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Su Xiangli stared at Lu Xuefeng’s face. The old man was never too cold. This iron and stone posture has now been rusted by time, but his appearance is absolutely not pitiful. He smiled heartily, like a full face. Young people.

The picture freezes here, slowly dimming, and even Lu Xuefeng's face disappears. A sorrow that came out from an unfamiliar corner of my heart deeply froze Su Xiangli. This emotion came extremely fast, extremely strong, and his clear thinking was still numb, but his heart throbbed, as if there was something in his chest. A muscle cramped, spreading pain, and was scalded by the cold air.

So, does this old man only leave some life insights for future generations?

There are obviously many stories in Lu Xuefeng, and Su Xiangli is still looking forward to hearing him talk about the past when the years are calm. Once some people are gone, together with another inch of the end of the era, everything that happened at the beginning of the century will only be retained in media such as words, pictures, and videos, and the emotions contained in them are extinguished with the death of people. At that time, it died out completely.

Just like Lu Zhengkang, he walked silently, his emotions, it seems that only Su Xiangli can empathize with him.

In addition, the private diary left by Lu Zhengkang recorded the little secrets after he and Su Xiangli exchanged bodies. It was good for the first time, but after the body exchange syndrome subsided, they exchanged views.

This kind of sweet privacy is what she imagined, and her life after marriage was a little surprise in the ordinary. Su Xiangli couldn't help but complain, let you exchange diaries, let you exchange earlier! Why don't you listen? What a great opportunity in Wuyang District.

Now, no one can see. Su Xiangli doesn't know the password. For her, Lu Zhengkang's privacy diary has become a sealed book, which can only be placed on the shelf and viewed from a distance. And the diary she prepared carefully turned into a letter that could never be sent out, the sender was still there, but the receiver was eternally separated.

The more thoughtful Su Xiangli was, the more sad she was in her heart. She told herself not to cry, no matter what, not to cry. It's just that some things, if you don't think about it, seem to have not happened, but the wound still exists, and it has not improved because of the scar.

The memory reading room is very quiet, as quiet as the atrium, pure white and empty, so suitable for hiding in it and crying secretly. Su Xiangli clasped her chest with her hands. She really felt cold on her body, and the soul inside her body seemed to split into two petals. One was screaming while the other just patted her back gently, bringing only chills.

Every day in the past is like a glimpse of light, snowy mud claws, turning into clear waves on the spring pond ripples, flashing back in my mind in a flash; Lu Zhengkang’s smiling face, sturdy body, full of confidence and responsibility between his eyebrows, Delicate and sensitive thinking, he unites his classmates, talks and laughs with the teacher, as if light is on his body; prepares a small gift for Su Xiangli, the small engraved mark on the gift seems to be alive, the deer and the bitten A bite of "i pear", flying around Su Xiangli's head, chasing each other; he is never a tool without value judgment, but an independent and charming human being.

It’s just such a person, Su Xiangli’s Lu Zhengkang, whom Su Xiangli liked since childhood, has never been separated. He hears letters every day, and his ears and ears are grinning Lu Zhengkang. He seems to be a quiet and usual tall building in the city. He just stands standing and can be seen every day. Realizing that this chaotic and changing world still has stable markers, and now, Su Xiangli will never see him again. The tall building in my heart collapsed silently, and even the ruins had been cleaned up, leaving only a little foundation stuck in the ground like roots, speechless for a long time.

Perhaps she has never recovered from the news of Lu Zhengkang's death, so that she has never felt unforgettable, as if she was tearing a scab, a little bit painful, constantly strengthening, pulling apart a little, and hesitating. I didn't dare to tear it apart, for fear that the blood flow could not stop flowing out.

Su Xiangli rubbed his cheeks vigorously, turned around to go out, and returned the VR eyes. At this time, the manager in a suit and tie came over, and he enthusiastically introduced Su Xiangli to the company's special services.

Among a group of cold staff, the arrival of this manager was exceptionally warm.

"What else can you do?"

"We have a very powerful premium package service here. This lady, we can build a simulated personality program so that your memory can be like a real person. It is okay to communicate, talk, and talk about new things. , You think about it, how meaningful. The ancients said that this saint has three immortals, standing up and standing up and standing up, you see, as long as we build a personality model in our diction and memory, hundreds of years later, your descendants can still talk to you Yes, how powerful it is to extend life!"

Su Xiang was unhappy, but declined, and the manager stuffed her a leaflet.

After leaving the Ciyi reading disk, it was almost evening. Su Xiangli did not dare to stare at the sky in the south of the Yangtze River. He could only see the golden sunset at the end of the street in the rift of the clouds on the west, and the gray glass building on the city skyline reflected fish scales. The same neatly arranged orange lights~www.wuxiaspot.com~ The sky is thin and light with thin clouds, and the colors are distinct, like a huge painted pottery with blurred edges.

Wouldn't it be great if someone could accompany you on the streets in such a late-photographed city?

It's just that she didn't dare to look up, and she was also afraid of the sunlight. How gentle the clouds are at this time, they can give the world a quiet and not dark corner, so that the ghosts who live in the cracks of the world can quietly walk away with confidence.

When Su Xiangli arrived at the People's Bank of China, there was still a long diagonal light in front of the gate, and the light had already started to light up.

What Lu Xuefeng prepared for Su Xiangli was really his life’s savings. He saved 41,680 and more than three cents. In addition, he also bought dozens of household items, collections, notes and files. Pieces, it’s not worth anything, and then there are the electronic properties he kept, including some music copyrights, purchased games, books, social accounts, etc. These things are like flesh and blood, filling the empty, grandfather image. Although his body has been incinerated, his ashes have never been preserved, or are scattered into the sea, or thrown into space, or made into materials is unknown, but his thoughts and memories are made possible by these silent old objects. Several ambiguous silhouettes have been preserved.

In the end, Su Xiangli only took a recipe handwritten by the grandfather himself, and here are the various desserts he often prepares for the two little ones. Just looking at them, it seems that there are a thousand flavors permeating the tip of the tongue. And that night, I shared the red bean vanilla milkshake and matcha milk recipe with Lu Zhengkang in the attic. The moonlight seemed to be a miracle. In the whirling dance, every time I turned around, I could see the smile on the corner of his mouth. There is a little milkshake stain on the nose...

I can't think about it anymore, I will cry again.

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