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Lu Zhengkang asked: "Wanqing's song! Isn't it?"

He was young, and his expression was so energetic when he spoke. It was really surprising that Su Xiangli had never seen him look so refreshed. The usual Lu Zhengkang was either sluggish or bad, or just sluggish.

But now it's different. The boy's face is full of satisfaction, his chest is full, and he feels like he's home.

It was as if he was shining.

The boss was stunned for a moment. He raised his foot and pressed the pause on the computer screen with his big toe. He stood up and put on his slippers, "You know this song? How do you know this song?"

Lu Zhengkang asked him, "Grandpa loves this song, can you buy me a disc?"

"Good, good, no problem!" The boss laughed, "Waiting for the knowledge of the goods! Finally waiting for the knowledge of the goods!"

Lu Zhengkang laughed too. For the two of them, an adult had a thick and open voice, and a child had a sharp and crisp voice. They laughed like a duet, and it was not sad or joy.

Su Xiangli shrank behind Lu Zhengkang and gently twisted the corner of his clothes.

The boss shook his sulky long hair, his bangs almost covered his eyelids, and the hair on the back of his head was even more greasy than Zheng Qilu, a greasy head. It was simply a history of tar on his head. Lyme.

"Come here, stay with my brother for lunch, what do you want to eat?"

"Noodles, the boss is from the north?"

"Ah, hey, his forehead is like a person in Guanzhong." The boss responded to Lu Zhengkang with an unskilled local accent. His rough and stubble face was full of pimples, like a naan, just baked. Kind, warm with the meaning of making people close, "The noodles are good, you are both a bosom friend and a taste, really a good friend from the sky!"

When Lu Zhengkang and Su Xiangli saw that he was busy going to the utility room of the shop, they pulled out a folding table, opened it, and put it away. Then they got into the kitchen and got busy.

Lu Zhengkang gently stroked the dirty and old folding table. This thing is really old. The metal table legs below are all rusty. It is this kind of extremely worrying hygiene that reminds him of his own. In his previous life, he also had a folding table in the rental house, which was of course cleaner than this, but it was also the same simple structure, without the red tape of modern technology, and had a back-to-basics temperament.

Su Xiangli immediately expressed his disgust, "It's so dirty."

"It's not clean, I'm not sick after eating." Lu Zhengkang rubbed his hands and moved a chair by himself. At first glance, this dining table is not commonly used. It is placed in the video rental room, which is already very crowded. Now it has the meaning of being difficult to move.

Su Xiangli listened to the background music, and the song "Kill the Shijiazhuang Man" by the Universal Youth Hotel was finished, followed by the song "West Lake" by the band. She listened to the wonderful tunes and watched Lu Zhengkang feel content. He couldn't help but laugh.

"The boat enters the Three Pools,

"Playing in the lake,

"The breeze is no boat.

"Sometimes far away,

"Sometimes and connected,

"...

"There is no longer the setting sun of nostalgia,

"There is no more reflected moon,

"..."

Lu Zhengkang would sing along when he was singing loudly, shaking his head and shaking his head, with a drunken gesture of drinking fake wine. Su Xiangli laughed at him. The little girl had instinctively realized that he was not a good person when she saw the boss. Now the nervous mood slowly dissipated with Lu Zhengkang's joy, and she also became happy with him.

I am immersed in music, these are songs that children can't hear, and some are very rare, and I don't know how the boss got them.

It takes a lot of time to make noodles. The boss is busy in the small kitchen, and the two children listen to the song quietly. Su Xiangli sits at the table and Lu Zhengkang goes to tour the shelves.

After "West Lake" was played, it was replaced with a steam wave music. This style of music emerged at the beginning of the century, but it has always been a niche. It is good at creating a state of blur, such as the distorted sound in the radio. It is very nostalgic. The style had its first peak in the 10s, but its influence was mainly abroad. The domestic steam wave peaked in the mid-1950s. At that time, it was the frenzy of the space leap. Electronic dance music took off, and the steam wave followed this spring breeze. It is very fashionable.

This song "LOVEYOUEVERYDAY" was also a nightclub gold melody that year. After it was released gently and softly, a group of people hugged and hugged on the dark dance floor, slowly turning in circles, humming in their mouths, "loveyou~"

What a show.

For Lu Zhengkang, every minute and every second here is a pleasant surprise. There are a dazzling array of old discs on the shelves, and even antiques from the last century. They are all real objects, CDs or USB flash drives, not stored in the computer cloud-very wise s Choice.

Lu Zhengkang even saw Umezu Taisho’s "AKITE (Paper Kite. This thing has content that is not suitable for children. This boss is so daring, it is no wonder that he hides in the village in the city. Otherwise, how could it be possible to save so many people. Love to hear and hear baby.

"Too shameful, too shameful..." Lu Zheng Kangxu murmured, these things are too sinful and completely violate the scientific literacy of citizens, he must buy them back and criticize them from beginning to end.

At this time, the music changed again. The prelude guitar was cold, and he played a while, like a cloud of lead in the sky falling on the snow top of the peak of the world and throwing countless snowballs~www.readwn.com~ Wait for the lead singer to speak. , The magnetic voice can immediately catch people's ears.

"If people don’t have the past. If the world won’t forget. Live today, live. There won’t be it, plundering our brains, just like now, we see the future, the gray clouds, in the wind, one Little by little..."

The boss sang along in the kitchen.

"No, all! All the hurricanes! Will, take away the sorrow. Not all, all the sorrows! Can be retained..."

Lu Zhengkang was amazed and shocked! The wording of this song is so bold!

"Who sang this song?" he asked the boss loudly.

"Hurray!" The boss shook his head, Tao Taoran looked like he was crazy.

"What long live!"

"The band is called Long live, Long live the Roman piano day!" He laughed.

"Good name!" Lu Zhengkang turned on his phone and searched for Long Live Roman Music Day.

Unable to search, as expected.

So he went to search on the boss's computer.

There are results.

Roman Qin Day Long Live Band, also known as Long Live Band. Band type: Rock. Date of establishment: October 3, 2037. Place of establishment: Jiangsu and Zhejiang. Band members: vocalist Kang Fusheng, guitarist Lu Xuefeng, drummer Gu Manjing, bassist Wang Zhun, keyboardist Liu Qiangfu, representative works "Lost Voice", "Six Disqualifications"...

Lu Zhengkang was stunned.

On the search page, a band photo, five young people gathered together, freshly dressed and graceful, looking out across a field of wheat, beautiful tattoos spreading on bare arms and legs.

The second from the left is Lu Xuefeng.

Lu Zhengkang's grandfather, Lu Xuefeng.

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