Lu Zhengkang was homeless. He was living on the street. He had a home and could not return. He made something out of nothing and lived in secret... He had no face to face Su Xiangli and his parents.
The night was getting darker and darker, so he took off his short sleeves from his face and put them on again. He was familiar with all the surveillance cameras in Dabieye, Nanshan, as if they were at home. He had already used his mobile phone to monitor remotely from the window sill.
After deleting the video, he didn't have to worry about exposing his true appearance. He put his hands in his pockets and ran out of the green belt, walking slowly outside the community.
At this time, reporters from various stations had already rushed over and surrounded the entrance of the community. It was noisy and chattering. It was almost dark, but it was as lively as if an elderly tourist group had arrived.
Mr. Lu, an enthusiastic citizen, walked to the door with a natural expression and was stopped by a kind-hearted female reporter.
"This classmate, do you live in this community?"
Lu Zhengkang was naturally stunned for a moment, "No, I'm looking for my friend."
"I wonder if you just noticed the thrilling scene in this community?" The reporter smiled like a flower. At this time, other reporters also crowded over.
Not to mention that the journalist profession is an evergreen one. In this industry, the proportion of robot employees is very low. Especially in China, robots are not allowed to have bionic skins, so they are often not recognized as people to talk to.
Because of this, the masses need "journalists with warmth and true compassion."
The reporters are almost all real people, but there is not much news these days, especially in the era when the Zhimeng is completely closed. Everyone can only live on their own one-third of an acre. For the sake of performance, these reporters who have little water and little water have all found it.
Running around the motherland like crazy, even trivial things can make headlines.
Lu Zhengkang, an enthusiastic citizen, was immediately surrounded by a group of kind-hearted reporters. They held long guns, short cannons, various lenses, and various radio equipment that almost stabbed Lu Zhengkang in the face. At first glance, this posture really looks like
It’s like a big star being surrounded by paparazzi while traveling.
At the same time, his beautiful face also appeared on major media platforms in real time.
The Su family sat in the living room and watched TV. Ms. Yang Shun watched Lu Zhengkang on TV. The young man smiled brightly and brightly, and the gloomy sky in the evening was almost illuminated by this big boy.
Ms. Yang Chun looked at his expression and felt that he looked familiar. Although they had never seen each other, Lu Zhengkang and Su Xiangli often showed such a hearty smile to Yang Chun when they exchanged bodies.
You can see that confident and slightly joking demeanor. This kind of person is so uncommon that it can still be remembered.
Yang Shun smiled and said to Su Quanting: "Look at this kid, do you think of you when you were young?"
Su Quanting was in a gloomy mood, a little distracted. He stared at his daughter, thinking of words to admonish, but he saw Su Xiangli staring at the TV screen with a serious face.
What is so beautiful?
Su Quanting raised his eyes and took in Lu Zhengkang's hateful smile.
These clothes, these pants, and this hairstyle, aren't they the same as the trapeze artist just now?
Su Quanting said seriously: "This kind of kid doesn't learn well at a young age. He is engaging in such dangerous behavior at a young age. Little Litou, don't you learn from him? Do you know? If you meet such a person in the future, just stay away..."
Su Xiangli: "..."
At the same time, classmate Lu Zhengkang, who was the first to walk out of the community, was being interviewed.
Lu Zhengkang: "I don't know what happened just now."
"Then are you a student from a nearby school?" The reporters were still kind-hearted.
"Yes." Lu Zhengkang is an honest young gentleman. When he became Su Xiangli, he was indeed a student of the National Art High School.
The scene was quiet for a moment.
"It's very humorous, classmate, do you have anything to say about the dangerous situation that just happened?"
"Dangerous behavior, please do not imitate!"
"That's good. Have you encountered such a situation before? In other words, is this kind of situation common in this community?"
This group of reporters arrived late and did not see him leaping over the building, nor did they recognize that the person in front of them was him.
However, this was only temporary. Lu Zhengkang did not intend to tangle with these reporters any more to avoid exposing his secrets. He casually used clichés to deal with it and walked forward calmly. However, the reporters with kind-hearted eyes had already surrounded the place. As he moved forward, the opposite side
The reporter, however, remained motionless and was firmly stuck in his position.
In just ten minutes, the empty lanes on the streets here have been filled with hovercars. Just like you never know how many people can hang outside a train in India, Lu Zhengkang can't guess how many reporters can get off a hovercar.
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They jumped for joy, like a school of flying fish leaping out of the sea, or like potatoes being dumped out of a container, making a brilliant appearance with a huff.
The situation at the scene was a bit exaggerated. People entering and exiting the community were stopped and questioned. Everyone was making a lot of noise. Lu Zhengkang pushed his way out of the crowd and forced his way out.
After moving some distance away, the reporters who were suffering from mental problems finally stopped chasing him to pluck out the hair of a sheep. Lu Zhengkang sighed and strolled out of the community. He looked up at the red sun setting in the west, and the sky was full of bright colors.
The clouds have been
The paving is dazzling with gold, but in the east, dusk is approaching dimly, and the clouds are emitting a tile-blue color similar to enamel, and are blown by the high-altitude wind into short thin slices, as if they are embedded in the sky, and they are merged with the rotation of the stars.
Flying away.
"O(Ocean Man)Take me by the nd that you uand(Take my hand to the land you understand)O..."
Lu Zhengkang's cell phone rang happily. He took it out and saw that it was his mother's phone.
Classmate Xiaolu frowned. Could it be that Master Sun Hui happened to be watching TV?
Sure enough, Lu Zhengkang was being scolded on the side of the road. Comrade Mom asked him why he appeared on Nanshan Road, a thousand miles away from school, and ran out in the middle of the night because he had to go to class tomorrow.
"Mom, it's only half past six, it's not late at night." Do all parents in the world exaggerate the time? It's just three o'clock in the middle of the night, it's too exaggerated.
"It was already dark that day! You have no memory at all. Who were you with at such a late hour?"
"No, I'm alone." Lu Zhengkang looked around like a blind wanderer, but he saw a gray-black robot flashing into the alley at the corner of the wall not far away.
The community where Nanshan Dabieye is located is called "Fenghuating". Next to the community is a snack street, which is a good place for entertainment and dining. The rows of two-story bungalows are neatly planned, but they are already quite old.
Although the electronic signboard is still bright and dazzling, the exterior walls of the building have begun to dim, and one wall is completely occupied by ivy, which makes it very boring to look at.
After the robot rushed in, there was a thin man looking around at the entrance of the alley. Lu Zhengkang lowered his head silently.
