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"……it is good."

The meeting scene that Lu Xuefeng prepared for his great-grandson was a small boat on an artificial lake in a farming area in winter.

Grandpa wearing simple and old work clothes, he lit a charcoal stove, laid a grilling net, sliced ​​the marinated beef and mutton, placed it on the iron net, and slowly grilled it. A fierce and pleasant smoke.

"You kid, you have to study hard. Whether you become a scientist or not, you can at least have a guaranteed standard of living, especially if you can't make your target suffer. Don't you know? Girls should be rich." Lu Xuefeng also talked about it. , But the tone of the great-grandson is much more reprimanded. This unabashed familiarity makes Su Xiangli quite envious, "I am not a bad idea of ​​consumerism, even if you are poor, you will not survive. Now, you still have to find a way to dress yourself and your partner. People depend on clothing. Decentness does not necessarily require money. You can spend time and mind. Don’t be sloppy all day, and clean up the room. Don’t be with pigs. The same.

"When you were too grandma, the room was always clean, not to mention rubbish, you can't even find the dust. Now there are robots to do it, but I still suggest you do it yourself and clean the house by yourself. .If a house is not cleaned, why sweep the world? How reasonable you listen.

"I left something for you in the bank. The password is your birth year, month, day and initials. If you have time, go and take a look."

Lu Xuefeng put the roasted meat on the plate, then handed it over, "No, eat it."

Chapter 748: End of Volume Four

Su Xiangli stared at Lu Xuefeng’s face. The old man was always cold to death. This iron-and-stone-like posture has now been worn and rusted by time, but his appearance is absolutely not pitiful. He smiled heartily, like a full face. Young people.

The picture freezes here, slowly dimming, and even Lu Xuefeng's face disappears.A sorrow that emerged from an unfamiliar corner of my heart deeply froze Su Xiangli. This emotion came extremely fast, extremely strong, and his clear thinking was still numb, but his heart throbbed, as if there was something in his chest. A muscle cramped, spreading pain, and was scalded by the cold air.

So, does this old man only leave some life insights for future generations?

There are obviously many stories in Lu Xuefeng, and Su Xiangli is still looking forward to hearing him talk about the past when the years are calm.Once some people are gone, together with another inch of the end of the era, everything that happened at the beginning of the century will only be retained in media such as text, pictures, and video, and the emotions contained in it are extinguished with the death of people. At that time, it died out completely.

Just like Lu Zhengkang, he walked silently, his emotions, it seems that only Su Xiangli can empathize with him.

In addition, the private diary left by Lu Zhengkang records the little secrets after he and Su Xiangli exchanged bodies. It was good for the first time, but after the body exchange syndrome subsided, they exchanged views.

This kind of sweet privacy is what she imagined, and her life after marriage was a little surprise in the ordinary.Su Xiangli couldn't help but complain, let you exchange diaries earlier, let you exchange earlier!Why don't you listen?What a great opportunity in Wuyang District.

Now, no one can see.Su Xiangli doesn't know the password. For her, Lu Zhengkang's privacy diary has become a sealed book, which can only be placed on the shelf and viewed from a distance.And the diary she prepared carefully by herself became a letter that could never be sent out, the sender was still there, but the receiver was eternally separated.

The more Su Xiangli was meditating, the more sad she was in her heart. She told herself not to cry, no matter what, not to cry.It's just that some things, if you don't think about it, seem to have not happened, but the wound is still there, and it has not improved because of the scar.

The memory reading room is very quiet, as quiet as the atrium, pure white and empty, so suitable for hiding in it and crying secretly.Su Xiangli clasped her chest with her hands. She really felt cold on her body, and the soul inside her body seemed to split into two parts. One was wailing while the other just patted her back gently, bringing only chills.

Every day in the past is like a glimpse of light, snowy mud claws, turning into clear waves on the spring pond ripples, flashing back in my mind in a flash; Lu Zhengkang’s smiling face, strong body, and his brows are full of confidence and responsibility. Delicate and sensitive thinking, he unites with his classmates, talks and laughs with the teacher, and his body is like a light; he prepares a small gift for Su Xiangli, the small engraved mark on the gift is like alive, the deer and the bitten A bite of "i pear", 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’s just such a person, Su Xiangli’s Lu Zhengkang, whom Su Xiangli liked since childhood, has never been separated. He hears letters every day, and his ears and ears are grinning Lu Zhengkang. He seems to be a quiet and usual tall building in the city. Realizing that this chaotic and changing world still has stable markers, and now, Su Xiangli will never see him again.The tall building in my heart collapsed silently like this, and even the ruins had been cleaned up, and only a little foundation remained stuck in the ground like roots, speechless for a long time.

