This September is a happy September. Lu Zhengkang takes brisk steps every day.
I won the position of publicity committee member, and the system rewarded me with 300 understanding points. I got the simulation cabin and put it in the dormitory. I used it to watch videos. It was a real simulation. I could feel the temperature, smell, airflow, etc., just like in the camera.
Being a bystander in the end, especially when watching an exciting movie like "Cyber Love", can make people extremely excited.
Su Xiangli didn't talk to him very much recently, but the silent understanding was growing.
The mathematics teacher recommended Lu Zhengkang to participate in the Mathematical Olympiad competition, but he refused. He felt that he had taken enough exams in his previous life and he would try to live as relaxedly as possible in this life.
He continued to learn painting, and learned board drawing, which is digital hand-painting. It is very enjoyable to draw in the simulation cabin. It is like holding a pen with your own hands to paint an oil painting, without the constraint of wearing a VR finger cot. The best thing about electronic drawing is that you don’t have to go
Buying those incredibly expensive paints and papers is a poor man's pleasure.
The first semester of the first year of junior high school passed uneventfully, and the winter vacation came as promised. The holiday started on January 20, 2090, and ended on February 13, the Lantern Festival. It was nearly a month, which was already very good. The school was very kind to the first-year students.
After all, students in the second and third grades of junior high school have to return to school on the second day after the Chinese New Year.
Today is Saturday, January 21, 2090.
Temperature -6c, light snow.
The online voting results of NCAS are out. For three consecutive months, it was basically snowy weather in Jiangsu and Zhejiang until February 1st.
On the first day of winter vacation, Lu Zhengkang and Su Xiangli rushed to their great-great-grandfather's house carrying a small suitcase.
Lu Xuefeng would still wait for them at the station. After not seeing each other for several months, the stubborn old man seemed to have aged four or five years, and his back had become a little rickety. When he saw Lu Zhengkang and the two of them, the old man tried his best to straighten his back.
Lu Zhengkang hugged the old man happily. He has now entered the rapid development of adolescence. Not only has his voice become hoarse, but his height has also grown sharply. Normally, he could only curl up on the old man's waist, but now he can pull the old man into his arms.
My lungs exploded.
"Cough, cough, cough! OK, OK," Lu Xuefeng coughed, "Let's go home."
Su Xiangli came over and bowed obediently, "Hello, Grandpa." She wore an apricot down sweater on her upper body, a long plain white skirt on her lower body, white pantyhose, and a pair of black
Small leather shoes are full of youth, making people feel happy when they see them.
Lu Xuefeng had always been kind to her, but his words were very polite and he didn't mean to get close. "Classmate Su, welcome."
The old man got into the car. Su Xiangli turned his head and pouted at Lu Zhengkang innocently.
"That's what he is." Xiao Lu put the luggage into the tow truck, opened the car door, and asked Su Xiangli to take a seat. She pressed the edge of the car door, "I know, but it just seems a bit awkward." She said quietly.
"It would be nice to meet more often."
The grandfather's pickup truck was driving in the wilderness of the agricultural area. The deep earth was covered with white snow, and the gloomy sky was even darker than the ground. It gave the illusion that the world was upside down. Only the sad branches of the orchards extended, covering a small area of the horizon.
Su Xiangli likes it very much
The pronunciation of horizon in English, horizon, is the boundary between heaven and earth in human eyes. The blurred colors also blur the boundary. When looking at the woods, it is almost impossible to say whether those twigs with fallen leaves are the roots growing in the sky.
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Su Xiangli was lying by the window. Lu Xuefeng's grandparents and grandson were chatting in the front row, but she neither wanted to be an audience nor participate in the conversation.
She was just obsessed with such a scenery, although it was not exciting at all. Lu Zhengkang's words rang intermittently in her ears. After stripping away the meaning of the words themselves, his voice became clear and direct, just like a song.
The development of his vocal cords makes it easy for him to break his voice. Su Xiangli knew that he had been trying to lower his tone recently. Is this a boy's shyness?
Speaking of which, this was her second time in the farming area and her second time meeting Lu Zhengkang's family.
Every time she saw the old man, the atmosphere seemed to be sad. She had never felt this way before, but looking at it today, it was true that the old man's stubbornness was very weak.
In a countryside that is out of touch with modern civilization, this farmer has been abandoned by the times.
Can the former guitarist of the band still pick the strings now? Su Xiangli thought of the famous "Pipa Song". She liked music and poetry, and poetry describing music was even more to her liking. She knew about the Roman Piano Day back then.
The Long Live Band was a trend-setter in the popular mourning culture in the late 1940s and early 1950s.
So how to describe their music.
Perhaps just like the deep winter world in front of us, what is really conveyed under the cold surface is the meaning of psychedelic life and death. Just like those trees, they seem to be upside down and can turn the world around. This is long live
The spirit and curse of the band.
It was too sad and too radical, so they were all left behind by the times. After the cheers of rock music, nothing was left at the scene, maybe only the debris of colorful films on the ground.
Lu Zhengkang smiled, "Grandpa, let's sing?"
Lu Xuefeng thought for a while, "What do you want to hear?"
"Whose songs did you listen to when you were young? Rock music."
"At that time, I listened to and admired the domestic rock music, New Pants and Evergreen, and there were many foreign ones. I can't even count them. Queen was the best."
Lu Zhengkang was surprised, "New pants? What kind of band is this? What a strange name."
"It's a niche thing. Not many people knew about it at that time. It's normal for you not to know."
"Let's play one."
"No, I can't sing without a soundtrack." Grandpa was obviously eager to try, but he was too embarrassed to speak. Lu Zhengkang opened his phone and picked out a musical instrument simulation software. Through projection, he could create an air guitar. Just pluck the strings.
You can produce almost real musical instrument sounds through your mobile phone speakers.
Lu Xuefeng was surprised, "Is this thing so convenient now? In the past, you had to use a projector." He stretched out his hand and picked up the virtual guitar. The vehicle drove automatically, and he slowly tried to pluck the strings.
Su Xiangli turned his head, ready to listen.
In the crowd of juniors, Lu Xuefeng, who had not touched the guitar for nearly 40 years, slowly played the notes of the past. As long as there is an audience, he will still be the same wanton young man.
"My favorite record store,
"Yesterday was his last day,
"The fragments that once made me intoxicated,
"They're all scattered on the street...
"But those dreams you had,
"All have become blurred and invisible,
"Those who strive for their ideals,
"It's just for money...
"I don't want to die in failure and loneliness!!!!" He roared, Lu Zhengkang also roared, Su Xiangli screamed, everyone went crazy, Lu Xuefeng's eyes were filled with a wild flow of memories,
In front of Lu Zhengkang was a roaring face from his previous life, while Su Xiangli saw a crazy man, a lost old man and a painful boy.
"I don't want to die in failure and loneliness!! I don't want to live underground all the time!! Material scam! Ants in a hurry! People without culture are not sad!!"
"He won't be sad!"
"He won't be sad!"
"He won't be sad!"
Lu Xuefeng didn't shed any tears, but his eyes were exceptionally bright. The AI in the car beeped, warning them to pay attention to behavioral regulations and driving safety. Lu Zhengkang slapped the car speakers off.
Su Xiangli was quiet for a while, and everything also became quiet. Grandpa continued to pluck the strings, intermittently, and even the echo was low and mute.
"He'll be sad too."
"He'll be sad too."
"sad……"
Lu Xuefeng closed his eyes for a long time and sighed, "It feels good. My skills are still as good as before!"