Actually together

I went to wait for him to have dinner together, and happened to receive a call from Xu Shichang, so after talking about it, I finally made an appointment to wait for him at the company.

Xu Shichang actually had nothing to do with me, he just wanted me to prove that I still want this job.

His computer was broken, it kept crashing, and there were a bunch of little secrets in it, so he took me in for maintenance.

I don't like helping people fix their computers, especially the boss's. If you know too much, you won't live long. Xu Shichang seems to know my concerns, and he has repeatedly guaranteed that there are absolutely no pornographic photos in his computer.

Zhang Quan didn't know how to get in, so he also came to join in the fun, and he joked casually: "It's all right, Xiao Shenxiu, you guys, Mr. Xu, come with me if you don't want you."

Xu Shichang was not angry either, he turned his head and joked with Zhang Quan hahaha.

The two of you came and went, hehehaha, the quarrel was so loud that I almost wanted to pull out the hard drive and hit them both in the face one by one.

After finally connecting to the system, I checked the code line by line to find viruses, and the two of them were still laughing.

The job is in the hands of others, and I can't make any comments on this behavior. In order to concentrate, I had to read it out word by word.

When Zhou Qichong was ushered in by the secretary, I just uttered a strange word - "ale-chi..."

"President Xu, this gentleman just now..."

"what…"

"Friend Xiao Shen... used to be..."

"…Nice to meet you…"

……

There was another person in the office, and the voices became chaotic.

I frowned and recited the command in its entirety—a flash of inspiration suddenly occurred to me, and I suddenly remembered where I had seen this strange language—it was the intelligent program.

Immediately, my hair stood on end, my brain was blank, my lips opened and closed subconsciously, and I read out the codes I had memorized, and tapped the screen unconsciously with my hands, and my eyes flew across the lines of codes, looking for this weird language between the lines... …

One sentence, two sentences... so similar to it, it is almost one.

is it.Absolutely it.

Immediately, my breath became short of breath—is this the tip of the iceberg of that procedure again?Is this a trail it left or a trap?If I have this part, will I be able to analyze the memorized part? ——even to figure out the whole program...

"My dear student, take a good look at this program and write it down, the master taught you."

"I can't say more, I'm leaving first. I'll tell you later when I have a chance, boy, take a good look, and delete it after writing it down."

"Delete command, stop execution."

"...Now we will break out an important piece of news. The flight from Los Angeles, USA...exploded over the Pacific Ocean at about 240:[-] am local time this morning. There were twelve Chinese tourists and five Chinese Americans on board. The passengers and crew members on board have been confirmed. [-] eight people have all been killed... a terrorist organization..."

……

In the photo, the man wearing slippers and grinning mischievously has not been home for 30 years because of this nonsense program.The first and last time I saw him was when I saw the burning red cloud crashing down on the TV screen, and then someone told me that your father is a hero of China.

I just felt like thunder was exploding in my head, my blood boiled up to my eardrums, I couldn’t hear anything, I couldn’t think of anything, an almost crazy idea split all my thoughts, swept everything, pulled down mountains and trees——

delete it!

"Shen Jiangyou!" Zhou Qichong patted me and pulled me up from my seat.

I suddenly woke up, pushed him and Zhang Quan away, and said excitedly: "I know what it is! I found it! Let me get it out!"

Zhang Quan shouted: "Get out - Zhou Qichong! Take him away!"

Zhou Qichong came up to pull me, and the two tried their best to push me out, as if there was a man-eating monster on that computer.

I struggled and yelled at Zhang Quan to shut up.

I can't let Guoan get that thing - they don't know anything, besides, there are ghosts in Guoan - "Let me unload it!"

Zhang Quan and Zhou Qichong worked together to get me out of the door. I pressed the door frame and panted, my eyes fixed on Zhang Quan inside the door: "...Let, let me go...you don't know let me put it...put it..."

Zhang Quan pressed one hand on the door, his face turned cold, and his tone was so indifferent:

"It's none of your business, Shen Jiangyou," he paused, looked at me, as if he couldn't bear it, but said again: "These things have nothing to do with you."

I look at him in disbelief.

He broke off my fingers one by one from the door frame, and said flatly, "This is a matter for Guoan. Leave it alone."

With a bang, the door closed in front of my eyes.

