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Lu Zhengkang found that one of his baby teeth was about to fall out. It is the left incisor. The gums are a bit swollen and painful. It should be that permanent teeth are about to grow out.

There is nothing to say, after all, it is a small trouble that everyone will experience. Lu Zhengkang only hopes that his new teeth will be neater.

Today is the second day of my grandfather’s house. I wake up early and find that all three friends have sent emails. Su Xiangli has arrived at the destination. Zhang Yingxuan has already rested for one night, and Qiu Qiongzhu seems to have encountered some minor problems.

The breakfast Lu Xuefeng prepared for him was rice with soup, and he was satisfied with the leftovers from yesterday. After dinner, the old man said that he had to be busy with work and left Shi Shiran with his hands behind his back.

Teacher Xiaozheng, the oil-headed monster, came to visit again at nine o'clock in the morning, carrying a drawing board and a mountaineering bag, and looked trustworthy.

When he came, he put the things away, went directly to the refrigerator to get a bottle of beer into his stomach, and drank the alcohol. He was the dashing ruffian again, calling Lu Zhengkang to learn painting with him.

Starting from sharpening the pencil, Teacher Xiao Zheng held a pen in his right hand, and a knife in his left hand. He cut it carefully, with a look of remembrance, “When I was learning to paint, all of my classmates were lazy, and I gave them all the pencils , What does that mean?"

Lu Zhengkang: "..." How do I know what to say.

"Hey, it means, my pencil is the best sharpened. Look, it's bright, sharp, and the tip is too smooth."

Lu Zhengkang: "..." I think it's so normal.

Teacher Xiaozheng cut one, and handed the utility knife into Lu Zhengkang's hand, "Come on, give it a try. In your online class now, those pens are all prepared by software for you. In fact, it is better to cut it yourself. Try more and you will see."

Lu Zhengkang: "..." Is it really okay to hand the knife to the child?

The oil head monster went to the refrigerator to fetch wine again, and Lu Zhengkang cursed him to get a beer belly.

Throughout the morning, until Lu Xuefeng came back, Lu Zhengkang sharpened dozens of pencils. When the old man saw that his grandson was playing with a knife, he chopped his hand and grabbed it. "Little kids, don't play with this, it's very dangerous."

"Ms. Zheng told me to sharpen the pencil."

"Let him sharpen your pencils from now on, Ang."

Teacher Xiaozheng raised his hand. Lu Xuefeng ignored him. He is now wearing a pair of rubber shoes. The high uppers are covered with mud spots, and they are printed step by step. The vegetable basket in his hand is clean and refreshing, with fruits and vegetables inside. We are also Shanshan cute, the old man took out a plump peach and put it in Lu Zhengkang's hand, "Go, wash under the tap before eating."

Oil head monster: "I want to eat peaches too."

"You eat the fart." Lu Xuefeng turned his head, "Little kids, don't follow me to swear, Ang."

"Ang!" Lu Zhengkang nodded and walked into the kitchen holding the peaches.

Then he found that the sink was too high for him to reach.

Lu Xuefeng's stinky face babblingly accused Zheng of the oily head, all kinds of dirty water poured on him, what kind of negativity and sabotage, what is sinister, what is delicious and lazy, etc., this is a bunch of white cotton that has to be dyed It became briquettes, and Comrade Xiao Zheng just silently went to the refrigerator and took another piece of beer to blow dry.

Halfway through the drink, the oily monster looked into the kitchen and rushed up from the tail vertebra in one breath, spraying all the wine in his mouth.

Lu Xuefeng disgusted and said, "I don't have the ability now, I can squirt when I drink."

"You, you, you see your great grandson!" The oil-headed monster left the bottle and rushed towards the kitchen. The old man glanced at him. On the high sink, a small beanie was squatting halfway with his heels hanging in the air.

Xiao Zheng hugged Lu Zhengkang, "Scared!"

