Halfway up the Purple Mountain.
There was no maglev road here. Lu Zhou came here by bus at the foot of the mountain.
The landscape along the way had not changed much; it basically retained the appearance of a century ago.
However, the Zhongshan International District sign had disappeared. Instead, it was replaced by a sign with "Lu Zhou's Former Residence". It was a cultural tourism scenic spot with a "modern style".
Those who came here to play were old men and women, adults with children, and a small group of young students. They were doing extracurricular activities under the guidance of teachers or tour guides.
On the whole, the surrounding atmosphere was quite lively. Apart from some art peddlers and street shops, there were also some small restaurants with "contemporary characteristics", selling some of his favorite foods when he was alive.
For example, various flavors of barbecue rice.
The only thing that puzzled Lu Zhou was that he could understand selling barbecue rice, but what was the point of selling braised pork knuckle rice in front of his house?
He didn't remember eating this stuff at all …
Referring to the navigation path given by the AR glasses, Lu Zhou followed the completely unfamiliar tree-lined path and soon arrived at the door of his home.
To be precise, this was no longer his home. Instead, it was a museum that had been repeatedly renovated for who knew how many times. According to the chairman of the Pan-Asian Cooperation, this museum was currently managed and operated by the local government of Jinling in the Yangtze River Delta city group. It had become a part of the city's public service resources.
The bricks and tiles here were no different from what he remembered. The only change was that the two trees in the front yard had been cut down and replaced by some beautiful landscape pearls.
Looking at the familiar and unfamiliar house, Lu Zhou couldn't help but feel a trace of nostalgia in his eyes.
He still remembered when he first bought this house, Wang Peng also suggested to him that the two trees in front of the window would cause a blind spot and suggested that he cut them down. In the end, he insisted on keeping them.
He didn't expect that after 100 years, the two trees would still be cut down.
Lu Zhou smiled. He didn't particularly care, but his expression carried a bit of nostalgia. He walked through the courtyard gate and walked along the moss-covered stone path towards his home.
However, just as he crossed the courtyard gate, he heard a hurried shout behind him.
"Hey! The people in front, please wait! "
A man in a museum staff uniform ran up to Lu Zhou.
"Academician Lu's former residence is not open to casual visitors. If you want to enter, you'll have to make a reservation online!"
Upon hearing this, Lu Zhou was slightly taken aback. He glared at the museum staff and asked.
"Do I need to make an appointment to return to my own home?"
This time, it was the museum staff's turn to be stunned. They looked at Lu Zhou with a strange expression, not knowing what this guy was talking about.
Suddenly remembering that he was wearing a strange face, Lu Zhou immediately reached out and pressed the necklace on his neck, took it off, and stuffed it into his pocket.
"Take a good look at who I am!"
His eyes stared straight at Lu Zhou, who suddenly changed his face. The museum staff looked like he had seen a ghost.
If he was just confused before, then he was completely dumbfounded at this moment.
Perhaps someone heard the noise in the courtyard, a voice suddenly came from the direction of the courtyard gate.
"What happened?"
Lu Zhou looked toward the courtyard gate and saw a tall and thin middle-aged man with glasses on the bridge of his nose walking quickly toward him.
The moment the man saw Lu Zhou, he was stunned for a moment, then he quickly understood what happened here.
"Curator …"
Seeing that the staff had something to say, the curator spoke immediately.
"Okay, I already know the situation. You can go back to your post."
"Yes …"
After watching the staff leave, the man called the curator stared at Lu Zhou for a while, pushed his glasses, and asked directly.
"You … Are you really Lu Zhou?"
"Of course." Lu Zhou sighed and said, "I have explained this question many times, and I'm too lazy to explain it again. Believe it or not, it's up to you."
"I saw the news. It's not that I don't believe it, it's mainly because … You are from Mars. That place doesn't have a good reputation, and the history books say that you have been unfortunately killed." The man called the curator smiled awkwardly and extended his right hand. "Anyway, introduce yourself. My name is King Kong, the curator of the Lu Zhou Museum — "
"Pfft …"
King Kong looked at Lu Zhou, who suddenly laughed out loud. He paused for a second and spoke with some confusion.
