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　　 Ping An Nursing Home.

Lu Xuefeng was in the gray and white dreams. He was under the stage, watching the vigorous Roman Qinri Long live band, screaming silently about the depression of the times, countless people in the audience were just silent, no one moved, on stage The person in has no voice. From the moment he saw this scene, he already knew that he was dreaming.

　　Dreamland, if you can see some bits and pieces that are hard to remember in the past, it is also very good, so that people can enjoy this dreamland.

　　 Lu Xuefeng also just kept silent, watching the gray dream scene like the glitz of a shallow pond in summer, and the water waves dissipated.

It was empty. He looked around at a flat lush green farmland. He seemed to smell the wonderful smell of soil. At the end of the invisible road in the water, a light and fluttering bicycle came on him, painted red. , The bell was bright, Lingling had to ring, and the rider was a woman in jeans.

It was his deceased wife, with a thin white shirt on the upper body. The sunlight projected in from the cracks in the gloomy sky of the south of the Yangtze River. Through the woman's coat, Lu Xuefeng was a little confused in the dazzling flesh and sea. He only felt his youth. The vitality slowly returned to the empty skin. He was trembling, trying to touch his wife quietly, the girl from his past...

The woman yelled abruptly, her expression as exaggerated as before, but what she said was the alarm tone: "It is June 9, 2093, at six o'clock in the morning. It is sunny today, and the best plan for the day lies in the morning, Mr. Lu It’s time to get up. You can choose to do some exercise. Of course, you can continue to enjoy your sleep. We will wake you up again in five minutes. If you want..."

The sound of the alarm clock was gentle and rigid, and the volume gradually increased. Lu Xuefeng felt as if a small steel knife was scratching his eardrums. An unexplained chill burst into his heart. He woke up in shock, opened his eyes, and slapped out annoyedly. , Stop the square box alarm clock on the bedside table.

　　 The alarm clock was much harder than his osteoporotic palm. He felt severe pain at the base of his right middle finger, so he conditioned his hand back.

　　 Lu Xuefeng leaned against the bed, covered his hands, and lowered his head, only to see a little tear mark on the white and soft pillow.

　　 This is... the old man gently stroked his cheek.

　　 I shed tears?

　　 An unfounded shame caused Lu Xuefeng to forget the pain of his palm getting stronger and stronger. He only felt that his old face was hot.

　　 I actually shed tears?

　　 Why? Do you have any dreams?

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

　　 "Huh—" The old man felt his fingers hurt more and more, and finally the pain overwhelmed all his thoughts. He just wants to find some doctor to show him, or use a medical machine, he will also get an injection.

　　 I am getting old, and I can’t take it anymore. It’s a little bit painful. Lu Xuefeng still remembers that when he got the tattoo, he didn’t say a word, just bit off the cigarette in his mouth.

　　Aging is similar to illness. Long-term and gradual physical weakness brings greater pressure to the heart, and the gradual fracture of social relations intensifies psychological loneliness and panic.

Lu Xuefeng feels that he is aphasia, his language ability has dropped sharply, and his memory in recent days is also very vague, his back hurts so he can’t straighten up, he stands up like a bone breaking, his heart feels stuffy, and the feeling of nausea is Every now and then... He has been there for so many years, and now, a very real problem has finally come before him.

　　 The old man lives in his memories, but he forgets the past day by day. If one day remembers many things that he has seen but never remembered, then God tells you that the time is coming.

　　 Lu Xuefeng got up from the bed.

　　 After the omnic rebellion, everything changed. The robots that had penetrated into thousands of households all disappeared from the sight of ordinary people, and the human masters who were used to being served all of a sudden lost their life helpers.

　　 It’s troublesome to eat and wash dishes, and even if I encounter minor injuries or illnesses, I rush to the hospital in a panic.

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

　　 The result of the test is that the bone is cracked. Can the bone be cracked if I shoot an alarm clock? The old man was a little confused.

　　 tu tu tu tu.

　　 Someone knocked on the door, and Lu Xuefeng frowned, suspecting that the nurse had come. He would upload the results to the hospital every time he used the medical machine, and then the nurse would come, but this time he came very quickly.

"come in."

　　 It was not the nurse who opened the door, it was Zheng Qilu. The greasy guy was not greasy today, but was very refreshing. Wearing a black suit, his appearance was unexpected by Lu Xuefeng.

"This dog thing, 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. Chunfeng's Zheng Qilu's face turned black at a speed visible to the naked eye, as if brushing. Like a layer of ink.

　　 Seeing the oil-headed monster's stinky face, Lu Xuefeng became happy. He was old and tempered. He didn't dare to ignore him when he saw an acquaintance, for fear that he would just leave and leave him alone.

　　 Zheng Qilu carried a small white box in his hand, walked in, threw the things on the medical machine table, put his hands in his pockets, and wandered in the small dormitory.

　　 There is a round clock on the east wall. It is 6:14 in the morning. He turned his head and looked around, making a judging voice while slurping. He wanted to find fault and say something that would embarrass the old man.

　　 But seeing this simple room, I was a little speechless, Zheng Qilu sat down on the bed with a hard bed, "I still like to sleep on a hard bed?"

　　 "Well," the old man grabbed a painkiller from the medical machine, stuck it on his forearm, and waited for the instrument to dispense a plaster.

　　 "Are you used to living here?"

　　 "Why, if you are not used to it, you can still fish Lao Tzu from here?"

　　 "Yes!" Zheng Qilu pointed to the gift box, "Your great-grandson has a good future, and I will get you a temporary five-level social letter."

Lu Xuefeng was taken aback, and his eyes were dumbfounded. "What can his kid do? Didn't he go inside for you? Is he in danger?!" He stood up angrily and brought the medical machines to the ground. , The warm healing ointment was sprinkled on the ground, and the faint medicinal fragrance was diffused in the warm and humid air of the nursing home.

Zheng Qilu got up, walked around the old man to open the curtains, the sunlight projected in from the window~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Some dazzling, Lu Xuefeng stood up too anxiously, blood chased and used his brain, hitting the blood vessels with a thump , He then became dizzy and palpitations.

　　 "Don't always think badly, your great-grandson has done meritorious service, the key protection object."

　　 Lu Xuefeng pursed his lips, "The truth?"

　　 "The truth."

　　 "Then, I want to go back to the farming area."

　　 "It's okay. Now I am your life assistant. You can tell me what you want."

　　 "I want my previous information."

　　 "I'm ready for you, let's drink medicine first."

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

　　 "What? Give poisonous wine?" Lu Xuefeng relaxed and started to joke, taking the potion and drank it.

　　 The cold potion was drunk, but like a warm current, it smoothed his dizziness.

　　 "Only this bottle can make you live a lot longer." When the oil head said this, he was envied.

　　 Lu Xuefeng was taken aback. So, can he have more time to prepare for his funeral?

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