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"Good grandpa."

The dead old man did not speak. The frostbite on his left ear was flowing yellow pus all the way down his neck. Lu Zhengkang got out of the car generously and stood beside Sun Hui, holding his mother's hand, looking up at a height of 1.7 meters, with a momentum of three miles. Lu Xuefeng.

Lu Zhengkang could feel that her mother's hands were cold and cold. In winter, her hands were cold and cold, but now her palms are a little sweaty, like frog mucus, which makes people uncomfortable.

Lu Xuefeng grinned and nodded to Sun Hui, "Eating?"

"Okay, grandpa, sit down and I'll cook."

Now, it's Lu Zhengkang and Lu Xuefeng's turn to stare.

Chapter 410: Grandpa's home is an old-fashioned home

Lu Zhengkang did not realize at this time why he was in this rural area called Xingfu Farm.

He thought this was a simple visit.Young descendants come to see the lonely empty-nest elderly out of filial piety, so that they can experience a little bit of family warmth and so on in their bleak old age. Generally such scenes will be very moving, and old men and old ladies will show embers. Such red-hot enthusiasm can often make children screaming and getting fat all over.

Sun Hui cooked one lunch, very hearty, four dishes and one soup, but I can’t say how rich it is. Grandpa’s house does not have a household robot, and his mother’s craftsmanship can only be said to be close to the housewife’s baseline.

The so-called richness is actually just a lot of raw materials. Farmers eat everything they eat from the ground. Although the grain in the new rural area is theoretically public, there is an old saying: "Can the donkey starve to death in the mill?" With the food intake of the old man, the amount eaten throughout the year is not as much as the yield reduced by a minor pest.Moreover, the farm produce market is in the nearby town, and the price is so cheap that it makes people daunting.

Four dishes, the classics of scrambled eggs with tomatoes are inevitable. Of course, beef brisket stewed with cheese and potatoes is a good winter dish. The sweet and sour pork ribs are also quite good.Serving with a bowl of Evergreen Egg Soup is too luxurious as a lunch, and it is even suspected of waste-it is good to eat it at night if you can't finish it.

Lu Zhengkang thought that he might have to stay a few days this time. I wonder what good food his mother will make tonight?

At the dinner table, the atmosphere was sluggish. Sun Hui tried his best to serve Lu Xuefeng with vegetables. The dead old man didn’t say a word. He was stunned and grabbed the rice. His momentum was amazing. Lu Zhengkang's blood boiled and he shouted in his heart to do him seven or eight bowls of rice...Of course. It's impossible, Sun Hui gave him a quota of two bowls, and eating one more bite is a delusion.

"Grandpa, eat slowly and don't choke."

Lu Zhengkang clamped a piece of potato, put it on his mouth and blew lightly, watching the cream-colored molten cheese slowly drip, pulling out the slender silk thread, suddenly a little impatient.He turned his gaze to his mother and could see that she cared very much about Lu Xuefeng, which is the quality that a good citizen with Social Credit Level 3 should have.

So, since the children are in good condition and have filial piety, why not take the old man to live in the city?

If you can't figure it out, don't think about it.

It has been five years since the end of the century. It is also the first time that Lu Zhengkang has seen a guy who eats more ugly than his own. He is his grandfather. The old man has a stinky face. He opened his mouth and showed ragged yellow teeth. It's ugly, looking like a demonic demon who eats children.

Moreover, his chewing movements are quite distinctive. They are often grinded with the left molar. After the chewing muscles are tightened, the loose skin on the cheek will be stretched, like a small mouse or a small stone is stuffed in the mouth. Drum, those gray-black age spots are also undulating, like moldy yellow-faced buns.

His gaze does not often move. He stares at the head of the chopsticks when picking up vegetables, and at the rice bowl in his hands when eating. Although his back is not straight, he can be clearly seen by the seriousness of his unkindness. Clearly Chu.

Maybe the smelly problem of the old deer's favorite garlic is inherited from this old boy.

Because Lu Xuefeng didn't speak, the atmosphere at the dining table was very stiff. Lu Zhengkang secretly observed his mother's face, and she seemed to smile a little reluctantly.

After the meal, the grandson-in-law went to wash the dishes obediently, and Lu Zhengkang sat on the wooden sofa in the living room, checking the furnishings in the house.

The old man’s house is definitely retro. At least Lu Zhengkang has never seen that grandpa and aunt make the home fashionable. This is not to say that they must be stubborn, but that the decline in information acceptance leads to aesthetics. Laggard, and deviations in the understanding of trends.

Ask the older generation to study decoration, and the result will be tragic. It is likely to move towards the retro psychedelic electronic style of the post-modern country, or to put it in human terms: shit is not as good.

What is the hand sanitizer next to the toilet, what is the small chandelier in front of the TV, what is the sunrise Oriental wallpaper, what is the sticker of the human-shaped wardrobe, what is the impressionist mosaic tile... etc., people can watch the sky cover. .

However, Lu Xuefeng's home furnishings are not bad and old-fashioned, but they are old-fashioned at the beginning of the century.

As far as interior decoration is concerned, this is also a trend after all, and it has a strong feedback effect on the sense of age, allowing people to see the social background of its design at a glance.

Lu Zhengkang still remembers the interior decoration style at the end of the 20th century. Green water paint walls, red mesh covers on electrical appliances, a piece of glass on the desk, and many photos sandwiched between them, and a bulky semiconductor radio placed on the corner of the desk.

At the beginning of the 21st century, European-style home furnishings were popular. The origin of the combination of Chinese and Western styles can be traced back to the end of Qing Dynasty and the beginning of the Republic of China. From the perspective of Lu Zhengkang, Chinese decoration designers have learned Western styles for so many years, but still have not learned the essence , The house created always has the awkwardness of a donkey's lips not matching a horse's mouth.

