I also want to stick with the bamboo horse today

"Wow..." Zhuang Wenyao began to sigh as soon as he entered Lu Zhiheng's house, "So your house is like this..."

The decoration style of Zhuang Wenyao's house tends to be simple as a whole. Whether it is walls, floors, ceilings or other furniture, they are all based on practicality, and there are almost no redundant decorations.

However, Lu Zhiheng's house is completely different. It tends to a romantic European style, with rich colors, luxurious atmosphere, and full of artistic atmosphere.The key is that the apartment on the flat floor has excellent lighting, clear and bright, and sparkles, which is definitely Lu Zhiheng's style.

"Actually, I quite like the style of your home, it's relatively simple." Lu Zhiheng said while showing Zhuang Wenyao around.

Zhuang Wenyao: "But I think your house is also beautiful, noble and elegant!"

"This is my mother's favorite style." Lu Zhiheng said with a smile, "She is a fan of money, she likes the smell of money."

"Pfft ha ha ha..." Zhuang Wenyao sighed, "But speaking of it, Aunt Gu is amazing!"

Lu Zhiheng smiled lightly; "Yes. In terms of career, I also admire her very much. She started from nothing and was a late bloomer."

Gu Yan has always had a business mind and emotional intelligence. When she first followed Shi Quan and had no children, the husband and wife partnered in a small business and made a lot of money. They bought it in a prime location like the People's Hospital Family Hospital. second-hand housing.

But after time and months, Gu Yan is well aware of the importance of raising children, and she pays special attention to raising children.Shi Quan took advantage of this and forced her to stay at home full-time to take care of the children and run her own business.

However, Shiquan is more than 01:30 behind Gu Yan, and the livelihood of a family of three cannot be run by him alone.Shiquan can only rely on part-time jobs to subsidize his family, but he is dissatisfied with his hard work and low salary.Over time, my nature was exposed, and I was not only infected with gambling, but also domestic violence.

Fortunately, Gu Yan put his death on the ground and was born later, so the mother and son have a relatively stable life now.

Zhuang Wenyao retorted: "What is a late bloomer? Aunt Gu is very young, okay! A late bloomer is a person who is elected president in his 70s!"

"Hahaha……"

What Lu Zhiheng said was indeed correct, the interior decoration was very expensive at first glance, and there was a piano in the corner of the living room.

"You can play the piano!" Zhuang Wenyao walked over and said pleasantly.

Lu Zhiheng hesitated for a second: "No."

"So Aunt Gu can play?" Zhuang Wenyao asked.

Lu Zhiheng walked over and lifted the lid of the piano: "She doesn't know how either."

"Then why..." There will be a piano?

Lu Zhiheng casually leaned on the piano, recalled his thoughts, and said eloquently: "A few years ago, my mother had some savings in business, so she hired a lot of private tutors for me. Piano, art, and tennis taught me a lot. Get into something new."

"Wow." Zhuang Wenyao sighed, "Aunt Gu is very demanding of you, not only to study well, but also to be good at this and that..."

"Actually, it's okay. She doesn't require me to master everything. She just hopes that I can find my interest and develop a hobby I like."

Bought a piano just to explore a hobby?It's a bit embarrassing.

As Lu Zhiheng said, he spread his hands helplessly: "I can do both painting and tennis, but piano... I gave up after a few lessons. I'm really not good at music." His expression was indescribable.

"Hahahaha..." Zhuang Wenyao laughed and sat down on the piano bench, "I'll play a song for you!"

Lu Zhiheng's eyes lit up: "Can you play the piano?"

Zhuang Wenyao fumbled for the keys, trying to retrieve his childhood memories, and said casually, "Who didn't learn the electronic piano when I was young..."

It was too late to react.He raised his head stiffly, watching helplessly as the light in Lu Zhiheng's eyes dimmed.

Zhuang Wenyao scolded himself countless times in his heart, but still regretted it, he raised his hand and slapped himself.

"What are you doing!" Lu Zhiheng grabbed his hand.

Zhuang Wenyao lowered his head in frustration: "I'm too bad at talking..."

"Who dares to say that the golden voice of our school radio and television can't speak?" Lu Zhiheng smiled relaxedly, and sat down beside him, "Should we talk about it?"

