Time passed the New Year in a dull way. Before that, Yu Tu sent Zhai Liang away, so when he came home late at night, he seemed more and more deserted.
Fortunately, he also has a mission in January, going to the desert on a business trip for a month.
It is a field test of a confidential model. Although that model is not the general design of their research institute, he and Guan Zai have also participated in some important work. Now that they are in the field test stage, they also need to be present.
Before going, Yu Tu went back to his hometown.
When his parents saw him coming back, they were very surprised, "I only came back in October, why is he back now?"
In October, he went back to his hometown as soon as he took a long vacation. However, after the fourth day of his stay, his parents began to worry, thinking that he had taken too long a break and that something had happened.
At that time, he hadn't made up his mind yet, and he couldn't say anything to make his parents anxious. In order to prevent them from guessing randomly, they had to pretend to return to Shanghai to work, but in fact they were playing games every day, and then they met Qiao Jingjing.
Yu's mother looked very good, but the first sentence at the beginning made Yu Tu sad. He spends too little time with his parents.
"I'm going on a business trip for a month. I don't know if the signal is good over there. Go home and see."
Yu's mother didn't ask where to go and what to do, but just complained, "I didn't say hello in advance." She asked again: "This year's Spring Festival is late, can you come back before the Spring Festival?"
"can."
Yu's father looked at the time and said that he was going to buy two cooked vegetables, but was scolded by Yu's mother, "Let the child eat cooked vegetables when he comes back, how can you be a dad?"
Finally, my father went to buy chicken and live fish and came back. It was almost time for everything to be cooked, Yu Tu deliberately ate an extra bowl of rice, and sure enough, both parents showed happy expressions.
After lunch, he chatted with them for a while, and Yu Tu returned to his room.
His room was not big, facing north, where he spent his entire boyhood. After he was admitted to university, he rarely came back, so the room still maintained the appearance of high school. Most of the books he read at that time were on the bookshelf, and the various trophies he had won from childhood to adulthood were neatly displayed in the cabinet. .
He stopped for a while, took out a book, and flipped through it in front of the bookcase.
Yu's mother came in to give him fruit, glanced at it, and said strangely, "Why are you reading high school textbooks?"
"No." Yu Tu closed the book unnaturally and put it back on the shelf.
In fact, this time home, in addition to visiting parents, there is a strange emotion in my heart. These days, he often recalled high school inexplicably, again and again, as if he wanted to dig out something in those past memories that he had neglected.
Unfortunately, there are very few.
He knew this was very hypocritical, but he couldn't restrain himself. He asked covertly, "Why are the high school books still there?"
"I missed it when I sorted it out."
Yu Tu looked around the house and asked, "Where is my earliest desktop computer?"
Yu's mother thought for a while, "You said no, the machine is getting old and moved to the downstairs bicycle garage."
Yu Tu asked her for the garage key, went downstairs and brought up the desktop, Yu's mother brought a rag to help him wipe the dust: "It's been a long time since the computer, how can I find it out? When we sell old TV sets, we should let others take them together, occupying space, but they can’t sell for dozens of dollars.”
Yu Tu smiled, "Don't."
Then he said: "The monitor can be sold, the main box is kept."
The computer has been useless for too long, and the startup program is extremely slow. Yu's mother has left, and Yu Tu watched the screen slowly light up, and the distant, infinite starry desktop appeared in front of him.
He adjusted the settings, connected to the network, and then opened qq.
His mobile phone QQ is always on, and naturally no new information will pop up on the computer, but this computer has old chat records from ten years ago.
He stared for a moment before looking for Qiao Jingjing's number and clicking on the chat log.
A series of cute fonts in pink jumped into view.
Exactly the font she would use. Yu Tu was not surprised, and the corner of his mouth couldn't help but bend. But when he started to read the content in the chat log, the smile began to become awkward.
He was so cool back then.
The answers are always extremely concise, revealing a bit of polite perfunctory, and even once she asked a too basic question about the speed of the first universe, he directly suggested her to go to Baidu.
He didn't reply immediately after that.
But she persisted and worked tirelessly to find topics.
for example-
"I saw you discussing the gap in space technology between China and the United States on the forum. Are we really that far from them >_