Perhaps she has never recovered from the news of Lu Zhengkang's death, so that she has never felt unforgettable, as if she was tearing a scab, a little bit painful, constantly strengthening, pulling apart a little, and hesitating. I didn't dare to tear it open, for fear that the blood flow could not stop flowing out.

Su Xiangli rubbed his cheeks vigorously, turned around to go out, and returned the VR eyes.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 arrival of this manager was extremely warm.

"What else can you do?"

"We have a very powerful premium package service here. This lady, we can build a simulated personality program, so that your memory can be like a real person. It is okay to communicate, talk, and talk about new things. , You think about it, how meaningful. The ancients said that this saint has three immortals, standing up and standing up and standing up, you see, as long as we build a personality model in our diary reading plate, hundreds of years later, your offspring can still talk to you Yes, how powerful it is, it is equivalent to extending life!"

Su Xiang was unhappy, but declined, and the manager stuffed her with a leaflet.

After leaving the Ciyi reading disk, it was almost evening. Su Xiangli did not dare to stare at the sky in the south of the Yangtze River. He only saw the golden sunset at the end of the street in the rift of the clouds on the west, and the gray glass building on the city skyline reflected fish scales. The same neatly arranged orange lights, the sky there are thin and light clouds, and the colors are distinct, like a huge painted pottery with blurred edges.

Wouldn't it be great if someone could accompany you on the streets in such a late-photographed city?

It's just that now she didn't dare to look up, and she was also afraid of the sunlight.How gentle the clouds are at this time, can give the world a quiet but not dark corner, so that the ghosts living in the cracks of the world can quietly wander away with confidence.

When Su Xiangli arrived at the People's Bank of China, there was still a long diagonal light in front of the gate, and the light had already started to light up.

What Lu Xuefeng prepared for Su Xiangli was really his life’s savings. He saved 41,680 and more than three cents. In addition, he also bought dozens of household items, collections, notes and files. Pieces, it’s not worth anything, and then there are the electronic properties he kept, including some music copyrights, purchased games, books, social accounts, etc. These things are like flesh and blood, filling the empty, grandfather image. Although his body has been incinerated, his ashes have never been preserved, or are scattered into the sea, or thrown into space, or made into materials is unknown, but his thoughts and memories are made possible by these silent old objects. A few ambiguous silhouettes have been preserved.

In the end, Su Xiangli only took a recipe handwritten by the grandfather himself, and here are all kinds of desserts that he often prepares for the two little ones.Just looking at them, it seems that there are a thousand flavors permeating the tip of the tongue.And that night, I shared the red bean vanilla milkshake and matcha milk recipe with Lu Zhengkang in the attic. The moonlight seemed to be a miracle. In the whirling dance, every time I turned around, I could see the smile on his mouth. A little milkshake stain on the nose...

I can't think about it anymore, I will cry again when I think about it.

Chapter 749: The End of Volume Five

What Lu Xuefeng left for his great-grandson is very simple.

It's just a thick book, almost five inches thick, a handbook of memories.

On the quaint and strong cover of kraft paper, there is a little childhood written in Song typeface.I also painted many small animals and messy vegetation in black ink. There is a watercolor pond, which is pink and blue. There is a fat doll wearing a hat squatting by the pool, carrying a small satchel, and poking with a branch. Toad.

The brush strokes are vivid, and Su Xiangli did not expect the master's painter to be so good.

She left the bank with the account in hand. At this time, the sky was completely dark, and the city lights thickly formed cold geometric spots in the outline of the starry sky.

Back at home, locked the door, opened the curtains to let the outside light in. The darkness in the house was just right.Su Xiangli took the account and sat down at the desk, and turned on the lamp. After doing this, she turned to the first page with the subtle joy of watching time.

