Actually together

This program comes to find people, but to find this code through extremely ordinary means?

Jiang Feng must have uninstalled this program directly.

According to the part of the program that is now compiled, I am almost sure that the code I have in hand is not much, at most it can reach one-fifth of the entire program. The good news is that this code is so important and precious that it cannot be copied Backup and replace.

Now, it's in my head.

It is my urging talisman, and it is also my urge.

I lay down on the bed at once, closed my eyes slightly, clenched my fists, put them on my head and tapped lightly.

what should I do?

Lines of code appeared in front of my eyes like on the screen, and characters jumped and displayed in front of the cursor.

First of all, "Li Feng", I have to determine which side he is from - if he is from Guoan, then it is okay to treat him as Zhang Quan; if he is not from Guoan, then I have already been exposed.

Now that it has been exposed, there is no such thing as a warning.I don't have to wait for them to come to me at all, but I can find a way to go directly to the door and delete the program.

The matter has come to this point, and it is no longer possible for me to imagine that everything will be fine if I hand over the procedure to Guoan as I did at the beginning.

I fell asleep drowsily, and woke up around noon the next day. Zhou Qichong didn't come back all night, and there was no message on the phone.

I dizzily heated up the meal and ate it, translated a piece of code, and decided to go to the company after thinking about it.

When I got downstairs, I suddenly remembered something, and I went back to the stairs and stood there watching for a while—all the national security personnel who had been monitoring me before were gone.

I can't imagine what this change means, and I don't dare to think too much about it.If Zhou Qichong was here, he would definitely tell me that those people had gone to lunch, and told me not to think so much, and then secretly went to find someone to investigate clearly.

Thinking this way, I tried to dial Zhou Qichong. After a few calls, Zhou Qichong answered with a drowsy voice, probably because the meeting was too late and he fell asleep in their dormitory.

I told him about the disappearance of the people from Guoan, and casually mentioned my guess about Li Feng.

Zhou Qichong gave a "reck" and said, "Playing with Infernal Affairs."

After a pause, he seemed to wake up a bit: "Leave Li Feng's affairs alone, don't go to the company. Have you taken the medicine yet?"

I rubbed my forehead, agreed to "drink it", looked outside again, turned and went upstairs.

Zhou Qichong said: "The people in Guoan don't have to think so much, maybe they just went to have lunch."

I was silent for a few seconds and asked him, "Can you find Zhang Quan?"

"I can't find it," Zhou Qichong said, and seemed to start to put on his clothes carefully: "Guoan doesn't depend on us, the people we know are all from the Operations Department—don't worry, he will come out sooner or later."

Listening to his voice, I gradually calmed down. After thinking about it, I still reminded: "Be careful."

Zhou Qichong was obviously fully awake, and when he heard the words, he began to be unreliable: "My husband will come back after finishing his mission, just wait obediently when he's done—it's your turn to be careful when I come back!"

Gritting my teeth and hanging up the phone, I still heard Zhou Qichong's voice say before being cut off: "...a kiss."

Zhou Qichong can only speak properly when his mind is not clear.

When I got home, I sat in front of the computer and stared at a bunch of codes for a while, still thinking about Li Feng.

I can't get on line with Guoan now, and I basically don't know anything about the situation.

This passivity even gave me the idea of ​​directly hacking into the national security system.However, the inner ghost of Guoan still makes me a little afraid.

My mind was too messy, I didn't want to continue translating the code, so I used another computer connected to the Internet to spend time online. At this time, a message on the homepage of the news website made me focus all of a sudden——

"The internationally renowned hacker White Shark was arrested in Spain a few days ago."

Under the caption was a photo of a short, bearded man being wheeled into a police car with his hands down.

The white shark was caught.

The rabbit died and the fox was sad.

Years ago, he was still arrogantly causing the Internet to turn upside down, and now he is about to go to jail.

If the FBI's brainwashing method is good, he might become an upright world policeman in the future.

The news video is showing how the US police teamed up with the Spanish government to hunt down the white shark.