"Boom ball!" Zhuang Wenyao pulled himself together, straightened his back, and assumed the posture of a pianist, "Listen!"

Lu Zhiheng looked at him expectantly, nodded: "Yeah!"

The fingertips tapped on the keys, and the clear and agile notes jumped up.

"do, do, sol, sol, la, la, so"

"fa, fa, mi, mi, re, re, do"

"sol, sol, fa, fa, mi, mi, re"

"sol, sol, fa, fa, mi, mi, re"

"do, do, sol, sol, la, la, so"

"fa, fa, mi, mi, re, re, do"

After finishing the song, the little pianist was full of ambition, and asked, "Does it sound good?"

Lu Zhiheng: "Little star?"

"Ok!"

"Nice!"

When Lu Zhiheng gave some sunshine, Zhuang Wenyao became brilliant: "I can play and sing by myself! Twinkle, twinkle, the sky is full of little stars~~"

Lu Zhiheng sang along in a low voice: "Hanging in the sky to shine bright~ like many small eyes~~"

Zhuang Wenyao stopped suddenly: "Brother, don't sing."

"..." Lu Zhiheng understood what he meant, and pinched his waist unexpectedly, and acted like a baby sadly, "You despise me for singing badly."

"Hahaha...No, I was wrong!" Zhuang Wenyao avoided with a smile, "Sing it, the senior sings very well! I won't watch 'The Voice of Yizhong' next year without you..."

"Annoying..."

Enough fuss, let's study.

Come to the library.

Unlike the gorgeous decoration of the living room, the study atmosphere here is very strong, and the four walls are full of books.Zhuang Wenyao took a quick glance and found that there are many books on physics and engineering, and competition books, college textbooks, and the four great books of physics are indispensable.But in the most conspicuous place on the bookshelf, there is also a model airplane.

"Fuyao-11!" Zhuang Wenyao was suddenly attracted by her, and leaned over to take a closer look.

Fuyao-11, the civil aviation airliner with the largest number and a monopoly position in China, is a classic model that everyone can name.

"You know him?" Lu Zhiheng walked over.

"I know you too well!" Zhuang Wenyao said excitedly, "Isn't this the one from our school! Although they are all models, yours looks more refined..."

Lu Zhiheng pursed his lips and smiled: "It's not in vain that Duan Xi and I worked hard for a month to get such an evaluation from you."

"Ah?" Zhuang Wenyao looked at him with wide eyes, "What do you mean?"

Lu Zhiheng explained: "Last year's 'two festivals', the aircraft model competition, this is the participating aircraft of our class."

Zhuang Wenyao reacted in his mind for a second, and then confirmed again: "You said you and brother Xi did this?"

Lu Zhiheng nodded.

Zhuang Wenyao stared at the plane intently: the fuselage was streamlined, and the cantilevered lower wings on both sides stretched out straight, like the wings of an eagle.There are two blue lines on the pure white fuselage, above which are the logos of airlines and aircraft models, which is simple and elegant.

"I don't believe it!" How could such a delicate and realistic model be made by hand!

Lu Zhiheng smiled helplessly: "I can understand it as an affirmation of our technology? Thank you."

"No, how did you make it?" Zhuang Wenyao still couldn't believe it.

"The materials are very simple, KT board, AB glue, skin, and can be made by referring to the drawings. After installing the wireless control system, she can fly."

"She can fly?!" Zhuang Wenyao was shocked for the second time, "I don't believe it! Unless you show me!"

"Okay." Lu Zhiheng agreed, and took the model airplane off the shelf, "I'll fly it for you to see."

"Wait a minute! I'll study and study..." Zhuang Wenyao carefully took the model from his hand, as if he was holding some rare treasure and didn't dare to take a breath.

This Fuyao-11 can withstand close inspection. The arcs cut by one knife and one knife are smooth and perfect. how much thought.

Zhuang Wenyao saw a pair of delicate pointed corners at the end of the main wing: "This structure is like a paper airplane you folded."

Lu Zhiheng: "Yes, this is the tip of the wing, also called the winglet."

"Oh..." Zhuang Wenyao touched it, "But this is only one pair of wingtips, and your paper airplane has two pairs of upper and lower."

