In order to prevent Su Xiangli from writing a review, our classmate Lu Zhengkang, who is full of humanitarian caring spirit, finished the remaining noodles for her and praised the kindness and deliciousness of "cooking".
Fast forward to the weekend, Zhang Yingxuan was dragged by Zhou Ping to the New District Central Library to do homework. Lu Zhengkang and Su Xiangli led the robot on a capsule train to Luoshan New District. What was more interesting was that when the train announced its destination, it called Luoshan New District.
When we got to Luoshan New District, a middle-aged man in the same car heard about it and called the Transportation Bureau to complain.
Linhai District and Luoshan District are separated by a long distance. The climate in the two places is very different. It is obviously warmer here. At 10:30 in the morning, the sky was half cloudy and half clear. The clouds were blown into pieces by the strong wind from high altitude, like a torn quilt.
The locks are clearly defined, and the edges are dazzled by the sun.
Su Xiangli saw Lu Zhengkang with his head up and looked up, "What's so interesting about Yun?"
"Do they look like quilts to you?"
"But clouds are water vapor."
"Oh, can the hot water vapor from the sun be used as a quilt?"
"I don't know, but I want to give it a try. It sounds interesting. Isn't it like steaming steamed buns?"
Lu Zhengkang followed Su Xiangli's brain circuit and thought for a while, and found that it was indeed possible. The temperature in the upper air was low, and the clouds were white and did not absorb much heat. If such clouds formed on the ground, they would be very hot.
At that time, instead of covering up with a quilt, you will be punishing yourself.
"You are so disappointing." Lu Zhengkang said in disgust.
Su Xiangli was furious, "This is called citizens' scientific literacy!"
At this time, an unknown security robot passing by gave Su Xiangli a thumbs up.
"Thank you, thank you, hehe." The little girl was silly and happy for a while.
Lu Zhengkang shook his head and held her little paw, "Let's go, take the bus."
I followed the satellite map navigation all the way, changed trains three times, and walked a few hundred meters. The scenery around me became more and more strange. The tall buildings were still tall, but they were all old and dilapidated. I was used to seeing buildings covered with glass screens, and suddenly I saw them again.
Such a house painted with lime mortar inevitably has a sense of incongruity that has traveled through time and space. It is like seeing gravel inlaid in a mirror, which is very abrupt.
This is a village in the city. It is still a city in name, but it is actually an area where people at the social security level gather. The situation is different from Lu Xuefeng's. They have real estate certificates and their houses are not classified as agricultural areas, so they can
If you stay in the city, you won't be able to find a job. You can only form communities and live a closed and self-sufficient life.
After entering here, people are coming and going on the street, and the style is very different. Almost all of them are old men and women who are exercising and hanging out. There are also people walking around, playing chess, drinking water and sighing tea. They are leisurely and simple, and there are not even half a robot shuttling back and forth here.
It's amazing, it's like going back in time.
In fact, this is a country for the elderly. Most of the people here are the elderly who don’t want to go to nursing homes and don’t have children to support them. Even the trees on the roadside are old and lush, with large canopies of shade and deck chairs on the ground.
With tables and stools, I think it is a good place to enjoy the cool air.
"Is there really a video rental room here?" Su Xiangli scratched her head, and she stumbled to an old man doing Tai Chi to ask for directions.
The old man looked like he was eighty or ninety years old. His ears were definitely not working well, and he didn't wear a hearing aid. He might have been able to turn a deaf ear even if he lit a circle of firecrackers around his waist.
The old man squinted his eyes and raised his leg suddenly. People say that old people do not rely on their muscles and bones for strength, but this time the soles of his feet were raised to the top of his head. He was as fast as lightning and could really scare two or three passers-by to death.
Su Xiangli sat down and fell down. She was really confused. As soon as the old man raised his legs, she felt a strong wind blowing in front of her. Then she saw that the old man was standing on his own, and his supporting legs were so thin.
Like hemp stalks, a pair of kung fu pants swayed as if they were trembling. If he lost his balance and fell, it could really kill him.
Lu Zhengkang ran over to help Su Xiangli up. He had already asked for the location of the video store. What he had to do now was to stay away from this old master so as not to affect others' power...
After walking a few dozen steps, the little girl was shocked and said, "There really is a martial arts master! I thought grandpa was lying to me."
"That's not a martial arts master, that's just an old man from Tai Chi." Lu Zhengkang gestured, "A martial arts master is someone who can fly over walls and fly over walls, and squat down to perform roundhouse kicks."
"Hey, how do you know?"
Martial arts dramas and the like are really not something that Lu Zhengkang has access to now. Everything is considered "historical data". He knew that his brother and Bai Yangyang were really following him, so he couldn't say nonsense like peeking, so he made a mischief and said:
"Because I am a martial arts master, use the nunchaku quickly, hey hey!"
"Hey, you listen to old songs, you are so stupid." Su Xiangli frowned, the song Lu Zhengkang sang was her grandfather's favorite song.
Lu Zhengkang pouted, thinking that in my previous life, this was a popular song all over the country, "This is called feelings, do you understand?"
"hehe."
Classmate Xiaolu was so sarcastic that his style changed. He looked like a lost ghost walking under the bright sun. His heart was full of melancholy. This feeling is like fate. Anyone who understands understands it, but those who don't understand it.
The person who was there was too lazy to explain to him, that subtle feeling was just like looking back three hundred times in the crowd and making eye contact once, and his little heart beat like an electric shock.
Just like when Lu Zhengkang walked into the small shabby music store hidden in the corner of a residential building, it had dirty tile floors, a cramped room, records and discs piled on the shelves, and a chubby man in an undershirt behind the counter.
The boss was peeling pine nuts, drinking an energy drink, staring at the computer screen, and for a moment, background music played.
"I get off work at six o'clock in the evening and change out of my clothes from the pharmaceutical factory. My wife is making porridge and I'm going to drink a few bottles of beer..."
Lu Zhengkang really felt as if he had been hit by an invisible thunderbolt. A large area of numbness shot out from his Tianling Gai and went down along his spine, making him tremble all over.
This song was something he had heard, and it was also my great-grandfather’s favorite song.
"Kill That Shijiazhuang Man"
Alas, that's what fate is like! Lu Zhengkang was amazed that he was really slow. This song was often listened to by one of his roommates in college. He was a bold and sultry guy from the Northeast. He lamented that this song was all about the Northeast.
The rise and fall after the founding of New China, from the eldest son of the Republic to the forgotten barbaric land, countless stories of blood and tears flowed eastward.
"Boss!" Lu Zhengkang raised his neck and greeted.
The greasy fat man in a sweatshirt turned his head, but his eyes were still fixed on the screen. He looked like a middle-aged Internet addict. His eyes were not big to begin with, but because of his obesity and thick eyelids, he looked a bit awkward.
It was pitiful, but his eyelashes were very long. The boss saw the robot out of the corner of his eye and cursed, "Get out! When the machine goes out, the people can stay!"
The righteous partner Su Xiangli was angry after hearing this, and just as he was about to step forward, Lu Zhengkang sent his brother and Baiyang Yangzhen out.
The boss's face calmed down, he lay down again, took a sip of the drink, and asked tiredly: "What are you doing here, little brat?"
