Chapter 2215 Short Paper and Long Love

So this is the meaning of those eighteen lines of source code?

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

But at this moment, in front of him is his grandfather who died painfully in the big bang more than 20 years ago, and behind him is his mother who was once in her prime, but has not yet experienced the pain of eighteen years.

He suddenly felt that his life was complete.

If the faint regrets and dissatisfaction in his youth were all for the reunion at this moment, even in the virtual game, he still felt it was worth it.

Suppressing the soreness in his heart, Huo Shaoheng nodded heavily and said, "Old Song, happy Chinese New Year."

Song Haichuan on the opposite side showed a satisfied smile, nodded and said, "Happy Chinese New Year, this year I want to go to watch the New Year with you, is that okay?"

"Of course." Huo Shaoheng was slightly taken aback.

Could this be the wish of his grandfather Song Haichuan?

Not only do you want to give your grandson an eighteen-year-old coming-of-age gift, 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 quite similar to the wish he had buried in his heart when he was a teenager...

At this point in the game, the scene in front of me began to lose its color and gradually became dark and blurred.

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

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

She looked at her watch, and it was more than two hours earlier than the usual time for the two of them to get up, but she still got out of bed to wash 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 business? Or I can go alone."

Lu Yuan smiled and said, "Just to accompany you. Let's eat, we'll go after eating."

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

The courtyard house on the Second Ring Road of the Imperial Capital was handed down from Song Jinning's family, and her name is now written on the real estate certificate.

But since the failure of that experiment, she was shocked, injured and mentally disturbed, and she never came back.

Gu Nianzhi cured her illness the year before last, but she never came back.

Because I can't bear the sadness and sadness that touch the scene.

But this time, she couldn't escape anymore.

...

Lu Yuan turned the car into an alley.

The alley is very narrow, but it can also allow a car to pass in one direction. The bluestone road has the precipitation of years and extends to the front of a light gray gatehouse.

The gray wall tiles are covered with green creepers, and the vermilion gate has faded paint, which looks dull, but it contrasts with the bright creepers, which has a kind of beauty of contrasting colors.

Song Jinning got out of the car when he heard a loud pigeon whistle.

Looking up, I saw a few gray homing pigeons flying across the blue sky.

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

Since he cooperated with Song Haichuan, he has never seen him go back 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 open the old-fashioned lock on the door.

I don't know if the lock is too old, or her hands are not strong enough. After several attempts, she 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 come."

His hand was steady and strong, and the lock was quickly unlocked, and he pushed the door open.

The door frame creaked, and a little dust fell.

Song Jinning didn't care and walked in immediately.

There is a small courtyard inside, with a stone table and three stone benches in the middle. There is a well in the southwest corner of the courtyard. It has not been used for many years, and the mouth of the well has been sealed.

A grape trellis was set up on the east side of the yard, but no one took care of it, and the vines withered long ago.

A few dead branches were placed on the shelf, which looked a bit like ancient vines.

Song Jinning turned a blind eye to all this, walked directly to the door of the main room where her father lived, opened the door and walked in.

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

A thick layer of dust had accumulated on the ground, and every time he walked, it was a footprint, which was clearly identifiable.

Song Jinning walked around the room, and soon found an old-fashioned rattan box under the desk by the window, which seemed to be 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 courtyard, rubbing this box with one hand, and drinking tea."

Lu Yuan knew that Song Jinning's mother had died young. From the beginning of her memory, she had been dependent on her father Song Haichuan, and she was completely brought up 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 admiration for his absent mother.

The rattan box has been rubbed countless times, and it has a pulpy texture.

She squatted down, dragged the rattan box out, touched the combination lock, and entered the combination.

"This is the lock my father changed later, and we decided on the combination together." Song Jinning said in a low voice, his eyes were already moist.

Lu Yuan didn't speak, and quietly accompanied her.

Song Jinning took a deep breath and opened the box.

The contents inside are very simple, most of which 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 are also a few silk handkerchiefs embroidered with the pattern of thousands of characters, and then a thick stack of letters, written in old-fashioned envelopes and brushes.

On each letter, it says "My Wife Huaizhen Receives Lessons".

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

Lu Yuan glanced at it and said, "... none of these letters have been sent."

There was no post office stamp on it, and no postage stamps affixed to it.

Song Jinning was slightly stunned, and looked at it silently for a while, and found that the envelopes of these letters were not sealed, so she couldn't help but pull out the letter paper inside and read it.

"Huaizhen,

Are you OK?

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

She is only three years old, and she already knows which words are 'liars to children', she is really smart. "

The letter is very short, just like recording daily trivial matters, and Song Haichuan is a standard scientist's thinking, and there is not too much rhetorical exaggeration.

Every sentence is unpretentious.

Song Jinning couldn't bear it anymore, and opened another letter.

"Huaizhen,

Today is your birthday, unfortunately I can't celebrate your birthday anymore.

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

You can't eat it, I ate it for you, it tastes good. "

Looking at these letters, Song Jinning seemed to see every detail of the life between himself and his father, and couldn't control himself for a while, reading one after another.

"Huaizhen,

Aning is six years old, she went to school on the first day, and she came back and told me that she does not want to go to the first grade, she wants to go to the third grade.

I took her to take the skipping exam, and she got a full score and went directly to the fourth grade.

If you were alive, wouldn't it be nice to see our daughter so smart?

I know you don't regret giving birth to her, even if it cost you your life.

I'm sorry to lose you, but I won't blame her.

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

Song Jinning let go of her hand, and the letter slowly fell down. She looked at Lu Yuan with tears streaming down her face, and said with a sob: "...I don't know...I thought my father only had experiments in his heart...I always take my father as an example...I In fact, it is far worse than him..."

Lu Yuan hugged her into his arms to comfort her, while helping her put the opened letter back.

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

It was all handwritten, and it was Song Haichuan's handwriting at first glance. Lu Yuan's heart sank, and he stared at the paper, unable to look away.