Chapter five hundred and seventy-ninth the end named Lu Xuefeng
Ping An Nursing Home.
Lu Xuefeng was in a light dream of gray and white. He was off the stage, watching the prosperous Viva Romana band, silently shouting about the anguish of the times. Countless people in the audience were just silent and no one moved. On the stage
There was even no sound. From the moment he saw this scene, he already knew that he was dreaming.
For things like dreams, it would be very good if you could see some bits and pieces from the past that are difficult to recall, so that people can enjoy the dream.
Lu Xuefeng just remained silent, watching the gray dream scene disappear like the glitz of a shallow pond in summer.
It was empty. He looked around at the flat green farmland. He seemed to smell the wonderful earthy smell. At the end of the distant and invisible cement path, a light little bicycle with red paint came towards him.
, the bicycle bell was bright and ringing, and the rider was a woman wearing jeans.
It was his late wife. Her upper body was in a thin white shirt. The sun shone in from the cracks in the gloomy sky in the south of the Yangtze River. Through the woman's coat, Lu Xuefeng was a little confused in the dazzling flesh and sea. He only felt his youth.
The vitality slowly returned to his empty skin. He was trembling and wanted to quietly touch his wife, the girl who belonged to his past...
The woman screamed suddenly, her expression as exaggerated as ever, but what she said was the alarm clock tone: "It is June 9, 2093, six o'clock in the morning. It is sunny today, and the best plan for the day is in the morning, Mr. Lu
, it’s time to get up, you can choose to do some exercise, of course, you can also continue to enjoy sleep, we will wake you up again in five minutes. If you want..."
The sound of the alarm clock was gentle and rigid, and the volume gradually increased. Lu Xuefeng felt as if a small steel knife was scratching his eardrums, and an unexplained coldness ran through his heart. He woke up, opened his eyes, and slapped him angrily.
, snooze the square box alarm clock on the bedside table.
The alarm clock was much harder than his osteoporotic palm. He felt severe pain at the base of his right middle finger, so he pulled his hand back as a conditioned reflex.
Lu Xuefeng leaned on the head of the bed, covered his hands, lowered his head, and saw a few tears on the white and soft pillow.
This is...the old man gently caressed his cheek.
Did I cry?
A sense of shame made Lu Xuefeng forget about the growing pain in his palms. He only felt that his face was hot.
I actually shed tears?
Why? Did you have a dream?
He recalled it as if he was dreaming about his girl. She had been dead for many years and he still hadn't forgotten her. But why did he see her in his dream? This was a sign of something...
"Well -" the old man felt the pain in his fingers getting more and more painful, and finally the pain overshadowed all his thoughts. Now he just wanted to find a doctor to look at him quickly, or use a medical machine to give him an injection himself.
As people get older, they can no longer bear the pain. Lu Xuefeng still remembers that when he got the tattoo, he didn't say a word and just bit the cigarette in his mouth.
Aging is similar to illness. Long-term and gradual physical weakness brings greater inner pressure, and the gradual breakdown of social relationships further aggravates the sense of psychological loneliness and panic.
Lu Xuefeng felt that he was aphasic, his language ability had declined sharply, and his memory in the past few days was also very blurry. His back hurt so much that he couldn't straighten up. When he stood up, it felt as if his bones were about to break. His chest felt stuffy, and he felt like he was nauseous.
Every now and then... he has endured for so many years, and now, a very real problem has finally come to light.
The old man lives in memories, but he forgets the past day by day. If one day, he remembers many things he has seen but has no impression of, that is God telling you that the time is coming.
Lu Xuefeng got up from the bed.
After the omnic rebellion, everything changed. The robots that had penetrated into thousands of households all disappeared from ordinary people's sight. The human gentlemen who were usually taken care of suddenly lost their life helpers.
It's troublesome to eat and wash dishes, and when I encounter minor injuries or illnesses, I rush straight to the hospital in panic.
Lu Xuefeng went to the medical machine to scan his palms.
The test result showed that the bone was cracked. Can the bone be cracked just by ringing the alarm clock? The old man was a little confused.
Tuk-tuk-tuk.
Someone knocked on the door, and Lu Xuefeng frowned, suspecting that the nurse was here. Whenever he used the medical machine, he would upload the results to the hospital, and then the nurse would come, but this time he came so quickly.
"Come in."
The person who opened the door was not a nurse, but Zheng Qilu. The greasy-headed guy was not greasy today, but very refreshing. He was wearing a black suit, and his appearance was beyond Lu Xuefeng's expectation.
"This bitch, why are you knocking on the door when you come to my place? Come in." The old man opened his mouth as if it were covered with honey, and spoke beautiful Chinese. Zheng Qilu's face turned dark at a speed visible to the naked eye, as if he was brushing his teeth.
It looks like a layer of ink.
Seeing the greasy guy's stinking face, Lu Xuefeng actually became happy. He was getting older and his temper was getting younger. He didn't dare to ignore someone he met, for fear of leaving him alone.
Zheng Qilu walked in with a small white square box in his hand, threw the thing on the medical machine table, put his hands in his pockets, and wandered around the small dormitory.
There was a round clock on the east wall, and it was now 6:14 in the morning. He turned his head and looked around, clicking his tongue and making a judgmental sound. He wanted to find trouble and say something to embarrass the old man.
But when he saw this simple room, he was speechless. Zheng Qilu sat down on the bed. The bed was hard and he asked, "Do you still prefer to sleep on a hard bed?"
"Well," the old man grabbed a pain-relieving needle from the medical machine, stuck it on his forearm, and then waited for the machine to mix the plaster for him.
"Are you still used to living here?"
"Why, if I'm not used to it, you can still get me out of here?"
"Yes!" Zheng Qilu pointed at the gift box, "Your great-grandson has made a fortune. I will get you a temporary fifth-level social credit."
Lu Xuefeng was stunned for a moment, his eyes glazed over in shock, "What can he do as a kid? Isn't he working as an insider for you? Is he in danger?!" He stood up angrily and brought all the medical machines to the ground.
, the warm healing ointment was sprinkled on the ground, and the faint medicinal fragrance diffused in the warm and humid air of the nursing home.
Zheng Qilu stood up, walked around the old man to open the curtains, and the sunlight shone in from the window, which was a bit dazzling. Lu Xuefeng stood up too quickly, and the blood chased his brain, hitting the blood vessels and making a thumping sound. He then became dizzy and palpitated.
stand up.
"Don't always think about the worst. Your great-grandson has made a meritorious service and is a key protection target."
Lu Xuefeng pursed his lips, "True?"
"truth."
"Then, I want to go back to the farming area."
"It's okay. Now I'm your life assistant. You can tell me whatever you want."
"I want my previous information."
"I've prepared it for you. Let's drink the medicine first."
Zheng Qilu opened the white square box. Inside was an ice-green transparent medicine, anti-aging drug type III. It is suitable for middle-aged and elderly people who are taking anti-aging drugs for the first time.
"What? Are you going to give me poisonous wine?" Lu Xuefeng relaxed and began to joke, took the potion and drank it in one gulp.
After drinking the cold potion, it soothed his dizziness like a warm current.
"Just this bottle can help you live for many months longer." When the oil-headed monster said this, he was not without envy.
Lu Xuefeng was stunned. So, he would have more time to prepare for the funeral?