Break through the steam game library

"Get off work at six in the evening, change the clothes of the pharmaceutical factory, and my wife is making porridge. I'll have a few bottles of beer..."

Lu Zhengkang really seemed to be hit by a thunderbolt sent invisibly, a large piece of numb from the Tianling Gai, and down his spine, made him tremble all over.

This song is what he has heard, and it is also the favorite song of grandpa.

"Kill the Shijiazhuang Man"

Alas, fate is such a fate!Lu Zhengkang was greatly amazed. He was really slow. This song was often heard by a roommate of his university. He was a bold and unrestrained Northeast buddy. He expressed his emotion that this song did the best of Northeast China's rise and fall after the founding of New China. The eldest son, to the forgotten savage place, countless stories of blood and tears rushed east.

"Boss!" Lu Zhengkang greeted, raising his neck.

The greasy fat man in the undershirt turned his head, but his pair of eyes were still pinned to the screen, showing off the appearance of a middle-aged internet addiction. His eyes were originally small, because the fat eyelids were thick, so they looked a little bit more. Poor, but the eyelashes are very long. The boss saw the robot out of his light and cursed, "Fuck off! The machine goes out, and people can stay!"

Su Xiangli, the justice partner, was angry, and just about to come forward, Lu Zhengkang used his brother and Baiyangyang Zhenzhi out.

The boss's complexion calmed down, he lay on his back again, took a sip of a drink, and asked languidly, "Why are you kidding here?"

Chapter 439: Grandpa Tai is really a bit powerful

Lu Zhengkang asked, "Wanqing's song! Isn't it!"

He was young, and his expression was so high when he spoke. It was really amazing. Su Xiangli had never seen him look so refreshed. The usual Lu Zhengkang was either sluggish or bad, or just sluggish.

But now it's different. The boy's face is full of satisfaction, his chest is full, and he feels like he's home.

It was as if he was shining.

The boss was stunned for a moment. He raised his foot and pressed the pause on the computer screen with his big toe. He stood up and put on his slippers, "You know this song? How do you know this song?"

Lu Zhengkang asked him, "Grandpa loves this song, can you buy me a disc?"

"Good, good, no problem!" The boss laughed, "Waiting for the goods! Finally waiting for the goods!"

Lu Zhengkang laughed too. For the two of them, an adult had a thick and open voice, and a child had a sharp and crisp voice. They laughed like a duet, and they couldn't be said to be sad or happy.

Su Xiangli shrank behind Lu Zhengkang and gently twisted the corner of his clothes.

The boss shook his sulky long hair, his bangs almost covered his eyelids, and the hair on the back of his head was even more greasy than Zheng Qilu, the greasy head. It was simply a history of tar on his head. Lyme.

"Come here, stay for lunch with my brother, what do you want to eat?"

"Noodles, the boss is from the north?"

"Ah, hey, his forehead is like someone in Guanzhong." The boss responded to Lu Zhengkang with a less proficient local accent. His rough and stubble face was full of pimples, like a naan, just baked. Kind, warm with the meaning of making people close, "The noodles are good, you are both a bosom friend and a taste, really a good friend from the sky!"

When Lu Zhengkang and Su Xiangli saw that he was busy going to the utility room of the shop, they dragged out a folding table, opened it, and put it away. Then they got into the kitchen and got busy.

Lu Zhengkang gently stroked the dirty and obsolete folding table. This thing is really old. The metal table legs below are all rusty. It is this kind of extremely worrying hygiene that reminds him of his own. In his previous life, he also had a folding table in the rental house, which was of course cleaner than this, but it was also the same simple structure, without the red tape of modern technology, and had a back-to-basics temperament.

Su Xiangli immediately expressed dislike, "It's so dirty."

"It's not clean, I'm not sick after eating." Lu Zhengkang rubbed his hands and moved a chair by himself.At first glance, this dining table is not commonly used. It is placed in the video rental room. The already very crowded room now has the meaning of being difficult to move forward.

Su Xiangli listened to the background music, and the song "Kill the Shijiazhuang Man" by the Universal Youth Hotel was finished, followed by the song "West Lake" by the band. She listened to the wonderful tune and watched Lu Zhengkang feel content. He couldn't help but laugh.

"Take a boat into Three Pools,

"Playing in the lake,

"The breeze is no boat.

"Sometimes far away,

"Sometimes and connected,

"...

"There is no longer the setting sun of nostalgia,

"There is no more reflected moon,

"..."

Lu Zhengkang would sing along when he was singing loudly, shaking his head and shaking his head, in a drunk gesture of drinking fake wine.Su Xiangli laughed at him. The little girl had instinctively realized that he was not a good person when she saw the boss. Now the nervous mood slowly dissipated with Lu Zhengkang's joy, and she also became happy with him.

I am immersed in music, these are songs that children can't hear, and some are very rare, and I don't know how the boss got them.

It takes a lot of time to make noodles. The boss is busy in the small kitchen, and the two children listen to the song quietly. Su Xiangli sits at the table and Lu Zhengkang goes to tour the shelves.

After "West Lake" was played, it was replaced with a steam wave music. This style of music emerged at the beginning of the century, but it has always been a niche. It is good at creating blurry realms, such as the distorted sound effects in the radio. It is very nostalgic. The style reached its first peak in the 10s, but its influence is mainly abroad. The domestic steam wave peaked in the mid-1950s. At that time, it was the frenzy of the space leap. Electronic dance music was booming, and the steam wave followed this spring breeze. It is very fashionable.

This song "LOVE YOU EVERYDAY" was also a nightclub gold melody that year. After it was released gently and softly, a group of people hugged and hugged on the dark dance floor, slowly turning around, humming in their mouths, "love you~"

What a show.

For Lu Zhengkang, every minute and every second here is a pleasant surprise. There are a dazzling array of old discs on the shelves, and even antiques from the last century. They are all real objects, CDs or USB flash drives, not stored in the computer cloud-very wise s Choice.

Lu Zhengkang even saw Umezu Taisho’s "A KITE (Paper Kite)". This thing has content that is not suitable for children. This boss is so daring, it is no wonder that he hides in the village in the city. Otherwise, how could he save so much? The treasure that the crowd loves to hear.

"Too shameful, too shameful..." Lu Zheng Kangxu murmured, these things are too sinful and completely violate the scientific literacy of citizens, he must buy them back and criticize them from beginning to end.

At this time, the music changed again. The prelude guitar was cold and clanged for a while, as if a cloud of lead from the sky fell on the top of the snow on the peak of the earth and threw countless snowballs.

When the vocalist speaks, the magnetic voice can immediately catch people's ears.

"If people don’t have the past. If, the world will not forget. Live today, live. There will not be it, plundering our brains, just like now, we see the future, it is the gray cloud, in the wind, one Little by little..."

The boss sang along in the kitchen.

"No, all! All the hurricanes! Will, take away the sorrow. Not all, all the sorrows! Can be retained..."

Lu Zhengkang was amazed and shocked!The wording of this song is so bold!

"Who sang this song?" he asked the boss aloud.

"Hurray!" The boss shook his head, Tao Taoran looked like a seizure.

"What long live!"

"The band is called Long live, Long live the Roman piano day!" He laughed.

"Good name!" Lu Zhengkang turned on his phone and searched for Long Live Roman Music Day.

Unable to search, as expected.

So he went to search on the boss's computer.

There are results.