Actually together

After Qichong got divorced, he talked to me positively about my relationship with Zhou Qichong. I scratched my hair in embarrassment, and recalled the incident with difficulty: "No...he said when we went to dinner, that we want to be together, um ,that's all."

Mrs. Zhou smiled wearily: "I'm getting old. I used to think that it's okay for him to be with someone..." After all, she didn't finish her sentence, she looked at me softly, as if she was looking through me Who: "You have to grow up. No matter how long I hold you by my side, I won't be able to accompany you to the end."

I felt a little sore in my heart, so I paused before saying, "Thank you."

"I'm sorry." She said at the same time and sighed: "You guys have to be good."

When children have differences with their parents, it will always be the children who win—because of time.

Parents can never be with the end.

When Zhou Qichong rushed over at night, Mrs. Zhou had already fallen asleep. I told Zhou Qichong about his father's visit. He frowned and considered transferring Mrs. Zhou to another hospital.I thought about it for a while, and then I proposed to him: "Take your mother home to live?"

Zhou Qichong twitched his brows, played with the buttons of my clothes, and said nothing.

I patted his hand and said, "We're going to rebuild the house. It's inconvenient to use anything in the hospital. Take her back to live so we can take care of her at night."

Mrs. Zhou's condition is very bad. Now even when she is awake, she will hum because of the pain in her body, and her appetite is getting less and less day by day. It's like living a day less than a day.Zhou Qichong finally made his move and took out a new house of [-] square meters with a mortgage.

On the day he finished decorating the house, my mother got on a plane and came to the imperial capital for a "play".

"Okay, okay." I flipped through the book absently to find the code, Zhou Qichong finally put down his coat, and began to keep looking at his watch on the seat: "It's coming, what time, um..."

I was disturbed by him: "My mother is not that scary - Zhou Qichong stop turning your collar, thank you, do you want to use it to make a paper airplane? Huh? I told her - didn't you swear by her Will like you?"

Zhou Qichong had always been very calm. Since last night, he had been rehearsing the conversation inexplicably, scaring himself, and now his expression changed a little.At this time, he heard my words, took a deep breath, and said slowly: "But I was married, married."

"Aha," I said, "You know it's not good."

Zhou Qichong became more and more apprehensive, looking at me with a pleading expression.I had no choice but to take a soft breath to comfort him and touch his ears:

"People are not sages, no one can do anything wrong...you..."

In front of the crowd, Zhou Qichong covered it with his coat, lowered his head and kissed me quickly on the lips, and said with a playful smile, "It's much better now."

I stared at him with a dark face, then suddenly froze, looking straight ahead with no expression on my face: "Mom."

Zhou Qichong was startled, and turned his head: "...Hello, Auntie."

My mother was stunned and stunned, and after a long while, she smiled stiffly: "You, hello."

Zhou Qichong was also a little embarrassed, took my mother's luggage, and led her to the direction of the car.

My mother walked up a few steps, held my hand tightly, and stared at my lips.I was embarrassed by her look, and I didn't know how to explain it. My mouth was dry and I subconsciously licked my lips.

My mother's face turned pale.

I felt ashamed immediately, and wished I could drag Zhou Qichong over and cut him to pieces.

My mother was probably frightened by Zhou Qichong's kiss, but she didn't want to speak harshly about me, so she kept silent all the way, and Zhou Qichong tried his best to bring up the topic but failed.After eating lunch outside, when Zhou Qichong went to settle the bill, she showed a hesitant expression: "You...are outside," she stammered, and looked away: "Be careful."

She's trying to accept that her son is gay "again" and getting back together with his old boyfriend.

I just finished moving, and Mrs. Zhou hasn't picked it up yet. I finished eating and reading in the evening, and my mother sat next to me eating melon seeds. She has become a little more natural: "You and Xiao Zhou... that's it?"

I asked in a daze, "how?"

My mother looked at me carefully for a while, as if she suddenly remembered something: "The braised eggplant dish tonight is delicious."

I looked at my mother hesitantly, and after a while, I said "hmm".

I don't know what she wants to ask, and I don't know what answer she wants.

