So this was the meaning of those 18 lines of source code?
Huo Shaoheng had always been calm and composed. He didn't show his emotions on his face.
But at this moment, in front of him was his grandfather, who had died in pain in the big explosion more than 20 years ago. Behind him was his mother, who had been in her prime and had yet to experience those 18 years of pain and torture.
He suddenly felt that his life was complete.
If the faint regrets and unhappiness in his youth were all for this moment of reunion, even if it was in a virtual game, he still felt that it was worth it.
Suppressing the sourness in his heart, Huo Shaoheng nodded heavily and said, "Old Song, Happy New Year."
Song Haichuan smiled in satisfaction and nodded. "Happy New Year. I want to stay up with you this year. Is that okay?"
"Of course." Huo Shaoheng was slightly stunned.
Could this be his grandfather Song Haichuan's wish?
Not only did he want to give his grandson an 18th birthday present, but he also wanted to stay up with them for the New Year?
Was this the scene that the 18 lines of source code wanted to show?
It was quite similar to the wish that he had buried in his heart when he was young..
At this point in the game, the scene in front of him began to lose color and gradually became gray and blurry.
Song Haichuan and Song Jinning's images also slowly disappeared.
Huo Shaoheng stood in his study and slowly took off the game helmet.
Huo Shaoheng looked at the computer where the blue screen showed that the game demo had ended. He was deep in thought.
..
The next day at dawn, Song Jinning woke up and found that Lu Yuan had already woken up.
She looked at her watch. It was more than two hours earlier than usual, but she still quickly got out of bed to wash up and go to the dining room.
Lu Yuan had already prepared breakfast and placed it on the table.
Song Jinning said apologetically, "You woke up so early today. Is there something else? Why don't I go alone? "
Lu Yuan smiled and said, "It's just to accompany you. Eat, we'll go after eating. "
Song Jinning smiled at him and silently finished her breakfast. Then, she drove into the city with Lu Yuan.
The courtyard house in the imperial capital's Second Ring Road was passed down from Song Jinning's family. Her name was now written on the property ownership certificate.
However, she had never returned since she was injured and mentally deranged from the failed experiment.
The year before last, Gu Nianzhi had treated her illness, but she had never returned.
Because she couldn't stand the sadness and sadness of the past.
But this time, she couldn't run away anymore.
..
Lu Yuan turned the car into the alley.
The alley was very narrow, but it was still wide enough for a car to pass in one direction. The bluestone road had the precipitation of time, and it extended all the way to the front of a light gray gate.
The gray wall tiles were covered with green creepers. The vermilion door's paint had already peeled off, making it look dark. However, it contrasted well with the bright creepers, creating a beautiful contrast.
When Song Jinning got out of the car, she heard a loud whistle.
He raised his head and saw a few grey pigeons flying across the blue sky.
Lu Yuan also got out of the car and walked to Song Jinning's side. He said with emotion, "This is Elder Song's home?"
Ever since he started working with Song Haichuan, he had never seen him return home.
Song Jinning nodded slightly. "Come in."
She took out a brass key from her purse that she had not used in a long time and opened the old-fashioned lock.
She didn't know if the lock was too old or if she didn't have enough strength, but she couldn't insert the key into the lock after trying several times.
Lu Yuan looked at it for a while, then took the key from her hand and said gently, "I'll do it."
His hand was steady and powerful. Soon, the lock was unlocked, and he pushed the door open.
The door frame creaked, and some dust fell from it.
Song Jinning didn't care and immediately walked in.
There was a small courtyard inside. In the middle, there was a stone table and three stone stools. There was a well in the southwest corner of the courtyard. It hadn't been used for many years, and the mouth of the well had been sealed.
There was a grape rack on the east side of the courtyard. No one took care of it, and the grape vines had long withered. A few dead branches were placed on the rack, and they actually looked a little like ancient vines.