The hot blood in my head was extinguished by Zhang Quan. I didn't know whether it was because of anger or coldness, and I shivered intermittently.

I stood bewildered—how could it have nothing to do with me?

Zhou Qichong tugged at my sleeve: "It's over." He picked up his coat and put it on for me.

I opened his hand and asked hoarsely, "Why did you pull me out?"

I took a few steps back and left him, growling: "My dad died because of that thing, why can't I even watch more?!"

Zhou Qichong looked at me quietly, without arguing, until there were only the two of us left in the aisle, and only the sound of my rapid breathing remained in the air, then he slowly took a step closer: "Okay, you are not calm now, let's go back and talk about it." ,Come."

I didn't move.

He came over to wrap my coat around me, hugged me lightly, and coaxed: "Let's talk when we go back." Then he lowered his head and touched my forehead with his lips, looking straight into my eyes: "Let's go."

I was still chilling when I got home, Zhou Qichong hugged me and sat on the sofa: "Okay, I can't let you take risks," he stroked my hair: "Are you sure it's that program—don't get excited, I I’m not denying you, if it is true, it would be too coincidental that this program appeared in Xu Shichang’s computer—it still leaves traces…”

What Zhou Qichong said was true.

I didn't realize it now, I was just willing to wonder: "What do you mean?"

"They probably aren't sure where the procedure is—either in Guoan or somewhere else—Hua Yu has been in the limelight for the past two years, so it's not surprising to suspect Hua Yu." Zhou Qichong said.

I didn't say a word, and after a long time, I hummed lightly to express that I could accept this explanation.

"Zhang Quan spoke harshly, but come on," Zhou Qichong glanced at me secretly, and carefully smoothed the hair on my forehead with his index finger: "Since your father chose to enter the national security system and go to the United States, he actually..."

"Stop it," I interrupted him, "I know what you mean."

I stand up and look around in bewilderment, "I'm just, um, venting. I'm not actually… I'm just…"

Zhou Qichong also stood up, embraced me from behind, and put his lips against my ear: "Stop it, stop it, stop it." He hugged me and shook me gently from side to side: "But don't hold it in your heart, um ?”

He tilted his head and kissed my lips.

When he kissed me, his expression was more peaceful and serene than ever, and it even calmed me down.I have always liked this kind of intimacy-the lips and teeth are attached to each other, and they often give me a feeling of being dependent on each other.

"You still have me." Zhou Qichong comforted me softly.

I stroked the blue stubble on his chin, it was itchy, I couldn't help touching it again, the movements gradually became like teasing a dog.

Zhou Qichong looked at me helplessly.

I laughed: "Go and cook. I'm hungry. It's time to go to the hospital after eating."

Zhou Qichong raised his eyebrows: "Is this what your husband does?"

I felt a hard object on the side of my leg, and suddenly I became a little annoyed. I stomped on him and waved him to get out of here.

Unwillingly, Zhou Qichong bit my shoulder hard through the clothes, leaving a watermark, and I said disgustedly: "Are you grinding your teeth? Su An and her son don't do such things anymore—Zhou Qichong! Are you A dog?!"

I was so unbearable by his biting and gnawing movements, I kicked him away: "Hurry up and cook! If you don't do it, I will do it."

This threat was very useful, Zhou Qichong stretched his waist and went to the kitchen to cook.

I squinted my eyes, retreated into the room, and silenced the few lines of code I had just glanced at on Xu Shichang's computer.

This is very useful, the programming language is a very delicate thing, a little bit of error will not work.

What I have memorized is a complete part of the program, all written in the same unfamiliar language, and it is very difficult for me to understand.

However, these languages ​​are now mixed into a normal system.

This is much simpler.

As long as I know which languages ​​can be inserted in which positions of the original system, I can understand the meaning of several sentences.

The author has something to say: I, I, I know that I am too much... It's so late... Uh... I have something to go out for dinner, and I don't get home until ten o'clock [tears]

Thank you Xi Fatty for the bombardment of comments and very pertinent suggestions, as well as such a long comment (I’m really sorry today)

Do not change the previous part of your suggestion for the time being, so as not to cause strange phenomena - such as fake changes, try to change it from this chapter, supervise me to catch bugs or something, and I will change the previous one after it is finished

If you have any suggestions in the future, please don’t put them carelessly, because I have a glass heart, and the glass heart is fragile——but I have 502! !Goo, goo, goo, goo, goo!

