Chapter four hundred and eighty-ninth the tide ebbs and flows
No matter how flashy the song is, it will come to an end, just like no matter how good the can is, it will have a shelf life, and no joy will ever end.
In evergreen rock and roll, all the behaviors of people are just collective delirium. Just like a dream, you should always wake up.
At the end of the song, thanks should be expressed, and retention should be retained. Strangely, the group of people who were shining brightly on the stage did not feel nostalgic, while the people in the audience were reluctant to leave.
"One more song!"
"Su Huai Feixing!"
Lu Xuefeng took off the cable from his electric guitar and turned around to step off the stage. The children in the band followed him. The grandfather's back was straight and his broad shoulder blades were trying to hold up his leather jacket. The old tree still had dense branches. These things made the young man's heart beat excitedly.
Everyone calmed down. With such a stubborn old man walking in front, there was nothing to worry about.
Backstage, before Lu Zhengkang and the others could hug and cheer, the organizer came over and a man in a suit and leather shoes blocked Lu Xuefeng's way, "Sorry, sir, we just learned that you are a first-level social security personnel.
I’m not qualified to participate, and your band,” the man tilted his head, revealing an almost vivid expression.
The probing look on his face somewhat diluted the business-like coldness about him, "Your name is Su Huai Feixing, right? You sing really well, and I like you very much, but unfortunately, you are disqualified from participating in the show.
You cannot proceed to the next stage of judging, and the prizes will not be awarded to you. I’m sorry, but this is the rule.”
Lu Zhengkang and his friends looked at each other, and everyone shrugged.
"It's okay. I didn't come here for the prize in the first place. Let's just disband our band today."
The man in the suit was taken aback, "Okay, I won't disturb you anymore. Your instruments will be returned safely, so don't worry." He turned and left.
Su Xiangli frowned, "I hate this person, he's so yin and yang."
Lou Xundiao rubbed his trembling legs, "That's it. They say that people are becoming more and more like machines, and machines are becoming more and more like people."
Mu Huai hugged his arms and said, "Why are you pretending to be garlic?"
Lu Zhengkang stepped forward and hugged Grandpa, "Master, you are too strong!"
Lu Xuefeng laughed and said, "It's nothing. You don't know that back then, there were fifty or sixty thousand people in the audience watching at the same time. The queues of people could fill several blocks. Alas, you couldn't see it."
, I can’t see it, I still remember it clearly, you can come and see me when I go to the nursing home in the future.”
Lu Zhengkang and Su Xiangli were both shocked and lost their voices, "nursing home?"
"Yeah, I'm ninety, it's time to take a break."
Lu Zhengkang wanted to speak, but tears fell down. Lu Xuefeng quickly wiped his face. His hands were rough and dry, like absorbent paper, and he wiped Xiaolu's cheeks clean. Lu Zhengkang smelled his hands.
There was some fishy smell of metal oxidation, the smell left by the guitar strings, which was very familiar, and it still lingered on his cheeks, a little spicy.
"Master, you didn't obey me before."
"There is no one who refuses to accept old age."
"But you haven't passed Level 2 yet. Why don't you take Level 2? Are your old friends still alive?"
"There is another one waiting for me to go." Lu Xuefeng's face showed relief that he had got his wish, "Good boy, and Xiangli, you are also a good girl, you must study hard in the future, don't
Let me worry in the nursing home."
Su Xiangli came over hesitantly and hugged the old man gently, "Grandpa, are you happy today?"
"I haven't felt this comfortable for a long time. Thank you. Thank you to each of you." Lu Xuefeng's expression was gentle. It turned out that he also had such an expression. There was no incongruity at all. He was just very kind. An old man should have the care for the world.
Compromise suddenly shot up his spine, and his back slowly hunched down, neither obvious nor unnoticeable.
The mystery of Lu Xuefeng disappeared. From today on, he is no longer a singer watching the fields, he is just the elderly Long Zhong in the nursing home who is becoming increasingly demented.