Lu Zhengkang raised the peach in his hand, "Uncle eats peach."

The freshly washed peaches are very watery, and after the fine fluff on the surface is rubbed clean, there is a beauty of a lady undressing. Comrade Xiao Zheng sniffed, the aroma of the fruit was like an ice cellar in the heat, penetrated into the bones.

The old man stuffed Lu Zhengkang's peaches into Xiao Zheng's hands, and then took the child over. Lu Xuefeng's muscles and bones were tense, causing Xiaolu's back pain.

"Tell the grandfather, why did you go up?"

"Climbed up." Actually jumped up.

Lu Xuefeng raised her eyebrows and put Lu Zhengkang on the ground, "It will be inaccurate in the future."

"Oh." Acknowledge your mistakes and never correct them after repeated teaching.

The old man smiled and patted Lu Zhengkang's small brains. Before he thought of this shot, he shot Lu Zhengkang's front teeth.

"Puff—" Comrade Xiao Zheng sprayed rice for the second time today, and the peach **** rushed into his nose, almost choking him to death, "Old man, you are **** cruel!"

Lu Xuefeng's face was horrified: "God **** I'm cruel, kid, are you okay?"

Lu Zhengkang picked up his deciduous tooth, a small one, hey, why didn't it fail early and late, was it really interrupted by the slap of a dead old man?

"It's okay." Lu Zhengkang covered his mouth, his words leaked a little.

Lu Xuefeng smiled, "Which one was it missing? Upper or lower teeth?"

"front teeth."

"Upper teeth, okay, go, the grandfather will take you to throw the teeth away."

Comrade Xiao Zheng raised his hand.

"Fart, let go."

"It's a superstitious all ages, isn't it just the lower teeth and the roof and the upper teeth and the bottom of the bed!"

"The dog can't spit out ivory, so I close my mouth!"

Lu Zhengkang looked helpless, this grandfather, his old mouth is really fragrant, it is estimated that his low level of social trust is also due to this, and rude behavior will be deducted.

After burying his first old tooth in this life, Lu Zhengkang suddenly had a sense of sight. He would also have such an experience when changing teeth in his previous life. At that time, his father told him that everything is the first time, and after it is passed, it is passed. I won't be back. Just like a bottle of water~www.wuxiaspot.com~ you have to drink it when you open the lid. A can and a pack of paper are two states of whether things happen or not.

Lu Zhengkang thought, if he said he had no memory of his previous life, then today is indeed his first tooth replacement, but since he still remembers his previous experience, it is not the first time.

But can past lives really count as the past? The traces of my existence have disappeared in history, and a person who does not exist in the past appears in the future. How to determine which time and space it belongs to? The moving speed of the solar system in the universe is more than two hundred kilometers per second, so the space position I have lived in is already in the vast desert and deep space...

Does thinking determine human existence, or existence determines human thinking?

He thought about it, and then started to wander.

Lu Xuefeng looked at the dazed great-grandson and wondered to herself: Could this kid be a thinker in the future?

...

Lu Zhengkang discovered Xiao Zheng's big secret.

Half of his right hand is a bionic mechanical structure.

The bionic neural network of the robotic arm is controlled by the chip implanted in the spine, so that the artificial hand can be as flexible as the real hand, but limited to the lack of fineness of the mechanical transmission structure, some operations cannot be done.

Except for the thumb, Xiao Zheng’s right hand is a mechanical prosthesis. It is usually covered with artificial leather. There is no difference in appearance, but this thing needs to be lubricated after a while. Lu Zhengkang saw Xiao Zheng carrying his finger on his back. Unload them one by one, and then adjust them with one hand.

From the cross-section of the prosthesis, many aging metal parts can be seen, and they are still stained with turbid, weird liquid, whether it is oil or secretions rejected by the human body.

Xiao Zheng likes to drink. If he drinks drunkly, he can forget the pain. He only drinks beer because he promised others not to get himself drunk.

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