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No matter how fancy a song is, there is an end, just like the best canned food has a shelf life, no joy will never end.

In Wanqing's rock and roll, all the behaviors of people are just collective delirium. It's like a dream, it's always time to wake up.

At the end of the song, the thanks that deserved to be acknowledged, the retention that deserved to stay, strangely, the group of people who shined on the stage did not have any nostalgia, but the people who set off the stage were reluctant to give up.

"One more song!"

"Su Huai Fei Xing!"

Lu Xuefeng took off the electric guitar cable and turned off the stage. The children of the band followed him. The grandfather’s back was upright, his broad shoulder blades managed to support his leather jacket, and the old trees still had dense branches, which made the heartbeat of young people excited. All calmed down, there was nothing to worry about with such a stubborn old man walking in front.

Backstage, there was no time for Lu Zhengkang and the others to embrace and cheer. The organizer came to a man in a suit and leather shoes. He blocked Lu Xuefeng’s path, "Sorry, sir, we just learned that you are a first-level social credibility officer. You are not qualified to participate, and you band," the man tilted his head, showing an almost vivid and inquisitive look, which somewhat diminished the coldness of his business affairs, "Is it Su Huai Fei Xing, right? Singing really well? , I also like you very much, but unfortunately, you have lost the qualification to participate in the performance and cannot proceed to the next stage of judging. The prize is not for you. I am sorry, but this is a rule."

Lu Zhengkang and his friends looked at each other, and everyone shrugged.

"It's okay. I didn't come for prizes originally. Today our band will disband."

The man in the suit was taken aback, "That's OK, don't bother you, your instruments will be returned safely, please don't worry." He turned and left.

Su Xiangli frowned, "I hate this person. Yin and Yang are weird."

Lou Xunzhu rubbed his trembling legs, "That's it, it's said that now people are more and more like machines, and machines are more and more like people."

Mu Huai hugged her arms and cut, "What kind of garlic is it?"

Lu Zhengkang stepped forward and hugged Grandpa, "Grandpa, you are too strong!"

Lu Xuefeng laughed, "It's nothing, you don't know that when I was in the audience, five to six thousand people watched at the same time. The people in line can fill up several blocks. Alas, you can't see it. , I can’t see it, I still remember clearly, the grandfather will go to the nursing home in the future, you can come and see me."

Both Lu Zhengkang and Su Xiangli were shocked and lost their voices, "Nursing home?"

"Yeah, I'm ninety, it's time to rest."

Lu Zhengkang wanted to talk, but tears fell. Lu Xuefeng quickly wiped his face. The grandfather's hands were rough and dry, like absorbent paper. He wiped the cheeks of classmate Xiaolu clean. Lu Zhengkang smelled the grandfather's hands. There is some fishy smell of metal oxidation, the smell left by the guitar strings, very familiar, and now it still remains on his cheeks, a bit spicy.

"Master, you didn't accept the old before."

"There is no one who refuses to accept the old."

"But you haven't passed the second-level exam, why didn't you take the second-level exam, your old friends, are you still alive?"

"There is one more, waiting for me to go." Lu Xuefeng's face was relieved with his wish. "Good boy, and Xiangli, you are also a good girl. You have to study hard in the future, don't Let the grandfather worry in the nursing home."

Su Xiangli hesitated and walked over, gently hugging the old man, "Grandpa, are you happy today?"

"It's been a long time since I was so comfortable, thank you. Thank you everyone." Lu Xuefeng's expression is gentle. It turns out that he also has such an expression. There is no dissonance at all, but it is very kind. An old man should have the world. Compromise hit his spine abruptly, his back slowly came down, not obvious, not very obvious.

The mystery of Lu Xuefeng has disappeared. From today on, he is no longer a singer watching the fields, he is just the elderly Longzhong who is increasingly demented in the nursing home.

Lu Zhengkang and Su Xiangli didn't know if they saved Grandpa or killed him.

Grandpa left. That summer, the band hurriedly formed and then disbanded.

There have been joys and stories, but in the end, all that is left is the fragmented color film. A story of youth, hastily passed by.

...

back to school.

At the end of the school examination, the second year of junior high school has to choose the minor subject. Lu Zhengkang chooses history, physics, engineering, and balance of arts and sciences. The main reason is to exclude those subjects that are not of interest, leaving these three subjects.

On weekdays, everyone’s subjects such as Chinese and mathematics are still in class, but the minor subjects have to go to class. When the get out of class is over, everyone screams, and all ran out of the classroom and wandered around in the huge campus, like a group of moving ants. It is also a spectacle.

After the curtain call of the music festival, monitor Bai Fengjiu's face became more and more indifferent. It turned out that her mother had watched the recording of the music festival and recognized that it was Bai Fengjiu who came to the stage to play drums at noon on July 4, so she went home and scolded her and sold the drums.

As a result, she felt a little low pressure during the first week of school. Lu Zhengkang noticed that there was no response from others. When he talked about it in the bedroom night meeting, Zou Jiaqi immediately became nervous.

"Why didn't you say it earlier!"

"Oh ↗↘↗!" Everyone made a "I understand" voice.

"What are you guys, **** crowing! I care if our monitor is wrong?" Zou Jiaqi argued.

Zhang Yingxuan raised his eyebrows and pushed Lu Zhengkang, "Come on, Comrade Qingsheng, analyze the love psychology of this suspect."

Before Lu Zhengkang began to tease, Xiaohua showed his feet in a panic, "Hey hey hey, don't talk about slandering people's innocence, nothing happened to me and the monitor, what is love psychology?"

"Oh—" Everyone sighed earnestly, "So you like the monitor!"

Zou Jiaqi was mad, "Didn't you already know it!"

"Cattle."

"Ding quack ah."

Everyone joked for a while, even if the topic was exposed, no one spoke another conversation for a while, and the bedroom fell silent~www.wuxiaspot.com~Lu Zhengkang suddenly asked Zhang Yingxuan, "If nothing else, what's going on with Zhou Ping now? "

"The head teacher knows that he has a nervous breakdown, and now he is very tolerant of him, that is, I will talk to him every two days."

"That's good."

...

Zhou Ping carried the flame-enchanted glass rock sword on the ground of Songjiade and pierced the black dragon's head with a single knife. Alduin died, and his dragon soul ascended to heaven.

Three warriors who assisted the dragonborn came over and praised his bravery.

The mission log indicated that he had completed the main line and killed the Devourer of the World.

Zhou Ping raised his head and saw the sky of Songjiade, the swirling blue-violet light stream, and a deep cave on the central dome, which leads to the outside world, but its form is majestic, like Shure's gods.

"The Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim Luxury Holographic Simulation Reset Legend Edition", this is the game he has been addicted to in recent months.

He really likes this free and open world like a real world. There is no piles of homework, no sleepy classrooms, no teachers with abominations, no attitude of being cautious when facing classmates, no unsatisfactory details in life, he Willing to be immersed in the game forever.

However, his headache recurred, and Zhou Ping was forced to quit the game. Annoyed, he threw a punch at the simulated hatch in front of him, Bang said, and his palm was sore.

The mock hatch was opened by the owner of the Internet cafe, and he warned: "You are not allowed to hit the machine like this, you pay if it breaks!"

"Sorry boss, I got off the plane."

Zhou Ping cleared the internet fee at the counter, went downstairs, and when he went out, the outside sunlight reflected on the floor of the hall, which was very dazzling.

He raised his hand to cover his eyes.

After a while, he put on his hood, quickly walked into the street, and headed towards the school.

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