Hello, Mr. Major General

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

Huo Shaoheng has always been steadfast, his joy and anger are invisible.

But at this moment, in front of me was my grandfather who died in pain in the big bang more than 20 years ago, and behind him was my mother, who had never experienced that period of painful torment for 18 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 in the virtual game, he still felt it was worth it.

Suppressing the sourness in his heart, Huo Shaoheng nodded his head and said: "Mr Song, the Spring Festival is good."

Song Haichuan on the opposite side showed a satisfied smile and nodded and said, "The Spring Festival is good, this year I want to stay with you to keep the year old, can I?"

"Of course." Huo Shaoheng was slightly startled.

Is this the wish of his grandfather Song Haichuan?

Not only to give your grandson an 18-year-old coming-of-age gift, but also want to celebrate the New Year with them?

Is this the scene that the eighteen-line source code wants to show?

It's also very similar to the wish buried in his heart when he was a teenager...

When the game is here, the scene in front of me begins to lose its color and gradually becomes darker 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 was thoughtful as he cast his gaze on the computer that had just shown the end of the game Demo on the blue screen.

...

Just after dawn the next day, Song Jinning woke up and found that Lu Yuan had gotten up.

She checked her watch. It was more than two hours before the two woke up, but she quickly got out of bed to wash and came to the restaurant.

Lu Yuan has already cooked breakfast on the table.

Song Jinning said apologetically: "You got up so early today, is there something else? Or I can go alone."

Lu Yuan smiled and said: "Just to accompany you. Let's eat, we will go after we finish."

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

The courtyard house on the second ring of the imperial capital was passed down from Song Jinning’s family ancestors, and her name is now written on the real estate certificate.

But she has never returned since the experiment failed and was shocked and injured.

Gu Nianzhi helped her heal the disease the year before last, and she never came back.

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

But this time, she could no longer escape.

...

Lu Yuan turned the car into the 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, extending to the front of a light gray gatehouse.

The gray wall tiles were covered with green creepers, and the vermilion door had been painted off and looked dull, but it contrasted with the bright creepers, and had a beauty of contrasting colors.

Song Jinning got out of the car, just in time to hear a loud pigeon whistle.

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

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

Since working 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 hadn't been used for a long time from her handbag and went to unlock the old-fashioned lock on the door.

I don't know if the lock is too old or her hand strength is insufficient. After trying several times, she couldn't put the key in the lock cylinder.

Lu Yuan looked at it for a while, took the key from her hand, and said softly: "I'm coming."

His hands were steady and strong, and soon the lock was opened, and he pushed the door open.

The door frame creaked, and a little dust fell.

Song Jinning didn't care and walked in immediately.

Inside is a small patio 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 well has been sealed.

A vine stand was built on the east side of the yard without any care, and the vines had withered.

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

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

A thick layer of ash accumulated on the ground, and a footprint was clearly identifiable as soon as he walked.

Song Jinning went around the room, and soon found that under the desk by the window, there was an old-fashioned 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 a child, 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 young. From the beginning of her memory, she had been dependent on her father Song Haichuan and was brought up entirely by her father.

But this does not mean that she has no feelings 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.

I don't know how many times the rattan box has been rubbed, and it has a kind of texture.

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

"This is the lock my father changed later, and the password was set together by us." Song Jinning said in a low voice, his eyes were already getting wet.

Lu Yuan did not speak, but accompanied her quietly.

Song Jinning took a deep breath and opened the box.

The contents are very simple, most of them are the relics of her mother.

A bead flower, the pearl has turned yellow, and a jade comb, the texture of the jade is very ordinary, with cracks hidden.

There are also a few silk kerchiefs embroidered with a pattern of less than ten thousand characters and then a thick stack of letters, written with old-fashioned envelopes and brushes.

Each letter reads "My Wife Huaizhen Collection".

Song Jinning said in surprise, "My mother's name is Huaizhen. Are these letters my father wrote to my mother?"

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

There is no stamp of the post office on it, and no stamps.

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

"Huaizhen,

How are you?

Aning was three years old today. She asked me where her mother was and emphasized to me not to deceive her with those deceiving children.

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

The letter is very short, just like recording daily trivia, and Song Haichuan is a standard scientist thinking, and there is no excessive rhetoric.

Every sentence is unpretentious.

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

"Huaizhen,

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

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

You can't eat it. I'll eat it for you. It tastes good."

Song Jinning looked at these letters, as if seeing the bits and pieces of his life with his father, unable to control himself for a while, reading them one by one.

"Huaizhen,

Aning is six years old. On the first day of school, she came back and told me that she didn't want to go to the first grade, she was going to the third grade.

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

If you were still alive, would you be happy to see our daughter so smart?

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

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

I love you and I also love you to give me the most precious gift in this world, our daughter."

Song Jinning loosened her hand and the letter paper slowly fell. She looked at Lu Yuan in tears, and said with a choked voice, "...I don't know...I thought my father had only experiments in his heart...I always follow my father as an example...I In fact, he is far behind..."

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

Just as he packed 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 was Song Haichuan's handwriting. Lu Yuan's heart sank, staring at the paper, unable to look away.