He said with some confusion, "Um … Is there a problem with my self-introduction?"
Lu Zhou coughed twice and said, "Sorry, it's nothing, it's just a little too much … It's an old joke from a century ago, don't mention it."
King Kong looked at Lu Zhou with a confused expression. In the end, he decided not to care about these details.
After calming down, he continued, "In short, I have already seen your story on the news.
"In short, I have seen your story on the news. Although this is also my professional field, I really can't tell what it is … A dormant capsule of the Martian civilization. This sounds too incredible. What kind of dormant capsule can be preserved for two to three billion years, and it still has energy?"
"Logically speaking, I don't quite believe you are real … However, I don't think anyone would deliberately look like Academician Lu just to escape."
Although he didn't say anything, the distrust in his eyes was clear.
However, Lu Zhou didn't care. He just said casually, "I can understand your doubts.
This is nothing. More than 90% of the logic in this world is illogical. It's just to convince yourself to believe in self-righteous common sense. "
"However, you don't have to be so wary of me. I don't intend to take this old house back. After all, it has been a hundred years, and it has been repaired so many times. I guess even if this house is still here, it won't be the one I lived in. "
Lu Zhou shrugged his shoulders.
"It's just that I haven't been home for so many years. I want to go back to my home and see. I didn't come here for nothing, right?"
"I'm very grateful that you can understand this!" Curator King looked at Lu Zhou in surprise. He nodded slightly and finally showed some respect in his attitude. "Whether you are really Academician Lu or not, I am willing to accompany you back home as the curator of the museum."
…
The door was pushed open.
Following in Curator King's footsteps, after a century, Lu Zhou finally returned to his home.
Looking at the familiar yet unfamiliar layout, he couldn't help but feel a little nostalgic.
Curator King glanced at him and spoke with a faint smile.
"How do you feel?"
"It's more or less the same." Lu Zhou nodded. After giving a pertinent evaluation, he casually pointed around the room. "The location of the shoe cabinet is not the same as I remember, and the clothes hanging at the door are definitely not mine."
"This … After so many years, it's normal for some places to have some differences. It's fine as long as it's the same. Including the shoe cabinet you mentioned, many of the furniture here are actually imitations. "With a dry cough, Curator King touched the bridge of his nose. There was a hint of pride in his tone." In fact, in addition to being the curator of the Lu Zhou Museum, I am also a professor of modern history at the Jinling College of Arts and Sciences, and the direction of my research … happens to be related to you. "
Lu Zhou was slightly taken aback and spoke with interest.
"Me?"
"Yes, in modern history, the research on you has always been a popular research direction. China has made two technological leaps in modern times, and these two technological leaps can be said to have directly established the international political pattern of China dominating Pan-Asia and Pan-Asia dominating the world.
"These two technological leaps corresponded to two landmark events. One was the success of controllable fusion ignition, and the other was the establishment of the Lunar Orbit Committee … And in both cases, you played the role of chief designer."
Hearing that history had such a high evaluation of him, Lu Zhou couldn't help but show a smile on his face. He continued to ask with interest.
"That's right, and then? What else have you been researching? "
"All kinds of things." Curator King smiled embarrassedly. "Including your academic career, personal experience, and some rumors about your relationship …"
Lu Zhou didn't know if it was an illusion, but he felt that this smile was a bit unusual.
He heard footsteps coming from upstairs, so he looked at Curator King and asked, "There are other people here?"
"There are other people here?"
"It's a cultural and tourism event organized by a nearby high school. This museum is generally targeted at primary and secondary school students. Most of the visitors leave after taking a photo outside. Very few people will come in and take a look. "
Lu Zhou nodded and didn't say anything. He looked around the living room and spoke.
"My study room is upstairs. I want to go back and take a look … and my bedroom. There should be no problem, right? "
"Of course not, this way please!"
Following Curator King's footsteps, Lu Zhou walked along the stairs to the second floor.
Just when he stepped on the second floor, he happened to see a tour guide with a dozen children crowded in the corridor on the side of the second floor, explaining something around a painting hanging on the wall.
