Lu Zhengkang picked up the mp3 and tried to turn it on, and it was successful. This thing was an old product from half a century ago, but it was still working. It was a bit incredible.
"Your great-grandfather made this thing by himself."
"???" Can mp3 also be spelled?
"But he's not good at his craftsmanship and his spelling is broken."
Sure enough, the mp3 was stuck at the startup interface.
Xiao Zheng took the phone over and played with it for a while, "The earphones are real earphones. They should still work, right? Let's listen to them wirelessly."
Lu Zhengkang picked up the thick headphones and turned them on...successfully, there was power. Then he took out his mobile phone and turned on Bluetooth, and the connection was completed...
Lu Zhengkang looked at his music software, which contained pure music and nursery rhymes. Music that was not suitable for teenagers, such as songs that were too stimulating to the ear canal and brain, was not included.
He found it boring, but in order to test the headphones, he still picked a minimalist pure sound and played it.
The moment he put on the headphones, the strong sense of envelopment made him feel like he was turning into an astronaut. He couldn't tell whether this feeling was comfortable, but he really had the illusion of leaving where he was.
Even if you throw away the brain-simulated sound effects, the sound quality of the headphones itself is very good and can make people immersed in the tunes.
Like still water flowing deep, Lu Zhengkang commented on music. He rarely felt this way. Usually listening to music requires mood. Now when he is in a low mood, he is still moved by music.
He stood in the dim attic, and the light shone in from the square window behind him. When Lu Zhengkang lowered his head, he could see his own shadow, as well as the dust pillars around the shadow, like floating ghosts, in a place called shadow.
Beside the mixed cave, Lu Zhengkang felt like he was walking between light and shadow...
Zheng Qilu couldn't help but smile fondly when he saw the immersed expression on the little boy's face, and then snatched the headphones over without hesitation.
"Give it back to me!" Lu Zhengkang was furious, I just felt it!
The Greasy Guy put it on by himself, and when he heard the music, he twitched the corner of his mouth and said, "You have quite good taste."
There are not many people who can appreciate quiet music, let alone a five-year-old child. Zheng Qilu admires Lu Zhengkang in his heart and intuitively knows that he will do something in the future. As long as he can study hard, he will not repeat it.
Make the same mistakes that hurt Zhongyong.
Lu Zhengkang was so angry that he wanted to give the greasy monster a fatal beating, but in the end he suppressed his anger and angrily changed the music to the classic nursery rhyme "Schnappi (Little Crocodile)".
The greasy guy's face turned dark when he heard it, and he took off his headphones, "Who told you this song?"
"No one. Is the German song good?" Lu Zhengkang looked innocent.
"It sounds good..." Damn it, the homophony of these lyrics is very vicious, okay?
Finally, the pair of headphones came into Lu Zhengkang's hands. Zheng Qilu rubbed his face and suddenly remembered something, "Do you know what songs your grandfather likes to listen to?"
"I don't know, just tell me."
"I don't know either." The greasy-headed guy said with a probing look on his face, "He hasn't listened to it for a long time. He used to have CDs, but he wasn't allowed to have them later. I didn't get to know him until later."
"Then how do you know he has a favorite song?"
"!" Zheng Qilu wandered around in the attic, putting his hands in his pockets. Lu Zhengkang could see the ice-green glimmer coming from under the skin of the four artificial fingers on his right hand, "He had a good memory at that time and could even hum a few words, but now he has completely forgotten it.
"Yeah."
"Can you hum?"
The greasy-headed monster lowered his head and pondered for a moment, "Wait a minute... Well, it's like this: LalaXiLaXiDuo, LalaXiLaXiDuo, LalaXiLaXiDuo..."
Lu Zhengkang felt familiar for a moment, but Zheng Qilu remembered too little of the tune, "Tell me, say the words."
"As for the words, I almost forgot, it should be about a wife in Australia, drinking beer, a building or something..."
It sounded familiar for a moment, and Lu Zhengkang asked eagerly: "Is there any more?"
"No more."
"Idiot!" Lu Zhengkang said in disgust.
"Why are you talking to the teacher, little brat...shhh! It seems your master is coming, let's go down."
The flap on the attic floor moved, and Zheng Qilu kicked the MP3 box back into the utility room. Lu Zhengkang had no time to return the headphones, so he could only unload his clothes suddenly, hold the headphones in his left hand, and cover his jacket with his right hand.
On the left hand, it looks seamless at first glance.
Grandpa raised his head against the flap, revealing a pair of cold eyes, shining in the darkness, like some kind of nocturnal, cold-blooded animal, more terrifying than the compost rat in Lu Zhengkang's bedroom.
"What are you looking for?"
Zheng Qilu smiled awkwardly, "It's nothing, we are just about to leave."
Lu Xuefeng suddenly opened the flap and walked up the ladder step by step. His eyes were wandering, as if two black shadows were shooting out of his eyes. They were still as cold as ever. He aimed his eyes at Lu Zhengkang's left hand.
, all of a sudden
Knowing everything, he stretched out his hand. Lu Zhengkang slowly handed over the earphones in his hand. He was anxiously thinking of countermeasures and excuses, but in the end he couldn't say anything. He lost his ability to quibble under the eyes of his great grandfather.
Strength.
Lu Xuefeng took the headphones over and rubbed them gently. The sound of his rough fingers rubbing against the plastic parts on the surface of the headphones was clearly audible, and it made a hissing sound. He opened the door of the small utility room and saw the
The opened box was leaning against the wall crookedly. He didn't say anything, he just put the headphones in place, closed the box, and returned everything to its original position.
Is he angry?
Lu Zhengkang became a little outspoken, "Grandpa, are you angry?"
Lu Xuefeng turned his back to him and shook his head. When he bent over, the shrunken white sweatshirt could not cover his back, so Lu Zhengkang saw a red copper chin from the hem of his clothes, which was his tattoo.
It looks like a human head? But it is covered with steam pipes and some tiny humans. The whole thing is very artistic, but I don’t know what its full appearance is.
He is becoming more and more curious about this tattoo. Should he spy on his great-grandfather taking a shower?
Lu Zhengkang was amused by his own thoughts and said, "Puch." This sound came at an untimely time. Both adults were stunned. Lu Xuefeng turned around and said, "Let's go downstairs and study painting hard."
Lu Zhengkang lowered his head, "I'm sorry."
"fine."
Grandpa hesitated before going downstairs. For his age, climbing a ladder is a very challenging job. Zheng Qilu was indifferent to this. Lu Zhengkang wanted to help, but the old man waved his hand and refused. In the end,
, he faced the ladder and climbed down step by step. His trembling appearance was something Lu Zhengkang rarely saw.
The three of them all went downstairs, and the old man suddenly asked, "How many days until New Year's Eve?" He knew it in his heart, but he seemed to use it to start a conversation.
"January 26, the twenty-eighth day of the twelfth lunar month." The oil-headed monster glanced at his mobile phone.
Lu Xuefeng put his hands behind his back, "Twenty-eight, twenty-nine, New Year's Eve." He muttered, and suddenly said loudly: "Tomorrow you come to cook for him, I have to go out."
Zheng Qilu resisted, "What are you going to do?"
"I have something to do, you stay and live in the attic."