Simultaneously translated:

"Today's network security situation is getting more and more serious. Hackers are acting aggressively and are threatening everyone's life... The US government has decided to add the strategy of maintaining world network peace and security to the implementation plan... In fact, in recent months , we have established a comprehensive large-scale data analysis system, which can determine whether different vests are the same person by analyzing the behavior of hackers on the Internet-this will greatly increase our ability to hunt down 'cyber thieves' in the real world possibility."

"Through this incident, we hope that all countries will strengthen their control over cyber hackers in order to maintain the safety of their citizens."

"Don't let hackers become masters of the web."

The spotlights kept flashing, and the person in charge of "Operation Shark Hunt" finished speaking, bowed deeply, and left through the side door.

I turned off the video and looked at the tall buildings built by the comments, speechless.

The arrest of White Shark was just like when he raided the websites of major companies around the world, causing a lot of trouble.At first, the Honker forum scolded the United States like an explosion, and then fell silent overnight.

Japan, South Korea, and several European countries have successively issued statements to boycott hackers and severely punish hackers.

This contradiction that has always been hidden, is now completely detonated with the in-depth development of the Internet age and the white shark incident.

Hackers are similar to rangers and generally do not associate with the court, so they are also called Jiangyang robbers.

Hackers have mastered the advanced technology of the Internet, but they do not associate with the current ruling class. Now that the Internet is getting deeper and deeper, they will naturally be rejected-when people rely on something but have no ability to control it, they will reject everything. Someone who can handle something like this.

Such as the Internet, such as hackers.

For a while, in some countries, there was even a situation where hackers were at risk.

The situation in Huaxia is better, but it still caused many active hackers to disappear.

For me, this doesn't really affect me much. I'm more concerned about Zhou Qichong not coming back.

Zhou Qichong did not come back for three days.

At the beginning of my call, someone told me that the task was extended, but then I couldn't get through.Using the program to track the location of the mobile phone is in the military area-of course it is impossible for them to carry mobile phones when performing tasks.

He's been in this situation before, missing for days, but this time—perhaps too many things—made me feel particularly bad.

I went to the military region to find someone, and the other party's answer was so official that it was almost indifferent: "Execute the mission."

I couldn't bear it anymore, and hacked into the military area system against the wind. However, I didn't know the time and place. I only knew Zhou Qichong, and I didn't even know his serial number.

The last time I called his mobile phone, five days after he left, his mobile phone was shut down, and I lost contact with him completely.

I dialed his number all night like I was masochistic, staring at the ceiling, listening to the cold female voice tell me that the number has been shut down, and drove to the Imperial Capital Special Military Region early the next morning.

"I want to see your officer." I said to the soldier at the door.

Xiaobing had a headache and said, "Brother, why are you here again? I told you it was impossible."

I spread my hands: "Then tell me what task you will perform on the night of the eighth."

Xiao Bing said sincerely: "I really don't know, hey, brother, don't do this, beware of being shot."

I jumped down from the door and endured it for a long time before suppressing my anger: "I don't have the right to know?"

"Only family members." Xiaobing said.

"I am his family member." I said angrily.

"Certificate." Xiaobing was stern and impartial.

I'm at a loss for words.

I have no documents to prove my relationship with Zhou Qichong, and it is even impossible in this life.

The little soldier let out an "ah" and sincerely asked for advice: "Brother, who are you? Just bring your ID and I'll take you in."

I gritted my teeth and said angrily, "I'm his man! Huaxia won't issue a certificate! How do you want me to prove it?! His mother passed away last month, and now he's my family member! Doesn't he die? tell me?!"

The little soldier stood there dumbfounded.

I felt a little uncomfortable after yelling, and looked at him out of breath: "I want to go in."

Xiaobing was startled by me, and said awkwardly: "You, you wait, I'll ask."

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I couldn't distinguish the mark of military rank, I only knew that the little soldier went inside and called the middle-aged man to be a colonel.

Everyone in the room withdrew, only me and this colonel who was writing something with his head down.

He wrote for 3 minutes, then casually looked up at me: "Sit. Whose family?"

"Zhou Qichong." I replied.

"Well," he squinted his eyes and nodded: "I brought him in when he came in. In the past two years, he didn't train well for his mother, and he ran outside all day... Who are you?"

The colonel glanced over and paused: "Are you Shen Jiangyou?"

