Today is August 27, 2089, Saturday. The summer in Jiangnan is still depressing.
At six o'clock in the morning, the sky was bright and pure. Although it was cloudy, it was not dark, but had a soft texture like milk.
After breakfast, Lu Zhengkang was pulled by his mother, Sun Hui, to the door frame of his own bedroom. He took off his shoes and stood up. The mother took a carving knife, traced her son's height, and carved it into the groove of the door frame.
Zhengkang turned around and could see six scratches
, getting taller and taller, my brother came over and said: "Classmate Lu Zhengkang, your current height is one meter and sixty-nine centimeters. Comparing the national standard youth height chart with the average physique of a 12-year-old male, you are taller than 90% of the
People of the same age are taller."
Lu Zhengkang gently touched the scratches on the door frame, and a lot of things suddenly popped up in his mind. Since the burst of his imagination, he would be distracted from time to time. He felt the straight scratches on the wooden door frame, and his mother's strength was not enough.
Big and unstable to hold the knife,
The front end of the score is deep and the back end is shallow, just like the strokes of a calligraphy brush. There are some wood chips and solidified varnish powder on the edge of the score. The color of the wood in the knife mark is still very young and clean, and it will slowly deepen over time.
Is this considered a form of healing?
Is there any hidden connection between the carvings and the annual rings of the tree itself? This knife mark proves the growth of Lu Zhengkang, and the annual rings prove the growth of the tree itself. If the traces left in the present prove the truth of the past, then when these traces appear in the future
After disappearing, does the past also disappear?
Is growth a process of constant gain, a process of constant loss, or both, just like the swimming pool that is filled with water and drained at the same time? The funny thing is that Lu Zhengkang can't find proof of his past existence.
But I can still see this boring math question on the test paper.
Can the troubles in the world be felt by trees? Does it know its existence in the definition of human beings? They are silent after death and before death, so is there any difference between death and survival?
Lu Zhengkang felt moist water vapor coming from the ground. It was the memory of the trees. No, he was a bystander. He saw the water flow from the root system hidden underground of the tall trees to the branches and leaves of the crown. The water vapor emitted from the surface of the leaves and beat on the deer.
Zhengkang's face rose to the sky and turned into raindrops falling to the ground, and was absorbed by the roots again.
But dead trees no longer have such exquisite water circulation.
So trees connect the sky and the earth, which is really shocking divinity.
Lu Zhengkang knew that he needed water when he was alive, or that some kind of existence that was not water was constantly grabbed and dispersed by himself, so that he was alive. After death, he would be the pale bones after the action of the incinerator. Without water, there would be nothing.
water.
"What are Kangkang thinking?"
"Nothing. Just some boring thoughts. Sun Sheng and Sun Ying haven't gotten up yet?"
"Go and call them, they are getting lazy."
"No, Mom, I have to go out." Lu Zhengkang looked at the time and it was time to take Su Xiangli to dance practice.
"Are you so worried about your little girlfriend?"
"What a good friend." Lu Zhengkang scratched his head. There is no love for little kids. Even childhood sweethearts, no matter how close they were, can turn into cold strangers as long as they don't see each other for a while.
"If you still call me a good friend now, will I have to call you my girlfriend in two years?" Sun Hui knelt down and grabbed her eldest son's nose.
Lu Zhengkang replied in a sullen voice: "Who can tell what will happen in the future? By the way, I read in the news that the virtual world simulation cabin has been successfully developed. I don't know when it will be used."
When Sun Hui heard this, she suddenly felt sad. She thought to herself: If this simulation cabin comes out, it will definitely not be cheap. If you can't afford it, other children will play with it. If your son can't play, won't he be excluded?
?
She has made up her mind to find a stable job and settle down, regardless of the salary.
Although people in their thirties can still be said to be young, time waits for no one, and neither does the era. Only after leaving school can we understand the value of knowledge and diplomas. Nowadays, finding a job depends on personal strength.
There is so much new knowledge, updated every day, and the newcomers in the company are becoming more and more powerful every time. Job seekers like her can be said to be behind the times. When she chose to be a full-time housewife, she actually ran the risk of lifelong unemployment.
Lu Zhengkang was slightly aware of his mother's carefully concealed depression. Just as it is difficult for children to lie in front of their parents, it is also difficult for parents to hide their pain in front of their children.
"Mom, is there no money at home? I have it on hand."
As soon as these words came out, the mother was shocked and said, "How do you have money?"
"I paint and model. Now I have 40,000 yuan on hand, and I have another 60,000 yuan to buy stocks."
"What! What stock?"
"It's the company that will soon produce a simulation cabin, Vision Future Technology."
"Oh, with a national background, it shouldn't be a loss." Sun Hui felt relieved, "He is indeed my son. He knows so much. Why don't you give your money to your mother? I will save it for you first and wait for you to marry me later.
My wife will give it to you again."
Lu Zhengkang opened his phone with a look of disgust, and after a few operations, Sun Hui's phone dinged, "Your account has been credited, forty thousand yuan."
Sun Hui covered her face, is this the happiness of getting rich overnight?!
…
Lu Zhengkang complained miserably to Su Xiangli, "All my private money was confiscated by my mother."
The little girl stood on tiptoes, pointed her toes on the ground, and spun around lightly, her posture as standard as a compass, her eyes squinted thoughtfully as if she was basking in the warm sunshine, and she really looked like an arrogant white swan.
Lu Zhengkang: "Hey, did you listen to me?"
Su Xiangli just danced over and over again. The background music in the room was a relaxing and unknown pure piano music, which gave people a pleasant feeling as if the breeze was blowing by the willow lake.
Lu Zhengkang sat on the floor and looked at all the good things about Su Xiangli. The little girl was also 1.64 meters tall. She was growing up so fast. She was no longer the young and plump person she was before, but now had a tall and slender posture.
Lu Zhengkang continued to chatter, or more like babble, he was already quite intoxicated by the gentle world in front of him.
"The simulation cabin is coming out soon. I have to earn a lot of money to buy one for myself. When do you think I can play immersive games? Alas, I really want to play games, but it will take another two years or ten.
It’s such a pity that you can’t be exposed to those masterpieces until you are four years old. Holographic simulation is definitely very interesting, just like participating in the game world in person. The time should be almost there, September 15th, two weeks into school, but that day is Thursday.
And if the dormitory isn’t big enough, it won’t be able to accommodate the simulation cabin…”
Su Xiangli stopped dancing and came over to poke Lu Zhengkang's ribs with his toes, but Lu Zhengkang grabbed him in his hand. The ballet shoes were so light and slippery that he could touch the little girl's toes. Lu Zhengkang let go and shouted: "Wow
, I’m going to get athlete’s foot!”
Su Xiangli angrily threw classmate Xiaolu to the ground, "You die! Lu Zhengkang, you are so annoying!"