In fact, after she called Zhou Qichong last time, I have talked to her many times, mentioned Zhou Qichong to her openly and secretly, and talked to Lin Qiaoen to ask him to help, and tried my best to make her accept it.

She also spoke well on the phone, but when she came, she was almost frightened by Zhou Qi Chongguang's daring and reckless behavior, so now I am a little bit uncertain.

Zhou Qichong was washing dishes in the kitchen with the sound of water splashing. I carefully recalled the progress of the whole day today. Except for Zhou Qichong's deadly behavior at the airport, there should be nothing wrong with the two of us.

My mother's eyes wandered for a while: "He made the dinner?"

"Well." I replied.

"Why don't you do it?" My mother asked me.

I was confident: "I can't do it. You used to say that your son's cooking is like poisoning—it hurts."

I covered my ears and looked at her aggrievedly: "What's the matter?"

"Washing the dishes? You don't know how to wash the dishes either?" She squinted at me.

"I can drop bowls." I replied, "I've dropped several."

My mother shook her head "tsk tsk tsk", with an expression of "son is stupid and helpless", and ordered me to turn on the TV for her.

Zhou Qichong came out after washing the dishes, and was going to lock the door while wiping his hands.

My mother called to him: "Xiao Zhou, is the door locked? Don't lock it yet. Go for a walk and go for a walk with me."

Zhou Qichong looked at me anxiously, and I looked at my mother anxiously, and my mother looked at Zhou Qichong with a smile on her face: "Let's go, when you're done, just wait there, ah."

Zhou Qichong was dragged away by my mother, turned his head and mouth-synched to me frantically, I asked my mother cautiously: "Mom, shall I go with you? I'll take you to see..."

"I don't want you," my mother snorted, "Didn't you say you don't like shopping the most? Xiao Zhou likes it, right? Huh?"

Zhou Qichong met my mother's gaze and swallowed: "Uh...I like it."

I was thrown at home by my mother's threatening eyes, and I stood there for a while, thinking of "early death and early rebirth", I gave up on myself and stopped thinking about it, and went back to my room to read the book.

This is the first time I have spent so much time reading books on computer languages ​​since I graduated.

I sometimes wake up in the middle of the night, sweating -- because I dreamed that I suddenly forgot the code of that program.I recited it quickly, and then Zhou Qichong would touch my forehead and say, "Yes, it's the same as what you recited last time. Go to sleep."

I have to figure this out sooner or I'll forget it sooner or later.

It is understandable that Laze cannot convert the language of intelligence. The working principle of Laze is to assemble all language statistics and arrange, find statement records with similar command results, and then convert one language into another.Although the converted code may not be able to run, it can be read and understood, and it can be run with a little modification.It's like a lot of Chinglish, like "Longtimenosee", which foreigners don't say, but they're not completely clueless about what it means.

The problem now is that Laze has never seen this language. It can explain it in this language itself through precise calculation and analysis, but there is no way to build a bridge between this language and other languages.

I turned on the desk lamp and moved my eyes to the rows of books on the bookshelf, hoping to find something that would inspire me.

The room is very dark, the lamps have not been installed, only the desk lamp.

I suddenly thought of something, and suddenly looked up at the roof - light tube - diode - crystal diode - binary code - machine language.

Binary!This is the basis of all computer languages.

I squeezed my fist hard, and quickly sat back next to the computer and started Laze to find the last record.

"Exchange it to machine language."

"Requestsuccess."

"Inquiring the machine model. Please wait a minute." (Inquiring the machine model, please wait)

The computer paused for a moment, then started running crazily. The binary codes consisting of "0" and "1" jumping out line by line on the screen dazzled me.

I didn't dare to breathe, my heart was beating non-stop, and there seemed to be thousands of flying insects flying around in front of my eyes.

The cursor finally stopped.

Successful.

I sat there for a long while, and finally took a long breath, and began to examine these binary codes carefully.

These codes belong to the language of my own machine. When I bought a computer, I went to find the machine code corresponding to my own machine, so although it is time-consuming to understand them, it is not impossible.

a step far.

There are so many codes that I can't possibly memorize them again.So I encrypted and saved these codes with trembling hands. After thinking about it, I was still uneasy, so I directly disconnected the machine from the Internet, then slumped on the chair, and wiped my face fiercely.