I was surprised, and quickly nodded in agreement.

The colonel looked at me for a few seconds, his expression changed, and then he laughed and said, "You are... quite courageous."

I looked at him calmly: "Colonel, I came here to get news from Zhou Qichong. If you would let me know at your convenience, I would be very grateful."

The colonel leaned back lazily on the back of the chair, looked down at a pen on the table that was coated with a layer of golden light by the sun, and said casually for a while: "You have no right to know."

He glanced at me lightly, with some contempt in his eyes: "For soldiers, if there are relatives, they must fulfill the obligation of filial piety out of righteousness, but if there are no relatives, life belongs to the country—you are not his family."

I didn't want to argue with him too much about this issue, so I got up and saluted: "Colonel, would you tell me that it's your business. I came in because I wanted to go through the normal procedure. If this way doesn't work, I'll just Can go out of my way."

"This is the army, not a place where you can run wild." The colonel's tone sank: "I'm not Zhou Qichong's bastard, I will hold you and endure you."

He obviously knows a lot about my affairs with Zhou Qichong, and he probably thinks that I dragged Zhou Qichong down this detour. In his eyes, I may be a tool boy who doesn't know the heights of the world, and a disgusting homosexual.

I looked straight into his eyes without showing any weakness: "Master Colonel, if you want to find out more clearly, you can go to Guoan to ask—I know you have hundreds of ways to trick me, but the people in Guoan may not Let me die easily."

The colonel was furious, and shouted, "Come on!" He stared at me for a while, let out a breath, and said slowly, "Take him to room A-411 to watch."

I thought I would be taken to some kind of dark room, but instead I was taken directly to Zhou Qichong's dormitory. There were two bunk beds in the dormitory, but there was no one there, the quilts were squarely folded, and the windows were bright and clean.

The bed was marked with a name, and there was a sticker behind Zhou Qichong's name, which I had drawn in a raffle when I used to recharge the phone bill, and gave it to him casually.

Mickey and Minnie are holding hands and laughing.

It seems that the colonel, who looks annoying, is actually acceptable.

Zhou Qichong once commented on his chief before: "Tough mouth, bad temper—but in fact, I won't make things difficult for you, just being too polite—that's not good."

Zhou Qichong doesn't like people who are particularly well-mannered, God knows how he stayed in the army for so long.

Zhou Qichong's bed was facing the window, and it was very hard to lie on, but it made me feel a little relieved.I lay on the bed and played with the zipper on his pillow for a while, then stared blankly at the ceiling for a while, until a soldier brought lunch.

"Thank you." I took the food and saw that the little soldier didn't move, so I asked, "What's wrong? How long will I be locked up?"

The little soldier moved his lips, and then read aloud to me word by word: "The colonel said that he will not let you out until he finds out." He paused, with a strange expression on his face: "If you are lying He, he will, nèng kill you."

I laughed, and imitated the tone of Xiaobing's message, and replied: "Thank you, he won't have a chance to kill (nèng) me."

If I prove the value of me and my head to Guoan through the army, not only can I find Zhou Qichong, but maybe I can get an extra layer of protection—the inner ghost of Guoan still exists, but I don’t want to deal with him anymore.

Anyway, I'm already in the quagmire, and I can't escape because of a little luck.In fact, the most important reason is that if there is some fear that overrides everything, then nothing matters.

I'm afraid something will happen to Zhou Qichong.

I was afraid that he would leave silently like my father, and I, who knew nothing about the process, would end up with a final outcome.

I know it's impulsive, and there's probably nothing I can do if I know about him.

But I don't want to skip to the ending without knowing anything.

The time Jiang Feng gave me was enough.

In fact, I discussed this topic with Zhou Qichong. At that time, Zhou Qichong smiled and said, "If there is such a day, I will hold my breath and wait to be sent back to meet you."

I knocked on his head, indicating that I was talking seriously, and then said to him: "If I want to..."

"I won't," Zhou Qichong interrupted me, and smiled: "I won't."

It is impossible for the military region to touch my computer or mobile phone, but within two days, I can go to the outer training ground to run around with the soldiers every day, or go to the practice workshop.

