Four hundred and fortieth chapters where to find the head
Monday, December 24, 2885, sunny.
10:23 am
Su Xiangli was stared at a little bit by Lu Zhengkang.
"Why are you staring at me?" The little girl crossed her chest and looked unhappy.
"Your head is too small." Lu Zhengkang said regretfully, then turned and left.
11:32 am
Teacher Li was dining in the cafeteria. Lu Zhengkang walked to sit opposite her with a plate in his hand, and then stared at her face.
"Classmate Lu Zhengkang, what's the matter with you?" Teacher Li felt a little uneasy under the scrutinizing gaze. This gaze reminded her of some deep and terrifying past events. I believe any adult would be wary of such gazes.
Lu Zhengkang: "I want to see your head."
Teacher Li screamed in fright, jumped up and ran away without even taking the dinner plate.
Lu Zhengkang raised his hand to stop her, "Hey! I just want to learn from it..."
1:03 PM Self-study time.
Meng Qijun was reading in the library, and Lu Zhengkang sat opposite her and stared at him.
"What's wrong with you?"
"I'm looking at you." Lu Zhengkang was serious and serious.
Meng Qijun's face blushed, "You... you can look at it as you wish. It's just that I... I'm not very good-looking, so why don't you... stop looking."
Lu Zhengkang replied with sincerity, "No, you are very good-looking. So I will take a closer look."
Little girl Meng Qijun lowered her head and remained silent.
2:33 pm
Zhang Yingxuan and Zhou Ping were playing with rope, while Lu Zhengkang watched silently.
Children's faces have a lot of fat and round outlines, but some have sharp edges, such as Zhou Ping's, while others are thin.
Lu Zhengkang is considering the shape of the model's head. Should it be flesh and blood, a skeleton, a machine, a plant, a ceramic texture, a pile of gems, or a concrete masonry structure... The facial features should be young, old, and alive.
It's still dead, it's human, it's still inhuman...
And there is no need to limit the subject matter to the conflict between machinery and nature...
Zhang Yingxuan asked worriedly: "Lu Zhengkang, what's wrong with you?"
"It's okay, just look at you." Lu Zhengkang smiled sweetly.
Zhou Ping and Zhang Yingxuan looked at each other.
…
It's time to get out of school, and the school bell is the classic "Going Home", composed by Kenny G. The lingering saxophone is as melodious as silk floating on still water.
Lu Zhengkang sat in his seat and put away his homework. He liked to listen to the school bell, so he could stay on campus for a while. Music can transcend time, just like his beloved Xinhua Bookstore, which he always relied on
I won’t leave until the closing bell rings, that’s the song “going home”, and there are so many memories in it.
But what is the old saying? It becomes stale after seeing it too much.
The missing head is still in his mind now, and he doesn't feel any nostalgia at all.
He was about to go out when several friends came to stop him.
Su Xiangli, Zhang Yingxuan, Zhou Ping, Yu Fei, Meng Qijun, and Mei Shenglin are all close friends.
Lu Zhengkang clutched the strap of his backpack and looked around, a little confused, "What do you want from me?"
Su Xiangli looked worried, "Bad, are you sick?"
Lu Zhengkang understood immediately, "Oh, absolutely not, and it's not something going on at home. Don't worry, I think you just need material."
"Material?" x6
Lu Zhengkang touched the bridge of his nose. He actually wanted to imitate Teacher Shao and his cousin by pushing on his smart glasses, but unfortunately he didn't wear glasses. "Yeah, as a model for the science and technology competition, classmate Meng Qijun proposed to make a model that is half mechanical and half
I think the human body model of the creature is very exciting. But now it’s missing a head.”
Yu Fei shouted: "We are in a science competition, why do we need to make a human body model? Isn't it good to make a model of the universe? We can make a model of the Milky Way!"
Lu Zhengkang asked others, "Here is a model of the Milky Way. Here is a model of the human body. Which one do you choose to look at?"
"human body!"
"It must be the human body. Who doesn't know what the Milky Way looks like?"
"Yes, yes, uh, the human body is beautiful."
Yu Fei was so shocked that he silently shrank back.
Lu Zhengkang smiled, "Yeah, we need novel ideas, otherwise how can we stand out."
"Are you sure you're okay?"
"Yes, I'm pretty sure, I'm fine."
"Cut" x6
"boring."
"It's gone, it's gone."
Lu Zhengkang Pidianpian followed his friends, "Hey, don't leave me alone, let's go home together after school."
"Who wants to go home with a bad guy like you!"
"That's right!"
The children laughed and strolled through the sunset.
…
At eight o'clock in the evening, Lu Zhengkang was about to go to bed when he suddenly received a questionnaire.
Well, Lu Zhengkang reviewed it carefully.
Sure enough, is it the consequence of scaring Teacher Li away in the morning?
"National Culture and Social Credit Supervision Bureau: Dear Citizen Lu Zhengkang, we have received a report from citizens that your words and deeds are contrary to scientific literacy. Please complete a questionnaire. The latest submission date you are allowed is. Please answer carefully.
Your answers will be recorded in your electronic file."
Lu Zhengkang started to answer the questions seriously. Sun Hui and Lu Jiande suddenly burst into the door. They asked Lu Zhengkang nervously.
"Kangkang, have you met those shady people?"
"You have been reported, do you know? You can't do this. We have said it many times at home, don't say bad things in public."
Lu Zhengkang covered his ears, "I know, I know! Don't bother!"
"What's the matter with you? Mom and Dad are doing this for your own good. If you don't listen to me now, you won't be able to do it in the future..."
Lu Zhengkang sighed silently.
Alas, guardians will also receive emails. I'm so stupid, really. And Teacher Li, are you really so scared?
…
1am.
Lu Zhengkang woke up from his dream.
I just had a weird dream. There were flying heads everywhere, as if I had encountered an old demon from a demon sect. Lu Zhengkang was frightened awake by a copper-colored skeleton that suddenly rushed down. It seemed that he was too old.
Grandpa has a tattoo on his back.
It’s amazing. I think about it day by day and dream about it at night. Lu Zhengkang touched it on the bed and felt very inspired.
Therefore, we need a machine head full of pipes and gears. The pipes need to be full of flowers and plants, and there are people looking up at the top of their heads...
But isn’t that too idealistic?
Lu Zhengkang knows that different forms of artistic expression have different emphases. If it is a painting, some living animals can be added to express vitality, but model sculptures are another matter.
So, we still have to change it. Don’t use half and half, Lu Zhengkang thought, just unify the style, with branches growing in the pipes, rotten flesh wrapping the metal, blooming flowers and withered leaves as clothes. The person on the top of the head is also removed.
Change it to eyes.
So what should the action posture be like?
Lu Zhengkang jumped out of bed excitedly. The inspiration was endless! I couldn’t use my mobile phone or computer. It was okay. I used pen and paper to describe the brain.
Turning on the desk lamp and opening the curtains, Lu Zhengkang faced the bright table and carried the lightless starry sky on his back.
Getting better, he shook his legs and hummed softly.
"If people had no past. If the world would not forget. Live today, live. There would be no such things, plundering our brains..."
