So this is the meaning of those eighteen lines of source code
Huo Shaoheng has always been steady and steady, and his emotions and anger are invisible.
But at this moment, in front of me is my grandfather who died in pain in the big explosion more than 20 years ago, and behind him is my mother who was once in her prime and had not experienced the painful torture of eighteen years.
He suddenly felt that his life was complete.
If the slight regrets and dissatisfaction in his youth were all for this moment of reunion, even if it was in a virtual game, he still felt it was worth it.
Suppressing the sourness in his heart, Huo Shaoheng nodded heavily and said, "Mr. Song, happy Spring Festival."
Song Haichuan, who was opposite him, showed a satisfied smile, nodded and said, "Happy Spring Festival. I want to stay with you this year, is that okay?"
"Of course." Huo Shaoheng was slightly stunned.
Could this be what his grandfather Song Haichuan once wished for
Not only do you want to give your grandson an eighteenth-year-old coming-of-age gift, but also want to celebrate the new year with them
Is this the scene that the eighteen lines of source code wants to show
It's quite similar to the wish he had buried deep in his heart when he was a boy...
At this point in the game, the scene in front of me begins to lose color and gradually becomes gray and blurry.
The images of Song Haichuan and Song Jinning also slowly disappeared.
Huo Shaoheng stood in his study room and slowly took off his gaming helmet.
Huo Shaoheng looked thoughtfully at the computer where the blue screen had just shown that the game demo had ended.
…
At dawn the next day, Song Jinning woke up and found that Lu Yuan had already gotten up.
She looked at her watch and saw that it was more than two hours earlier than the two of them usually got up, but she still quickly got out of bed, washed up, and came to the restaurant.
Lu Yuan has already prepared breakfast and put it on the table.
Song Jinning said apologetically: "You got up so early today, do you have other things to do? Or I can go alone."
Lu Yuan smiled and said: "Just to accompany you. Eat, we will go after eating."
Song Jinning smiled at him, finished breakfast in silence, and drove into the city with Lu Yuan.
The courtyard house in the Second Ring Road of the Imperial Capital was passed down from Song Jinning's family, and her name is now written on the property deed.
But she never came back since the experiment failed, she was shocked and suffered a mental disorder.
Gu Nianzhi cured her illness the year before last, but she never came back.
Because I can't stand the sadness and sadness of touching the scene.
But this time, she couldn't escape anymore.
…
Lu Yuan turned the car into a small alley.
The alley is very narrow, but it can still allow a car to pass in one direction. The bluestone road has the accumulation of time and extends to the front of a light gray gatehouse.
The gray wall tiles are covered with green ivy. The vermilion door has peeled paint and looks dull, but it complements the bright ivy, creating a contrasting beauty.
Song Jinning got out of the car and heard a loud pigeon whistle.
I raised my head and saw several gray homing pigeons flying across the blue sky.
Lu Yuan also got out of the car, walked to Song Jinning, and said with emotion: "Is this Mr. Song's home?"
Since he cooperated with Song Haichuan, he has never seen him return to his home.
Song Jinning nodded slightly, "Come in."
She took out a brass key that had not been used for a long time from her handbag and went to the old-fashioned lock on the door.
She didn't know whether the lock was too old or her hands were weak. She tried several times but couldn't put the key into the lock cylinder.
Lu Yuan looked at it for a while, took the key from her hand, and said gently: "I'll do it."
His hand was steady and strong, and he quickly unlocked it and pushed the door open.
The door frame creaked and a little dust fell.
Song Jinning didn't pay attention and walked in immediately.
There is a small patio inside, with a stone table and three stone benches in the middle. There is a well in the southwest corner of the yard. It has not been used for many years, and the well head has been sealed.
A grape trellis was set up on the east side of the yard, but no one took care of it. The vines had long since withered. A few dead branches hung on the trellis, which looked a bit like ancient vines.
Song Jinning turned a blind eye to all this, walked directly to the door of the main house where his father lived, opened the door and walked in.
Almost everything inside had been emptied out, the door was unlocked, and no one came in.
There is a thick layer of dust on the ground, and a footprint is clearly visible when you walk on it.
Song Jinning walked around the room and soon found an old-fashioned rattan box under the desk by the window. It looked like it was at least fifty years old.
She looked at the rattan box and said quietly: "This is my mother's dowry. When I was a child, I often saw my father sitting in the patio, stroking this box with one hand and drinking tea."
Lu Yuan knew that Song Jinning's mother died young. From the time she could remember, she had been dependent on her father, Song Haichuan, and was brought up entirely by her father.
But that doesn't mean she doesn't have feelings for her mother.
On the contrary, under the influence of Song Haichuan for many years, Song Jinning still has a strong feeling of admiration for his absent mother.
The rattan box had been touched so many times that it had a patina-like texture.
She squatted down, dragged the rattan box out, touched the code lock, and entered the code.
"This is the lock that my father changed later, and we set the password together." Song Jinning said in a low voice, her eyes already starting to get wet.
Lu Yuan said nothing and stayed with her quietly.
Song Jinning took a deep breath and opened the box.
The things inside are very simple, most of them are her mother's relics.
A pearl flower, the pearls have turned yellow, and a jade comb, the texture of the jade is very ordinary, with hidden cracks.
There were also a few silk handkerchiefs embroidered with endless patterns, and then a stack of thick letters, written with old-fashioned envelopes and brushes.
On each letter, it says "My wife is pregnant with the truth and learn from it".
Song Jinning said in surprise: "My mother's name is Huaizhen. Are these letters written by my father to my mother?"
Lu Yuan glanced at it and said, "...none of these letters have been sent."
There is no post office seal on it, and no stamps are affixed.
Song Jinning was slightly startled and looked at it silently for a while. He found that the envelopes of these letters were not sealed and couldn't help but take out the letter paper inside and read it.
"Huaizhen,
Are you OK
Aning is three years old today. She asked me where her mother was, and stressed to me not to lie to her with those words that are used to lie to children.
She is only three years old, but she already knows what words are meant to 'deceive children'. She is really smart. "
The letter is very short, just like recording daily trivial matters. Moreover, Song Haichuan has a standard scientist's thinking and does not use too much rhetoric.
Every sentence is unpretentious.
Song Jinning couldn't help it anymore and opened another letter.
"Huaizhen,
Today is your birthday, but it’s a pity that I can’t celebrate your birthday again.
But I always remember that every year on your birthday, I will cook you a bowl of longevity noodles.
If you can't eat it, I'll eat it for you. It tastes good. "
Song Jinning looked at these letters, as if he was seeing every detail of his and his father's life back then. He couldn't control himself and read one letter after another.
"Huaizhen,
Aning was six years old. On her first day of school, she came back and told me that she did not want to go to first grade, but to third grade.
I took her to take the grade-skipping exam, and she got full marks and went directly to the fourth grade.
If you were still alive, wouldn't you be happy to see our daughter so smart
I know you don't regret giving birth to her, even if you die for it.
I'm sad to lose you, but I won't take it out on her.
I love you, and I love that you gave me the most precious gift in this world, our daughter. "
Song Jinning loosened her hand and the letter slowly fell. She looked at Lu Yuan with tears streaming down her face and said with a choked voice: "... I don't know... I thought my father only had experiments in his heart... I have always followed my father as a role model... I am actually far inferior. he… "
Lu Yuan held her in his arms and comforted her, while helping her put the opened letter back.
Just when he was packing up the last letter, another piece of paper fell out of it, with lines of source code written on it!
It was all handwritten, and it looked like it was Song Haichuan's handwriting. Lu Yuan's heart sank, and he stared at the piece of paper, unable to look away.
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