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Lu Zhengkang picked up the MP3 and tried to turn it on. It was actually successful. This thing is an old product half a century ago, and it can still be used, which is incredible.

"This thing was made by your grandfather himself."

"??" MP3 can also fight?

"But he's not good at craftsmanship, it's broken."

Sure enough, MP3 stuck on the boot interface.

Xiao Zheng took the machine over and played for a while, "the earphones are real earphones, shouldn't they work? Let's listen to it wirelessly."

Lu Zhengkang picked up the thick headset, turned it on... It was successful, but there was electricity, then took out his mobile phone to turn on the Bluetooth, and the connection... completed.

Lu Zhengkang took a look at his music software. It contained pure music and nursery rhymes, and music that was not suitable for teenagers, such as songs that were too stimulating to the ear canal and brain.

He found it boring, but in order to test the headset, he chose a minimalist pure tone playback.

The moment he put on the headphones, the strong sense of wrapping made him feel like an astronaut. He couldn't say whether this feeling was comfortable, but he really had the illusion of leaving the place.

Even if the sound effects simulated by the brain are discarded, the sound quality of the headset itself is also very good, allowing people to immerse themselves in the tune.

Lu Zhengkang commented on music. He rarely felt that way. He usually needs mood to listen to music. Now when he is feeling down, he is still driven by music.

He was standing in the dim attic, with light shining in from the square panes behind him. As soon as Lu Zhengkang lowered his head, he could see his shadow, and the dust pillars around the shadow, like a floating wandering in the shadow. Next to the mixed cave, Lu Zhengkang felt like he was walking between light and shadow...

Zheng Qilu looked at the little boy's immersive expression, couldn't help but smile, and then snatched the headset over without hesitation.

"Give me back!" Lu Zhengkang was furious, I just feel it!

The oil-headed monster put it on by himself, heard the music, and pried at the corner of his mouth.

There are not many people who can enjoy quiet music, let alone a five-year-old baby. Zheng Qilu admired Lu Zhengkang in his heart, and felt that he would do something in the future. As long as he could study hard, he would not repeat the mistake of hurting Zhongyong.

Lu Zhengkang was so angry that he wanted to give the oil-headed monster a deadly kick, but after all he suppressed his anger, and changed the music to the classic nursery rhyme "Schnappi (Little Crocodile.

The oil head turned black when he heard it, and took off his headphones, "Who told you about this song?"

"No one, German songs, are they good?" Lu Zhengkang looked naive.

"It sounds good..." Fart, the lyrics are very vicious, okay?

In the end, this pair of headphones was in Lu Zhengkang's hands. Zheng Qilu rubbed his face, and suddenly remembered something, "Do you know what songs your grandfather likes to listen to?"

"I don't know, you say chant."

"I don't know." The oil head monster said inquisitively. "He hasn't listened to it for a long time. He used to have a CD. Later, I didn't let him have it. I only met him later."

"Then how do you know he has a favorite song?"

"Hey!" Zheng Qilu swayed in the attic with his hands in his pockets. Lu Zhengkang could see the icy green glints that came out of the four fake fingers of his right hand. "At that time, he had a good memory and he could still hum. Forget about it."

"Will you hum?"

The oil-headed monster lowered his head and brewed for a while, "Wait...Well, it's like this: la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la pal..."

Lu Zhengkang felt familiar for a moment, but Zheng Qilu remembered too few tunes, "Say it, talk about it."

"Words, I almost forgot, what kind of wife should be in Australia, drinking beer, building..."

After another moment of familiarity, Lu Zhengkang asked urgently: "Anything else?"

"Gone."

"Idiot!" Lu Zhengkang disgusted.

"How do you talk to the teacher? Little Pi... Hush! Your grandfather seems to be coming, let's go down."

The flap on the floor of the attic moved. Zheng Qilu kicked the MP3 box back into the utility room. Lu Zhengkang had no time to return the earphones, so he suddenly unloaded his clothes, grabbed the earphones in his left hand and covered his coat with his right hand. On the left hand, it looks perfect at first glance.

Grandpa raised his head against the flap, revealing a pair of cold eyes, gleaming in the dark, like some kind of cold-blooded nocturnal animal, scarier than the compost mouse in Lu Zhengkang's bedroom.

"What are you looking for?"

Zheng Qilu smiled awkwardly, "It's nothing, we just have to leave."

Lu Xuefeng suddenly opened the flap, and walked up the ladder step by step, gazing around, as if two dark shadows were shooting out of his eyes, still so cold, he aimed his gaze at Lu Zhengkang's left hand. , I knew it all at once, stretched out his hand, Lu Zhengkang slowly handed over the earphones in his hand, anxiously thinking about countermeasures, trying to excuse, but in the end he could not say anything, he was lost in the eyes of grandpa The strength of sophistry.

Lu Xuefeng took the earphones and rubbed them lightly. The sound of his rough fingers rubbing against the plastic parts on the earphone surface was clearly audible and hissing. He opened the door of the small utility room and saw He opened the box and leaned slantingly against the wall. He didn't say anything, just put the earphones in, the box was closed, and everything returned to its original position.

Is he angry?

Lu Zhengkang became a bit outspoken~www.wuxiaspot.com~Grandpa, are you angry? "

Lu Xuefeng shook his head with his back turned to him. When he bent down, the shrunken white undershirt couldn't cover his back, so Lu Zhengkang saw a copper-colored chin from the bottom of his clothes. That was his tattoo. It looks like a human head? However, there are steam pipes all over it, and there are some small human beings. The whole is very artistic, but I don't know what the whole picture looks like.

He is now more and more curious about this tattoo, should he go to peep on grandpa's bath?

Lu Zhengkang was amused by his own thoughts, "Pumping." The sound came very untimely. The two adults were stunned. Lu Xuefeng turned around and said, "Let's go downstairs and learn to paint."

Lu Zhengkang lowered his head, "I'm sorry."

"It's okay."

The grandfather hesitated before going downstairs. For his age, climbing a ladder is a very challenging task. Zheng Qilu was indifferent to this. Lu Zhengkang wanted to help but was rejected by the old man. , He was climbing down the ladder step by step, his trembling appearance was rarely seen by Lu Zhengkang.

The three of them all went downstairs, and the old man suddenly asked, "A few days will be New Year's Eve?" He was very clear, but he seemed to start a conversation with this.

"January 26, the 28th of the twelfth lunar month." The oil monster glanced at his cell phone.

Lu Xuefeng carried his hands on his back, "Twenty-eight, twenty-nine, New Year's Eve." He muttered, and suddenly said loudly: "Tomorrow you come to cook for him, I want to go out."

Zheng Qilu resisted, "What are you going to do?"

"I have something to do, you stay and live in the attic."

"No, I will come early tomorrow."

"Drive? Don't you not drive?"

"The early train is too late."

"That's OK."

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