Vol 3 Chapter 453: The kid is awkward

To eat noodles for lunch, this is Su Xiangli's request. She explained that day is the holy day, and every Friday is the holy day of noodle teaching. She said so, but after entering the restaurant, she ordered a piece of sushi.
That is, modern restaurants sell everything, otherwise Su Xiangli's request will be regarded as a fault.
Lu Zhengkang and Zhang Yingxuan were talking about noodles, wondering about the story of the USB flash drive.
Su Xiangli suddenly put down his chopsticks and covered his face.
Lu Zhengkang asked her what happened?
Su Xiangli put her hands down, her face was wet, but her expression was not broken, she said something she had just learned from watching the video, "SpongeBob SquarePants, how did the joy disappear? We seem to be drifting away. "
Lu Zhengkang: "Is that you, Daxing?"
Su Xiangli wanted the USB flash drive, so Zhang Yingxuan had to give it to her, but Lu Zhengkang disagreed. He took the USB flash drive and prepared to destroy it.
Lu Zhengkang has realized that he should really stop them from viewing the content in this U disk. Although there is no vulgar content in it, there are too many funerals. I am afraid that Su Xiangli will have a nightmare tonight.
For little kids, funeral is a very cool pop culture. In the 1950s, there was a trend of Buddhism and funeral culture, mixing with the nostalgic and retro style of the time to create strange art genres. It was said that it was a period of tumultuous golden years, and the smashing Wan live band is a good representative.
Lu Zhengkang's parents were born in the 1950s, and they often talked about childhood scenes and sang popular songs at that time.
However, the trend will not stay in a certain area for too long. When it comes to funeral culture, only the post-50s are the most talkative. For children, this is something they can’t reach and they are not allowed to touch. .
Su Xiangli is obviously fascinated by funeral culture. In such a short period of one hour and twenty-three minutes, she watched the wonderful funeral culture video at the beginning of the century, and then she seemed to substitute her dissatisfaction with life into it. Seeing those fresh and refined human confusing behaviors, I feel that this is my future.
Seeing Su Xiangli's reluctance, Lu Zhengkang was very upset. He held her little cheek and rubbed it, as if playing with a tuft of white and tender glutinous rice balls, "Don't think about those things anymore. Do you understand?"
Su Xiangli didn't speak, nor did she show the usual naive response. She just lowered her eyes to avoid looking at Lu Zhengkang.
She took it seriously.
Lu Zhengkang returned the U disk to Zhang Yingxuan, "You take it back, don't take it out, we are not suitable for viewing these things."
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When Zhang Yingxuan came home, the sensor light in the room turned on. He held the USB flash drive and walked to the storage room. There were a lot of furniture in the house, which could somewhat conceal the lack of popularity.
His father is not here as usual.
A gentle lady's voice sounded in the room, "Xuan Xuan is back? Did you have a good day?"
"It's okay. Mom. How many days has my father been on business?"
"Three days a week, why, miss him? I can put you through a video call."
Zhang Yingxuan lowered his head and thought, "Forget it. Don't bother him."
"Good boy, so sensible."
Zhang Yingxuan put the U disk back into the box full of toys. There were many dolls and some makeup toys in this box.
This box is the relic of Zhang Yingxuan's mother.
That woman was dead a long time ago, Zhang Yingxuan remembered what happened before.
Zhang Yingxuan’s father recorded the voice of his wife Shi Renqiu and used it as the voice of home intelligence. For both of them, a highly simulated home intelligence played the role of the hostess, and the name of this intelligence was also called Shi Renqiu.
Mr. Bai, the machine butler, came behind Zhang Yingxuan, "Student Xuanxuan, have you had lunch?"
"Eat, with classmates." Zhang Yingxuan squatted on the ground, stroking the toys in the box.
Mr. Bai asked: "Are you sorting out the clutter?"
"No." Zhang Yingxuan hesitated, "Mr. Bai, do you know who owns this USB flash drive?"
"I don't have the right to view private data. But this USB flash drive is Kingston DT800G2, this USB flash drive will be discontinued in 2031. As far as I know, these things belong to Ms. Shi Renqiu."
Zhang Yingxuan nodded, "So this box belongs to my mother?"
"I'm not sure, maybe you can ask Ms. Shi."
Zhang Yingxuan hesitated, "Forget it."
He loves his virtual mother very much. Undoubtedly, she fills the spiritual gap between him and his father. Zhang Yingxuan needs a mother, and Zhang Yingxuan's father needs a wife. In this regard, "Shi Renqiu" has done a good job, even a little too good. At one point, Zhang Yingxuan once thought that he was conceived by such an intangible communicable object that only exists on the Internet.
One of the jokes of the new era: You were born by AI.
Zhang Yingxuan needs to declare again that he loves his fake mother very much, no, for him, AI Shi Renqiu is his only mother, but deep down in his heart, he still cannot convince himself.
Let yourself forget that Zhang Yingxuan had been in a living womb for nine months.
Of course, he doesn't remember this. He just has doubts about his own body. How did such a body that can walk on the ground come from such a flesh, blood and bones, or how did the father have children with numbers? And why the mothers of other children are also alive, instead of a data stream that is sounded by audio equipment?
Such problems were not resolved until the last class on a Friday afternoon in the second semester of fifth grade.
That was the first education class in Zhang Yingxuan's life.
Before that, he had always thought that his mother was just invisible, and would come out when he was asleep, like a snail girl, otherwise he could not explain how the boxes in the storage room came from.
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Lu Zhengkang is still with Su Xiangli, and Zhang Yingxuan has already returned home in advance~EbookFREE.me~ It is 4 o’clock in the afternoon. For a low- and mid-latitude region, in January, the direct sun is still in the southern hemisphere and the northern hemisphere is daytime The night is short and long, that is to say, at this point, the sun is already shaky to the west.
The evening sky was dim, like going to another planet, the ground was full of tall buildings like thorns, and then the children were like dust, floating, or strange-looking alien creatures along the street. Walking is like sliding along an alien cableway, and you can see the floating car and the empty track when you look up, just like an alien dragonfly or an alien eagle.
Living in this era of rapid development, sometimes it is really psychedelic. The advertisements on the glass curtain wall change every day, and sometimes the advertisements are so rich that it makes people feel like floating in the ocean of advertisements.
Su Xiangli said that he wanted to find a high place. Lu Zhengkang took her to the observation tower and took a two-minute elevator to reach the top floor. At an altitude of 800 meters, the strong wind seemed to be blowing the entire tower, just like standing on a dandelion. Above, people are frightened, a pair of young lovers are kissing, no one else is doing their own things.
Lu Zhengkang and Su Xiangli sat side by side on the sofa.
Su Xiangli asked Lu Zhengkang what he planned to do. Lu Zhengkang said that after the competition was promoted, he would prepare a new model to participate in the provincial competition.
Su Xiangli said that she wanted to find Qiu Qiongzhu.
A little girl tells you that she is going to cross the modern city to find a kindergarten classmate who has not been in touch for a long time.
Lu Zhengkang was almost frightened.
"Not allowed to go!"
"why?"
"I... or I will accompany you, anyway you can't go alone."
Su Xiangli was stunned for a while, then suddenly laughed, "I lied to you, hahaha! I was joking."
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