"Well, there are many types of wingtips, such as single upper winglets, upper and lower winglets, etc., which are used to balance air resistance." Lu Zhiheng said, "Do you remember the principle of how an airplane lifts into the air?"

Zhuang Wenyao: "Bernoulli's Law?"

"Yes, the air flow velocity is different between the upper and lower wings. The upper velocity is higher and the pressure is lower, while the lower velocity is opposite, which creates an upward force." Lu Zhiheng gestured on the wing, "But at the same time, the air around the wing will also change from a higher velocity to The place flows to the lower part, forming a vortex, which constitutes the resistance of the wing movement. The existence of the wingtip can effectively balance this resistance and allow the aircraft to fly farther.”

"Oh~ learned it!" Zhuang Wenyao nodded suddenly, "It turns out that your plane is so capable of flying because of this little thing. I thought you invented it!"

"How can I be so powerful..."

"You have!" Zhuang Wenyao said seriously, "When you were so young, you could fold the upper and lower wings to balance the air resistance. You are better than the person who invented the wingtips!"

Lu Zhiheng smiled embarrassedly: "I really don't dare to take it... I think this Fuyao-11 is the most beautiful, so I put her here. But I still have many models like this, do you want to see it?"

Of course: "Think!"

Lu Zhiheng walked around behind Zhuang Wenyao, put his hands on his shoulders: "Show you my wives!"

Zhuang Wenyao obediently let him push him away, and laughed: "Wife?"

Lu Zhiheng's pleasant voice mixed with a smile came from behind him: "Everyone in the circle calls it that, there is no other meaning."

There's nothing to explain, it's not like I don't understand!

When I came to a room similar to a studio, tools such as carving knives and glue were neatly placed on the table, foam boards, wood boards, skins and other materials were piled up on the floor, and all the cabinets were full of aircraft model maps, references, etc. Books, cutting machines, heat guns and other equipment, the walls are covered with photos and drawings of various aircraft.

"Wow, craftsman!" Zhuang Wenyao was stunned, "In ancient times, there was a Gongshu class that cut bamboo into magpies, and now there is Lu Zhiheng who cut wood and made machines..."

Lu Zhiheng laughed: "Turn around."

Zhuang Wenyao turned around as he said, and seeing the scene behind him, he was too excited to say a word.

The entire wall is a display cabinet with glass doors, inside which are neatly displayed large and small aircraft models, dazzling and shining.The exquisite workmanship is such that the Wright Brothers would be amazed that there are successors in the next life.

"Damn it..." Zhuang Wenyao looked over, almost blinded.

"Which one do you fancy? I'll take you to fly."

"Hmm..." Zhuang Wenyao locked his eyes on a sea-blue propeller fighter jet, "I think this one is pretty good! It's called...'Haiyan'?"

Lu Zhiheng smiled: "You have such a good eye, I like this one the most, it's my eldest wife!"

"Pfft..." Zhuang Wenyao also laughed: he found out, and when he mentioned something he liked, Lu Zhiheng became extremely excited, so cute.

Lu Zhiheng opened the locker and took out "Haiyan".

Her appearance is relatively retro, like a model that would appear in war movies of the last century.Although the technology of high-speed jet aircraft is becoming more and more mature, the Haiyan series is already old and cannot be reused, but she has written countless brilliant achievements and is still loved by aircraft model enthusiasts.

"Did you DIY this too?" Zhuang Wenyao asked.

"Yes." Lu Zhiheng said, "As long as you have the drawings and the materials, you can do it."

"It's so cool!" A pile of ordinary plastic wood, after some delicate and ingenious processing, can fly into the blue sky and soar, which makes people feel excited.

Zhuang Wenyao suddenly thought: "If you have blueprints, you can make models, so can you make Changfeng?"

"Okay! But Changfeng is a bit complicated. It's a duct machine. I drew the blueprints, but I haven't started the construction yet."

"That's right, it's a big project! It must take a lot of time..."

"Yeah." Lu Zhiheng suggested, "There is a wasteland behind our community where you can fly. Do you want to go?"

"Go, go!" There is no reason not to go!Zhuang Wenyao agreed repeatedly, but suddenly found that he was still holding Fuyao in his hand, "I'll put this back..."

Lu Zhiheng: "Take one piece."

"……it is good!"

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