In the fourth year of the 1930s, the decoration concept of light luxury, minimalism and nature suddenly ushered in an explosion. At that time, the middle class began to pursue Nordic style interior decoration.Speaking of it, this is inseparable from the rise of holographic projection technology at that time. After all, enough space is left to facilitate the immersive experience. Therefore, decorations and other space-consuming things are omitted, and to ensure the projection The color perception is normal, and the painting of walls, floors, and ceilings should be as simple as possible, preferably black and white.

The decoration trend of the 1940s is called the future minimalism. On the basis of the 1930s, with the introduction of omnipotents into thousands of households, the sense of technology and design are particularly sought after, in order to give logical thinking ability. Strong omnibus provides a learning and growth area, and every item in the home has a special storage place.At that time, a good design plan was worth over 100 million, because it saved a lot of time to find things repeatedly.

The 1950s was an unremarkable decade. By the mid-1960s, the country’s Dyson Cloud project in space was initially completed, and energy was greatly enriched. Therefore, a large number of extremely energy-intensive products were born. The interior decoration at that time was called A hundred flowers blooming, ten thousand horses galloping, and even a fairy-tale miraculous building such as a floating house, although its end was deemed to be an illegal building and forcibly demolished, it shows the madness of the people at that time.

In the 1970s, it was cyberpunk. Each city has its own unique style. The city of Jiangsu and Zhejiang where Lu Zhengkang is located is bound to be rich. Therefore, every tall building is covered with a projection glass curtain wall. In the daytime, this is a "mirror lake". "A beautiful city" at night is even more like a "diamond reflecting the moonlight", not to mention that the whole city is cast on a large screen during the festival, which can be seen from space.

The grandfather's house was in the 1930s, but after all, the housing area in the rural area is limited, so it is minimalist, but light luxury is invisible.

Quite real.

Chapter 411 turned out to be a trusteeship class

Lu Zhengkang sat down on the wooden recliner on the east wall of the living room. The kitchen was to the north. His mother was playing with the dishwasher, but the machine had fallen into disrepair and it was extremely inconvenient to run. Sun Hui slapped the machine to take care of it, and it went on strike.Helpless, can only wash by hand.

Adults all live in experience. Washing dishes with dishwashing liquid and sink is obviously beyond the scope of Comrade Sun Hui's knowledge, so she became very clumsy, and the concise and concise appearance of daily life was lost. Lu Zhengkang turned to look at her back. , I just find it particularly interesting.

Lu Xuefeng went out for about ten minutes. The courtyard of Water Menting is called the drying field here. Since two months earlier, you can see the yellow rice on the ground, and now there are a few bamboo baskets with dried goods. , Dried bamboo shoots, fish fillets, day lily, and a basket of dried soybeans hanging from the balcony ceiling.

The old man turned around in the yard, looked up at the sky, and turned over the dried vegetables. He looked at the living room in the yard. After all, he did not choose to come in again, so he went to the utility room in the southeast corner of the yard and took a nylon basket. , Squeezed a pair of scissors and walked out the door.

Sun Hui washed the rice bowls, put the leftovers in a fresh-keeping bag and put them in the refrigerator.

She went back to the living room and saw her son paddling his cell phone carelessly again. The winter sunlight was dazzling. He passed through the narrow door and fainted on the marble tiles. Lu Zhengkang was hiding in a place where the reflection could not be reached. With his legs crossed on the chair, his body tilted, looking like a cat.

"Son, tell you something."

Lu Zhengkang chuckles, when will his parents speak in such a negotiated tone?Of course it's time to cheat children.

"Don't listen or listen..."

Sun Hui was furious and pulled Lu Zhengkang's face with her hands soaked in grease on the dinner plate."If you don't listen, you have to listen!"

"Aw——!!!" Lu Zhengkang screamed like a pig.

Sun Hui let go of her hand distressedly, and hurriedly rubbed her son's face, "It doesn't hurt or it hurts, good health."

Lu Zhengkang was shattered by his mother's gaze into a pile of decadent tire skins, which flowed onto the chair without any movement.

"Your father and I are going to be busy these days. It just happens that you and your grandfather are going to spend a few days. You have to live here for two weeks, OK?"

Lu Zhengkang twitched his lips, and relatives took care of him, a great sadness in his childhood.

"Okay. I like Grandpa..."

Sun Hui smiled reluctantly, holding her son in her arms, she turned and sat on the recliner, the corner of her eyes was suddenly dazzled by the reflection on the marble tiles, she couldn't help lying on her back, the posture was not much different from that of Lu Zhengkang.

Lu Zhengkang was feeling the breast of his mother, the breast of an adult woman. He knew that he had been breastfeeding in his mother's arms. With a respectful mentality, he felt a slight itching in his belly button. There used to be an umbilical cord here. Placenta.

The mother’s blood and milk surging in the child’s body cavity, like a warm water bed, Lu Zhengkang now knows clearly that he has an inseparable relationship with this female human named Sun Hui. Although the umbilical cord is broken, But the thread of his paper kite is always in the hands of his mother.

The fear hidden deep in the memory slowly faded away, Lu Zhengkang seemed to rise from the bottom of the water, and finally could breathe.

"When will you go, mom?" he asked squishyly.

"I'll stay with you for a while." Sun Hui wrapped her hand from behind her son and held her eyes. She was very proud of her plan, but now she is very uncertain, especially when she saw Lu Xuefeng Later, such a rude old man at the first level of social trust will really not have a bad effect on the child?But the child's filial piety needs to be cultivated since childhood, why take him to the uncle's house?That's too far.