Hey guys, collect it

The daily update time of this article is around [-] o'clock every night, and ten o'clock at the latest. If there are special circumstances... ahahahaha

☆, programming language

I needed a lot of time to sort out the few information I got. Zhou Qichong came in to see me while I was looking up books, with a freshly baked potato in his hand.

"Do you want to eat it, eat it or not," he asked, handing the potato in front of me, and blowing two breaths: "It's so hot, it smells delicious, do you want it?"

I opened the potato to find the code that could be inserted into the project creation command: "Eat it yourself... Well, it's too hot Zhou Qichong, don't make trouble, go out and play by yourself."

Zhou Qichong pointed his finger at my forehead: "Come out for dinner later, if you have stomach pains, just wait for me."

I nodded and agreed, looking for the code intently, Zhou Qichong sighed, brought the glasses over and put them on for me: "Be careful, huh?"

He didn't object, and I felt a lot better.

I am now trying to learn a programming language that I have never seen before. The grammatical rules of this language seem to be completely different from other languages. If I can get Xu Shichang's computer, I can get more things.

However, now I don't have more information, so I can only explore step by step.

It is undoubtedly good to have Zhou Qichong's default support, at least it makes me feel that I am not alone.

To my relief, Zhou Qichong hated this program more than I did. He said that an uncommunicable thing almost took up all my attention.

"Do you want to fall in love with a computer? Huh?" Zhou Qichong arranged the books I had turned over one by one: "Can I accept it?"

"No," I glanced. "The one on the side can be put away—what are you holding?—I just drank it."

Zhou Qichong went to a Chinese medicine doctor to recuperate my intestines and stomach. Besides giving his mother a massage, he also wanted to give me a massage.

I don't like to drink Chinese medicine, and I don't like him to give me a massage.

The former is because the traditional Chinese medicine is bitter, and the latter is because the smell always changes when he massages, and then I can only lie on the bed for a long time.

I told him that the acupoints to be massaged were not right, and he said that he needed to experiment a few more times.

I told him that if he really loves me, he should have a normal massage. He said calmly that it is because he really loves me that he needs this kind of massage.

I had a premonition that massage would turn into an accident like washing sheets sooner or later, so I stopped talking in time and started drinking Chinese medicine.

The western medical treatment table means that you can treat whatever is wrong, so the effect is quick - for example, if my stomach is wrong, it simply cuts off a third of it for me and throws it away. However, the consequences are also serious, and there are too many hidden dangers. Cure to the root.

In Chinese medicine treatment, it means that if you find something wrong, you can find the root and pinch it, so the effect will be slower, but the hidden danger will be less.

For me, if I recommend others to treat a disease, I recommend Chinese medicine, and if I treat myself, I still choose Western medicine - because Chinese medicine is bitter.

Zhou Qichong despised me for this: "You'd rather be stabbed at that time than take good care of me normally, wouldn't you?"

So now I have a new choice, traditional Chinese medicine is bitter, but compared with Zhou Qichong's excuse of massage from time to time, I can still tolerate Chinese medicine.

Zhou Qichong stared at me to drink medicine every day, and I calculated the program and pushed the code every day.

Seeing me push and push and only come up with a few scattered orders, he suggested that I think about what my dad taught me before: "I heard that there was such a person in Guoan before, and he said that he was so smart that he wanted to be reincarnated again—— Don't look at me like that, it's what they said," Zhou Qichong fiddled with the egg and said, "Your dad is so smart, it's impossible not to leave you any hints...Didn't he also participate in the programming of this program? — is it?"

I stood dumbfounded at the door of the kitchen and looked at him. It took me a long time to sigh in admiration: "Zhou Qichong, how did you think of that?!"

Zhou Qichong didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "You've got yourself into a dead end...Hey! Don't run away! Stop it! Don't lock the door! You need to drink medicine later!"

I ran back to the room quickly, and was so excited that I typed the wrong code again and again. Finally, I wrote a short section of the simplest cycle command in the strange language I developed. When I pressed the Enter key, the other hand was nervous. Already gripped tightly.

Jiang Feng used to love to ask me to help him test the program - large and small embedded processes... the language used is also various. In order to be able to deal with his various programs, I specially wrote a program that can be used as much as possible. The test program explained by the original code.

