Rebirth of Northland Technology

December 9, 2019. Singapore. Central Hospital.

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The hospital is bustling, and several people are surrounded by a middle-aged man.

"SIR! SIR?"

A fat female care worker tried to help people helped people.

"father!"

Yongxing was shaken by a while, and it was slightly dark.

"Tingting ?!"

"You can wake up. You are really shameful!

Looking at someone else's blood, actually fell! "

Cheng Ting disadvantaged. The surroundings are her classmates and parents, let her have no face.

"How many?"

"No. 9! Forget it, don't continue to be shameful, go home."

Cheng Ting simply pulled up the father who has not yet awake, escaping outward.

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Yishun No. 11 Street, Big Dash 435, home.

"There is something, I want to discuss with you."

Yongxing turned in the house for a long time, or I felt that I would like to talk about the brigade.

"What's wrong? Why is it so serious?

Blood did not present, there is no relationship. Sainting is not a big problem. "

Liu Wei discovered that since after he participated in the social activities with his daughter, her husband had been a heavyweight. He is still unhappy than a daughter who lost his face.

"I did a dream for these two days."

"Yes? What did you dream?"

"Dream, I became a physicist."

"Really?

Are you almost fifty, and I don't forget about the report of the newspaper volunteer?

My parents have been dead for many years. Also should put it down. "

"I don't complain this."

"What do you do with it?"

"I am in my dreams, I put forward a few new theories, I want to verify it, and the experiment has not been done yet, I wake up."

The verification experiment of high-dimensional particles, and it is also a horses in Yongxing.

As a result, he was back.

It's not only familiar, strange, and Yongxing actually has a feeling of an endless feel.

The goal of hard work is so easy to achieve, how do you get the remaining life?

"Then? What do you want to do?"

"I want to put a few experiments and continue."

"You want to do it, you are so old, you have to ask me?"

"But this experiment, a little dangerous, want to ask for your opinion."

Cheng Yongxing is serious.

"Can you happen?"

"If you are not careful, you can reject the universe back to the prototype, the whole world will be destroyed, the earth and human beings will die."

Yongxing or even doubt, because the experiment is too dangerous, the world is afraid, kick him back.

"Oh, is this dangerous?"

Liu Weiyi mouth.

"But there is no relationship. As long as you think it, you will do it. I will always be with you."

Liu Wei simply put down the bowl of brush in his hand, with a wet hand, grabbed his husband's arm. Attempting to express the so-called firm support with the power of the limbs.

"Experiment, still spend a lot of money."

"I have to spend money? How much?"

Liu Wei's tone, significantly higher.

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Forest building, fourth floor, lazer computer store.

"I want to buy 50 sets of I7cpu. And supporting memory, motherboard, high performance graphics card."

The strange guest has taken a list.

"50 sets? What do you want to do?"

The shop owner heard it, stood up.

50 sets of I7 and high-end graphics cards, coupled with the corresponding network configuration, cabinet, total price exceeding 300,000 new coins.

This is a price of a three-way group house.

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Yushun No.11 Street, big card 435.

"Dad! The power is tripped!"

The scream of the girl can hear it downstairs.

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2020, January 8, Beijing, X.

"Small, how come you? Why didn't you send a message in advance?"

Zhao Meng, who is the image of middle-aged big sister, walked into the door guard.

"If you send a message, I am worried, I will come back."

This is a very careful care, especially when going to the customs.

"What happened?"

"Nothing, noon, I want you, big brother, there is still a few, eat together."

"How can you let you please guest? Since you come to Beijing, how can I ask.

I am going to call people now, call the students in Beijing! "

Yongxing has never been coming several times, this is probably the first time for more than a decade.

"No, just a few."

Yongxing reached out.

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Natural home, hotel room.

"Yongxing, what are you doing, so mysterious? Don't say hello before, come back, don't tell others."

Gu Yuan, I jealous.

He is not a bedroom with Cheng Yongxing, it is not very familiar. This lunch, a collected classmates are working in the aerospace system.

"Take something for you."

Yongxing took out a cyan plate and put a iron spoon to the top.

"Tray? Or a spoon? This spoon is a hotel."

Gu Yuan picked up the spoon in front of him, which was more than.

Well, it's exactly the same.

"Slightly." Cheng Yongxing opened the notebook with your belongings. With a burst of tapping, the spoon suddenly floated, and flashed with faint glory.

"Is this awkward?

A room is stunned.

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Harbin, Songhexuan.

A group of people stand in front of Feng Yan Tomb.

Hao Yunli walked forward, pulled a sense of silence, and she would not be willing to leave the middle-aged man.

"We should go, there are still many things."

Hao Yunli took the proud dream fund in Zhang Jun Technology, and now it is a colleague.

"You don't have been sad. Feng Yan has been so many years, she wants you to remember her, and come to see her, be very happy."

Zhao Mengjia also persuaded.

All 89 students were tested, and they were back, they were back, and they were a shortage.

"Walking, Zhang Yan, deputy principal is still waiting for us."

The trip for a while will be a busy school. Because of the next project, there is a large number of aerospace-related techniques and content, such as the construction of the space warehouse. Cheng Yongxing does not want to cooperate with official, decided to return to the mother school and look for help.

"No. She is still alive."

Yongxing finally raised his head.

"This project is that she is done with me."

Many things, Yongxing is unable to come out, all of which are Feng Yan's outside. Only she can serve.

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"My daughter, she is still alive?"

The back of the crowd, there is a female voice, passing.