on the battlefield and protect your home and country!
Lu Zhengkang was trembling in his heart. He recalled the tattoo on Lu Xuefeng's back. He said that as a marginalized person at the social security level, how could he have such a rich knowledge reserve? Or was he restricted because he committed a crime?
Qualified for assessment?
Lu Xuefeng put the nail shooting machine on the dilapidated agricultural pickup truck and asked Lu Zhengkang to get in the car.
"Grandpa, why didn't you pass the Level 2 Social Security Certificate?"
"I swear too much and I won't be allowed to pass. I can't pass the cultural class either. I'm a little short of marks."
Lu Zhengkang scratched his head. Social Security Level 2 is actually the general level for the general public. Now anyone who has graduated with a bachelor's degree is eligible to get it. As long as there are no records of breach of trust in the electronic files. It is very simple, but it is a huge leap compared to Level 1.
To put it bluntly, the social security level is the bottom class in the new era. They can’t even get pensions and are in short supply of various social benefits. Living is not a problem. They have enough food and clothing. But that’s it. A hundred years have passed by in a hurry.
, even personal identity will be canceled, and by that time, it will be no different than a piece of loess.
Is there any proof that they really lived?
Nothing.
Lu Zhengkang didn't want his great-grandfather to end up in this situation.
"Grandpa, can you go and get the certificate?"
"Say it again, say it again."
The pickup started and there was nothing to say. Lu Zhengkang sat in the passenger seat and turned to stare at Lu Xuefeng.
The wrinkles at the corners of the old man's eyes were drooping. From the side, he looked very listless. Only those who looked at him could realize how tough Lu Xuefeng was.
To be honest, Lu Zhengkang still doesn't feel that his great-grandfather really likes his great-grandson.
It was like being polite when picking up vegetables for Lu Zhengkang, and it was like being polite when preparing Lu Zhengkang's toiletries. Everything was polite. For Lu Zhengkang's convenience in getting water, he connected a faucet in the drying area, and the hot water bottle was always full.
All his close gestures were not so eager, because no matter what he did, no matter how stretched his expression, his eyes were always straight like spears, shining with cold light.
If such a person was really involved in the world when he was young, he would definitely be a big brother, right?
Lu Xuefeng felt a little uncomfortable being stared at by the child, as if there were bugs crawling back and forth on his face. He coughed twice, twisted, and took out a few bags of snacks from the locker next to his seat and gave them to Lu Zhengkang.
"Are you hungry?"
Lu Zhengkang was silent for about half a second. He also realized that he was a soft-spoken person. How could an adult take the words of a little kid seriously?
He took the snack and started chewing it without thinking or worrying.
Seeing the nail machine gun knocking down the sparrows suddenly, Lu Zhengkang tried his best to appear happy, but he failed.
Killing sparrows is not just for eating. What is it for? To experience the joy of killing?
For Lu Xuefeng, this is part of his job. Birds are infested in the fields, and the resulting reduction in production is still obvious.
The treatment of animals in current agricultural management is a specialized discipline. Some schools of thought claim to establish a complete ecological chain in agricultural areas, while others claim to completely eliminate the influencing factor of animals.
The old man didn't think much about it. He just discovered that there was a bird disaster in this area when he was looking at satellite images, and he has been putting off dealing with it until today.
He cannot accept production cuts. If the production in the agricultural areas under his jurisdiction does not meet the standards, he will be punished.
What does that sentence mean? Work is work. To him, killing for work is completely normal, and the pursuit of efficiency is completely correct.
He put the machine away, took Lu Zhengkang and drove back a little way, started the machine, and they sat in the car and watched the birds in the sky and the heavy rain.
In fact, it has a sense of beauty, and we cannot deny the aesthetics of violence just because of empathy.
Lu Zhengkang felt more than pity, he was just disappointed. What he wanted to see was actually the kind of person who used a stick to prop up a basket, tied a long thin string to the stick, held it in his hand and hid in the corner.
When the sparrow is pecking at the rice, you pull the rope and the sparrow struggles in the basket, causing the basket to move around... It's that simple.
"Are you happy?"
"Um."
Lu Xuefeng was not very satisfied with this answer, so he asked again, "What do you want to eat tonight?"
"Anything is fine."
"Are you unhappy?"
Lu Zhengkang raised his head and met his great-grandfather's eyes. The old man's eyes were still cold, even though his tone was caring, the contrast made him feel a chill down his spine.
"I'm not unhappy, I'm just bored."
"Then let's go home and take you fishing tomorrow?"
"Mom said she would come tomorrow."
There was complete silence in the pickup truck.
Lu Xuefeng touched the steering wheel at a loss, and after a long while he said, "Oh."
"Let's spend New Year's Eve together, okay?"
The old man looked in the direction in front of the car. Through the dusty windshield, he could see the birds still falling. The sound of the nail gun was like the sound of a clapper, ping ping ping ping ping ping. At this time, he realized that such a scene
It seems that it is not suitable for children to watch.
After all, he was slow.
"Okay, let's celebrate the New Year together and ask your dad to come too."