The sound of keys ringing mixed with my mother's voice sounded outside. I gasped, sat up "swish", turned off the computer, stood up and counted silently, and finally calmed down.

When I left the room, I looked back at the computer with mixed feelings, and my heart was a little shaken.

I'm going to find Zhang Quan.

I don't believe him, but I can't let my dad die in vain.

The author has something to say: Alas, I don’t dare to write this kind of article anymore, don’t even read the technical part, I feel horrible, the liberal arts dog is really going crazy

☆, Zhou mother died of illness

The author has something to say: Since the school will start in a few days, I think I should work harder recently. Let me explain in advance that the main content of this chapter is about Zhou’s mother’s lunch box. If you have any taboos, you can skip it for now, everyone.

The new house has three bedrooms, one for me, one for Zhou Qichong, and one for my mother.

When my mother saw that I didn't enter the same room as Zhou Qichong after washing up, she showed a grateful expression.

I knew it would be like this.

She may have accepted that I was with a man, but she probably couldn't immediately accept that her son was lying in the same bed with a man, and believed that they were just chatting under the covers.

My mother spent a week in the imperial capital, during which she visited Lin Qiaoen twice, and the look in Zhou Qichong's eyes became much more natural from the embarrassment at the beginning.

At the invitation of Mrs. Zhou, she went to the hospital to meet Mrs. Zhou.

Zhou Qichong and I didn't know exactly what was said. When we returned to the ward, the two women looked as if they had cried while hugging each other.

Mrs. Zhou's eyes were red, and my mother's eyes were full of tears.

In the end, Mrs. Zhou smiled and said, "What's the fuss? Everyone is doing well and living well."

My mother wiped the corners of her eyes and said, "Okay, okay."

A week later, Su An called and begged my mother to go back and give her son a name, saying that if he didn't have a registered permanent residence, his name would be scribbled.

"Since we're together, let's have a good time." Before she left, she patted my shoulder, blinked, and suddenly burst into tears: "...Mom just wants you to be well."

With a sore nose, I quickly blinked and pushed her to go to the security check: "I'm fine, mom, don't worry, go back and take care of yourself."

Zhou Qichong took Mrs. Zhou home to take care of him. He usually has training and sometimes has tasks. Most of the time, I am guarding Mrs. Zhou.

Her condition was not good, she coughed all day and all night, and the painkiller was added to five tablets a day. Even so, there were still more than two hours a day when the painkiller could not be controlled.

Sometimes after humming for a while, she would look at me blankly and sigh: "Living is so tiring."

I have a sense of foreboding.

She got better a few times after Zhou Qichong's divorce, and then it got worse and worse. After meeting my mother, she seemed to let go of a concern, and often talked about death in an almost peaceful manner:

"Stop busying yourself," she said calmly and serenely after taking painkillers, "Go and do your own thing! Sooner or later."

Sometimes she is in good spirits, and even laughs and jokes: "Jiang You, go and do your work. I don't know if you will have a soul when you are gone. Let me take advantage of the present and see how you will live in the future."

After half a month, Mrs. Zhou refused any further chemotherapy. We went to buy interleukin for her to take, took some traditional Chinese medicine, and wore a respirator for 24 hours. The number of painkillers was slightly stable.

On Zhou Qichong's birthday, she was in good spirits. She stood up on crutches and walked around Zhou Qichong, muttering from time to time: "Oh, how did my Qichong grow up so big? How tall and handsome." Pulling my hand, he looked relieved: "We're still together—it's good to be together. We'll be fine in the future."

After that day, she began to brace herself to prepare those clothes for herself.

Zhou Qichong would get up in the middle of the night in a daze, I couldn't help him, I could only hold him in a daze together.One night he even choked up: "It's over, I'm going to become a person without a mother."

I can't do anything, I can only pat his head and comfort him: "It will be fine, it will pass."

Zhou Qichong held my hand and sat in silence until dawn.

One afternoon, I came out of the room after compiling a piece of code, and saw Mrs. Zhou trying on some white clothes.

She put them on her body one by one religiously to compare the size. The clothes were too big, or she was thin and empty, and the wind blew in, as if she would fly.

