Chapter 454

Today is October 2, 2083, Saturday, August 21, just after the Mid Autumn Festival.

The outdoor temperature is 21.5 degrees centigrade. It's cloudy and sunny. The wind is three-level and southwest. If you wear a coat without zipper, the breeze can blow up the hem. It's like a superhero Cape. It's suitable for cool boys and girls to go out for a walk.

Lu Zhengkang, a cool boy, takes Su Xiangli, a cool girl, to his grandfather's hometown. As for another classmate, Zhang yingxuan, he is doing his homework with Zhou Ping.

This time is different from the usual children's trip, because there is no robot to follow, so Lu Zhengkang is responsible for the safety problems and other chores - in fact, it's nothing, just carrying a bag, carrying some wipes, snacks and drugs.

Su Xiangli has been a little listless since she went out in the morning. Lu Zhengkang touched her forehead with his forehead and felt feverish. After giving her a tablet of antibiotics, she went to bed all the way on the train and woke up once in the middle, just to eat.

Lu Zhengkang took the rice to Su Xiangli's mouth with a spoon. Her eyes were still closed, but her mouth was not idle.

"Well Bad guy, this is not delicious. " She murmured like a dreamer. She drilled into the back of the chair. She was so comfortable that she would snore in the next second. After eating a mouthful, she opened her mouth gently to signal that she would take another mouthful.

Lu Zhengkang has a sense of joy in taking care of his younger generation, but on the surface he teases Su Xiangli as a pig. After eating, sleeping and eating, she is a pig more than a pig, eating and sleeping.

Su Xiangli began to scold him, muttering, the corner of his mouth, eat a meal, rice dripping down, but also a little bit of Lu Zhengkang wipe.

There was an old lady reading a book in the train. She took off her glasses and looked out of the window. Then she looked at Lu Zhengkang and her husband. They looked like spring was shining.

Lu Zhengkang turned to see her. The old lady also laughed at him and handed him two pieces of milk candy from Kun's bag.

Su Xiangli was eating the salty and fresh muxurougai rice. Suddenly, she burst into a short column of milk candy in her mouth. After the sugar paper melted, the sweet smell of milk came out. She suddenly laughed and opened her arms. "Lu Zhengkang, you hold me."

"No." Lu Zhengkang refused directly and planned to chat with the old lady for a while. The elder's temperament was generous and mellow. At first sight, he was the kind who had rich experience, wide knowledge and could talk.

Su Xiangli snorted and grabbed Lu Zhengkang's sitting hand. "I'm going to sleep."

Lu Zhengkang painfully closed his eyes, arm was used as a pillow is a real experience of execution, that kind of posture who knows. Don't chat with others in this state, he still plays with his mobile phone.

Turn over an e-book to read "Robinson Crusoe", which is the earliest farming text he has ever read. It's really interesting, so that he had the illusion of living alone in the mountains.

Of course, this fantasy has never come true.

When the train arrived at the station, Lu Zhengkang could no longer feel his left arm.

Su Xiangli held the carton and complained that Lu Zhengkang had no gentlemanly demeanor. "I'm a girl, and the machine is so heavy."

Lu Zhengkang moved his arm, "if it wasn't for you, how could the family come to such a state! When my hand is not sour, I will carry the load for you

Su Xiangli was in a good mood, "say well, after a while, your hands are not sour, just hold this by yourself."

In fact, my grandfather was waiting outside the station. The old man was still cool. He stood upright and his eyes were cold as a gun. No one dared to look at him in the eye for fear of being stabbed.

Su Xiang hesitated and didn't want to get close to Lu Xuefeng. The old man gave her a forced smile, took the carton and put it in the trailer of the pickup truck. He went back to the two little kids holding hands, raised his hand slightly, as if to touch them, but Su Xiang shrank away for a while, subconsciously thinking that the fierce looking old man was going to hit her. So Lu Xuefeng took back his hand and hid it behind him.

Lu Zhengkang grinned at his granddad, "granddad, I'm hungry!"

Lu Xuefeng was already familiar with him, so his expression became colder and colder. He just said, "get on the bus.".

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National Day is over.

Lu Zhengkang returned to school and was once again confined in a small classroom.

In fact, for him, there is nothing bad about the classroom. The students are very active and the teacher is very interesting. It's more lively than playing mobile phones alone at home. But it's because he can't play mobile phones in the classroom, which makes people feel particularly painful.

There is not much spare time in a day, that is, when doing morning exercises at 9:30, he can have 20 minutes free. Lu Zhengkang runs to the library at this time every day.

Administrator is an old couple, two people turn to work, the old man is soft, surnamed Wen, the old lady is very sour, surnamed Qian. Of course, Lu Zhengkang likes to talk to the old man, but he always saves good words for the old lady, which makes her happy, so that she can bring some snacks to Lu Zhengkang.

Half a semester later, Lu Zhengkang and the two of them got to know each other well. It was only then that he realized that the old man had been hiding all along.

He has a pile of out of print paper books, including some Nobel Prize winning works of this century, many of which are not accessible to Lu Zhengkang. Even Lu Jiande and his wife may not be qualified to buy them.

Lu Zhengkang can't take it out. He has to come to the library every day.Later, he discussed with the head teacher that he would have more time to come to the library if he could have a self-study class every day and a nap in summer.

In a hurry, Lu Zhengkang spent many happy hours in the library.

In November of 2085, Lu Zhengkang met a book friend in the library. She came to a first-year girl who didn't like to talk and was very polite. Lu Zhengkang's course was different from hers, so she didn't meet her every day.

Lu Zhengkang tried to talk to her several times, but she was silent. On the contrary, grandma Qian, the administrator, heard about her. When chatting with Lu Zhengkang, he said that the freshman also got full marks, just like Lu Zhengkang.

"Oh, great, genius, beautiful girl, cool." Lu Zheng Kang make complaints about the town.

Su Xiangli knew that Lu Zhengkang liked to drill into the library, so she also tried to ask the head teacher for leave, but she was rejected many times.

In this regard, Lu Zhengkang mercilessly ridiculed.

One day, a talented girl came to talk to Lu Zhengkang to ask if he had finished reading a Mo Yan novel he borrowed.

"Can you understand Mo Yan?" Lu Zhengkang was surprised.

The gifted girl shook her head honestly, "teacher Mo Yan's article is very interesting, I will read it again and again."

Her voice is very unpleasant, thin and sharp, and her breath is short. It's like a small needle pricking her eardrum. No wonder she doesn't like to talk. Lu Zhengkang first met her a month ago, during which she met for countless times, and it's really the first time to talk.

After opening the conversation, they became familiar with each other. Meng Qijun, a genius, was a very nice name. She was also very good-looking. She had long black hair, thick ground, white skin, goose egg face, and round dud. Unfortunately, her voice was really ugly. So Lu Zhengkang always said that she was silent and agreed, or nodded or shook her head. At the end of the day, she said no more than five words .