Lu Zhengkang and Su Xiangli didn't know whether they had saved their great grandfather or harmed him.
Great-grandpa left, and that summer, the band was hastily formed and then disbanded.
There have been joys and stories left behind, but in the end, all that is left are the broken color films on the ground. A story of youth, passing by in a hurry.
…
Back to school.
After the academic exam, the second year of junior high school had to choose a minor subject for the major. Lu Zhengkang chose a balance of history, physics, engineering, and arts and sciences, mainly to eliminate those subjects that he was not very interested in, and only these three were left.
On weekdays, everyone still has classes for Chinese, Mathematics and other subjects together, but minor subjects have to go to different classes. As soon as get out of class time comes, everyone roars and runs out of the classroom, wandering around the huge campus like a group of moving ants. It’s also a wonderful sight.
Since the end of the music festival, class monitor Bao Feng's face has become increasingly cold. It turns out that her mother watched the recording of the music festival and recognized that Bao Feng was on stage playing drums at noon on July 4, so she went home and scolded her.
After a meal, he even resold the drum set.
So during the first week of school, she felt a little low-pressure. Lu Zhengkang noticed it, and no one else responded to it. When he mentioned it in the dormitory night talk, Zou Jiaqi immediately became nervous.
"Why didn't you tell me earlier!"
"Oh!" Everyone said "I understand" in unison.
"What are you talking about? The rooster is crowing! Is it wrong for me to be concerned about our squad leader?" Zou Jiaqi argued.
Zhang Yingxuan's eyebrows stood up straight, and he pushed Lu Zhengkang, "Come, Comrade Qingsheng, analyze this suspect's love psychology."
Before Lu Zhengkang could start teasing, the chatterbox hurriedly showed his flaws, "Hey, hey, hey, don't talk nonsense and slander people's innocence. Nothing has happened between me and the squad leader. What is the psychology of love?"
"Oh" everyone sighed earnestly, "So you like the monitor!"
Zou Jiaqi went crazy, "Didn't you already know this?"
"ox."
"Tingguagua."
Everyone joked for a while, and even though the topic was brought to an end, no one brought up another topic for a while, and the bedroom fell silent.
Lu Zhengkang suddenly asked Zhang Yingxuan, "If nothing else, what's going on with Zhou Ping now?"
"The head teacher knows that he has neurasthenia and is quite tolerant of him now. He just talks to him every two days."
"That's good."
…
On the land of Sognard, Zhou Ping held a glass rock sword enchanted with flames and stabbed the black dragon's head with one knife. Alduin died, and the dragon soul ascended to heaven.
Three warriors who assisted the Dragonborn came over and praised his bravery.
The mission log indicates that he has completed the main plot and killed the World Devourer.
Zhou Ping raised his head and saw the sky in Songjiade, the swirling stream of blue-purple light, and a deep hole in the central dome, which led to the outside world, but its shape was majestic, just like Shu'er's divine eyes looking down.
"The Elder Scrolls 5: Skyrim Deluxe Holographic Simulation Reset Legendary Edition" is a game that he has been addicted to for the past few months.
He likes this free and open world so much that it feels like the real world. There are no mountains of homework, no drowsy classes, no hateful teachers, no cautious posture when facing classmates, and no trivial dissatisfaction in life.
I want to be immersed in the game forever.
However, his headache broke out again, and Zhou Ping was forced to quit the game. He punched the simulation hatch in front of him in annoyance. There was a bang, and his palms were sore.
The simulation cabin door was opened by the Internet cafe owner. He warned: "Don't hit the machine like this. If it breaks, you will have to pay for it!"
"Sorry boss, I'm getting off the plane."
Zhou Ping paid the Internet fee at the counter, went downstairs, and when he went out, the sunlight outside reflected on the floor of the hall, which was very dazzling.
He raised his hands to cover his eyes.
After taking a moment, he put on his hood and quickly walked into the street, heading towards the school.