Personal freedom is limited, but the advantage of the military region is that three meals are scheduled, and I finally have someone watching to eat on time, so I don't have to worry about stomach acid burning holes in my stomach.

There is still no news from Zhou Qichong.I was anxious, but I had no choice but to inquire about the situation with other people overtly and secretly.

I once sneaked into the workshop and hacked into the database of the military area to find information again. When I found out, I was caught at dawn. I woke up suddenly and realized that it was a dream.

How could there be internet in the workshop?

I gradually didn't want to go out, worried that news would come but I wasn't in the dormitory, so I obediently grounded myself in the dormitory all day long.

The dormitory is not boring. Sometimes I look through Zhou Qichong’s drawers or closets, and I can look through them all day after sitting down; Sometimes I chat with the soldiers at the door, and someone knows Zhou Qichong, saying that Zhou Qichong has led their group of recruits.

He said that Zhou Qichong was better off divorced: "At that time, the instructor was just married, and his temper was very violent."

"Kicking hurts so much," said another.

"That time when our recruit training was over, we asked him to drink, and he drank alone, and when he was drunk, he muttered and wanted to go home." The man said, laughing: "He was drunk, and he couldn't find him." When we got there, we asked him where his home was, and he said we wanted to be together."

Another warned him: "How dare you say it—wait for the instructor to come back and beat you to death."

At night, the soldiers in the corridor of the dormitory came back from training noisy, and I lay alone on the bed in a daze. At [-] o'clock in the morning, there was a morning exercise call outside, and they went out talking to each other.

The longer I wait, the more miserable I am.

Zhou Qichong has been missing for nearly two weeks. The colonel finally gave me some information. The mission was successful, but there are still follow-up missions, and the specific situation needs to be kept secret.I was arranged to be sent out of the military region and returned home, where I continued to be guarded by the national security guards.

But this feeling of hanging in the air has not disappeared. I once again went through the numerous obstacles set up by the National Security Bureau to hack into the military system. After elimination, I found the most likely mission-the gray pigeon rescue operation.

The system shows that the task is still in progress.

The contact is to end the handover.

Rescue operations.

Such operations are generally to rescue hostages or to search and rescue pilots who crashed accidentally.

I hope it's the second.But if it is the second type, it must be necessary to contact and exchange news in real time.

In fact, it doesn't matter which one it is, as long as Zhou Qichong returns safely.

His disappearance is too unusual.He used to always give me an approximate deadline, but this time he only held a meeting, and then disappeared; people who knew me in the military region used to comfort me by saying that it’s okay, they’re okay, but this time I got There is only no comment; in the past, I could even use the data to analyze the number and contact channel in their system, but this time there is nothing.

Whether it is the military or the national security, the only suggestion given to me is "wait".

Guoan sent people to discuss the code with me, and I told them that of course it was possible, and I would go to Guoan by myself when Zhou Qichong came back.

They told me repeatedly that they were more tolerant of me for my father's sake, and hoped that I could take care of myself.

If I had done my own thing, I would not have approached Guoan. Now I have directly exposed myself to Guoan—Zhang Quan is not here, and there is an inner ghost.

Perhaps, all the people who should know and should not know now know that the code is in my hands, and even guessed what instructions Jiang Feng must have left for me before he died.

Jiang Feng did leave instructions for me - he asked me to memorize them and then deleted them.

I guess his complete meaning is actually to memorize this code and delete the entire program.

I think he trusts my ability too much.

I'm actually just a petty citizen.

If Zhou Qichong came back intact, I would be a good citizen, if something happened, I couldn't tell what would happen to me.

It may mean retaliating against the society, or before retaliating against the society, he was locked up in a mental hospital because of insomnia or delusions.

Zhou Qichong threw me a bunch of sleeping pills, and now I can only use them sparingly.

I took a sleeping pill and lay on the bed, playing with the buttons of Zhou Qichong’s old clothes brought out from the military area. There was thunder and lightning outside, and the trees creaked, as if they would be uprooted in the next second. rise.

Strangely, in such a noisy environment, I actually fell asleep.

I dreamed that I was climbing a very, very long staircase, and Zhou Qichong stuck his head out upstairs to make me go faster, but every time I reached the corner of the stairs, there would be a few extra steps.

