Vol 3 Chapter 444: Where to find the head

Monday, December 24, 2885, sunny.
10:23 am
Su Xiangli was stared a little by Lu Zhengkang.
"Why are you staring at me?" The little girl hugged her chest and looked unhappy.
"Your head is too small." Lu Zhengkang said regretfully, then turned and left.
11:32 am
Teacher Li was dining in the cafeteria, Lu Zhengkang walked to the opposite side of her to sit with the dinner plate, and then stared at her face.
"Student Lu Zhengkang, what's the matter with you?" Teacher Li's gaze looked a little restless. This look reminded her of some deep and terrifying past. I believe that any adult will be full of fear with such gaze.
Lu Zhengkang: "I want to look at your head."
Teacher Li screamed in fright, didn't even take the dinner plate, jumped up and ran away.
Lu Zhengkang raised his hand to stop her, "Hey! I just want to learn from..."
1:03 pm Self-study time.
Meng Qijun was reading in the library, and Lu Zhengkang sat opposite her and stared at him.
"What's the matter with you?"
"I'm looking at you." Lu Zhengkang was serious and serious.
A red glow appeared on Meng Qijun's face, "You...you can see it as you want. It's just me...I'm not very good-looking, or you...don't look."
Lu Zhengkang replied carefully, "No, you look good. So I have to take a look."
The little girl Meng Qijun lowered her head and said nothing.
2:33 PM
Zhang Yingxuan and Zhou Ping were playing rope turning, and Lu Zhengkang watched silently.
Children’s faces are fat and round, but also have sharp edges, such as Zhou Ping, others are thin.
Lu Zhengkang is considering the shape of the model's head, whether it should be flesh and blood, or skeleton, or machinery, or plants, or ceramic texture, or gemstones, or concrete masonry... Facial features should be young, or old, and alive Yes, still dead, near human, or inhuman...
And in fact, there is no need to restrict the subject matter to the conflict between machinery and nature...
Zhang Yingxuan asked worriedly: "Lu Zhengkang, what's wrong with you?"
"It's okay, just look at you." Lu Zhengkang smiled with honey.
Zhou Ping and Zhang Yingxuan looked at each other.
...
When school time is up, the school bell is the classic "Going", composed by Kenneth, and the lingering saxophone is as melodious as a floating silk satin on still water.
Lu Zhengkang sits in his seat to clean up his homework. He likes to listen to this school bell, so he can stay on campus for a while. Things like music can span time, just like the Xinhua Bookstore he loved back then. He always stayed on until the closing bell rang. This is the song "Going", which contains many memories.
But what is the old saying? It won't be new if you see too much.
He still had the missing head in his mind, and he was not at all nostalgic.
He was about to go out, a few friends came to stop him.
Su Xiangli, Zhang Yingxuan, Zhou Ping, Yu Fei, Meng Qijun, and Mei Shenglin are all familiar friends.
Lu Zhengkang clutched the strap of his backpack and looked around, a little confused, "What are you doing with me?"
Su Xiangli looked worried, "It's so bad, are you sick?"
Lu Zhengkang understood in seconds, "Oh, absolutely not, it's not an accident at home, don't worry, I think you just need materials."
"Material?" ×6
Lu Zhengkang touched the bridge of his nose. He actually wanted to learn from the way that Teacher Shao and his cousin pushed smart glasses. Unfortunately, he did not wear glasses. "Yes, science and technology competition is a model. Meng Qijun proposed to make a half-mechanical half I feel very good about biological mannequins. Now I am missing a head."
Yu Fei shouted: "We are a science competition, why do we make a human model? Isn't it good to make a universe model? We can make a model of the Milky Way!"
Lu Zhengkang asked others, "Here is a model of the Milky Way, here is a model of a human body, which one do you choose to look at?"
"human body!"
"It must be a human body, who doesn't know what the Milky Way looks like."
"Yes, yes, uh, the human body looks good."
Yu Fei was hit, and quietly shrank to the back.
Lu Zhengkang smiled, "Yes, we need the novel ideas, otherwise how can we stand out."
"Are you sure it's okay?"
"Yes, I'm pretty sure, everything is fine for me."
"Cut--" ×6
"bored."
"It's scattered, it's scattered."
Lu Zhengkang followed the friends behind him, "Hey, don't leave me alone, go home together after school."
"Who wants to go home with you badass!"
"That's it!"
The children laughed and strolled along the horizon of the sunset.
...
At eight o'clock in the evening, Lu Zhengkang was about to go to bed and suddenly received a questionnaire.
Well, Lu Zhengkang read it carefully.
Sure enough, the consequences of scaring Teacher Li away in the morning?
"National Bureau of Culture and Social Credit Supervision: Dear citizen Lu Zhengkang, we have received a citizen report that your words and deeds violate scientific literacy. Please complete a questionnaire. The latest submission date you are allowed is 2085.12.30. Please be sure Answer seriously, your answer will be recorded in your electronic file."
Lu Zhengkang took it seriously and began to answer the question. Sun Hui and Lu Jiande suddenly rushed in the door, and they asked Lu Zhengkang nervously.
"Kangkang, have you met those people who are inconsistent?"
"You have been reported by someone, do you know that you can't do this, we have said it many times at home, don't say bad things in public."
Lu Zhengkang covered his ears, "I know, I know! Don't bother!"
"What's the matter with you, Mom and Dad are also doing this for your own good~EbookFREE.me~ I don't listen to persuasion now, let alone in the future..."
Lu Zhengkang sighed silently.
Alas, guardians will also receive emails. I'm so stupid, really, and Teacher Li, are you really that scared?
...
1am.
Lu Zhengkang woke up from his dream.
Just now I had a strange dream. There were flying human heads everywhere, as if they had encountered some old demon cult. Lu Zhengkang was awakened by a red bronze skull that suddenly came down. The tattoo on the back of grandpa came.
Absolutely, day and night dreams. Lu Zhengkang swiped on the bed, feeling particularly inspired.
Therefore, you need a machine head full of pipes and gears, and the pipe should be full of flowers, flowers, and grass, and someone is looking up at the top of the skull...
But not too idealistic?
Lu Zhengkang knows that different forms of artistic expression have different emphasis. If it is painting, some living objects can be added to express vitality, but modelling is another matter.
So, it still has to be changed. Don't use halves, Lu Zhengkang thought, it is a unified style, with branches growing in the pipes, rotten skin and flesh wrapped in metal, blooming flowers and withered leaves as clothes. Remove the person on top of the head and change it to eyes.
So what should the action posture be like?
Lu Zhengkang jumped off the bed excitedly, a steady stream of inspiration! I can’t use mobile phones or computers. It’s okay. I use pen and paper to describe the brain.
Turning on the lamp and pulling the curtains open, Lu Zhengkang faces the bright tabletop and bears the dull starry sky.
Getting better, he shook his legs and hummed softly.
"If people don't have the past. If, the world will not forget. Live today, live. There won't be it, plundering our brains..."
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