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Wang Anan: "?"
Wang An An: "Why are you still squeamish?"
"I'm not squeamish." Lin Xun said, "I have a myocardial infarction."
Wang Anan: "Do you believe me?"
Lin Xun lowered his head and took a few deep breaths: "I..."
He "me" for a while, but he didn't come out with "me".
"Dongjun came out to explain," he looked at the Weibo, and then at Wang An'an, as if seeking approval: "So is the matter over?"
Wang An'an took a deep look at him, and Lin Xun's heart shuddered.
I saw Wang An'an leave the room: "I think it's better to ask the framework."
Lin Xun: "..."
He ignored Wang An'an and wanted to continue sending messages to Dongjun, but he was afraid of disturbing him, so he was in a dilemma, so he could only stay in a daze with the "I'm causing you trouble" just now.
Pointer lost his frame at some point and is now dozing on his lap.
The cat lived in Chaoyang Community for a few days, and did not show the slightest fear or nervousness, and even gained a little weight. The fur was smooth, soft and dense.
Lin Xun touched the cat, thinking that in the end it was the pointer's existence that completely broke the hearts of the wife fans.
Actually they were right.
How can you send your cat to foster care if it is not for someone close or trusted.
Just as he was thinking about it, Dongjun replied with a message.
Dongjun: It doesn't matter, I am not optimistic about the employees.
A happy pointer: it will have a bad effect on you qq
Dongjun: No.
Lin Xun poked at the keyboard, typed a lot of words, and finally deleted them.
Perhaps seeing that he hadn't replied for a long time, Dong Jun added another sentence.
Dongjun: I am not an idol, and Yinhe does not rely on public opinion to survive.
This is true.
Dongjun does not rely on his face to eat, and his wife has more fans, but he has more technical fans among programmers. Back then, Dongjun's GitHub was often worshipped by many apes.
Likewise, the boss's personal life situation won't have any impact on the galaxy.
Don't talk about the autopilot technology that is popular all over the world, just talk about the recently launched holographic game cabin - this is a complete monopoly in technology. Except for Galaxy, no other company can do it. You can't use the autopilot system. Similarly, if you If you want to play holographic games, you can only open the Galaxy's official website to buy. In this case, unless there is a shocking scandal within the company or a quality problem with the product, it is impossible for Galaxy's stock to fall.
The turmoil on social media may not even count as a small fight for Yinhe and Dong Junshen.
After thinking about this, Lin Xun was not too nervous. He thought about it again and again, and edited such a message.
A happy pointer: that's fine. But will your Weibo... I mean it still seems to be misunderstood. qq
He sent out the message, tugging at the pointer's ear uneasily, waiting for a reply.
Dongjun's reply came quickly.
Dongjun: ^ ^
Then…
Then there is no text.
Lin Xun didn't know what Dongjun meant for a while. He just felt that Dong Jun's attitude was so like a little liar who started to look blank when asked about key points and pretended to be a fake cat.
But this "^ ^" expression is very magical. Lin Xun stared at it for a long time, his heart thumped a few times, and finally he somehow laughed along with it.
He didn't know what Dongjun was "^ ^", and didn't dare to ask, so—
A happy pointer: ^ ^
The conversation seemed to come to an end, Lin Xun took a deep breath, changed his clothes, and went out to wash.
When he was about to go out, the framework over there was finally pulled up from the bed by Wang Anan.
"What?" I just heard the frame howl: "I just slept, what did you do?"
He opened the door and said to Lin Xun, "Don't go, come here, do you know that you have been deceived, you...!"
Lin Xun went out, closed the door, went downstairs, and locked the words of the framework in the door.
He got in the car, drove outside Lin Ting's hotel, and drove away with her. Today is the day they agreed to see Grandpa.
The sky over the imperial capital is cloudy, and it has been like this every day for the past half month.
The sky is very far away, and there are not many vehicles on the road. The news is playing in the car, saying that the tour of the famous pianist Dongchen and his orchestra in the mainland will start from the imperial capital.
Lin Ting has probably left the domestic social media, and the news has not spread to her, she is chatting with Lin Xun safely. And the pointer didn't recognize life at all, squinting in her arms, the atmosphere in the car has always been peaceful. While chatting with her, Lin Xun was thinking about what happened this morning, and at the same time, he wondered if it would be embarrassing when he had a video with Dongjun tonight.
