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Dongjun looked at him: "What's the matter?"
"I've been a little bit lately," Lin Xun said after a pause, "annoying."
"Actually, it's been two or three years." He looked at Dongjun, his voice gradually lowered, and said, "I haven't been able to write anything of value for a long time."
"You told me once." Dongjun said, "Can I help? The architecture is busy. Jiang Yun will be back in August."
Lin Xun shook his head.
"You have a lot of things to do," he said, "and..."
And what, he didn't say it, he just felt that the way they spoke had become so unfamiliar after so many years.
"And they can't help much," he said. "I'll be alone."
The car swayed slightly in the air, and he was a little bit physically scared, but not too scared. When he was young, he was afraid of falling. But when life is like a stagnant pool, there seems to be nothing to fear. What's more, he's a bad person, but Dongjun seems to be doing everything smoothly. With Dongjun here, the probability of falling is much reduced.
"I'm asking for leave," he heard Dong Jun say, "I'll be with you during this time."
"Don't, I said before that it's a critical period." He said, "It's still more important for the Milky Way. You seem to be very busy on the Nutshell side."
Dong Jun gave him a deep look: "What do you want to say?"
Lin Xun lowered his eyes and said, "I want to move out, it's too stressful to be with you."
This sentence seems to be just casually said, and it seems to have been brewing for a long time.
There was a slight stagnation in the air, and after a long time, he heard two short words: "How long?"
"It depends on the situation," he said.
There are many subtexts in the world. "It depends on the situation" is generally equivalent to "no".
He looked up at Dong Jun, the corners of Dong Jun's pale lips pursed slightly, and the color in his eyes was like the sky before the storm. At that moment, Lin Xun suddenly delusional that he was an animal, and was being looked down upon by an indifferent hunter, but this seemed to be just a The illusion for a moment, when he looked again the next second, the dark clouds had dissipated, and the sky returned to high and silent.
The man in front of him really understood all his thoughts, and he asked, "Where's the Milky Way?"
Lin Xun had thought about this question.
For people like them to break up, it involves the division of property that is too complicated to start.
"I don't want anything." Lin Xun replied, "Yinhe Lai was run by you. I don't know them. The shares I hold are all returned to you. Do they need notarization? I don't know much about this."
He really doesn't understand. The equity he holds seems to be the same as that of Dongjun, but he has not made any substantial contribution to the operation of Galaxy, and Dongjun has never shown any intention to let him participate. He is only doing research and development.
He tentatively asked, "Other...Is there anything else in my name?"
Dongjun looked at him, and after a while, he said lightly, "No more."
Lin Xun: "Okay."
The Ferris wheel rose to the top, he looked at Dongjun and thought, if you keep a word, I may not leave.
The car swayed, and he was caged in the shadows. Dongjun walked towards him and leaned over.
His chin was lifted, and it was a long kiss, nothing violent, gentle and light. Lin Xun closed his eyes, they kissed many times, and every subsequent kiss was tacit and beautiful. He does have a beautiful lover, but sometimes he feels close to him, and sometimes he feels far away.
He was released, and the sun was a little dazzling, making the figure of Dongjun in his eyes slightly blurred. At this time, he continued to think, if you say a word, I will not leave.
But until the end, when the Ferris wheel slowly descended to the bottom, Dongjun said, "Take care of yourself."
Lin Xun: "Yes."
The music on the ground was amplified, and as he walked down, the red-nosed clown staggered over and shoved a piece of rope into his hand. The end of the rope held a heart-shaped red balloon, floating high. His heart was suddenly clenched.
Dong Jungen didn't ask him why.
He prepared a lot of reasons and didn't get a chance to say it. In fact, there are not so many reasons, but the reason I want to say can't be said, it's too hypocritical, and it's not decent.
He looked at the bright red balloon and thought, I just think you don't like me anymore.
Many years ago, there was no Galaxy, no partners, no press conferences, no stocks and funds, and the boyhood of applause and cheers seemed very far away. As far as the cheerful melody in the amusement park, the ideals and spirits that were willing to give everything for it can be exhausted, not to mention family, friendship and love.
Twenty years is still too long.
He'd been down for too long, and he's freed today, and he thinks it's time for him to continue courting the mathematician.
… and then
He let go, and the hydrogen balloon slowly flew upwards to the unknowable sky. And he lifted his legs and walked out. It's just that the more repressed, the deeper and the more suffocating something became, the emotions were overwhelming in an instant, and his throat was tight, like a drowning person struggling for the last time, and he opened his eyes from the bottomless darkness.
Lin Xun suddenly sat up from the bed.
His heart was still beating violently, and his forehead was cold because of a thin layer of sweat. He checked the time, it was four o'clock in the morning. I had a dream before, but I still woke up naturally. This was the first time I woke up from a nightmare.
Before his breathing had calmed down, a thin "meow" sounded, and a white shadow jumped onto his bed and walked towards him.
Lin Xun raised the pointer's chin. In the dark, the cat's eyes were like inorganic objects, with a little green fluorescence in the depths. The pointer licked his fingers, the barbs on his tongue hooked his fingers, slightly rough to the touch, but warm at the same time. He picked up the pointer and looked at it.
Pointer: "Meow."
Lin Xun: "Liar."
Pointer: "… Meow?"