Zhou Qichong leaned over to pull me, I stretched out my hand, looked up and saw Zhou Qichong turned into Zhang Quan.

I woke up suddenly, my back covered in cold sweat, and a flash of lightning outside illuminated Zhang Quan who was standing abruptly beside my bed.

Zhang Quan was covered in water and blood, giving me the feeling that he was still in a dream.

He spoke with a trembling voice: "Shen Jiangyou, I'll take you to see Zhou Qichong."

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☆, the truth comes out

I was pulled up by Zhang Quan in a daze, my hands were shaking when I buttoned the clothes, my hands slipped several times, and finally I managed to catch them.

Zhang Quan stood aside silently, and suddenly comforted me: "He is still alive."

When I heard this, my legs went limp, and I almost knelt on the ground. After gathering my mind for a while, I pushed Zhang Quan's hand out to help me, and said in a hoarse voice, "I'm going to wash my face."

I soaked my face in the cold water basin until all the air in my chest was exhausted, and then I raised my face with a "crash", my lungs were burning with pain.I stared at the pale self in the mirror, and said to myself word by word: "He's still alive."

Zhou Qichong is still alive.

I wiped my face and walked out of the bathroom, dressed neatly, looking calmly at Zhang Quan who was in a mess: "Let's go, where are you going?"

Zhang Quan didn't answer.

We got into the military vehicle and were silent all the way.

When I got out of the car, I went to pull the car door, only to find that my palm had been pierced by nails because I clenched my fist too tightly. I wiped my palm casually, and when I looked up, I saw that Colonel Zhou Qichong's instructor.

This is a military hospital.

Zhou Qichong is in the intensive care unit.

"The operation went well. The bullets were all taken out. Fortunately, the bullet in the chest didn't go through any organs. There may be a problem with a nerve in the future. If the recovery is good, it will be fine," the doctor pushed his glasses , flipping through the report in his hand: "But his chest injury is too serious, and his leg also lost a lot of blood, and he hasn't passed the critical period yet."

The colonel gave the doctor a wink, the doctor stopped talking, glanced at me quickly, closed the report, and said calmly: "If there are other situations, I will continue to report to you, Colonel."

After he finished speaking, he stood at attention and saluted, and the colonel returned the salute: "Thank you, Doctor You."

Dr. You turned to leave, then turned around and glanced at Zhang Quan: "Mr. Zhang, do you need an examination?"

"No, thank you," Zhang Quan waved his hand: "Mine are minor injuries, and I have had someone deal with them."

"Well," Dr. You warned, "don't take it lightly, lest you get to the root of the disease."

Dr. You's footsteps gradually drifted away, and the people around him also left quickly in silence. The people in the corridor suddenly dispersed, and the emptiness was so empty that it made people feel chills all over.

Zhang Quan touched my shoulder: "Shen Jiangyou?"

It took me a few seconds to realize: "I want to see him," I said to Zhang Quan with a stiff face, and then turned to the colonel: "Colonel, please let me see him."

The colonel snorted and strode away without saying anything.

Zhang Quan patted me on the shoulder and took me to be disinfected and sterilized before entering the intensive care unit.

Zhou Qichong was in a coma, wearing a breathing mask on his face, his right leg was well bandaged, two tubes were inserted into his chest, but there was no ups and downs, and the inside of one tube was bright red, and it was unclear whether it was flowing out or in. .

The machine hummed in a very low voice.

I felt like I was dreaming and couldn't even express sadness right away.

The usually energetic man with a hippie smile is lying unconscious on the bed with his eyes closed. If it weren't for the rhythmic ups and downs of the bright light on the EKG screen from time to time, I would have thought he was dead.

Zhou Qichong had never been injured so seriously.

Why did he become like this after I just fell asleep?

Zhang Quan patted my face, brought me back to my senses, half dragged and half dragged me out to take off my clothes, and handed me a cup of hot water.

I stood outside the intensive care unit, holding the thermos bottle and refusing to move. I looked in Zhou Qichong's direction with my glasses, and finally spoke to Zhang Quan directly: "Why did you come back with him?"

Zhang Quan was silent for a while, then replied: "Their task is to rescue me, and there are a few members of the national security."