Since it is the computer's own language, let it explain itself and tell me.

If it works...

I watched the calculation process constantly appearing on the screen, and almost lost my voice all at once.

Can really run the interpreter - which means that Jiang Feng planned to let me get this program from the beginning, he has been training me to interpret various programming languages ​​​​from the beginning, and has been preparing for this day since the beginning prepare for.

Zhou Qichong once said, since your father chose to enter Guoan, he went to the United States...

The latter sentence actually means——he didn't plan to come back.

Jiang Feng has resolutely abandoned his wife and son for 30 years. When he first met me online, he didn't give any hint. If it wasn't for Zhang Quan, I might never know his true relationship with me.

He made so many calculations, and even calmed down enough to plan his own death. It turned out that it was because he had chosen this way to leave long ago.

The program I wrote for testing and interpreting programming language was improved by Jiang Feng, and he also named it "Laze", joking that I came up with this program because I was lazy.

Now this program is my only hope of explaining intelligent language.

"Laze" is running slowly, bit by bit as before, try to judge the language type by analyzing the given limited language and try to explain:

"Error", "BugPatch"...

My heart sinks a little bit. Although the simple commands written in the intelligent language can be run on Laze, I can't find and explain this language.

A prompt box suddenly pops up on the screen:

"There is no data in the history or bank. Entering Intelligent Analysis." ("No language data was found in the historical records or existing databases, now enter intelligent analysis.")

Intelligent analysis was a function I designed to deal with other programming languages ​​at that time, that is, to analyze codes based on existing programming language materials.

Although I have designed this function, I haven't really used it, mainly because the programming language database I made is too huge - in order to take over all the test programs of Jiangfeng, I recorded almost all the programming languages ​​and wrote A crawling program similar to a browser, put it on the Internet, and grab the latest information all the time.

Now it jumped out suddenly, and even my heart jumped suddenly.

When Jiang Feng helped me improve Laze, did he also make a move on this function?

I waited with bated breath as the computer went quiet for a moment, when suddenly a strange code began to appear on the screen at a rate of two to three bytes per second.

Regular, concise, refined, just like the first time I saw them.

My eyes stared at these words that were still appearing without blinking, and my heart beat faster and faster, as if it would pop out of my throat in the next second.

The code on the screen was swiped line by line, and it stopped after a few minutes. The cursor flickered behind the last byte.

I introduced the last code, which means the end of the command.

It's just a brand-new explanatory code, which does not belong to the part I have memorized, nor does it belong to any paragraph on Xu Shichang's computer. The computer is explaining its own words in its own language, just like the English-English dictionary and Cihai.

Smart analysis succeeded.

In this program, I wrote a language-changing function together with Jiang Feng. As long as I explain it, I can convert it into a computer language I am familiar with. Then, understanding this intelligent language is just around the corner.

I was ecstatic, silently knocked on the table a few times, breathed out, calmed down slowly, and entered the command: "ExchangeittoCLanguageProgramming" (converted into C language).

"Request invalid".

I frowned and changed the request: "ExchangeittoJava".

"Request invalid"

"Request invalid"

……

No matter how many times you try and how many languages ​​you change, you will never succeed, and the cold "Request invalid" will always appear on the screen.

I seem to be stuck in an unbreakable predicament again.

It can be explained, but the language cannot be converted. What is the reason?I can feel that I am getting closer and closer to this language, and when there is only one step left, there is another natural barrier.

"Drink the medicine." Zhou Qichong came in with the medicine, saw me sitting on the chair fidgeting with the pen on the table, and lifted the medicine bowl to the other hand very winkingly, keeping it away from me: " Come out to drink medicine, come, and rest."

He coaxed me: "Zhang Quan called you just now."

I let out a foul breath, looked at him lazily, and took off my glasses, signaling him that I was listening.

Zhou Qichong succeeded in his trick, he laughed and said, "Come and drink the medicine, we'll talk after we finish."

I frowned and stretched out my hand, Zhou Qichong offered the bowl with both hands in a courteous manner, and stared at the concoction pouring into my mouth with his micro-probe, then handed me a fruit candy in a good mood, and took the empty bowl back.

Traditional Chinese medicine is as bitter as ever, even if it contains sugar, it will not work.I stuck out my tongue, grinned my teeth for a long time, and finally calmed down: "What did Zhang Quan say?"