I saw her looking at me anxiously: "...how is it?"

I felt very sad, and helped her choose two pieces: "It looks good."

She looked very happy, she touched her clothes and looked left and right, I went to bring the outside mirror in for her to see, she looked in the mirror, then touched her face and said it didn't look good.

I took a few deep breaths, comforted her and said, "It's normal—it's a problem with the light. I can just open the curtains, and it will look better with more light."

I handed her the crutches, walked over and opened the curtains, and looked back at her: "Auntie, how are you?"

Mrs. Zhou looked at the mirror, then stared at me blankly, and then laughed after a while: "Jiang You, you and Qichong, please take care of yourself."

Zhou Qichong and I coaxed and tricked her into taking her for a physical examination, and then quietly went to see the results.

Cancer cells spread throughout the body.The doctor said it's been a few months.

Somehow she knew, and comforted the silent Zhou Qichong, saying that the doctor was talking nonsense, and then unexpectedly wanted Zhou Qichong to marry me abroad: "Just for fun, anyway, I don't have any nationality, just let it go, and I won't regret it later."

Mrs. Zhou left one morning sixteen days later.

Zhou Qichong cooked porridge for her and brought it in. She had a good appetite and said to Zhou Qichong and me: "You are living no matter what, you must not let yourself regret—Have Jiang You eaten? Don't look at the computer all day long, ah, go more Let's go, exercise...you two are good boys, live well."

She finished the porridge and wanted to drink a second bowl, so I went to serve it to her.

When I returned to the room, Mrs. Zhou was lying peacefully on the pillow with her eyes closed. Zhou Qichong buried his face in her neck, and his shoulders twitched slightly.

I quietly withdrew.

Zhou Qichong must want to be alone.

This kind of injury can only heal with time.

Mrs. Zhou's behind-the-scenes makeup is well painted, the kind that looks good even without opening the curtains.She was wearing the white dress I had chosen for her and the shroud she made herself, and the other white dress was folded and placed in her hand.

Zhou Qichong presided over her funeral.Not many people came to the funeral, but they all listened carefully to Zhou Qichong's talk about his mother's life.

Zhou Qichong's father did not appear.Zhou Qichong read the manuscript like this: "...she loved a very good man and married a very bad husband. That man was a prince charming, and that gentleman was a bastard."

"She has been worrying about me all her life, now, she can finally take a break."

My mother also came to the funeral, and unexpectedly she didn't cry much. Finally, she was about to leave after paying respects to the flowers. Everyone has to go through things. We can only live and love once."

Looking at her expression, I suddenly remembered something, and blurted out the question: "Mom, my dad, what kind of person is he?"

She froze for a moment, smiled relievedly with her eyes bent, and said like a memory: "He's a psycho—" she said, pointing to the martyrs cemetery next to him: "Here, he told me before that if he doesn't follow When I'm together, I'm going to be with those people."

I can't understand: "Then why do you still like him?"

"Is he a hero?" She smiled, with a calm expression: "Whoever has a childish time-little girls like heroes."

I looked at her stupidly, and she laughed: "Oh, it's over, what your dad can give me is already all he has - I will use all my youth to exchange his love for a lifetime, that's enough .”

For a split second, it almost seemed to me that she already knew that the man she loved in her youth was gone.Perhaps, when Jiang Feng left for the United States, she regarded him as dead.

However, she didn't know that that person had been buried in the sea, that he didn't even have ashes, that he didn't even go to the martyrs' cemetery, and that he couldn't even get a commendation.

Or maybe, she actually just believed—believed that the man in her memory would be a hero.

If I was like her, and Zhou Qichong didn't look back, then I would probably find someone to spend the rest of my life with - but that would be a long time later, and I might have to wait ten or so years to find out about the past Not recallable.

I always thought that Zhou Qichong's mother was a person who was tough and stubborn on the outside, but fragile on the inside; only now did I realize that my mother was the kind of person who was gentle and sensitive on the outside, but actually very courageous and strong.

I watched Zhou Qichong standing in a daze in front of the tomb, and looked at the tombstones of different heights that stretched to the end of the cemetery, and I felt a sense of sadness that life and death were like life.

