C Language Cultivation

The rain was getting bigger and bigger, Lin Ting came behind him and held up a white umbrella.

The rain wets the white petals, giving it a crystal clear color.

The rain and mist in the cemetery were dim and silent.

In Lin Xun’s and Lin Ting’s memories, there are very few parts about parents. They were brought up by grandpa.

After Grandpa passed away, whenever he stood in front of the tombstone, thinking that the old man who was kind and wise disappeared in the world like this, only a stone monument stood in the wind, frost, rain and snow, Lin Xun would feel a kind of… life and death illusory. Thinking, people’s death seems to be just a moment.

When he had little sensibility, he gave it to the old man very rarely, just like he has always been a firm materialist, but remembered that the grandfather hoped that there would be a soul in the world.

Lin Ting stepped forward and said something to Grandpa gently. She said she was about to graduate, and the studio was on the right track. Everything was fine, and it was pretty good. Talking, her eyes were red again.

It took a long time before Lin Ting wiped the corner of his eyes and said to Lin Xun: “Let’s go.”

Lin Xun finally glanced at the tombstone and turned to leave.

When I walked to the exit of the cemetery, I saw that there was an extra phantom not far from the small Jetta, which had been standing alone.

A man in a black suit is coming down from the car. He was tall, fitted well, had half-length hair, and a little curl.

The man didn’t hold an umbrella, so he walked down like this, and when he raised his head, a deep, thick face pierced Lin Xun’s eyes.

He looked about forty or so, and he didn’t start to look old. The facial features were deep in contour and the proportions were perfect. It was just that there was too much white in the eyes of his eyes. His eyes were straight, showing a paranoid temperament, a bit like a mental patient.

Lin Xun knew this man’s face.

Not only do I know, in some places, I am familiar.

-This man is Dong Chen, the pianist known as the devil, Dong Jun’s father, and the man who killed his wife indirectly or directly, and left the child behind. Just last night, Xiaolang’s hoof group was still brushing the screen “dc is dead”.

Lin Xun and he passed by-Dong Chen seemed to have nothing in his eyes, maybe he glanced at him, maybe not.

Lin Xun turned back.

Dongchen also came to this cemetery. Whom did he come to see?

As far as he knows, the people buried here are people from the surrounding residential areas.

Lin Ting: “What are you looking at?”

Lin Xun turned back, said “Nothing”, and went on.

He thought that maybe Dongchen’s wife was here, and now this thing is finally returning to China to come and see her.

As for Dongchen’s marriage, it is also an anecdote. When Lin Xun went to school for a long time, he was in the group of “Dongjun’s little wave hoof”, so he ate a lot of melons.

I don’t know if it’s true or false, Lin Xun feels that the elements of exaggeration and fantasy are too large, and it reads like a third-rate novel. It was said that the lady was born in a famous giant, and she fell in love with Dongchen at first sight. The two fell in love. She broke off the relationship with her family and married Dongchen. People who marry a mentally ill are generally not very good, and she committed suicide after six or seven years. And Dong Chen had already established a firm foothold in the music scene at that time. After her death, he went overseas, and it took him twenty years.

As for Dongjun-he didn’t bring it. Similarly, his wife’s mother family did not lend a helping hand. Dongjun and his galaxy are still legends.

Of course, if Dongjun is taken back by the mother to adopt, and then use their resources to create the Galaxy, it can also be achieved, but there is less meaning. In the Internet industry, when there is a lot of waves in the industry, only technology is truly reliable. It is quite powerful to start with the use of inherent resources, but it is really legendary to start from scratch, Dongjun is-this makes people more curious about Dongjun’s childhood and childhood. Where to spend and how to spend it is a pity that everyone knows nothing about it so far.

He got on the bus and was speechless all the way. Now at this time, it was too late to return to Chaoyang Community, and the drive was too long. He and Lin Ting returned to the old childhood house that was a one and a half hour drive away from here as usual.

The old city has not yet been modernized, and the old house will be there through the luxuriant alleys of Indus. This is a small two-story building, as are several nearby. Parthenocissus are dense and strong on the walls, and the pomegranate tree in the yard has not yet bloomed.

The neighbor’s house was lit with lights, and the smell of rice came from the air, except for the opposite house. No one seemed to be at home.

Lin Xun recalled, but found that his memory was very vague, and he could only remember vaguely. This family seemed to have moved away many years ago.

After briefly eating something with Lin Ting, he went upstairs. Lin Xun’s room is upstairs, not big, but warmly furnished. The light is warm yellow, the computer desk is opposite the bookshelf, the computer is a model of more than ten years ago, off-white, the display is small and bulky, it has long been aging, whether it can be turned on depends on the fate-the xp system is installed, and it has been eliminated , But Lin Xun was still old.

The pointer was released from the cat’s bag by him. He jumped onto the bed with a “meow” and sat down safely.

Lin Xun confirmed once again that this kitten really didn’t admit life at all, and in such an unfamiliar environment, I didn’t know that it was a resident for many years.

Lin Xun put a cat bowl and a litter box for him, fed snacks, wrapped it into cats and cats, brushed his teeth, hugged it in his arms, opened the notebook, and felt a little tangled.

He dare not talk to Dongjun.

Not because he felt that the hot search incident had affected Dongjun, but… he had a little, other feelings.

Now, when he thinks of Dongjun’s Weibo and the expression “^^”, he can’t stop thinking more.

After struggling for a while, he still didn’t find Dongjun, but opened Weibo.

After a whole day passed, the heat finally fell slightly, the sadness of the wife fans has definitely improved, and gradually accepted the reality… No, why do they all default that Dongjun does have a boyfriend?

Continue to read the passers-by’s remarks, the flag is clearly divided into three.

It’s so good to have a lot of money in Suan Dongjun, and the beautiful boys choose casually.

Another wave is souring him. It is so nice to be able to hook up to a good-looking and rich male god.

The third set of imagination is too vigorous, is interpreting the love story of the gold master and his canary, and even found that Galaxy’s venture capital and funds have invested in several movie and media companies, speculating that this Dongjun’s child will be Say it-they turn a blind eye to Galaxy’s investment in other industries.

Lin Xun: “?”

What’s the matter, even if the child is said to be a boyfriend, why is it still a small star that is supported and eats by the face?

This is no shame. A programmer, code and algorithms are his face, and facial features are outside his body. Even Dongjun, if he can’t write good-looking code, no matter how good-looking he is, he will not be a male god.

shallow.

He calmed down, shut down the social platform, goodbye to the Internet.

——No, I can’t see you again, because he received Dongjun’s video invitation at the next moment.