Zhou Qichong raised his eyebrows, I knew immediately that I had been duped, and I was too lazy to talk to him, so I grabbed a coat and threw it at him: "Get lost."

The jacket flitted across the air, and a hidden red weapon flew out from a pocket and slammed into Zhou Qichong. Zhou Qichong was well-trained, tilted his head slightly, and quickly grabbed the hidden weapon with his eyes and hands. The hidden weapon vibrated and rang his hand Help me set up the onion song.

"Give me my mobile phone." I stood up and went to get the mobile phone that was ringing.

Zhou Qichong avoided my hand, shook his head with a smirk, and picked up the phone: "Hello?"

His ear touched the hands-free button, and I heard my mother's suspicious voice from the receiver: "... who are you? I'm home now?"

Zhou Qichong's expression changed instantly, and he hurried over to catch me.

This time it was me who avoided his hand and gloated and stood in the distance to watch him answer the phone.

Zhou Qichong threatened me to answer the phone with his eyes, and hurriedly said hello to my mother.

I gestured for him to answer the phone properly, turned sideways to avoid his hand calling for help, and went outside to find candy while humming the song of onions in a good mood.

The author has something to say: I saw my mother-in-law and scattered flowers...

Well, the scumbag author wants to say something, um, not so good...

The scumbag author wants to... please... leave... (don't slap your face)

I am about to go to a small mountain village without internet... The scumbag author did not save the manuscript...

I'm sorry everyone... I will try my best to make up when I come back.The leave is about five days, maybe not that long, it depends on the situation...

Hey, you won't want me, right...

please forgive me

☆、Mr. Zhou

Zhou Qichong was on the phone with my mother in the room for nearly half an hour. I was gloating at first, but then I became nervous and wanted to see how the two of them were chatting, but Zhou Qichong actually locked the door directly.

I squatted silently at the door of the room, pinching the wrappers of fruit candies into crumpled balls, bouncing them on the ground, fantasizing that this was the incarnation of Zhou Qichong.

After a while, I heard Zhou Qichong inside: "...Yes, ok, ok...Goodbye, Auntie. ——Now, are you squatting at the door? Don't lean against the door, I'm going to open it."

After a while, Zhou Qichong opened the door from the inside, lowered his head and carefully met my unfriendly gaze: "It's over... Your mother is coming to the imperial capital."

I couldn't react for a while: "Who are you talking about?"

I looked up at him, we looked at each other for a while, I said "Oh", he seemed to feel a little anxious and licked his lips: "What do you think?"

Thousands of thoughts burst out in my mind, which was complicated and messy. After a long time, I calmly thought about it: "Look at the house?"

Zhou Qichong couldn't understand at all: "Why look at the house?"

I counted my fingers and said, "There are only two rooms here - one has been transformed into a study room, where do you want my mother to live?"

Zhou Qichong thought seriously: "Change the study into a bedroom?"

I looked at him calmly: "And then?"

"Your mother sleeps here, the two of us sleep..."

He is aware of this serious problem.

I happily suggested: "Either you move out for a few days?"

Zhou Qichong said angrily: "Where do I live? Jiang Jin's house was discounted and divided equally when they divorced! Shall I go to a hotel?!"

"Actually, it's not impossible." I squeezed his living space with peace of mind.

Zhou Qichong couldn't believe it: "My wife is here! I'm going to stay in a hotel?!"

I blinked: "But your wife's mother will be here soon - who is your wife!"

Zhou Qichong raised his eyebrows and said "huh": "Otherwise, the two of us will go back by ourselves, and don't let your mother make a trip."

"Are you stupid?" I patted his head: "What will your mother do when we leave?!"

Zhou Qichong lifted me up from the ground while laughing, and made a conclusion: "Just live here, I will make her like me."

Mrs. Zhou's condition is getting more and more serious, and we spend more and more time in the hospital. Now we basically have to stay in the hospital all day.

Zhou Qichong wanted to joke with me, but in fact he spent more time watching his mother in a daze.

There is an urgent matter in his team, so he can't ask for leave like in the past.I am going to guard Mrs. Zhou alone.

When I arrived at the hospital, Mrs. Zhou hadn't woken up from her afternoon nap, and the pain of cancer tortured this somewhat staunch woman all the time.