Song Jinning turned a blind eye to all of this. She walked straight to the door of the main room where her father lived, pushed the door open, and walked in.
The things inside were almost empty. The door wasn't locked, and no one came in.
There was a thick layer of dust on the ground, and every step she took left a clear footprint.
Song Jinning walked around the room and soon found an old-fashioned rattan box under the desk by the window. It looked like it was at least 50 years old.
She looked at the rattan box and said faintly, "This is my mother's dowry. When I was young, I often saw my father sitting in the courtyard, stroking this box with one hand while drinking tea."
Lu Yuan knew that Song Jinning's mother had died early. From the time she could remember, she and her father, Song Haichuan, had depended on each other for survival. Her father had brought her up.
But this didn't mean that she didn't have feelings for her mother.
On the contrary, under Song Haichuan's influence for many years, Song Jinning still had a strong sense of admiration for her absent mother.
The rattan box had been stroked countless times, and it felt like it was wrapped in paste.
She half-squatted down and dragged the rattan box out. She touched the password lock and entered the password.
"This was changed by my father later. We even set the password together," Song Jinning said in a low voice. Her eyes were already starting to moisten.
Lu Yuan didn't say anything and quietly accompanied her.
Song Jinning took a deep breath and opened the box.
The things inside were very simple. Most of them were her mother's belongings.
There was a hairpin, the pearls had already turned yellow. There was a jade comb, the texture of the jade was very ordinary, and there were faint cracks.
There were also a few silk handkerchiefs embroidered with less than ten thousand characters. Then there was a thick stack of letters, written in old-fashioned envelopes with a brush.
On each letter was written, "My wife, Huai Zhen, received."
Song Jinning said in surprise, "My mother's name is Huai Zhen. Are these letters from my father to my mother?"
Lu Yuan glanced at them and said, "… None of these letters have been sent."
There was no post office seal on them, nor were there any stamps.
Song Jinning was slightly stunned. She looked at them silently for a while and realized that the envelopes of these letters weren't sealed. She couldn't help but take out the letters inside and read them.
"Huai Zhen,
How are you?
Ah Ning is three years old today. She asked me where her mother was and emphasized to me not to lie to her with those words that were meant to trick children.
She's only three years old, but she already knows which words are meant to trick children. She's really smart. "
The letter was very short, as if it was a record of daily trivia. Moreover, Song Haichuan had a standard scientist's thinking, so he didn't use too much rhetoric.
Every word was simple and unadorned.
Song Jinning couldn't help but open another letter.
"Huai Zhen,
Today is your birthday. It's a pity that I can't celebrate your birthday anymore.
But I remember that every year on your birthday, I will cook a bowl of longevity noodles for you.
You can't eat it, so I ate it on your behalf. It's very delicious. "
Song Jinning looked at these letters and seemed to see the bits and pieces of her and her father's life back then. For a moment, she couldn't control herself and continued reading one letter after another.
"Huai Zhen,
Ah Ning is six years old. On her first day of school, she came back and told me that she didn't want to go to the first grade. She wanted to go to the third grade.
I took her to take the grade skipping exam, and she got full marks and went straight to the fourth grade.
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 lose your life because of it.
I'm very sad to lose you, but I won't vent my anger on her.
I love you, and I also love the most precious gift you left me in this world, our daughter. "
Song Jinning's hand loosened, and the letter slowly fell to the ground. She looked at Lu Yuan with tears streaming down her face and choked as she said, "… I don't know … I thought that my father only had experiments in his heart … I've always looked up to my father as a role model … I'm actually far inferior to him …"
Lu Yuan hugged her in his arms and comforted her as he helped her put the opened letter back into the box.
Just as he was packing up the last letter, another piece of paper fell out from inside. There were lines of source code written on it!
It was all handwritten, and it was obvious that it was Song Haichuan's handwriting. Lu Yuan's heart sank as he stared at the piece of paper, unable to look away.
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