These people have all lived in the world, have loved someone and been loved by someone,

It's just that when a person dies like a lamp going out, turning around is empty, and the words on a tombstone can sum up one's life.These people have left, and the short tombstones are not for them, but for other people who are still alive-those people still have their own stories, but they have walked through their lives.

Mrs. Zhou is lying here now, and the son she has loved and cared for all her life is missing her.I am very grateful to her, because I know that there is no need for her to compromise at all. She must also know that even if she does not compromise, Zhou Qichong will come back to me after she leaves, and we will still be together—but if that is the case, We would be missing something, so she chose to compromise at the end to give us blessings and fulfill us.

She was a strong and admirable woman, now out of time, we can only hold the memories with regret.

She reminds me of someone.

My father isn't here, or at the Cemetery, or on the Pacific Ocean—he's not anywhere.

But it's more than just a piece of code.

He gave his lifelong love to my mother, his lifelong knowledge and wisdom to me, and finally his body and spirit to Huaxia.

"...Which country do you want to choose? Will your heart feel guilty or proud of something?"

"Let me tell you, a man who is bound by the responsibilities of a nation deserves to die."

……

I have never seen him, but his image in my mind is very full, I can almost see him sitting lazily on a chair with his feet up and sending me messages, and I can see his distraught expression when he received my virus package, It can be seen that when he boarded the plane, he casually gave a not-so-standard military salute to the bustling crowd.

Zhang Quan said, your father is a hero.

My mom said he's a good guy, he's a psycho, and he's going to be a hero.

Some people don't need to be commemorated, because they don't live to be commemorated, but to have a clear heart.

☆, late and change

It has been a month since Mrs. Zhou left, and Zhou Qichong is in a better state than I imagined—he is not a person who shows his emotions, so I expected a little sadness in his calmness.

Sooner or later, a person has to accept the fact that that person can never come back, no matter how much he misses him, he can only bid farewell forever, like his mother, like my father.

I finally found time to go to the company to find Zhang Quan, but he was not there.

Li Feng said that Zhang Quan has not been here for a long time.

I couldn't get into Guoan, so I had to find other ways to find him.

"What do you want him for?" Li Feng asked curiously.

"When was the last time he came?" I asked him.

Li Feng rubbed his eyebrows with a dazed expression: "... Let me see... After you had a fight with him last time, he hasn't come here much."

What did he do?

This question turned around in my mind, but I didn't think about it, and asked again: "Where's his office? He moved everything away?"

Li Feng said: "No," he paused, and added: "Come on...don't look at me with that kind of eyes—you go and have a look, I don't have a key."

Zhang Quan's office is locked. His office is at the end of the corridor. If I want to go in, I can only open the window from the outside of the building.

I looked up, and according to the method Zhou Qichong taught me before, I found a small camera on the top corner of the wall—I had never seen such a camera, and I knew the model of the company, this one should be installed by Guoan.

So I randomly found a piece of paper and wrote: "I want to see Zhang Quan."

Then stick this piece of paper to the nearest place captured by the camera.

Zhou Qichong felt that what I did was not only arrogant, but also perfunctory. He believed that Zhang Quan was probably not in the country: "They don't often run around."

Zhou Qichong was talking and brushing the pot, and was burned a bit, "Aww", he put his burned finger in his mouth.

I suddenly had an idea and asked him: "Do you think they are looking for that ghost?"

"In Guoan?" Zhou Qichong asked, hung up the brush, lifted the pot and put it on the stove: "He still can't catch the inner ghost - his authority is too small. In his position, he can only raise doubts." .”

"Did you catch it? Good catch," I murmured softly, "If I catch it, I can throw all the programs to them."

Zhou Qichong patted my head but didn't speak.

I suddenly thought: "Hey Zhou Qichong, after I give them all the programs, shall we go back to Changcheng?"

Zhou Qichong pulled me off the kitchen door frame and dragged me to sit on the sofa: "Huh? I will retire with this group?"

I agreed: "We can go back to Changcheng, or somewhere else, we can open a bookstore or a coffee shop."

"Let's go back to Changcheng." Zhou Qichong lowered his head and kissed my nose: "I like it there."