I was startled, looked at him blankly, then turned my head to look in Zhou Qichong's direction, and said "Oh" meaninglessly.

Zhang Quan stood aside and watched with me. After a long time, he said: "I am the only one from Guoan who came back. The other lost a lot of blood when he came back and couldn't be saved. In Zhou Qichong's team, he was included. , only five team members survived."

I heard his voice trembling, so I turned to look at his expression.

Zhang Quan still had the usual scheming appearance, the sadness in his voice was not visible on his face, as if he was always wearing a mask.He looked at me, and suddenly smiled slightly: "Zhou Qichong helped me block a shot to become like this."

"We have analyzed this intelligent language," he continued flatly, "Go to the United States to negotiate... They planted explosives at the bottom of the mountain, and we were all trapped. The [-]th Special Forces sent people to the rescue, and fought all the way out of the encirclement. When we came out, the national security personnel were safe, and three special forces died. We rested and contacted our superiors, but the inner ghost exposed the location."

He didn't say anything about it, and I didn't ask, but just asked, "Li Feng?"

"Yes." Zhang Quan said coldly: "He is an undercover agent sent by the US to Guoan, and through the cooperation between Guoan and Huayu, he entered Huayu as a national security agent—originally just to monitor and protect you."

I felt a little dizzy, so I leaned against the wall and talked to him: "When did you change? Where is the former Li Feng?"

"His identity in Guoan was Zhong Shengyu, and he is dead now. At that time, many people shot him. I don't know who killed him. After I came back from the United States and asked you to have dinner with Li Feng, I changed people. Yours The college classmate has now changed his identity and is engaged in game development in Yaocheng without telling his father."

I fell silent.

The time when Zhong Shengyu became Li Feng was so coincidental that I was shocked—shortly after that, the old man left me a program, deleted FlyDove, cleared all traces, and left my life; I memorized the program code, packed my bags and returned to Chang Cheng met Fang Wen; then the old man became Jiang Feng, my father became a hero, and I returned to the imperial capital; Zhou Qichong took me to see Mrs. Zhou, and after more than a month, Mrs. Zhou passed away...

Now, Zhou Qichong is lying on the bed without knowing whether he is alive or dead. The reason is to save Zhang Quan, and Zhang Quan is negotiating with the United States because of the smart program in my hand. Killed Zhou Qichong, but he is dead now, except for a corpse, the same fate as my father, I can't even take revenge on anyone.

Time is like a gentle and elegant mime. I thought that as long as I hid in a corner, I was not an actor.

Now, everything is finally revealed, but the drama is far from over, and it is impossible to go back and change anything.

"Code," I said.

Zhang Quan didn't respond: "What?"

I looked up at him: "I'll give you the code—Jiang Feng gave it to me, everything."

Zhang Quan blinked, and finally pulled the corner of his mouth to show a sincere smile: "Have you thought about it?"

I looked at the dimly lit ICU and said lightly:

"In the past, I thought that some things were fate. It's not, you see," I pointed to the unconscious Zhou Qichong: "These fates have actually been decided as early as when I chose to do nothing."

"I have a psychology friend who told me about the butterfly effect; a philosophy friend who told me about the relationship between quantitative change and qualitative change; my dad used to tell me that I should do something when I live here. , come and make me look like a Chinese."

I said, looked at Zhang Quan, and sighed softly: "Sometimes, you think you are not, but you are really that little butterfly."

After Zhang Quan listened with a smile, he only said one sentence: "Shen Jiangyou, you are like your father."

"I'm not," I refused to accept such an evaluation: "He's a hero, I'm just a Chinese, all I want is to be with Zhou Qichong."

Zhou Qichong's wound was still infected, and he went to the operating room three more times within two weeks.I was terrified every time, and it was only by watching his regular electrocardiogram that I was able to settle down.

For the first time, I felt so close to death.

I dreamed of the plane that exploded. Not only my father was on board, but also Zhou Qichong and me.

So I was so terrified that I couldn't fall asleep. I woke up again and again when I was about to fall asleep, covered in cold sweat, wondering if it would be me next.

This ending is so terrible that I don't have the courage to think or deliberate.

