It was an old apartment. If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, Lu Zhou wouldn't have believed that in the 22nd century, where the magnetic levitation road network had been spread all over the country, there were still buildings with less than 20 floors.
After parking the car on the roof, Lu Zhou and Xing Bian followed the old man's footsteps and came to the door of a room.
The old man took out a rare metal key from his pocket. After opening the door, he gestured to the two people behind him to come in.
"In fact, the conditions here used to be quite good … But no one has lived here for a long time. Please come in."
Without saying anything extra, Lu Zhou nodded and stepped over the door in front of him.
However, the moment he stepped over it, a familiar feeling immediately came to his face.
"This is …"
As if expecting Lu Zhou to show such an expression, the old man smiled and spoke.
"Surprised, aren't you? Everything here was arranged according to the layout of your childhood room, and it was constantly updated over time. Even if it was accidentally messed up, it would be quickly restored … until I was 20 years old. "
Are they planning to simulate my childhood environment?
I didn't expect them to do this …
Lu Zhou didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He didn't know what to say for a while.
He felt like the person in charge of this plan seemed to have put a lot of effort into this.
However, it was too whimsical to expect him to be "recreated" in this way.
After staring at the layout of the room for a long time, Lu Zhou suddenly spoke.
"Did he grow up in this environment?"
"Yes, my father has always lived in the shadow of the name Academician Lu, even my childhood … It wasn't until the 1940s and 1950s that the Bloodline Project was announced to be over, and the new sociological experiments were needed to stop."
Lu Zhou's throat moved slightly. He spoke with a complicated expression.
"Then does he hate me?"
"Of course not." The old man said with a smile, giving Lu Zhou a comforting look. He said, "Whether this life is what he wants or not, at least he was born with wealth and respect that 99% of people in this world will never have in their lives. This feeling may be boring, but it will not be a reason to hate you … Besides, when he learned that you were actually his father and that Lu Xiaotong was only his mother in name, it was already a long time after he became an adult. "
"So did he become a scholar?"
"Unfortunately not, but he became an artist." The old man smiled and continued, "In addition to what you see in front of you, the only part of his life that belonged to him was the piano in the utility room. The piano accompanied him throughout his childhood and the rest of his life … Of course, there was also the kitchen, where the kitchen utensils were all arranged by him. Although he always claimed that he wanted to be a chef more than a scholar, I have to say that when it comes to cooking … I'm afraid he's completely cut off from cooking pots and pans in this life. "
Lu Zhou: "Is his cooking terrible?"
As if thinking of something sad, the old man sighed and spoke.
"It's more than terrible … Except for himself, no one else can swallow it at all."
Hearing these words, Lu Zhou finally showed a gratified smile on his face.
This was probably the first time he showed such an expression today.
"It seems that he is not like me at all …"
After a pause, Lu Zhou looked at the old man standing next to him and continued.
"Is the piano still in the utility room?"
The old man nodded. "If I remember correctly, it is still there, but it has been so long … I'm not sure if it can still play."
"Can you take me over to have a look?"
"Of course."
The old man walked in front and led Lu Zhou and Xing Bian to the utility room.
This room was probably the only place in the whole house that was different from Lu Zhou's former residence. There were many pieces of furniture that had been eliminated, Lu Yuan's personal collection, and the piano in the most conspicuous position.
On the piano stand, Lu Zhou saw something familiar, so he walked forward and took it from the piano stand.
It was a ring box.
From the appearance, it looked quite old.
Looking at the ring box in Lu Zhou's hand, a nostalgic expression appeared in the old man's eyes. He continued.
"This is my grandmother's relic … It is the only relic my father left me besides this piano. There was a time when my father hoped to find the biological father who abandoned him and his mother through this ring box. It wasn't until later that he discovered that his father had always been hanging on the wall, and the person who had been raising him was actually his adoptive mother.
"But until today, I have been confused about who the ring in this ring box was given to, or is it just a beautiful lie, and the ring inside never existed in the first place —"
"No." Interrupting the old man's words, Lu Zhou opened the box in his hand, touched the yellow goose down cushion with his index finger, and said softly, "This ring box … is actually mine."
Hearing this unexpected answer, the old man's face showed a dumbfounded expression.
"But … why did it appear in your sister's hands?"
A strange expression also appeared on Xing Bian's face, as if he was thinking about something rude.
However, Lu Zhou didn't care about what strange things they were thinking at the moment. He continued to speak as if he were talking about a distant past.
"Obviously, she got it from that person."
"I remember very clearly that before I went to Mars, I put it under my pillow. There should have been a ring and a love letter of about 200 words in it …" With a nostalgic expression on his face, Lu Zhou continued, "It's like it happened yesterday."
The ring and the love letter were gone. She should have read the "last words" left in the wrist-mounted computer.
For some reason, she handed the ring box to her sister.
With a trace of complicated emotions, Lu Zhou carefully dug out the goose down cushion, wanting to see where he put the love letter.
However, at the moment when his goose down cushion was dug out, a note fell out of it.
"New clue?"
There was a happy expression on Xing Bian's face for a moment, but he quickly realized that his reaction was a little inappropriate, so he quickly coughed lightly and put on a sad expression on his face again. "My condolences …"
"If you really care about me, please stand at the door for a while."
Squinting at Inspector Xing, who was bored, Lu Zhou carefully unfolded the yellowed note.
If he wasn't mistaken, this should be her reply.
All the clues were connected at this moment, and he finally understood why she would hand this box to his sister.
[By the time you read this letter, I will have probably gone to a faraway place … But I think it will not be further than where you have gone. At least in terms of distance, this journey has an end.]
[I've thought about the possibility that you're still alive, but you're too tired and want to rest for a while to clear your mind. That's why you chose to use an earthquake to cover up everything … But I don't think even a sci-fi blockbuster would dare to do something like this.]
[Do you know? After seeing your last words, I really wanted to beat you up, but I restrained my willfulness in the end … After all, there was a sea of people at the time, and you proposed to me so affectionately.
[Then, under their witness, I agreed to your proposal. My proposal. So, we are husband and wife now. You can't run away, and you are not allowed to run away!
[After thinking about it, I still can't let you go, but … even if I can't let you go, that disaster has already happened. As your wife, the only thing I can do for you is to fulfill your unfulfilled wishes.
[Fortunately, everything went well with the plan, and Xiao Tong was very supportive of me … Although it may be a bit willful, you have been willful many times. This time, it is my turn to be willful.
[By the way, I will return you the love letter. I will take the ring in the box. After all, I have already agreed to your proposal. It belongs to me now.
[I will take it to Tau Ceti, the star that belongs to us.
[You told me that many years later, when people look at that star from afar and make a wish to it, stories about us would appear in their minds.]
[I will do it for you.
[The promise you made to me.]
Xing Bian looked at Lu Zhou, who put down the letter. Seeing that he did not speak for a long time, he wanted to go forward and comfort him.
However, the moment he put his right hand on Lu Zhou's shoulder, he suddenly found that the man in front of him was already in tears …
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