Chapter 118: Password (1)

Dongjun looked at him: "What's the matter?"
"I'm a little bit late," Lin Xun paused, and said, "Trouble."
"Actually these two or three years." He looked at Dong Jun, his voice gradually lowered, and said, "I haven't written anything valuable for a long time."
"You told me once." Dong Jun said: "Can I help? The architecture is over, Jiang Yun comes back in August."
Lin Xun shook his head.
"You have a lot of things," he said, "and..."
And he didn’t say anything. He just felt that after so many years, the way they spoke has become so rusty.
"And they can't help," he said, "I'm still alone."
The car swayed slightly in the air. He had a little physical fear, but he wasn't too scared. When he was young, he was afraid of falling. He sacrificed his life and would lose a lot of things when he fell. But when life is like a pool of backwaters, there seems to be nothing to fear. What's more, he is a non-person, but Dongjun seems to be doing very well. There is Dongjun here, and the probability of falling is much reduced.
"I'm asking for leave," he heard Dongjun Road, "accompany you during this time."
"Don't say that it's a critical period recently," he said. "It's still more important to the Milky Way. On the nutshell side, you seem to be busy too."
Dong Jun gave him a deep look: "What do you want to say?"
Lin Xun lowered his eyes and said, "I want to move out. It's too stressful to be with you."
This sentence seems to be spoken casually, but it seems to have been brewing for a long time.
There was a slight stagnation in the air. For a long time, he heard two short words: "How long?"
He said: "It depends."
There are many subtexts in the world. "Look at the situation" is generally equivalent to "no".
He looked up at Dongjun, and Dongjun's pale lips slightly squeezed. The look in his eyes was like the sky before the storm. At that moment, Lin Xun suddenly felt that he was an animal, and was being looked down on by the indifferent hunter, but this seemed to be just The illusion of a moment, the dark clouds had dispersed when he looked at the next second, and the sky returned to high and quiet.
The man in front of him did understand all his thoughts. He asked, "What about the Milky Way?"
Lin Xun thought about this problem.
People like them want to break up, and it involves a property division that is too complicated to start.
"I don't want anything." Lin Xun replied: "Yinhe was originally operated by you alone, I don't know them. Those shares I hold are still okay, do you need notarization? I don't understand them well."
He really doesn't understand. The equity he holds seems to be the same as Dongjun, but he has not made any substantial contribution to the operation of the Galaxy, and Dongjun has never revealed the intention of letting him participate, he only does research and development.
He tentatively asked, "Other... Is there anything else in my name?"
Dongjun looked at him for a while, and said lightly: "No more."
Lin Xun: "Okay."
The ferris wheel rose to the zenith, he looked at Dongjun, thinking, if you say something, I might not leave.
The car swayed, he was caged in the shadows, and Dongjun walked towards him and leaned over.
His chin was lifted up, a long kiss with no fierce meaning, gentle and light. Lin Xun closed his eyes. They took many kisses, and every kiss was tacit and perfect. He does have a perfect lover, but he sometimes feels that he is close to him, and sometimes he feels that he is far away from him.
He was let go, and the sunlight was a little dazzling, making Dong Jun's figure slightly blurred in his eyes. At this time, he continued to think, if you say a word, I won't go.
But until the end, the Ferris wheel slowly fell to the bottom, Dong Jun said: "Take care of yourself."
Lin Xun: "Yes."
The sound of the music on the ground was amplified, and he went down. The red-nosed clown came swaying and tucked a piece of rope into his hand. The end of the rope held a heart-shaped red balloon and floated high. His heart was suddenly tightened.
Dongjun didn't ask him why.
He prepared many reasons, did not get the opportunity to speak. In fact, there are not so many reasons, but the reason I want to say is unspeakable, too hypocritical and not respectable.
He looked at the bright red balloon and thought, I just think you don't like me anymore.
Many years ago, there was no galaxy, no partners, no press conferences, no stocks and funds, no applause and cheering boyhood, it seemed far away. As far as the cheerful melody in the amusement park, the ideals and spirits that were willing to pay all for it can be worn away, not to mention family friendship and love.
Twenty years is still too long.
He has been depressed for too long, and he has returned to freedom today. He feels that he should continue to court the goddess of mathematics.
……and then?
He let go, and the hydrogen balloon slowly flew upwards to the unknowable sky. And he also lifted his legs and walked out. It's just that the more depressed and the deeper the more suffocating, the feelings are overwhelming, and his throat is tight, like the last time the drowning man struggled, he opened his eyes in the bottomless darkness.
Lin Xun suddenly sat up from the bed.
The heartbeat was still violent, and his forehead was cold because he had a thin layer of sweat. He looked at the time at four in the morning. I used to dream, but it was still a natural wake up. This was the first nightmare to wake up.
Breathing had not yet calmed, and a thin "meow" came, and a white shadow jumped onto his bed and walked towards him.
Lin Xun raised the pointer's chin. In the dim light, the cat's eyes were like inorganic substances, and there was a little green fluorescence in the depths. The pointer licked his finger, the barb on his tongue hooked his finger, a slightly rough touch, but it was also warm. He picked up the pointer and stared at it.
Pointer: "Meow."
Lin Xun: "Liar."
Pointer: "...Meow?"
