MTL - You’re My Glory-Chapter 31
Time has passed the New Year in the plain. Before that, I was sent away on the way, so every night I went home, it became more and more deserted.
But fortunately, he also had a mission in January, going to the desert for a month.
It is a secret model of the field test. Although the model is not the general design of their research institute, he and Guan are also involved in some important work. Now they are in the field test phase, and they are also required to be present.
I went back to my hometown before going there.
It was very strange for parents to see him back. "I came back in October, how come back now?"
In October, he returned to his hometown after a long vacation, but only after the fourth day, his parents began to worry, thinking that he had a long break, and what happened.
At that time, he had not made up his mind, and it was hard to say what made his parents follow the anxiety. In order to avoid them guessing, they had to pretend to return to work in Shanghai. In fact, they were playing games all day long, and then they met Qiao Jingjing.
It looks good to my mother, but the first sentence at the beginning makes the way sad. His time with his parents is too small.
"I have to travel for a month, I don't know if the signal is good, go home and see."
My mother didn't ask where to do anything, just complained, "Don't say hello in advance." Also asked: "This Spring Festival night, can you come back before the Spring Festival?"
"can."
When Dad looked at the time and said that he was going to buy two cooked vegetables, he was smashed by his mother. "When the child comes back, let him eat cooked vegetables. How do you care about this dad?"
Finally, Dad went to buy chicken and live fish back. All of them burned a little faster, and I ate a bowl of rice on the way, and my parents showed a happy look.
After lunch, I chatted with them and returned to my room on the way.
His room was not big, he was facing north, and he spent his entire time in his childhood. After he was admitted to college, he rarely came back, so the room still maintained in high school. Most of the bookshelves were books that were read at that time. The cabinets were neatly arranged with various trophies from small to large. .
He stopped for a while, took out a book and looked through the bookcase.
When Mom came in and sent him fruit, he glanced and said strangely: "What do you think of high school textbooks?"
"No." Some unnaturally closed the book on the way and put it back on the bookshelf.
In fact, this time, going home, in addition to visiting my parents, there is a strange emotion in my heart. This time he often remembered the high school inexplicably, again and again, as if he wanted to dig out something in the past memories that he had ignored.
Unfortunately, few are few.
He knew that this was very emotional, but he could not restrain himself. He asked in disguise: "How is the high school book still there?"
"I missed it when I finished it."
On the way, I patrolled the room and asked, "What is my earliest desktop?"
I thought about it for a while, "You said no, the machine is old, and moved to the bicycle garage downstairs."
On the way, she asked her for the garage key, went downstairs and moved the desktop up. The mother brought the rag to help him wipe the ash: "The computer has been so long, how do you think about it, I have forgotten it, otherwise I will When selling old TV sets, you should take them together and take up the place, but they can't sell for dozens of dollars."
Laughed on the way, "Don't."
Then he said: "The display can be sold, and the main box is kept."
The computer has been useless for a long time, the startup program is extremely slow, and the mother has left, watching the screen slowly light up on the way, the long, infinite starry desktop is in front of the eyes.
He adjusted the settings, connected to the network, and then opened the qq.
His mobile phone qq is always on, and there will naturally be no new information jumping out on the computer. However, this computer has an old chat record ten years ago.
He stared for a moment before he went to find Qiao Jingjing's number and clicked on the chat record.
A series of cute pink characters jumped into the eye.
It is the font she will use. It was not accidental on the way, and the corner of the mouth could not help but bend. But when he started to read the contents of the chat, the smile began to become awkward.
He was too cold at the time.
The answer was always extremely streamlined, revealing a bit of polite perfunctory, and even once she asked a question that was too basic. Regarding the speed of the first universe, he also directly suggested that she go to Baidu.
Later he did not reply directly.
She insisted on it and worked tirelessly to find a topic.
For example -
"I saw you discussing the gap between China and the US in aerospace technology at the forum. Are we really so big with them?>_<"
For example -
“The discussion in the group is so lively, do you think humans can really immigrate to Mars?”
Later, she finally gave up.
The finger swiped the wheel and repeatedly looked at the few conversations. I wanted to go back and say to myself more than a decade ago - how can you be so impatient?
The roller slides to the bottom again, and the gaze on the way suddenly falls on the word "group" in the last sentence. He remembered that at that time, the space forum had a group of enthusiasts, was she also in that group?
He immediately found the group and entered Qiao Jingjing's qq number in the group chat search box.
A lot of records jumped out immediately.
She really is.
She used the same pink font in the group. At first, I just carefully interjected. There were a group of men in the group. I was very enthusiastic about this high school student and I was not as cold as he was. Occasionally a few childish questions were also explained in detail by her.
So her chat in the group is more and more lively, not as cautious as when chatting with him alone.
Slowly flipping over the road, a smile will appear from time to time, or because her childishness is lively at that time, or because she is sometimes a bit stupid - obviously the group of friends answered wrong, still worshipping there .
Soon, the searched chat history reached the last few pages.
Qiao Jingjing said goodbye to the people in the group.
Hand picking stars: I will not come to play later.
Hao Yu: What's wrong, parents don't let?
Hand picking stars: No, I have to study hard o(n_n)o and I will come to the university to meet you.
Weaver Constellation: Which is your goal?
Hand picking stars:.................. Tsinghua.
I couldn’t help but groan.
There was also a burst of exclamation in the group at the time.
Peng Peng: People can't look at girls!
Less evil: the ambition is not small.
Hand picking stars: In fact, I don't have any great ambition == But I recently confessed to people I like, he seems to dislike my bad grades, so I want to test the same university with him, maybe he likes me?
Weaver Constellation: Men don't look at this... Are you not beautiful enough to pick stars?
Hand pickable stars: very beautiful --
Fish head: low key.
Hand picking stars: Oh --
Hand picking stars: Anyway, I think about it, that is, I have shortcomings that the results are not good enough. . . So I plan to work hard.
Hand picking stars: But in fact, my score is also about 200 in the city.
Fork: Two hundred results are very good, the key universities are very stable.
The hand can pick the stars: but he is the first in the city.
Fork: Yes, yes.
Weaver's constellation: This is a big gap.
Hand picking stars: ah. However, I actually have a little bit of intent to study, and then I should be serious about it.>_<
Hand picking stars: I think I can work hard o(n_n)o
The teenage Qiao Jingjing expressed her enthusiasm for her efforts with the words she now does not use again.
On the way to the 30-year-old, looking at the record of more than a decade ago, his eyes suddenly looked sour.
It was difficult for him to look directly at such a record and hold his forehead.