Changcheng.It was in No. [-] Middle School where Zhou Qichong and I met again after many years.

I was in a daze in a daze - I just had a whim, but at this moment I hoped that this wish would come true.

Zhou Qichong touched my head, and said casually: "Then you sleep until you wake up naturally every morning, and you are in a daze all morning—if you still have morning, take a nap, read a book, play computer, and have a big meal in the evening. Go out for a walk, come back to sleep, and that's it, the day goes by, day after day, and you're old."

I laughed.

"Really?" Zhou Qichong hooked the hair on my forehead with his fingers and flicked it back and forth: "Don't you just like this kind of rice bug life."

I said dissatisfied: "Otherwise? You haven't imagined this kind of life—everyone will."

"Well, I like straightforward people like you." Zhou Qichong praised sincerely.

I became angry and wanted to beat him, but Zhou Qichong laughed and pushed me between the pillows, grabbed my hands, and came close to bite my neck.

A few minutes later, I was out of breath and begged for mercy: "Okay, it's okay, Zhou Qichong... are you a vampire?!"

Zhou Qichong stubbornly pressed his lips to the pit of my neck, licked and bit, and after a long time, he called me softly: "It's over."

"Huh?" While breaking free from his restraint, I grabbed a pillow and stuffed it for him, trying to sit up.

Zhou Qichong pressed me hard, not letting me get up, with a calm voice: "We don't need to talk about the future, we are together, one day is a lifetime."

I stroked his chin, remained silent for a long time, took a deep breath, and began to push him: "Well said. Come on, get up, tidy up the sofa—you are too heavy Zhou Qichong!"

Zhou Qichong was very annoyed by my incomprehensible behavior, he cursed something through gritted teeth, and got up to pack his things.

I sat on the sofa to rest, drank tea, and watched him come in and out to tidy up.

In fact, this is very good.

Although I keep saying that I need to prepare something to live a peaceful and peaceful life, in fact, I know that as long as Zhou Qichong is around—even if he just sits by the side and does nothing, I will be happy. will feel secure enough.

Ever since I got that smart program, I always felt that the storm was coming, and I once felt that I couldn’t hold on. I thought it was all due to fear and nervousness—it wasn’t, it was just because one person was missing.

But Zhou Qichong obviously didn't think so. He felt that when the two of us were together, I should at least do something, such as lift my butt off the sofa: "Okay, you are very heavy, you know?" He put his hands on the edge of the sofa Look at me.

"I don't know." I said honestly, "I haven't weighed myself for a long time."

Zhou Qichong raised his eyebrows and nodded: "It's okay, I just know, I'm pushing the sofa, can you get up?"

I stood up and watched him push the sofa back to its original position, then lazily nestled between the pillows and continued to be in a daze.

At this time, Zhou Qichong's mobile phone rang in the pile of pillows, which made me sit upright all of a sudden, and I was in a daze for a while before touching his mobile phone.

Zhou Qichong was fiddling with the washing machine, casually poking a few buttons, and asked, "Whose?"

I was so lazy that I didn't even want to move a step. I put his mobile phone on the coffee table and slid it in his direction: "Didn't look - I slid past."

The mobile phone was stopped by Zhou Qichong with a hanger one second before it slid off the coffee table. He hurriedly grabbed the mobile phone: "Hello? Who is it?"

"...tomorrow" Zhou Qichong's brows raised, "I'll come over now?...Okay, okay."

He walked towards the door while talking, and was already changing his shoes when he hung up the phone: "That's it, I'll go out for a while."

"Another mission?" I asked him, frowning.

He sighed: "Yes, go to a meeting tonight and leave tomorrow. Leave me alone, go to bed early, and remember to drink medicine later."

I paused, a little worried: "Be careful."

Zhou Qichong didn't speak, and raised his middle two fingers to touch his lips, waved at me chicly, grabbed the car keys on the shoe cabinet, and went out.

I don't like it when he's out at night, whether it's an assignment or a meeting - he won't be in good spirits all day the next day.

I stood by the window of the room and looked downstairs, and saw him sitting in the SUV and turned on the high beam twice, so I raised my hand and waved it, signaling him to get out of here.