She was lying on the bed, thin and small, with a face like gold paper, and she let out one or two uncontrollable groans from time to time.

Mrs. Zhou never showed such fragility when she was asleep that she was asleep.When she was awake, she always tried to make herself appear to be in good spirits. Even if she had to inhale oxygen from time to time, she would pull Zhou Qichong to talk a lot, saying that she did not regret divorcing his father so early back then, and that she had just divorced his father a few years ago. During the divorce, because she was busy with work, she didn't care about Zhou Qichong's guilt, saying that no matter what she did, she hoped that Zhou Qichong and I would live a good life.

Her current painkiller has been increased to three, but I'm going through her vial now - and she snuck another one.

I frowned, wondering if I should tell Zhou Qichong, when she woke up.

"...Xiao Shen..." She lay on the bed and smiled wearily.

I knew that she needed to inhale more oxygen when she just woke up, otherwise she would feel uncomfortable, so I helped her turn on the oxygen concentrator: "Auntie, did you hurt last night?"

Mrs. Zhou showed some embarrassment on her face: "Don't tell Qichong."

If I take too much painkiller, I will become constipated and groggy.

I felt a little uncomfortable: "He will know sooner or later."

"I have to take so much in the morning and evening, and you are always worried that I will increase the dose. Who doesn't get that dose in the end? It's the same in the morning and in the evening. It's better to make me feel better." Mrs. Zhou complained grumblingly. Then, wave your hand, let me turn up the oxygen generator.

I said, "Zhou Qichong will know sooner or later, why not let him know now?"

Mrs. Zhou froze for a moment, then said helplessly, "You child."

I put down my things, gently helped her up and sat down: "Zhou Qichong's team has an urgent matter, and we can't ask for leave—want to watch TV?"

Mrs. Zhou shook her head, sat watching me tidy up and change things, and asked me with a smile after a while, "Does your mother know?"

I knew what she was asking, and scratched my head: "Uh...I told her about it before. A few days ago, she called Zhou Qichong and said that she would come to the imperial capital."

Mrs. Zhou was also taken aback: "Oh," she thought for a while, then laughed: "That's fine."

We both fell silent again.

After a while, she nodded at the programming language material I was holding, and started a new topic: "What is that?—You young people are always so busy."

"Procedure book." I shook the cover of the book at her: "It's starting to hurt again?"

She moved slightly: "Well... no."

I observed her expression, finally realized what was wrong, and went out to find a nurse to help her go to the toilet.

When Mrs. Zhou went to the toilet, a man came into the ward.

The man is old, tall, with gray hair, piercing eyes, deep-set eye sockets, high nose bridge, a mark left by frequent frowning between his brows, and slightly pursed lips. He looks handsome and unrestrained Pass.

He looks so much like Zhou Qichong, I even recognized him at first sight.

His eyes fell on me, eyebrows raised quickly, and he asked bluntly, "Who are you?"

"Hi, Uncle, I'm Zhou Qichong's friend." I stood up and replied.

"Oh," his color softened: "What about the fuck?"

"Auntie went to the bathroom." I said, a little unsure if I could let him come in and sit down - Zhou Qichong and I clearly expressed his dislike for this "Merry Dad". Divorce also goes directly to court.

But the man found a place to sit down naturally: "Has Qi Chong come?"

"No, he's busy."

The man pouted his lips dissatisfied, and finally introduced himself: "You have a good relationship with Qichong, right? ——I'm Zhou Qichong's father, just call me Uncle Zhou."

I obediently called him "Uncle Zhou", and he seemed very happy: "Qichong is still in the army? He was smart as a child... At that time, he was rebellious. I sent him to the economy, but he secretly enrolled me in the military academy! "

When he talked about this, he gritted his teeth. I was a little nervous, because when Zhou Qichong signed up, he told me that he didn't want to talk to him as a father. I suggested that he either go abroad or go to a military academy.

So the culprit in this incident, after all the calculations, should be me.

When Mr. Zhou was young, he was very handsome, and he caught up with the spring breeze that had just opened, and he was rich and beautiful, so the red flag at home was half down, and the colorful flags fluttered outside.When Zhou Qichong was in elementary school, he saw his father spend a lot of money with different women in his arms when he was wandering in the street several times. The father picked up women, and the son skipped class. Neither of them was good at criticizing each other. walk around each other.

