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Just like Wan Qing's singing, "The fisherman still wants to continue to be the fisherman, but the harbor has nowhere to go." This kind of powerless sorrow, in fact, everyone knows.

Mao Yuqiu and Su Xiangli were silent and stopped talking. When Lu Zhengkang saw this, he could hardly speak any more questions in his heart.

"That's it for today, or not?" Lu Zhengkang said incoherently.

Mao Yuqiu shook his head, "You want to form a band. That monitor must be a good candidate. Her drum set is professional. But I don't know how to help you persuade her. She doesn't like playing drum set."

If you don't like it, it means there is a shadow. Since you don't like it, it's so powerful. Of course, the reason for the child is very clear.

Su Xiang said clearly, "I don't like ballet either."

When Lu Zhengkang saw them turn his gaze to him, he was taken aback, and said, "I don't like it either, eh, formalism?"

"Everyone knows this." Mao Yuqiu shrugged, "In fact, the school is okay, it won't give you too many weird tasks, anyway, you leave it to me."

Lu Zhengkang was very moved. He looked at classmate Maoqiu as if he was looking at a piece of braised chicken drumsticks that was offered in a shrine. The dazzling oil color shone with a holy aftertaste.

The 479th chapter Wenqing girl is really beautiful

Today is April 7, 2090, the eighth day of March, Friday, and the Ching Ming Festival has just passed three days.

Now this kind of ancestor commemoration activities are getting more and more processes. Cloud worshiping the ancestors is nothing new. There is even a very weird "difu mailbox" service, because everyone's mailbox is separate, even if you log out. It will appear for the second time, so those who are alive can send emails to their dead relatives and friends, and as long as the "E-mail address" function is turned on, the email will be prompted as "(read)".

It's scary just thinking about it, OK?

The number of cemeteries is extremely scarce. The bones of the deceased are either spilled into the sea and eaten by fish and shrimps, or they are filled with a container and thrown into space, wandering alone for dozens of hundreds of years, and finally melted away little by little when approaching the sun.

So this year, everyone basically worships the ancestor tablets and there is no grave to sweep.

Lu Zhengkang’s house has a small room with an electronic display screen. After power on, there are ancestors’ names, photos, and other information. The slide shows, one by one, and the electronic screen will also play music. Have.

There is no sentimental atmosphere. Every time Lu Zhengkang knelt on the futon in front of this electronic tablet, he just wanted to laugh.

Life is too disillusioned, more disillusioned than the slide on the electronic psychic card.

Letting school leave early on Friday is the happiest thing for the children in the first year of junior high school, because being able to go home and rest for a day and a half, and then resume classes on Sunday afternoon, is already a very easy time.

Lu Zhengkang stopped the monitor at Chunhua Station.

"Hello, squad leader, by coincidence you also took the train to the school gate?" Lu Zhengkang smiled harmlessly, like a Shar Pei coming out to bask in the sun.

Bai Fengjiu stood upright, like a telegraph pole that provokes dog urine. When he turned his head, his eyes stared like a surveillance head, and he spoke without rush, "Where is Su Xiangli? You are not Jiao Buli Meng, Isn't Meng defocused?"

Lu Zhengkang coughed twice and raised his schoolbag, "She is staying at school this week. By the way, comrade squad leader, you see, the next homework..."

"Don't think I will borrow you to copy."

"No, no, no, I didn't mean that, who do you think of me, oh-wow! What kind of look are you in?"

"Look at the liar's eyes." Bai Fengjiu is indifferent.

"Hahaha, you really know how to joke." Lu Zhengkang smiled for a while, but the monitor still didn't respond.

"Is this a joke? Just tell the truth."

Lu Zhengkang was amused by these words again, "You are too powerful, I am the most unbearable grimace, quack..."

Bai Fengjiu stopped talking, and everyone around was watching them. Lu Zhengkang laughed for a while, his voice lightened unconsciously, and he shrugged at everyone, "It's really funny!"