Lin Xun put the cat on the living room sofa and closed the bedroom door. He sat at the desk, pulled out a few blank draft papers, and then opened the phone, and cut to the chat interface with Dongjun. Turn over and take a few moments at the beginning and end of each conversation, and the speed of Dongjun's reply. Generally speaking, the response speed of information represents what his family Dongjun is doing now. After all, it's a person who doesn't like to wear wearable electronic devices. When the mobile phone is not in front of him, he can't see his message.
He didn't think there was anything when he was going to do this, but after twenty minutes, he found that he and Dongjun really had a lot to say, and they were not nutritious. They were all similar to "is there a problem with the logic of this place" Rubbish like "yes".
At half past six, the door was opened safely. In order to avoid being recognized as a pervert by him again, Lin Xun collected the draft paper and washed it according to a normal person's life. There is no good morning, no pro forehead to wake up, no toothpaste squeezed on the toothbrush or the like. The background sound is the intelligence that the security and architecture are talking to and do not know where to get it.
Just listen to Wang Jingdao said: "They are very weak, or let's hide a little more."
Lin Xun quickly said between brushing his teeth: "You can't make it to the finals if you stop and hide."
There is still foam in his mouth.
Wang Jianjing: "Being confident, be confident in yourself, algorithm."
Lin Xun murmured vaguely.
The first level of the Expo is online. It simply screens the submitted documents and selects a certain number to enter the pre-selection. The offline is divided into pre-selection and final selection. The pre-selection is held in four districts. Each district selects five finalists, a total of twenty. During the final election, several technology groups airborne four to six others, and the last twenty or so fair competition B, A, S awards-also in the attention of competing investors.
This system gave birth to "Tibetan" skills. First of all, everyone has their own products, and there are things that can be obtained in the products. The patents and papers must be in their own hands, but the ideas and ideas may be used for reference. There are still a few days between the pre-selection and the final election. In case two products with similar functions and similar levels meet in the pre-selection and all enter the final election, one of them is likely to be targeted temporarily Sexual transformation, overwhelming the other side.
Therefore, during the pre-selection, some teams who are confident of being able to enter the final will hide some killer skills and finally release them suddenly.
As for Luoshen, Lin Xun did not intend to let its 3D version appear.
Zhao Jian said over there: "There are still two things, you see this."
Wang Safety: "I know this person, the of security."
Zhao Jianshe: "How to say."
Wang Safety: "He will definitely make it to the final. Similar safety products are scarce in the past two years."
"By the way, the one given to me by the algorithm before is good, the one copied from the artifact. I have been working on it for a few days, and I have done some development." Wang Jianjing said, "If the protection function is better than the garbage on the market, Luo Shen is yellow, we are ganging up on the spot, I will take you to do that."
Lin Xun once again looked back between brushing his teeth: "? What do you say."
Wang Safe waved his hand: "Choke will not die you."
Lin Xun spit out the bubble: "You take the structure, what about me?"
Zhao Jianji: "Then you go to the Galaxy."
Wang Safely echoed: "You are undercover at Dongjun and coax him to invest in us."
Lin Xun: "Can he come back if he kicks me?"
Wang Jianjian looked disgusted: "Are you so arrogant?"
Lin Xun: "What if I kick him?"
Wang Safety: "You haven't been so upset yet."
Lin Xun: "..."
False friendship.
Right in front of him, Wang Jingjian listened to the architecture and said: "Our algorithm has many other advantages, but the most outstanding advantage is still affection, and will not kick people."
Lin Xun: "How to say?"
"You count and study, how many years have you been in this business."
Lin Xun: "Then I started about four or five years old."
"That's almost twenty years. Well, two decades have passed, and you can still be so passionate." Jiandao said: "Most people don't have such affection, even if the other party is the goddess of mathematics and the goddess of Turing."
"Then speculate," Lin Xun sat opposite. "If I were in love, why would I break up?"
The architecture's eyes turned.
"First of all it is not a personality reason, otherwise you will not fall in love with others. Then it is not a financial reason, tacky." Architecture said: "It may be because of ideals. For example, if you have to write code, he has to say that the computer has radiation. One minute before, life will be reduced by 60 seconds, and then you will be unplugged. The example I gave is not good, but you can definitely understand it. Or, the opposite is too powerful. If you stay with this kind of person for a long time, you will definitely be autistic."
Lin Xun: "Shut up."
Architecture: "You are pierced by me."
Lin Xun stood up, carried his computer, and looked down at the architecture: "It's all wrong."
Architecture: "Impossible, I know you better than your father."
"You speak more and more like Chinese, but what you say is nonsense. Of course you know me better than my father, who only knows me before the age of one." Lin Xun said.
Structure: "That's the emotional reason. You don't like the other party, or the other party doesn't like you."
Lin Xun took an apple from the table. Although the apple that fell on Newton's head came from people's fabrications, the apple still reminds people of Newton, which is the mascot of science students.
He threw the apple from the left hand to the right hand, and then from the right hand to the left hand, lazily said: "I think I'm fine, why wouldn't I like me? I didn't like it before, why do I like it now? There is a problem with this logic."
Architecture: "What the are you talking about?"
Lin Xun smiled, took a bite of the apple, and went outside: "Go."