He has serious machismo, never cared about Zhou Qichong, and never let Mrs. Zhou go to work outside. When something happened at work, he would find fault with Mrs. Zhou when he came home, or beat Zhou Qichong violently, smashed the door of the house, and turned around to go outside. find a woman.

Later, Zhou Qichong had a fever of [-] degrees in the middle of the night, Mrs. Zhou carried Zhou Qichong to the hospital for emergency treatment, and issued a critical illness notice three times. Mrs. Zhou blew up the phone number of this romantic gentleman, and he answered it drunkenly and said "Hello".Mrs. Zhou suppressed her anger and said that she was in the hospital, but Mr. Zhou unexpectedly said "kill it if you have it", and hung up the phone.

Mrs. Zhou finally couldn't bear it anymore and started to file for divorce.

Mr. Zhou felt that it was embarrassing for Mrs. Zhou to propose a divorce, and he did not want Mrs. Zhou to divide his property.So the two "vigorously" fought a lawsuit for more than a year before finally divorcing their marriage.

Zhou Qichong told me that after his father divorced his mother, he married four more women and raised countless women, but he never gave birth to a son.

So Mr. Zhou was middle-aged, looking back, he was stupid, and hurried back to find his only son, Zhou Qichong.

However, Zhou Qichong didn't want to recognize his father for a long time, so he took a gamble and went to the military academy, expressing his attitude to his father in disguise.

At this time, the old man sat in the ward and recounted the past, constantly showing me from various angles the unreal well-behaved, sensible, obedient and intelligent Zhou Qichong in his memory.

I don't like him, but somehow I find him pathetic.

He talked for a while, finally stopped, and focused on me: "How did you meet my family, Qichong?"

I paused, and pulled my thoughts back from other places: "I am... his deskmate in elementary school."

"Oh," Mr. Zhou laughed dryly, looking a little embarrassed: "That's pretty early, haha."

So I can only laugh along with it: "Yeah haha."

The two of us laughed for a while, and finally stopped trying to force ourselves to talk to each other. He started playing with his collar, and I silently looked down at the program.

After a while, he got up and left without saying a word.

Mrs. Zhou came back after a long time. Looking at the expressions on her and the nurse, I suspected that she and Mr. Zhou met in the corridor. Sure enough, she opened her mouth and asked me, "Has he been here?"

I nodded and thanked the nurse for helping her sit on the bed.

Mrs. Zhou seemed to be in a bad mood, she endured it and said to herself, "Why do you come to Qichong now?"

I paused when I heard this, and helped her cover the blanket. When I looked up, I saw her eyes started to get wet. I was startled. I stood a little at a loss for a while, and said softly, "Auntie, don't worry."

I don't know what happened, but I vaguely feel that Mr. Zhou probably came to ask Mrs. Zhou to write Zhou Qichong's name in his household registration booklet.

But I know what Zhou Qichong means to Mrs. Zhou.

Mrs. Zhou tolerated Mr. Zhou again and again, but in the end it was because of Zhou Qichong's incident.A single mother, divorced and never married, opened a restaurant alone with her son, and brought Zhou Qichong up.

I watched her cry, but found that I was so clumsy that I couldn't say anything to comfort her. In the end, my brain twitched and I said:

"Auntie, Zhou Qichong is not a product, it's not something that can be identified by pasting a barcode."

Mrs. Zhou coughed, not knowing whether to laugh or cry: "Thank you."

I was so embarrassed that I lowered my head to help her tuck the blanket, and sat down to read a book.

The author has something to say: I, Hu Hansan, are back again! !

Find an Internet cafe today and upload this chapter, catch bugs and read it at home tomorrow

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Finally: Happy Chinese New Year everyone!I wish the red envelopes will be soft, and the men will become more and more handsome in the new year, and the women will become more and more beautiful!mwah!Love you all!

☆, the mother drove to

Mrs. Zhou was silent for a while, then began to speak softly:

"When he was chasing me back then, he lit 99 candles downstairs in my dormitory...I don't know how he came to this point."

I don't know what to say, I don't want to hear their love history, but now Mrs. Zhou is undoubtedly hoping to use this method to relieve the boredom in her heart.

However, Mrs. Zhou still pulled me into the topic after all: "What about you?——What happened to you and Qi Chong..." She couldn't help laughing in the middle of her sentence.

This is her first time in Zhou