Today is April 7, 2090, the eighth day of March, Friday, just three days after Tomb Sweeping Day.

Nowadays, this kind of activities to commemorate ancestors are becoming more and more formal. Worshiping ancestors in the cloud is nothing new. There is even a very weird "underworld mailbox" service, because everyone's mailbox is separate, even if they log out, they can't.

will appear a second time, so living people can send emails to dead relatives and friends, and as long as the "underworld mailbox" function is turned on, the email will be prompted as "(read)".

It's really scary just thinking about it, okay?

Nowadays, the number of cemeteries is extremely rare. The bones of the deceased are either scattered into the sea and eaten by fish and shrimp, or they are packed into a container and thrown into space, wandering alone for tens or even hundreds of years, and finally melt away little by little as they approach the sun.

So these days, everyone basically worships the memorial tablets of their ancestors and has no tombs to scan.

There is a small room in Lu Zhengkang's home, and there is an electronic display screen in it. When the power is turned on, the name of the ancestor, photos and other information will be displayed, and the slide show will be played one by one. The electronic screen will also play music, the Great Compassion Mantra, etc.

have.

There is no sad atmosphere. Every time Lu Zhengkang kneels and kowtows on the futon in front of this electronic tablet, he just wants to laugh.

Life is too disillusioning, more disillusioning than the slides on the electronic spiritual tablets.

Early dismissal from school on Friday is the happiest time for the first-grade children, because they can go home and rest for a day and a half, and then go to class on Sunday afternoon, which is already a very comfortable time.

Lu Zhengkang stopped the monitor at Chunhua Station.

"Hello, monitor, what a coincidence that you also take the train to the school gate?" Lu Zhengkang smiled harmlessly, like a Shar Pei out to bask in the sun.

Baifeng stood up straight, like a telegraph pole attracting dog urine. He turned his head, his eyes widened like a surveillance camera, and spoke in a leisurely manner, "Where is Su Xiangli? Aren't you inseparable from Meng, Meng?"

Not out of focus?”

Lu Zhengkang coughed twice and raised the schoolbag in his hand, "She will stay in school this week. By the way, Comrade monitor, look at my homework..."

"Don't think I'll lend it to you."

"No, no, no, that's not what I meant. Who do you think I am? Oh wow! What is that look in your eyes?"

"Look at the liar." Bao Feng said indifferently.

"Hahaha, you really know how to joke." Lu Zhengkang laughed for a while, but the monitor still didn't respond.

"Is this a joke? It's just the truth."

Lu Zhengkang was extremely amused by this sentence again, "You are so awesome, I can't stand the cold-faced smiler the most, quack quack..."

Baifeng stopped talking, and everyone around them was looking at them. Lu Zhengkang laughed awkwardly for a while, and his voice became softer unconsciously. He shrugged at everyone, "It's really funny!"

The people around were also happy, and the air inside and outside the small station was full of joy. Only Bai Feng still stood upright, like a telephone pole or Populus euphratica.

Lu Zhengkang tilted his head, "You really don't think it's funny?"

Baifeng withdrew his gaze.

Zou Jiaqi suddenly jumped out of the crowd, "Hey, are you all here? Let's go together?" Behind him, several friends were secretly observing.

Zhang Yingxuan: "It seems that we have successfully penetrated into the enemy."

Wei Changjun: "Okay, okay, although this operation is bold, we can definitely gain a lot of inside information."

Zhou Ping: "..." Why am I here? Oh, yes, out of school.

The train has been parked at the platform waiting for the train. After the chatterbox said a sentence, it was just before the departure time. The air-tight doors of the train cars popped out. With a hissing sound, the doors opened to both sides, and the pedals extended to the moon.

On the stage, the students cheered, lined up and poured into the car. They found their favorite seats, settled their buttocks, put their schoolbags in the container above their heads, and called their friends. The atmosphere became lively.

Lu Zhengkang followed Baifeng. She sat on the edge of the car, near the window, looking sideways at the outside of the car without saying anything. Lu Zhengkang was next to her, but Zou Jiaqi was separated from them by a corridor.

"Comrade monitor, can I go to your house to do some homework?"

When others said this, Zou Jiaqi almost jumped up before others could feel it.

[Zou Jiaqi: How much content have we missed? Have we reached this stage? And what kind of god is Lu Zhengkang? He actually directly said that he was going to a girl’s home? Shouldn’t this kind of thing be discussed in advance?

!Aren’t you afraid of being regarded as a pervert by her family members?】

Baifeng turned around with a serious expression, which made Lu Zhengkang's heart tighten. She asked softly and sincerely: "You don't have a home?"

[Zou Jiaqi (suppressing laughter): Oh my god, what a wonderful straight female answer this is. Lu Zhengkang, I didn’t expect your opponent to be of such a high level, right? 】

"No, what I mean is, didn't Teacher Wei say that we should set up a study group? I think the monitor is a good candidate." Lu Zhengkang explained warmly.

[Zou Jiaqi: What a bullshit answer, how can you fool a ghost like this? 】

"Okay then." Baifeng took out a book "Selected Poems of the Five Dynasties and Ten Kingdoms" from his small bag, and his words became warm.

[Zou Jiaqi: What? What does that mean? Is that enough?] He looked helplessly at the front row. His friends not far away made a "how?" gesture, but he just shook his head.

Zhang Yingxuan: "What does shaking your head mean?"

Wei Changjun: "Maybe he can't hear? It's normal that you can't hear what you're saying across the corridor."

Zhou Ping: "..." Internet cafe, here I come.

The train traveled slowly along the wide tree-lined avenue. It was the month when the peach blossoms were in full bloom. When the breeze blew, it turned into a red rain. The deserted petals flew into the car window and fell on the pages of Bai Feng's book. It happened to be the setting sun.

Covered with poems, she picked up this melancholy flower tear and softly chanted: "The peach trees in Xuandu Temple were all planted after Liu Lang left."

Lu Zhengkang looked sideways at the girl Lianhua. Her cheeks, which were usually indifferent, were filled with reflections of thoughtfulness at some point.

The sunlight passed through Baifeng's thick black hair, which was a deep orange color. She shook her head gracefully, and the fragrance of the shampoo evaporated, shaking off the faint sorrow in her heart. She twisted the petals and gently threw them out of the window.

, it still looks like a drop of red rain, flying and disappearing in the wind of the train.

Lu Zhengkang asked: "Are you unhappy?"

She didn't answer, looked out the window, just smiled, the silhouette of her smile full of tenderness.

Zou Jiaqi stared at them blankly. His eyes were attracted by Bao Feng, and his heart and lungs trembled.

[Zou: Monitor is really, really beautiful.]

…

Lu Zhengkang walked with Baifeng all the way. He always wanted to talk to him, but the monitor answered less and less.

Halfway through, Zou Jiaqi appeared out of nowhere and asked, "Can I do homework with you?"

Lu Zhengkang shrugged and looked at the monitor, while Baifeng thought seriously and said, "Okay."
Chapter completed!