Chapter 432

Lu Zhengkang really didn't know he had a great grandfather.

He never appeared at any projection party, never mentioned it, never left a half image. His sudden appearance on Lu Zhengkang's genealogy was like an accident, like one or two steel bars turned out from under the sofa during the general cleaning, which let people know that they really existed in the world. Besides, there was nothing to be surprised It's amazing.

Today is the first day of winter vacation, but mother sun Hui obviously didn't mean to pity her son. She packed up quickly and got on the capsule train before eleven o'clock.

Lunch was eaten in the train. Lu Zhengkang didn't know that Jiangsu and Zhejiang were so big. Even the bullet like capsule train took nearly four hours to arrive. At this time, the mother and son were still far away from his grandfather's residence. They arrived at the railway station at 3 p.m., and then they had dinner on the train. When they got off, it was 7:30, and it was dark.

Looking south from the exit of the station, there is a yellow full moon behind the sparse and miserable clouds. There are many stars over the vast plain without urban light pollution. The snow covered world is covered with the floating color of broken silver, and it is covered by the gloomy and bitter night. It is so oppressive that it seems to drown people, but it is extremely peaceful, hiding countless subtle stories.

It's the countryside.

Lu Zhengkang hasn't seen farmland for a long time. Modern mechanical farms still can't efface the vitality of nature. In hundreds of hectares of paddy fields, there are only a few fruit and vegetable greenhouses whose lights are far away. They seem to be integrated by the stars on the horizon, occupying most of the South and East. Looking at these two sides, it's the city Dead island. While Lu Zhengkang stands on the boundary line between urban and rural areas, one side is the crystallization of civilization, the other is the desert of stagnant time.

It is said that the rural areas are vast and sparsely populated. There are only three people in 200 square kilometers on average.

They are the last watchmen of nature.

Today is January 15, 2082, December 17, Thursday. Lu Zhengkang set foot on this field rooted in human blood.

My wife and I stayed in the hotel near the railway station for one night. The price was not cheap. After all, it was half a scenic spot.

The next morning, after a refreshing and hot breakfast, sun Hui went to rent a pickup truck and bought some just right gifts to drive her son to the master's house.

The scene at night is very different from that in the daytime. In the dark, we only feel that the countryside is a flat desert, and the ups and downs without buildings are particularly uncomfortable for the city people. But when we look at it at daybreak, we can see the boundless land. The autumn harvest has passed, and the land is hibernating. There is a milky mist on the gray and black land, and some fuzzy clouds in the distance can be seen Bungalow. That's a greenhouse.

As the pickup truck runs along the national highway, Lu Zhengkang rolls down the window and stands on the seat, leaning out with the windowsill, feeling the cold air blowing on his cheek and seeping in from his collar. He has a unique experience.

"Close the window. It's freezing to death. I'll catch a cold."

Lu Zhengkang wanted to shout, "I'm not afraid." But his mother's death gaze had turned into a steel knife behind him, poking him numb in the back. "Close it now."

In fact, winter is quite boring. The snow half melted a month ago is like a thin layer of frost on the ground. It can't cover the iron black soil. The withered and yellow straw that hasn't been cleaned is still standing. The earth is as ugly as a naughty spotted dog. However, from afar, we can see the freight train winding like a long dragon on pingye, which adds a bit of fun to this winter.

Lu Zhengkang found that habit is really a terrible thing. When machinery and industry enter into everyone's aesthetic habits, everyone will regard all moving things as some kind of creatures, including vehicles, intelligent machines, automatic toys, UAVs, and even projection screens. Everyone is used to being surrounded by active man-made objects. When they really see natural creatures, they don't adapt. They just think it's some kind of strange looking monster. Pets are not included here. But for those who don't have pets, even cats and dogs are dangerous unknown creatures.

It's not sad, it's not evolutionary, it's a natural phenomenon.

Lu Zhengkang was a little tired of seeing the scenery, so he shrunk to his seat and rowed his cell phone.

My friends sent me an email. They are ready to travel.

7: "Su Xiangli: go to Disneyland in the United States."

7: 44 reply "Lu Zhengkang: good for you."

7: "Zhang yingxuan: this time it's Norway, I'll take photos for you at that time."

7:55 reply "Lu Zhengkang: Oh →_ "

8:14" Qiu Qiongzhu: Sydney, Australia. "

8: 14 reply "Lu Zhengkang: mm-hmm [perfunctory. JPG]

Oh, my old mother, look at the holiday arrangement of these kids, it's just like the standard of a textbook. What book is it? Ah, it's "one hundred places in the world you have to go". It's really amazing Shit!

Although I don't envy you for traveling abroad, I feel sorry for my comfortable and soft bed. In the days without me, it will miss me, right?I should be in bed, not in the ground.

Why can't I stay at home and watch TV in winter? Is this a sad life? Society is really a big dye vat, which dyed my colorful childhood black.

Muttering and muttering, Lu Zhengkang fell asleep.

When he wakes up again, the pickup stops. Her mother, sun Hui, is outside the car. She is wearing a thin red down jacket, just like a maple leaf. Now she is swaying slightly. Lu Zhengkang can see an old man through the window.

A very strong, although short, but upright old man.

On the yellow and wrinkled skin covered with age spots, there are drooping facial features embedded. What is particularly remarkable is that he has an appendage on his left ear, with frostbite and pus. The old man's mouth is downward, and his intuition gives people the impression of being mean and stubborn, but his eyes are shining, harder and colder than the skater under the eaves, which makes people dare not speak ill of him, maybe only curse behind his back

The old man turned his head and looked at the baby in the car.

On such a day, today is January 16, 2082, in a forest, beside the road, Lu Zhengkang met his grandfather.

A legendary Post-Zero.

Lu Zhengkang was still thinking that he was a post-90s man who was older than his father. But when he saw him, he was speechless and stunned.

Lu Xuefeng, 82, is colder than snow and sharper than a knife. It's like a reef abandoned by the times. It's said that it has no edges, but it can crush people.

Sun Hui opened the car door carefully, not to be gentle with Lu Zhengkang, but to be cautious in front of her elders.

"Kangkang, this is your great grandfather. Let's shout."

Lu Zhengkang: do you dare to say yes to me!

"Great grandfather."

The old man didn't speak. The yellow pus from his left ear was running down his neck. Lu Zhengkang came out of the car and stood beside sun Hui. He took his mother's hand and looked up at Lu Xuefeng, who was 1.7 meters tall and had a momentum of 3.1 Li.

Lu Zhengkang can feel that her mother's hands are cold. In winter, her hands are cold. But now her palms are sweating, like frog mucus, which is very uncomfortable.

Lu Xuefeng grinned and nodded to sun Hui

"Well, grandfather, sit down and I'll cook."

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