The people around were also happy. The small station was full of cheerful air inside and outside, only Bai Fengjiu, still standing upright, like a telephone pole or Populus euphratica.

Lu Zhengkang tilted his head, "Don't you really find it funny?"

Bai Fengjiu retracted his gaze.

Zou Jiaqi suddenly rushed out of the crowd, "Oh, all there? Together?" Behind him, several hurt friends were watching in secret.

Zhang Yingxuan: "It looks like he successfully penetrated the enemy."

Wei Changjun: "Yes, you can. Although this action is bold, we can definitely harvest a lot of inside information."

Zhou Ping: "..." Why am I here?Oh, yes, out of school.

The train has been stopping at the platform waiting for the shift. After a little talk, it was just before the departure time for the passengers. The air-tight doors of the train cars popped out, and the doors were opened to the sides and the pedals extended to the moon. On the stage, the students cheered, lined up and rushed into the car, found their favorite seats and placed their butts, put their schoolbags in the container above their heads, and then called friends to make the atmosphere warm.

Lu Zhengkang followed Bai Fengjiu. She was sitting on the edge of the carriage, by the window, looking sideways outside the car, without saying anything.Lu Zhengkang was next to her, but Zou Jiaqi was separated from them by a corridor.

"Comrade squad leader, can I go to your house and do an assignment?"

When this sentence was said, others hadn't felt it yet, but Zou Jiaqi almost jumped up.

[Zou Jiaqi:???How much did we miss?Has this progress been reached?And where exactly is Lu Zhengkang, who actually said he was going to the girl's house?Shouldn't this kind of thing be discussed in advance?Don’t you be afraid of being perverted by her family?

Bai Fengjiu turned his head, his expression was serious, seeing Lu Zhengkang's heart tightened, and she asked sincerely and softly: "You have no home?"

[Zou Jiaqi (smiles): Mom, what kind of a wonderful straight daughter answer, Lu Zhengkang, did you expect your opponent to be so high?

"No, I mean, don't you think Teacher Wei said that we should set up a study group? I think the monitor is a good candidate." Lu Zhengkang explained gently.

[Zou Jiaqi: What kind of shit answer, can you fool the ghost?

"Let's do it." Bai Fengjiu took out a "Selected Poems of Five Dynasties and Ten Kingdoms" from his small shoulder bag, and he warmed up.

[Zou Jiaqi: What?What do you mean by that?Is this all right?He looked at the front row helplessly, and his friends not far away made a "how?" gesture, and he just shook his head.

Zhang Yingxuan: "What do you mean by shaking your head?"

Wei Changjun: "Maybe he can't hear? It's normal to be unable to hear words across the corridor."

Zhou Ping: "..." Internet cafes, I'm here.

The train slowly walked through the wide tree-lined road. It was the month when the peach blossoms were in full bloom. When the wind blew, it turned into a red rain. The deserted petals flew into the car window and fell on the pages of Bai Fengjiu's book. With the poems covered in the setting sun, she twisted the sad tears of the star and chanted softly: "The Tao and Thousand Trees in the Xuandu Temple are all Liu Lang's planting."

Lu Zhengkang looked sideways at the Lianhua girl, her often indifferent cheeks were full of thoughtful shadows.

The sun passed through Bai Fengji’s dense black hair, which was a deep orange. She shook her head chicly, the fragrance of the shampoo evaporated, shaking off the faint sadness in her heart, twisting the petals, and gently throwing it out Outside the window, it looked like a drop of red rain, disappearing in the wind of the train.

Lu Zhengkang asked: "Are you not happy?"

She didn't answer, looking out the window, just smiling, the smiling silhouette was full of tenderness.

Zou Jiaqi stared at them blankly, his eyes were attracted by Bai Fengjiu, his heart and lungs trembled.

[Zou: The monitor is so beautiful.

...

Lu Zhengkang walked with Bai Fengjiu all the way. He always wanted to talk, but the monitor answered less and less.