Zhou Qichong was transferred to the general ward at the beginning of autumn, and woke up twice in the middle.

Stared at me for the first time and said: "You look really bad."

The second time I yelled at the nurse: "Damn, more anesthesia will kill you?!"

I came to Guoan as promised, sat down in front of a computer under the unkind eyes of all the technicians, calmly put ten fingers on the keyboard, took a deep breath, abandoned all the humming and laughter around me, closed my eyes, I saw the pile of codes in my mind flashing before my eyes one by one.

The composition of these codes is very delicate and beautiful. No matter how many times I read it, I still have the feeling of amazement when I first got it.

My memory of them has gone deep into my bones, and I can spell out every piece of code completely without even thinking about it.

While I was reciting, my hands kept on typing lines of code quickly.

All the people quieted down and stood motionless for nearly three hours, watching me input all the program codes into the computer in one breath.

The screen is so densely packed that it looks like a big board of chess pieces.

I finally handed over this huge monster, and I had mixed feelings for a moment, as if something had finally been unloaded, and something was tied to my body.

I wobbled when I stood up, and someone kindly helped me, and someone couldn't help but asked worriedly: "The one that leans on the back? Could there be something wrong?"

I glanced at him and said lightly, "No—I've recited it thousands of times."

As I said that, I took out the USB flash drive and handed it to the leading team leader: "Some programs my dad modified should be useful."

My father said, I live here and have this ability, so I have to do something to make me look like a Chinese—he never wanted me to be a hero.

He's just the son of a hero, so he can't be a bear.

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☆、Male God Argument

I don't have time to continue to pay attention to the matter of Guoan, but stay in the hospital every day trembling, for fear that Zhou Qichong's heartbeat will stop.

I dare not touch his chest, but sometimes I put my ear on his left shoulder while he is asleep, and feel that tiny vibration.

He once had a cardiac arrest during the rescue process.According to what Zhang Quan later said, I was in a bad state at the time—my face was pale, my hands and feet were cold, and they didn’t realize that I was suffocated until my face turned blue——Dr. rescue.

In fact, I remember that feeling, but it's not as bad as Zhang Quan said.

At that time, Dr. You was changing shifts, and when he came out, he looked tired: "It's not very good, the heartbeat has stopped, Lao Wang is trying acupuncture and is still resuscitating."

My heart stopped beating.

I knew the meaning of this sentence, but I didn't collapse or despair all of a sudden, but instantly calmed down to a state where I would be terrified even in retrospect.

My thoughts began to fly faster than I had ever done in my life, countless thoughts whizzed through my mind, and then shattered into foam before I had time to catch them.

I've seen people die, such as my father who hasn't been home for 30 years, such as Mrs. Zhou who left in the sun - when they die, they are gone, and they can't be found no matter how hard they look.

Jiang Feng's departure was too tragic, and Mrs. Zhou's departure was too peaceful.

Zhou Qichong may also leave now, like a kite, "snap" to disconnect.

I feel that in that very short period of time, I didn't think about anything, but I thought a lot.

The scenes that kept flashing in my mind were like the legendary "revolving lantern", the surroundings seemed extremely noisy and extremely silent, something rumbled past, leaving nothing but nothingness.

Will Zhou Qichong die?

When I woke up, Zhou Qichong's heartbeat resumed.

My mother used to tell me that the feeling of wanting to keep a person alive is like protecting a burning candle from the wind and rain.

I guess she was thinking of my father when she said that.

Now I only have Zhou Qichong in my head.

Zhou Qichong was in a coma after the operation, and my sanity finally came back.For the first time, I calmly thought about what I would do if the person lying next to me now really left.

Of course I will not die for love, this kind of behavior is too irresponsible and too hypocritical, because he is not the only one in my life-I still have my mother who I want to take care of.This is extremely realistic. If I were looking for death and life for him, even thinking about it would make me shudder and get goosebumps.

What's more, from a materialist point of view, the soul probably doesn't exist, and no one knows what happens after death.Maybe after I die once, I really don’t remember anything. I am alive, and I can still remember him and miss him. If I die, I can’t even dream of him.

Maybe I'll actually live with someone after my grief--a man or a woman.because yes