Lin Xun put the cat on the sofa in the living room and closed the bedroom door. He sat in front of the desk, took out a few blank draft papers, turned on the phone, and switched to the chat interface with Dongjun. While flipping, read a few times when each conversation started and ended, as well as Dongjun's reply speed. Generally speaking, the speed of replying to information represents what his Dongjun is doing now. After all, that's someone who doesn't like wearable electronic devices, and can't see his messages when the phone is not in front of him.
When he planned to do this, he didn't feel anything, but after 20 minutes, he found that he and Dongjun had talked a lot, and they were not nutritious. They were all like "Is there a problem with the logic of this place?" "Yes" or something like that.
At 6:30, the security came to open the door. In order to avoid being recognized as a pervert by him again, Lin Xun put away the scratch paper and washed with a normal life. No good mornings, no waking up with kisses on the forehead, no stuff like toothpaste squeezed on a toothbrush. The background tone is security and the architecture is talking and don't know where to get the intelligence.
Just listen to Wang An'an: "They are all weak, why don't we hide a little more."
Lin Xun said quickly in the interval between brushing his teeth: "You stop, you won't be able to enter the finals if you hide again."
There was still foam in his mouth.
Wang Anan: "Go, go, have some confidence in yourself, algorithm."
Lin Xun gave a vague "uh".
The first stage of the expo is online. The submitted documents are simply screened, and a certain number of them are selected for pre-selection. The offline selection is divided into pre-selection and final selection. The pre-selection is held in four areas, and five finalists are selected in each area, for a total of twenty. In the final election, several technology groups airborne four to six of their own people, and in the end, these twenty-odd people competed for fair competition, A and S awards—and they were also competing for the attention of investors.
This system gave birth to the technique of "hiding". First of all, everyone has their own products, and there are things in the products that they can get their hands on. The patents and papers are definitely in their own hands, but the ideas and ideas may be borrowed by others. There are still a few days between the pre-selection and the final selection. If there are two products with similar functions and similar levels to meet you in the pre-selection, and they both enter the final selection, one of them is likely to be temporarily targeted before the final selection. Sexual transformation, overpowering the other side.
Therefore, during the pre-selection, some teams who are confident that they can enter the final selection will hide some killers, and they will suddenly be released at the end, and they will shine. Guessing who will be this year's dark horse is also one of the things that audiences love to do.
As for Luo, Lin Xun didn't intend to make it appear in 3D in the preselection.
Over there, Zhao Jiji said, "There are two of them that still have something. Look at this."
Wang Anquan: "I know this person, and he is a big security man."
Zhao Zuzu: "How to say."
Wang Anquan: "He will definitely make it to the finals. Similar safety products have been scarce in the past two years."
"By the way, the thing that the algorithm gave me before is good, the one copied from the device. I have been working on it for the past few days, and I have done some development." Wang An An said, "The protection function is better than the garbage on the market. If Luo Huang is gone, let's break up on the spot, and I'll take you to do that."
Lin Xun turned around again between brushing his teeth: "? What are you talking about?"
Wang An An waved his hand: "You can't choke to death."
Lin Xun spit out the foam: "You have a framework, what about me?"
Zhao Zuzu: "Then you can go to the Milky Way."
Wang Anan echoed: "You are undercover with Dongjun and coax him to invest in us."
Lin Xun: "If he kicks me, can I come back?"
Wang An'an looked disgusted: "Are you so unsatisfactory?"
Lin Xun: "What if I kick him?"
Wang Anan: "You're not that good yet."
Lin Xun: "..."
fake friendship.
Rightly slandering Wang Anan, he listened to the framework and said, "There are many other advantages of our algorithm, but the most prominent advantage is long-term affection and won't kick people."
Lin Xun: "How do you say?"
"You do the math, including your studies, how many years have you been in this business?"
Lin Xun: "Then I started when I was about four or five years old."
"That's almost 20 years. Hey, 20 years have passed, and you can still be so enthusiastic." Framework said: "Most people are not so affectionate, even if the other party is a math girl and a Turing guy."
"Then make a guess," Lin Xun sat across from him, "If I were in a relationship, why would I break up?"
Architecture's eyes rolled.
"First of all, it's not because of personality, or you won't fall in love with others. And then it's not because of economic reasons, it's tacky." Framework said: "It may be because of ideals. For example, if you have to write code, he insists that the computer has radiation. If you spend one minute before, your life will be reduced by 60 seconds, and then you will be unplugged. The example I gave is not good, but you can understand it. If you acidify yourself to death, you will definitely become autistic when you stay with this kind of person for a long time."
Lin Xun: "Shut up."
Architecture: "You were exposed by me."
Lin Xun got up, carried the computer on his back, and looked down at the architecture: "It's not right."
Architecture: "Impossible, I know you better than your father."
"You're talking more and more like a Chinese, but all you're talking about is nonsense. Of course you know me better than my father, who only knows me a year ago." Lin Xun said.
Structure: "That's the emotional reason, you don't like the other party, or the other party doesn't like you."
Lin Xun took an apple from the table. Although the apple that fell on Newton's head came from people's imagination, the apple still reminds people of Newton, the mascot of science students.
He threw the apple from left hand to right hand, and then from right hand to left, and said lazily: "I think I'm pretty good, why don't you like me? I didn't like it before, why do I like it now? There's something wrong with this logic."
Architecture: "What the hell are you talking about?"
Lin Xun smiled, took a bite of the apple, and walked outside: "Let's go."