The low humming of the car faded away, and I started to do nothing again. I walked to the computer and dangled around, but I was too lazy to touch it, so I slowly moved to the kitchen to warm up the leftover medicinal soup at noon.

With the flames flickering, my idle and bored brain unconsciously began to think about Zhang Quan's whereabouts, and the things that happened in the morning went through my mind one by one.

I suddenly felt something was wrong——

"...Since you quarreled with him last time, he hasn't come much."

I realized something, my whole body froze, and for two seconds, my brain was almost blank.

Why did Li Fengfeng know that I had a fight with Zhang Quan?

When I helped Xu Shichang fix his computer, I was in his office on the top floor. There were only Xu Shichang, Zhang Quan, and Zhou Qichong by my side. The secretary sent Zhou Qichong up and went back downstairs. We were the only ones on the whole floor.

After discovering the program code on Xu Shichang's computer, I quarreled with Zhang Quan, and Xu Shichang avoided it.

Xu Shichang is definitely not a talkative person who can cooperate with Guoan. It is indisputable that Zhang Quanlian and the people from Guoan will keep secrets. Zhou Qichong is even less likely to say anything.

So how did Li Feng know that I had a fight with Zhang Quan?

Guoan cannot even keep secrets.

Is it because Guoan really did not protect this matter, or...

I fumbled for the phone with shaking hands, gritted my teeth, and dialed Li Feng's number:

"Hey?"

Li Feng's lazy voice came over unhurriedly.

I stared at the phone quietly for a while, then hung up.

Not Li Feng.

As soon as this speculation appeared, it immediately made me shudder.

How long has he been around?

I have been in the same dormitory with Li Feng for four years, and I know many of his little habits-good and bad, for example, he likes to use only six fingers when typing, he likes to let go of his gas when drinking soda, and , the sound is very loud when making a call.

This person is not Li Feng—at least not my college classmate.

But I have no proof.

It's just a feeling that it's too unreal.

If he is not Li Feng, and he knows everything about Zhang Quan and me—I can only hope that he is from Guoan.

If he wasn't even from Guoan—where would he be from?What is the purpose?

I sat down stiffly, pinching the phone, my palms sweating.

After calming down for a while, I turned to the computer and turned it on.

After Mrs. Zhou left, I always felt that as long as I was still alive, all this would not be too bad, so I didn't rush to compile the pile of machine language.But when I found out that all the peace in life was just an illusion, a sense of urgency overwhelmed me like a mountain.

What I hold in my hand is not a kitten or puppy, but an intelligent program.

I'm translating it from intelligent language to machine language to other languages ​​I know well.

and then?

Give it to Guoan?

I thought of Li Feng, and I was upset again.

If the current Li Feng is not my classmate, then where did the original Li Feng go?

The author has something to say:

☆、White Shark was arrested

I got it past two o'clock, compiled all the first half, and stared at the screen for a while.

I had some guesses about this program, so when I compiled this part, there was a feeling of surprise and expectation.

A complete computer language allows you to know the details.

I can guess what the US is going to do with this program - they create a "person" on the Internet, and if it works, I guess they want to use this "person" to control the Internet.

The United States has done global surveillance a long time ago, and now it has a global network surveillance-I can completely imagine it.

However, the current situation is so serious that I can't continue to think - Zhang Quan is not here, Li Feng has probably changed people, and I can't confirm his current identity to anyone.

I took a deep breath and began to think a little bit: If "Li Feng" is not a member of Guoan, then it is very likely that he is an undercover agent of the United States, and the note I left on Zhang Quanmen may have exposed myself.

They probably already know that the program stolen by Jiang Feng is now in my hands.

I shivered, got up nervously, and went to check the doors and windows.

In fact, it is useless to close the doors and windows. I might be kidnapped one day and get on a plane...

The downed plane came back to my mind.

The plane burst into bloom like a big firework in the sky, and then fell down with a long black smoke, burning so thoroughly that it didn't even leave huge waves on the sea.

However, it seemed that only for a moment, I calmed down strangely - what can they do if they know?

——They themselves may not be able to memorize such a long code, otherwise why not complete it directly