In the preface, the eight honors and eight shames are printed on A4 paper with old and yellowed edges. Turning over, the second page is a score for the popular "Let's Dang a Scull".

Su Xiangli looked at these things very strange, but she was fascinated by the sense of time, which was left by an old man to his children, his own childhood.

From the third page, there are a lot of small bits and pieces, one by one hand-made notes and models are pasted on thick and tough kraft paper.On the third page, the first is the oath of the Young Pioneers, with a small red scarf on the header, and a two-inch blue shoulder bag with Mickey Mouse pattern on it. The bag contains three miniature copies. Textbooks, Chinese, Mathematics, English; the small paper pocket in the middle is stuffed with a calendar for May in the millennium; there is a primary school curriculum in the footer, the first class at 8 am, and school ends at 4 pm, which is unimaginable in contemporary times of.

On the fourth page are some simple games, paper airplanes, "Southeast and Northwest", paper ingots, paper cranes, and game king decks.

On the fifth page are small snacks, spicy strips, beef with mushrooms, drag fat, and a small cart selling fried foods.

The sixth page is the street at breakfast. On the table are fried dough sticks, tofu noodles, glutinous rice balls, and tricycles passing by on the road. A woman in a yellow sweater is splashing dirty water from washing clothes on the street. A man squatted and brushed his teeth with an enamel cup.

Turning the page later, it is a special show of Doraemon, Nobita, Fat Tiger and Xiaofu, Shizuka smiles sweetly in the corner, time machine, bamboo dragonfly, after any door is opened, there is a telephone booth, and the most important thing is the memory bread, grandpa It also specifically stated: I wanted it most when I was a child.

After this part, it is an excerpt from some texts, and a few more pages are filled in, "******", "Young Runtu", and "Snow Leopard Elegy", "Heidi", "How Steel Is Made? The covers of these books: "The" and "Childhood."Su Xiangli can almost see the grandfather's love for these words.

She was unconsciously fascinated, and continued to look backwards, but saw a little girl in a floral dress, just a beautiful back, painted brushstrokes revealing tenderness, the girl’s shadow is slanting and long, and there is a boy in the corner. Was gently stroking the shadow.

Su Xiangli smiled, is this the girl that Taiye had a crush on in primary school?

After this page, there are some TV shows, "Little Soldier", "Four Wheels Brothers", "Digimon", "Pokemon", some toys made by Tao Ni, and a picture of "No Signal" .Su Xiangli couldn't help teasing: Grandpa really likes to play.

More than that, there are memories of happy childhood, as well as martial arts novels and comic books, many of which are excerpts. Su Xiangli can't recognize where it came from, but the illustrations are cool. The men and women in ancient costumes hold swords and swords. They are extraordinary heroes. .Lu Xuefeng's comment: When he was young, he yearned for the heroic generation, and it was difficult for him to touch one or two in his life, even the characters in his dreams.

After that, there was a page of news about Beijing’s successful bid for the Olympics, and the Shenzhou 5 spacecraft. They were all printed out and distressed, but they were of good quality and had the texture of a real newspaper.At that time, Lu Xuefeng must be very proud.

Su Xiangli admires the older generation, the spirit in them is hard to find now.

There are video games behind the news. This time, a hundred flowers bloom, Contra, Mario, The King of Fighters, Three Kingdoms, Dinosaurs, and Double Dragon. There are so many varieties, obviously very simple, but Su Xiangli can feel the simplicity. Happiness.

Looking at these things, there was a great upset in her heart. Some phantom-like memory fragments flashed back, which seemed to be another person's memory, and the other, who had been hidden in this shell, belonged to his memory. .

Su Xiangli also felt it, and she discovered that there was another soul in her body.

"Lu Zhengkang, is Lu Zhengkang you?" She covered her mouth and couldn't believe it. The thoughts in her heart were surging like a tsunami, and distracting thoughts were generating, but this distracting thought was another person's thought: "I miss you so much.", "Interesting, I also played this one." "Wow, grandpa and my childhood memories overlap so much!"

Su Xiang's inspiration burst out from the eccentricity: Lu Zhengkang is still alive, no, he lives in his own body. After all, he exchanged bodies with me. Our souls are partly connected!

She thinks of the project introduced by the manager of Ciyi Reading Disk Company: to create a memory that looks like a real person.