MTL - Hello, Mr. Major General-Chapter 2215 Paper short love

It turns out that this is the meaning of the eighteen lines of source code?

Huo Shaoheng has always been firm and steady, and his emotions are invisible.

But at this moment, in front of him was his grandfather who died painfully in the big bang more than 20 years ago. Behind him was his mother who had been magnificent and had not experienced the painful torture of 18 years.

He suddenly felt that his life was complete.

If the slight regrets and disappointments in his youth were for the reunion at this moment, even in virtual games, he still felt worth it.

Suppressing the sourness in his heart, Huo Shaoheng focused his head and said, "Song Lao, good Spring Festival."

Song Haichuan on the other side smiled with satisfaction and then nodded: "Good Spring Festival, I want to go to the old age with you this year, can you?"

"Of course you can." Huo Shaoheng was slightly surprised.

Could this be the wish of his grandfather Song Haichuan?

Not only is it an eighteen-year-old gift for your grandchildren, but you also want to celebrate the New Year with them?

Is this the scene that the eighteen lines of source code want to show?

It is similar to the wish that was buried in his heart when he was a boy ...

When the game is here, the scene in front of it starts to lose its color and gradually become dim.

The images of Song Haichuan and Song Jinning also slowly disappeared.

Huo Shaoheng stood in his study and slowly took off the game helmet.

Looking at the computer that just showed the end of the game Demo on the blue screen, Huo Shaoheng thoughtfully.

...

The day after dawn, Song Jinning woke up and found that Lu Yuan had got up.

She looked at her watch, which was more than two hours earlier than usual, but she quickly got out of bed to wash and came to the restaurant.

Lu Yuan has prepared breakfast on the table.

Song Jinning said apologetically, "Are you up so early today, is there anything else? Or I can go alone."

Lu Yuan smiled and said, "Just to accompany you. Eat, let's go after we eat."

Song Jinning smiled at him, silently finished breakfast, and drove into the city with Lu Yuan.

The courtyard house in the second ring of the imperial capital was passed down by Song Jinning's ancestor, and her name is now written on the real estate certificate.

But she has never returned since the experiment failed and she was hit by a mental disorder.

Gu Nianzhi helped her cure the disease the year before, and she never returned.

Because I can't stand the sadness and sadness of touching the scene.

But this time, she couldn't escape.

...

Lu Yuan turned his car into the alley.

The alley is very narrow, but it also allows a car to pass in one direction. Qingshiban Road has years of sedimentation, extending to the front of a light gray gatehouse.

The grey wall tiles are covered with green creepers. The vermilion gates have been painted and look dull, but they contrast with the bright creepers and have a contrasting beauty.

Song Jinning got out of the car and just heard a loud pigeon whistle.

He looked up and saw several grey pigeons flying over the blue sky.

Lu Yuan also got out of the car, went to Song Jinning, and said with emotion: "This is Song's home?"

He has never seen him return to his home since he cooperated with Song Haichuan.

Song Jinning nodded slightly, "Come in."

She took a long-used brass key from her handbag and opened the old-fashioned lock on the door.

I don't know if the lock is too old or her hand strength is insufficient. I tried several times and couldn't put the key into the lock cylinder.

Lu Yuan looked for a moment, took the key from her, and said gently, "I'm coming."

His hands were steady and strong, and soon locked, he pushed the door open.

The door frame creaked, and a little dust fell.

Song Jinning didn't care and immediately went in.

There is a small patio with a stone table in the middle and three stone stools. There is a water well in the yard near the southwest corner. It has not been used for many years, and the wellhead has been sealed.

A vine stand was set up on the east side of the yard. No one took care of it. The vines had long since withered, and a few dead branches were put on the shelves, which looked a bit like ancient vines.

Song Jinning turned a blind eye to all this, went directly to the door of the main house where his father lived, and pushed in.

The contents were almost evacuated long ago, and the door was unlocked and no one came in.

There was a thick layer of ash on the ground, and it was a footprint as soon as it walked away.

Song Jinning turned around the room, and soon found that under the window desk, there was an old rattan box, which looked at least fifty years old.

She looked at the rattan box and said quietly, "This is my mother's dowry. When I was young, I often saw my father sitting in the patio, rubbing the box with one hand while drinking tea."

Lu Yuan knew that Song Jinning's mother had died prematurely. From the moment she remembered, she was dependent on her father, Song Haichuan, who was born by her father.

But this does not mean that she has no relationship with her mother.

On the contrary, under the influence of Song Haichuan for many years, Song Jinning still has a strong admiration for the absent mother.

The rattan box did not know how many times it had been capped, and it had a kind of paste 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. The password was set by us." Song Jinning whispered, his eyes began to wet.

Lu Yuan didn't speak, and quietly stayed with her.

Song Jinning took a deep breath and opened the box.

The contents are simple, most of which are her mother's relics.

A pearl flower, the pearl has become yellow, a jade comb, the texture of jade is very ordinary, with cracks.

There are also a few silk embroidery embroidered with 4D characters and then a thick letter, written in old-style envelopes and brushes.

In each letter, "My wife is pregnant with the truth".

Song Jinning said in surprise: "My mother's name is Huai Zhen. These are letters from my father to my mother?"

Lu Yuan glanced and said, "... these letters have not been sent."

There is no post office seal and no stamps.

Song Jinning watched for a while, and found that the envelopes of these letters were not sealed, and he couldn't help pulling out the stationery inside and looking up.

"Huazhen,

How are you?

Aning is three years old today. She asked me where her mother was, and emphasized to me not to lie to her with those words.

She was only three years old, and she knew which words were lie to children. She was really smart. "

The letter is short, just like recording daily chores, and Song Haichuan is the standard scientist's thinking without too much rhetorical rendering.

Every sentence is plain and simple.

Song Jinning couldn't help but opened another letter.

"Huazhen,

Today is your birthday, but unfortunately I can't give you another birthday.

But I remember that every year when you celebrate your birthday, I will cook a bowl of longevity noodles for you.

You ca n’t eat it. I eat it for you. It tastes great. "

Song Jinning looked at the letters, as if he saw every bit of his life with his father. He couldn't control himself for a while and read it one by one.

"Huazhen,

Aning is six years old. She went to school on the first day and came back to tell me that she did n’t want to go to first grade, she wanted to go to third grade.

I took her to take the skipping exam, and as a result, she went directly to the fourth grade with a perfect score.

If you are still alive ~ www.novelbuddy.com ~ Would you be happy to see our daughter so smart?

I know you don't regret giving birth to her, even if it's because of her death.

I am sad to lose you, but I will not anger her.

I love you, and I love you for giving me the most precious gift in the world, our daughter. "

Song Jinning's hand was loose, and the stationery slowly dropped. She looked at Lu Yuan with tears in her face and choked and said, "... I don't know ... I thought my father only had experiments ... I always used my father as an example ... I It ’s far worse than him ... ”

Lu Yuan held her in her arms and comforted her, while helping her put the opened letter back.

Just as he packed up the last letter, another piece of paper fell out of it, with lines of source code written on it!

It was all handwritten. At first glance, it was Song Haichuan's handwriting. Lu Yuan's heart sank. He stared at the paper and couldn't look away.

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