Su Xiangli stared at Lu Xuefeng's face. The old man had always been extremely cold. This iron-like attitude has been worn away by time and is now rusty. But his appearance is by no means pitiful. He smiles heartily, like a full-blooded person.
young people.
The picture was frozen here, slowly dimming, and even Lu Xuefeng's face disappeared. A sadness emerging from a strange corner in his heart deeply froze Su Xiangli. This emotion came very quickly, extremely
It was intense, and my mind was still numb, but my heart was throbbing, and it was like a muscle in my chest was spasming, spreading pain, and being burned by the air-conditioning.
So, did this old man just leave some life insights to future generations?
Lu Xuefeng obviously had many stories, and Su Xiangli still looked forward to listening to him talk about the past when the years are quiet. Once some people leave, another inch of the era will come to an end. At the beginning of the century
Everything that happens will only be preserved in media such as text, pictures, and videos, and the emotions contained in it will completely disappear when the person dies and the light goes out.
Just like Lu Zhengkang, he walked away silently, and his emotions seemed to be felt only by Su Xiangli.
Also, the private diary left by Lu Zhengkang recorded the little secrets between him and Su Xiangli after they swapped bodies. It was originally agreed that they would exchange notes with each other after the body swap syndrome subsided.
This kind of sweet privacy is the life after marriage in her fantasy, which is plain and ordinary with a little surprise. Su Xiangli couldn't help but complain, I asked you to exchange diaries a long time ago! Why didn't you listen?
What a great opportunity in Wuyang District.
Now, no one can read it. Su Xiangli doesn't know the password. To her, Lu Zhengkang's private diary has become a sealed book. She can only put it on the bookshelf and observe it from a distance.
And the diary she carefully prepared turned into a letter that could never be sent. The sender was still there, but the recipient was forever separated.
The more Su Xiangli thought about it, the sadder she felt. She told herself that she couldn't shed tears, no matter what, she couldn't shed tears. However, some things, if you don't think about it, it seems as if they didn't happen, but the wound still exists, and it is not because of being hurt.
The scar is covered and improved.
The memory reading room was very quiet, as quiet as the heart, pure white and empty. It was perfect for hiding in here and crying secretly. Su Xiangli crossed her arms, she really felt cold, the soul inside her body
It was like it was split into two parts, one was howling loudly, and the other was just patting the back gently, bringing only a chill.
Every day in the past is like a fleeting shadow, claws in the snow and mud, turning into clear waves on the ripples of the spring pond, flashing back in my mind; Lu Zhengkang's smiling face, strong body, and his brows and eyes full of confidence and responsibility,
With a delicate and sensitive mind, he unites his classmates, talks and laughs with the teacher, and looks like
Shine the light; prepare a small gift for Su Xiangli. The small mark engraved on the gift seems to come alive. The deer and the bitten "i pear" are flying around Su Xiangli's head.
Chasing each other; he is never a tool without value judgment, but an independent and charming human being.
It was such a person. Lu Zhengkang, whom Su Xiangli had liked since he was a child, had never been separated. Lu Zhengkang, who they exchanged messages with each other every day, seemed to be like a tall building in the city that is quiet and habitual. He just stood there and could be seen every day, which made people
Understand this chaotic and changing world
There are still stable markers in the world, and now, Su Xiangli can no longer see him. The tall building in his heart collapsed silently. Even the ruins have been cleaned up, and only a little foundation remains.
The roots are still rooted in the earth, silent for a long time.
Perhaps she has never been able to recover from the news of Lu Zhengkang's death, so she has never had an unforgettable feeling, just like tearing a scab, a little painful, getting stronger, pulling away a little, and then hesitating.
I didn't dare to tear it open violently, for fear that the blood would not stop flowing out.
Su Xiangli rubbed his cheeks vigorously, turned to go out, and handed back the VR glasses. At this time, the manager in a suit and tie ran over, and he enthusiastically introduced the company's special services to Su Xiangli.
Among a group of cold staff, the manager's arrival was particularly warm.
"What else can you do?"
"We have a very powerful high-end package service here. Madam, we can create a simulated personality program so that your memory can be like a real person. You can communicate and talk about new things. Ang.
, think about it, how meaningful it is. The ancients said that this saint has three immortals, and he has established his moral character and his speech. You see, as long as we establish a personality model in our Ci Yi Dupan, your descendants will still be able to talk to you hundreds of years later.
Yes, how powerful it is, it’s equivalent to extending your life span!”
Su Xiangli was in a bad mood, so she declined politely, and the manager gave her a leaflet.
After leaving Ci Yi to read the disk, it was already approaching evening. Su Xiangli did not dare to stare at the sky in the south of the Yangtze River. He could only see the golden sunset in the cracks in the clouds to the west at the end of the street, and the gray glass buildings on the city skyline reflecting fish scales.
The same neatly arranged orange light, the sky there is thin clouds, and the colors are layered, like a huge piece of painted pottery with blurred edges.
How great would it be if there was someone to accompany me while walking through the city streets illuminated at night?
It's just that now she doesn't dare to raise her head, and is also afraid of the sunshine. The clouds are so gentle at this time, giving the world a quiet and not dark corner, so that the ghosts living in the cracks of the human world can quietly wander away with confidence.
When Su Xiangli arrived at the People's Bank of China, there was a long slanting light in front of the gate, and the lights had begun to light up.
What Lu Xuefeng prepared for Su Xiangli was really his life savings, which amounted to more than 41,680 and 30 cents. In addition, there were also dozens of household items, collections, notes and files he bought.
The files are not worth anything, and then there are the electronic properties he retained, including some music copyrights, purchased games, books, social accounts, etc. These things
The blood is like flesh and blood, filling up the empty image of the grandpa. Although his body has been incinerated, the ashes have not been kept. It is either scattered into the sea, thrown into space, or made into materials. It is unknown.
But his thoughts and memories were preserved in a few ambiguous silhouettes through these dumb old objects.
In the end, Su Xiangli only took a recipe handwritten by his grandfather, which contained all kinds of desserts he often prepared for the two little ones. Just looking at them, it seemed as if thousands of flavors were spreading from the tip of his tongue. And that day.
At night, I shared the red bean vanilla milkshake and matcha milk recipe with Lu Zhengkang in the attic. The moonlight was as bright as a miracle. During the whirlwind dance, every time I turned around, I could see the smile on the corner of his mouth and the tip of his nose.
A little milkshake stain…
I can't think about it anymore, I will cry if I think about it anymore.