Chapter 591

Ping An nursing home.

Lu Xuefeng is in a gray and white dream. He is under the stage, looking at the flourishing long live Roman violin day band, silently clamoring about the depression of the times. Countless people under the stage are just silent, no one moves, and the people on the stage are silent. From the time he sees this scene, he already knows that he is dreaming.

Dreams, if you can see some things that are hard to remember in the past, are also very good, so that people can enjoy the dream.

Lu Xuefeng is just speechless, looking at the gray dream scene, like the glitz of the shallow pond in summer, the water is disappearing.

Empty, he looked around, a flat green farmland, he seemed to smell the wonderful smell of soil, in the distance can not see clearly at the end of the shuimen Road, facing a light floating bicycle, red paint, the bell shining, lingling'er ring, riding a woman in jeans.

It's his dead wife. His upper body is a thin white shirt. The sun shines through the cracks of the gloomy sky in the south of the Yangtze River. Through the woman's shirt, Lu Xuefeng is a little confused in the dazzling flesh and sea. He only feels that his youth is slowly returning to his empty skin. He is trembling and wants to quietly touch his wife, the girl who belongs to his past

The woman screamed, her face as exaggerated as ever, but what she said was the alarm: "it's June 9, 2093, six o'clock in the morning. It's sunny today. The plan of the day is in the morning. Mr. Lu, it's time to get up. You can choose to do some exercise. Of course, you can also continue to enjoy sleep. We will wake you up again in five minutes. If you want to... "

The sound of the alarm clock was gentle and inflexible, and the volume increased gradually. Lu Xuefeng felt as if a small steel knife was scraping against his eardrum, and a cold came out of his heart. He woke up, opened his eyes, slapped the clock angrily, and stopped the square box alarm clock on the bedside table.

The alarm clock is much harder than his osteoporotic palm. He feels severe pain at the root of his right middle finger, so the conditioned reflex usually pulls his hand back.

Lu Xuefeng leaned on the head of the bed, covered his hands and bowed his head, but saw a little bit of tears on the white soft pillow.

This is The old man stroked his cheek gently.

I shed tears?

Lu Xuefeng forgot the growing pain of his palm. He only felt that his old face was hot.

How can I shed tears?

Because of what? Have you had any dreams?

He recalled, as if he had dreamt of his own girl, who had been dead for many years and had not forgotten her, but why did he see her in his dream? What is this harbinger of

"Well --" the old man felt more and more pain in his fingers, and finally the pain overcame all his thoughts. Now he just wanted to find a doctor to show him, or use a medical machine, and he could get an injection himself.

Old man, can't eat this little pain, Lu Xuefeng still remember when the tattoo, he didn't say a word, just bite off the cigarette in his mouth.

Aging is similar to illness. Physically, long-term and gradual weakness brings greater pressure to the heart, while the gradual rupture of social relations aggravates psychological loneliness and panic.

Lu Xuefeng felt that he was aphasia, and his language ability dropped sharply. In recent days, his memory was also very vague. His back hurt so much that he couldn't straighten up. When he stood up, he felt like a bone was about to be broken, and his heart was stuffy. The feeling of nausea was common He has lasted for so many years, now, a very realistic problem has finally come to the front.

The old man lives in memory, but forgets the past day by day. If one day he remembers many things he has seen but has no impression on, it is God who tells you that the time is coming.

Lu Xuefeng got up from the bed.

After the Zhizhi rebellion, everything changed. All the robots that used to go deep into thousands of families disappeared in the sight of ordinary people. The human masters who were usually served by people suddenly lost their life helpers and all of them straddled.

It's very troublesome to eat and wash dishes, and rush to the hospital in case of minor injury and illness.

Lu Xuefeng went to the medical machine to scan his palm.

The test result is cracked bone. Can you beat an alarm clock to crack bone? The old man was a little confused.

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When someone knocked on the door, Lu Xuefeng frowned, suspecting that the nurse was coming. He would upload the results to the hospital as soon as he used the medical machine, and then the nurse would come, but this time it came so fast.

"Come in."

It was Zheng Qilu, not the nurse, who opened the door. The greasy guy was not greasy today, but very fresh. He was dressed in a black suit, which was beyond Lu Xuefeng's expectation.

"This dog, come to me and knock on the door? Come in The dead old man's mouth was smeared with honey, and he spoke beautiful Chinese. Zheng Qilu's face became black with the speed visible to the naked eye, as if he had brushed a layer of ink.

Lu Xuefeng is happy to see the oil head stinking. He is old and has a small temper. He dare not ignore his acquaintances because he is afraid to leave him alone.

With a small white box in his hand, Zheng Qilu came in, threw his things on the table of the medical machine, put his hands in his pocket, and strolled in the small dormitory.There is a round clock on the east wall. It's six fourteen in the morning. He turned to look around, tut tut a voice of judgment, he wanted to find fault, say something to embarrass the old man.

But seeing this simple room, some of them couldn't speak. Zheng Qilu sat down on the bed and said, "do you still like to sleep in a hard bed?"

"Well," the old man grabbed a pain needle from the medical machine, stuck it on his forearm, and then waited for the instrument to prepare the plaster for him.

"Are you used to living here?"

"Why, if you're not used to it, you can take me away from here?"

"Yes Zheng Qilu pointed to the gift box, "your great grandson is promising. I'll get you a temporary level 5 social letter."

Lu Xuefeng was stunned. He was so surprised that his eyes were dull. "What can he do as a child? It's not for you, is it? Is he in danger? " He stood up angrily, brought the medical machine to the ground, sprinkled the warm healing cream on the ground, and diffused the faint fragrance in the warm and humid air of the nursing home.

Zheng Qilu got up and went around the old man to open the curtain. The sunlight came in from the window. Lu Xuefeng stood up in a hurry. His blood ran after his brain and hit the blood vessels, making a thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump.

"Don't always think about the bad. Your great grandson is meritorious. He is the key protection object."

Lu Xuefeng pursed his mouth, "the truth?"

"The truth."

"Well, I want to go back to the farm."

"All right. Now I'm your life assistant. You can tell me what you want."

"I want my previous information."

"Here you are. Take the medicine first."

Zheng Qilu opened the white box, which was a clear ice green medicine, anti-aging drug type III, suitable for middle-aged and elderly people taking anti-aging drugs for the first time.

"What? Shall we give you poisoned wine? " Lu Xuefeng relaxed and began to joke. He took the medicine and drank it down.

Cold potion to drink, but like warm current, will his dizziness smooth.

"This bottle will give you many more months to live." When the oil head monster said this, he was envious.

Lu Xuefeng was stunned. In this way, can he have more time to prepare for his future affairs?