Break Through the Steam Game Library Chapter 471

　　 This September is a happy September, and Lu Zhengkang takes small and brisk steps every day.

　　 The position of the propaganda committee was won, and the system rewarded 300 points of perception. The simulation cabin is in hand and placed in the dormitory. It is a real simulation to watch the video. You can feel the temperature, smell, airflow, etc., just like a passerby behind the camera, especially watching "Cyber Machine Love". When the film is stimulating, it can make people happy.

　　 Su Xiang hasn't talked to him very much recently, but that kind of silent tacit understanding keeps growing.

　　 Mathematics teacher recommended Lu Zhengkang to participate in the Olympiad, but he refused. He felt that he had taken enough exams in his previous life, so he should spend his life as relaxed as possible.

He continued to learn to paint and learn to paint on board, that is, digital hand-painting. It is very cool to draw with the analog cabin. It is like holding a pen to paint an oil painting with his own hands, without the restraint of wearing VR finger cots. Buying paint and paper that are so expensive is a pleasure for the poor.

The last semester of the first year of junior high passed flatly. If the cold appointment comes, it will be closed from January 20, 2090 to the night festival of February 13, which is already very good. The school is very kind to junior students. After all, the second and third grade students have to return to school on the second day of the new year.

　　 Today is Saturday, January 21, 2090.

　　 Temperature -6℃, light snow.

　　 The results of the NCAS online voting came out. For three consecutive months, it was basically snowy in Jiangsu and Zhejiang until February 1.

　　 On the first day of the winter vacation, Lu Zhengkang and Su Xiangli rushed to the grandfather's house with a small suitcase.

　　Lu Xuefeng would still wait for them at the station. I haven't seen him for a few months. This stubborn old man seemed to be four or five years old, and his back became a little rickety. Seeing Lu Zhengkang, the grandfather tried to straighten his waist.

Lu Zhengkang happily hugged the grandfather. He is now entering a rapidly developing puberty. Not only has his voice become hoarse, but his stature has also jumped abruptly. Usually he can only shrink at the waist of the grandfather. All of his lungs are exploding.

　　 "Cough cough cough! All right," Lu Xuefeng coughed, "Let's go home."

Su Xiangli walked over and bowed obediently, "Good day, grandpa." Her upper body was an apricot yellow down sweater, and her lower body was surrounded by a plain white sarong, wrapped in white pantyhose, wearing a pair of black. The small leather shoes are full of youth, so people can be full of joy when they see it.

　　 Lu Xuefeng has always been amiable to her, but his words are very polite and have no meaning to be close, "Student Su, welcome."

　　The old man got into the car, and Su Xiangli turned his head and pouted at Lu Zhengkang very innocently.

　　 "That's it." Xiaolu put his luggage into the trailer, then opened the door, and asked Su Xiang to get out of his seat. And she pressed the edge of the car door, "I know, but that's it, it looks good." She whispered.

　　 "Just see a few more times."

　　 The grandfather's pickup was driving in the wilderness of the farming area, and the snow covered the deep ground. The gloomy sky was even dimmer than the ground, giving the illusion that the world was upside down. Only the wretched branches of the fruit forest extend to cover a small piece of the horizon. Su Xiangli likes the pronunciation of the horizon in English. Horizon is the boundary between the sky and the earth in the eyes of people. The blurred colors also blur the boundary. When looking at the woods, It can hardly be said whether those branches with fallen leaves are roots growing in the sky.

　　 Su Xiangli is lying by the window, Lu Xuefeng's grandparents in the front row are chatting, and she neither wants to be an audience nor participate in the topic.

　　 She is just obsessed with the scenery, although it is not exciting at all. Lu Zhengkang's words sounded intermittently in her ears. After stripping off the meaning of the words themselves, his voice became clear and direct. Just like a song, the development of his vocal cords made him easily break the sound. Su Xiangli knew he was recently Are trying to keep their voice down, is this a boy's little shyness?

　　 Speaking of which, this is the second time she has come to the farming area and the second time she has seen Lu Zhengkang's family.

　　 Every time I see that old man, the atmosphere seems to be sad. She didn't feel that way before, and I look at it today. Indeed, the old man's stubbornness is very weak.

　　In the countryside out of touch with modern civilization, this peasant abandoned by the times.

　　 Once the band's guitarist, does he still pluck the strings? Su Xiangli remembered the famous "Pipa Xing", she likes music, and also likes poetry, and the poetry describing music is more agreeable. She knows the Roman Qin Day Long Live Band, but it was the trendy trend of funeral culture in the late 1940s and early 1950s.

　　 So how do you describe their music?

Perhaps just like the deep winter world in front of us, under the cold skin, what really conveys is the psychedelic existence of life and death. Like those trees, they seem to be inverted, turning the world around. This is long live The boldness and curse of the band.

　　 was too mourning and too radical, so they were all left behind by the times. After the cheers of rock and roll, nothing was left on the scene, maybe there were only colorful fragments on the floor.

　　 Lu Zhengkang smiled, "Grandpa, shall we sing?"

　　 Lu Xuefeng thought for a while, "What do you want to hear?"

　　 "Whose song did you listen to when you were young, rock and roll."

　　 "At that time, I admired the domestic rock and roll, New Pants and Wanqing. There are many foreign ones. I can't count them. The Queen is the best."

　　 Lu Zhengkang was surprised, "New pants? What kind of band is this? What a strange name."

　　 "Minority, I didn't know many people at that time, and it's normal if you don't know."

　　 "Here is a song."

"No, I can't sing without a soundtrack." Grandpa was already eager to try, but he was too cramped to open his mouth. Lu Zhengkang turned on his phone and picked out a musical instrument simulation software. Through projection, he can make an air guitar. Just pluck the strings. Can emit almost real musical instrument sound through the phone speaker.

　　 Lu Xuefeng was surprised, "Is this thing so convenient now? It used to have to use a projector." He stretched out his hand and picked up the virtual guitar. The vehicle drove automatically, and he slowly tried to pluck the strings.

　　 Su Xiangli turned his head, ready to listen.

　　 In the onlookers of the juniors, Lu Xuefeng, who has not touched the guitar for nearly 40 years, slowly played the notes of the year. As long as there is an audience, he is still that wanton boy.

　　"My favorite record store,

　　 "Yesterday was his last day,

　　"The fragments that once made me intoxicated,

　　"They are all scattered on the street...

　　"But those dreams you once had,

　　" has become blurred and invisible,

　　"Those who struggle for ideals,

　　"It's just for money...

"I don't want to die in failure and loneliness!!!" He yelled~www.mtlnovel.com~Lu Zhengkang also yelled, Su Xiangli screamed, everyone was crazy, and Lu Xuefeng's eyes In a frantic flow of memories, Lu Zhengkang saw a roaring face in his previous life, and Su Xiangli saw a crazy man, a lost old man and a painful boy.

　　 "I don't want to die in failure or loneliness!! I don't want to live underground all the time!! Material deception! Hurrying ants! Uncultured people are not sad!!!"

　　 "He won't be sad!"

　　 Lu Xuefeng did not have half a tear, but his eyes were exceptionally bright. The AI in the car buzzed to warn them to pay attention to the norms and driving safety. Lu Zhengkang slapped the car's speakers off.

　　 Su Xiangli became quiet, and everything calmed down. Grandpa continued to pluck the strings, intermittently, and even the echo was muffled.

　　 "He will be sad too."

　　 "Sad..."

　　 Lu Xuefeng closed his eyes, and sighed for a long time, "Comfortable, my skill is not reduced back then!"

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