Thinking like this, he turned on his mobile phone to look at the hot search. The original hot search was still high, and now he has added another one: #dongjun's second Weibo#.
At the same time, the architecture is also making some nonsense in the group.
Zhao Architecture: @Lin Algorithm, he did not withdraw from the hot search at all, don’t you think about why this is.
Lin Algorithm: Galaxy is not a media company, so it may not be able to remove hot searches.
Zhao Architecture: ? ? ? So what does their publicity department do
Zhao Jianzhu: Look at his Weibo again. I read it carefully for half an hour, and I can see the words from the cracks. The whole Weibo is saying "Thank you for your concern, I have a boyfriend."
Lin Algorithm: You must be crazy, otherwise, why would the Zhao family's dog look at you more
Zhao Jianzhu: You still know Lu Xun, but you have memorized it wrongly.
Lin's Algorithm: …
Zhao Jiji: Okay, I get it, you are the water you poured out now.
Lin Algorithm: You also know the water that is poured out.
Zhao Architecture: …
He and Zhao Jiji continued to chat in this way for more than an hour, and finally ended with the appearance of another message.
It was Jiang Lian, who officially joined the "Lolo" group three days ago.
Jiang Lian: So will we be acquired by Galaxy
Lin Algorithm: Brother Jiang, I'm sorry, we still concealed one thing from you.
Jiang Lian: ... ah
Lin Shuhe: In fact, Dongjun has always been a shareholder of Luo.
Jiang Lian: …
Jiang Lian: Then why are we so miserable, we work in a residential building. In fact, when I came on the first day, I thought you were doing pyramid schemes.
Lin Algorithm: I don’t know either. Maybe Dongjun is training us. He is a good boss.
At the same time, the news of Zhao Architecture popped up at the same time.
Zhao Jianzhu: This is fun, we don’t need to understand it.
Lin Xun decided to close WeChat and ignore Zhao Shuji.
It was a long drive, and in the afternoon, they finally reached their destination. Along the way, the weather turned cloudy, a layer of mist was floating in the sky, and the rain was drizzling.
—A large cemetery in the suburbs where their grandfather had slept for five years.
Lin Xun hugged a bunch of white flowers, got out of the car, and walked to Grandpa's grave with Lin Ting.
The tombstone is made of marble, with a circle at the bottom and a few words, only the name, the year of birth and death, and the person who erected the tombstone.
When the old man was alive, he lived a peaceful life, and there was no pain or regret when he left. The death of an elderly person seemed inevitable, but when he was in front of the tombstone, the smoke-like sorrow and nostalgia could not be dissipated.
When the computer came out in 1946, my grandfather was one of the earliest assembly engineers in the motherland. At that time, the computer language was only machine language, binary. The code is all handwritten, and then punched into the tape to be read by the computer.
Lin Xun didn't have any other hobbies when he was a child, he only liked to be played with by his grandfather.
He is barely considered a talent, and he can only do it occasionally, but he is very good at mental arithmetic, and he does not live up to the nickname of "calculation".
The old man took him to do the questions all day long. Simply adding, subtracting, multiplying and dividing is boring. Solving the code is fun, and mentally calculating the number of daffodils is the best way to pass the time.
But he also has problems that cannot be solved by mental arithmetic, because as long as you think about it, there is no upper limit to the amount of calculation. A simple example, 9876x6798 can see the answer at a glance, 987654321x123456789 is more difficult.
At this time, the old man patted his head kindly, turned on the computer, and as soon as the program was running, the answer could be calculated within a few tenths of a second.
Therefore, a problem arose, and this problem has accompanied Lin Xun since the age of five or six.
-Why can't my brain be like a computer
Why can't the human brain have the processing power of a computer, and a computer can't learn and think like a human.
Thinking of the past, Lin Xun unconsciously smiled.
Some things in childhood can affect a person's life. For the past 20 years, he has been doing this. It is a fantasy to transform the human brain, but it seems that it is not far away to let the computer think on its own. When he followed his mentor to do thesis, the mentor said that the industry was "in full swing".
Perhaps, by then, you will no longer be able to solve math problems that I can't solve.
- He put the bouquet down.