Although he didn't remember hanging this painting in the corridor, Lu Zhou was too lazy to care about these details. After all, this was a museum, and it was normal to hang a few portraits.
However, just as he was about to turn a corner and follow Curator King to the study room, the voice of the tour guide almost made him spit out blood.
"The portrait in front of us is the young fiancée of Academician Lu, Ms. Chen Yushan. Speaking of this Ms. Chen Yushan, the story between the two can be regarded as a sad and beautiful love story. "
As soon as they heard that it was a love story, the children around them suddenly became excited.
One of the children standing in the front row immediately asked with interest.
"What story is it?"
"That's a long story." The tour guide smiled and continued in an experienced tone, "Apparently, before Academician Lu went to Mars, the two made a marriage contract. As a token of love, Academician Lu gave her a star and promised to leave a legend about their love on it.
"However, people have their ups and downs, and the sky has its ups and downs. The Gates of Hell mountain range collapsed in the earthquake, and Academician Lu didn't return safely from Mars. Ms. Chen Yushan was heartbroken. She spent a year planting a forest in the desert of the Great Northwest, then resigned from the position of CEO of Star Sky Technology and disappeared from people's sight. No one has seen her since …
"Some people say that she has died and walked alone in that forest for the rest of her life. Some people say that she is not dead, but went to a far, far away place, in order to fulfill her lover's promise to herself and continue their legend on that star. "
Just as the children were listening to the romantic love story with longing, a little chubby boy who didn't seem to have a girlfriend suddenly jumped out and said.
"But why did Academician Lu give her a star? That star isn't his! "
"This …"
The tour guide looked embarrassed. Just as he was about to explain, a strange voice floated over from the side.
"Because Academician Lu is very rich. He spent 10 billion yuan to register an extraterrestrial exploration fund." Lu Zhou walked behind the group of children. He restrained the urge to grab Curator King's collar next to him. He pointed to the portrait and said, "Who the hell hung this painting up!"
Seeing Lu Zhou suddenly get angry, both the tour guide and Curator King were dumbfounded.
The first to react was Curator King. He winked at the tour guide next to him and quickly pulled Lu Zhou.
"This … I know that this painting was not originally placed here, but after all, we are a museum. We have to introduce it to the tourists who come here —"
"The problem is that the person you hung up is not my fiancée at all!" Lu Zhou said angrily, "This is my student! My fiancée's cousin! She has a name, Han Mengqi! "
The f * ck?!
As soon as he heard this, Curator King was shocked and almost choked to death on his own saliva.
"Han … Han what? Wait, it's wrong? It can't be? This painting has been hanging here for more than 20 years … When I came to this museum, it was already here. "
Lu Zhou said with a gloomy face.
"Do you know better or do I know better?!"
He was even sure that these guys used the stills from the documentary "Scholar of the Great Country" as photos. If he remembered correctly, the female protagonist of that documentary, Chen Yushan, happened to be played by Han Mengqi.
When he thought that this painting had been hanging here for more than 20 years, Lu Zhou wanted to strangle this guy.
It's fine if it's someone else, but it has to be my student. Do you want me to lose my dignity in my old age?!
After such a commotion, the children who were watching from the side finally recognized his face.
After staring at Lu Zhou for a while, the little fatty who had previously argued with the tour guide suddenly jumped out and pointed at Lu Zhou excitedly.
"Ah, you are Academician Lu!"
"That's not right, didn't the teacher say you were dead?"
"Dead! You don't know manners! "
"Bah bah bah, you don't know manners! Is there a problem with me saying dead? If you want to pick a word, it should be 'died', okay! "
Listening to the words of these naughty children, the black lines on Lu Zhou's forehead deepened.
MMP！
What do you mean by dead or not …
I'm still f * cking alive!
Curator King and the tour guide looked at each other, their faces full of embarrassment.
He had hung up a student as his fiancée, and he had hung it up for more than 20 years. This was indeed a big disgrace.
"What do we do?"
"How about … we withdraw first?"
"But …"
Curator King gritted his teeth and made a decision.
"No buts, regardless of whether Academician Lu is real or not, let's take down this painting first!"
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