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　　 Today is April 7, 2090, the eighth day of March, Friday, just three days after Qingming Festival.

Now this kind of ancestor commemoration activities are getting more and more processes. Cloud worshiping ancestors is nothing new. There is even a very weird "Eastern Mailbox" service, because everyone's mailbox is separate, even if you log out. It will appear for the second time, so those who are alive can send emails to their dead relatives and friends, and as long as the "E-mail address" function is turned on, the email will be prompted as read.

　　 It's scary just thinking about it, OK?

　　 Now the number of cemeteries is extremely scarce. The bones of the deceased are either spilled into the sea and eaten by fish and shrimps, or they are filled with a container and thrown into space, wandering alone for dozens of hundreds of years, and finally melted away a little bit when approaching the sun.

　　 So this year, everyone basically worships the ancestor tablet and there is no grave to sweep.

Lu Zhengkang’s house has a small room with an electronic display screen. After power on, there are ancestor’s names, photos, and other information. The slide shows, one by one, and the electronic screen will also play music. Have.

　　 There is no sentimental atmosphere. Every time Lu Zhengkang knelt on the futon in front of this electronic tablet, he just wanted to laugh.

　　Life is too disillusioned, more disillusioned than the slide on the electronic psychic card.

　　 leaving school early on Friday is the happiest thing for the children in the first year of the junior high school, because being able to go home and rest for a day and a half, and then go to class on Sunday afternoon, is a very comfortable time.

　　 Lu Zhengkang stopped the monitor at Chunhua Station.

　　 "Hello, squad leader, by coincidence, you also took the train to the school gate?" Lu Zhengkang smiled harmlessly, like a Shar Pei coming out to bask in the sun.

Bai Fengjiu stood upright, like a telegraph pole that is beckoning piss. When he turned his head, his eyes stared like a surveillance head, and his speech was not hurried, "Where is Su Xiangli? You are not Jiao Buli Meng, Isn't Meng defocused?"

　　 Lu Zhengkang coughed and raised his schoolbag, "She stayed at school this week, by the way, comrade squad leader, look, the next homework..."

　　 "Don't think I will lend you a copy."

　　 "No, no, no, I didn't mean that, who do you think of me, oops—wow! What kind of look do you make?"

　　 "Look at the liar's eyes." Bai Fengjiu is indifferent.

　　 "Hahaha, you are really joking." Lu Zhengkang laughed for a while, but the monitor still didn't respond.

　　 "Is this a joke? Just tell the truth."

　　Lu Zhengkang was amused by these words again, "You are too powerful, I am the most unbearable grimace, quack..."

　　 Bai Fengjiu stopped talking, and everyone around was watching them. Lu Zhengkang laughed for a while, his voice lightened unconsciously, and he shrugged at everyone, "It's really funny!"

　　 The people around are also happy, the small station is full of cheerful air inside and outside, only Bai Fengjiu, still standing upright, like a telephone pole, or Populus euphratica.

　　 Lu Zhengkang tilted his head, "Do you really think it is funny?"

　　 Bai Fengjiu retracted his gaze.

　　 Zou Jiaqi suddenly rushed out of the crowd, "Oh, are they all here? Together?" Behind him, several bad friends were watching in secret.

　　 Zhang Yingxuan: "It seems to have successfully penetrated the enemy."

　　Wei Changjun: "Yes, you can. Although this action is bold, we can definitely harvest a lot of inside information."

　　 Zhou Ping: "..." Why am I here? Oh, yes, out of school.

The train has been stopping at the platform waiting for the shift. After a little talk, it was just before the departure time of the passengers. The airtight doors of the train cars popped out, and the doors were opened to the sides and the pedals extended to the moon. On the stage, the classmates cheered, lined up and rushed into the car, found their favorite seats and placed their buttocks, put their schoolbags in the container above their heads, and then called friends to make the atmosphere warm.

　　Lu Zhengkang followed Bai Fengjiu. She sat on the edge of the carriage, by the window, looking sideways outside the car, without saying anything. Lu Zhengkang was next to her, but Zou Jiaqi was separated from them by a corridor.

　　 "Comrade squad leader, can I go to your house and do an assignment?"

When 　　 said this, others didn't feel it, but Zou Jiaqi almost jumped up.

　　 [Zou Jiaqi:? ? ? How much did we miss? Has this progress been reached? And where exactly is Lu Zhengkang, who actually said he was going to the girl's house? Shouldn't this kind of thing be discussed in advance? Don’t you be afraid of being perverted by her family? 】

　　 Bai Fengjiu turned his head, his expression was serious, seeing Lu Zhengkang's heart tightened, and she asked sincerely and softly: "You don't have a home?"

　　【Zou Jiaqi (smiles): Mom, what kind of a wonderful straight daughter answer, Lu Zhengkang, did you expect your opponent to be so high-level? 】

　　 "No, I mean, don't you think Teacher Wei said that we want us to set up a study group? I think the monitor is a good candidate." Lu Zhengkang explained gently.

　　 [Zou Jiaqi: What kind of **** answer, can you fool a ghost? 】

　　 "Let's do it." Bai Fengjiu took out a book of "Selected Poems in Five Dynasties and Ten Kingdoms" from his small shoulder bag, and his words became warm.

　　 [Zou Jiaqi: What? What do you call it? Is this all right? He looked at the front row helplessly, and his friends not far away made a "how?" gesture, and he just shook his head.

　　 Zhang Yingxuan: "What do you mean by shaking your head?"

　　Wei Changjun: "Maybe he can't hear? It's normal that you can't hear words across the corridor."

　　 Zhou Ping: "..." Internet cafe, I'm here.

The train slowly walked through the wide tree-lined road. It was the month when the peach blossoms were in full bloom. The small wind blew and turned into a red rain. The deserted petals flew into the car window and landed on the pages of Bai Fengjiu's book. In the poems covered by the sunset, she twisted the sad tears of the star, and chanted softly: "Peach and Thousand Trees in Xuanduguan~www.wuxiaspot.com~ It is all Liu Lang who went to plant."

　　 Lu Zhengkang looked sideways at Lianhua's girl. Her often indifferent cheeks were full of thoughtful waves.

The sun passed through Bai Fengji’s dense black hair, which was a deep orange. She shook her head chicly, the fragrance of the shampoo evaporated, shaking off the faint sadness in her heart, twisting the petals, and gently throwing it out Outside the window, it still looks like a drop of red rain, disappearing in the wind of the train.

　　 Lu Zhengkang asked: "Aren't you happy?"

　　 She didn't answer, looked out the window, just smiled, the smiling silhouette is full of tenderness.

　　 Zou Jiaqi stared at them blankly, his eyes were attracted by Bai Fengzhuo, and his heart and lungs trembled.

　　 [Zou: The monitor is really beautiful. 】

　　……

　　Lu Zhengkang was walking with Bai Fengjiu all the way. He always wanted to talk to each other, but the monitor answered less and less.

　　 On the way, Zou Jiaqi came out from nowhere and asked, "Can I do homework with you?"

　　 Lu Zhengkang shrugged and looked at the squad leader, while Bai Fengjiu thought seriously, "Yes."

　　 "It's really that simple!" Zou Jiaqi was surprised.

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