Something happened. This is not going to be bloody.

Mr. Ling asked many technical questions, and when he learned that the holographic warehouse was created in the wrong direction, he shook his head helplessly.

"Xiao Liu, I brought you a gift today. Congratulations on your initial success. However, I still hope that your future research direction will be in the field of aerospace, so as not to waste your extraordinary talent."

When Zhou Leng saw the gift box opened by Elder Ling and the small tripod lying inside, he was stunned for a moment.

"This is what I got in my early years. It's an antique. Look at this tripod. It's obviously very old, but it feels brand new. I give it to you in the hope that you will not forget your original intention and that the aerospace industry will prosper."

"Mr. Ling, don't worry, I will try my best."

Zhou Leng took Xiao Ding solemnly. When he unblocked the voice, he heard Xiao Ding's cute voice with gritted teeth: "Master, we will meet again in this life!!"

***

Tao Yan was lying on the hospital bed, her eyes half open and her expression calm. She was trying hard to feel every part of her body. She could clearly feel it, but she could not move it freely like before. She knew that her life had come to an end.

When Tao Yan was young, she just hoped that her son would be healthy, have a decent job, marry and have children, and live a happy life. Later, her son became a world-renowned scientist, her son and daughter-in-law lived in harmony, and her granddaughter was filial and sensible. She was very content.

The exclusive ward was very spacious. Hu Qingnian was old, and he was sleeping on the accompanying bed on the side.

Zhou Leng, who was already over sixty years old, looked at the person who had opened his eyes on the bed and said softly:

"Mom, are you feeling unwell?"

When Tao Yan heard her son's voice, she tried very hard to open her eyes wide and turned her head. A blurry figure swayed in front of her eyes. She stretched out her hand and grabbed the familiar hand, her mouth opening and closing as she spoke:

"You have to take care of yourself. Mom is leaving first. In this life, Mom has no..."

He gasped in rapid breath and uttered: "Regret."

The door of the ward was pushed open, and a doctor came in. Zhou Leng was helped to the sofa by the guard beside him.

Powerless.

Tao Yan passed away at the age of eighty-seven.

Tao Yan's funeral was simple, but not crude. She was considered old and there were only a few people of her generation around her. Although Zhou Leng didn't want to hold a big ceremony, because of his current status as the number one person in the country's scientific community, his mother's death naturally caused a stir in a small circle.

A month later.

Zhou Leng sat in the garden, letting the sunlight shine on his face. There was a colorful dizziness in his closed eyes. He felt that Tao Yan's figure seemed to be moving slowly in the villa. He was too tired in this life. He did not like scientific research or studying. It was not until Tao Yan left without regrets and recalled the other's smile in his memory that he relaxed.

The guard stared at Old Liu's back worriedly, listening carefully to his steady breathing. Old Liu was too important, and he was afraid that he would be overly distressed.

Xin Ran stood in front of the glass window and looked at the familiar figure. She loved this man too much in her life. Because of her deep love, she understood him. She had spent her whole life to see how important her mother-in-law was in her husband's heart. She had a feeling in her heart that her husband seemed to want to chase after her mother-in-law and leave.

"Mom, you go to sleep for a while. I'll take care of Dad." Liu Yuanyuan put her arm around her mother's shoulders worriedly.

"No, I have to keep an eye on him."

Zhou Leng only felt a little cold, and after a moment a warm feeling enveloped him. He tried hard to think about this familiar warmth. It seemed to be the warmth he had felt after sleeping in the study countless times and feeling cold. He opened his eyes and saw Xin Ran's haggard face.

It was already dark.

"You should go and rest. You must be exhausted."

Xin Ran listened to the concern in the man's hoarse voice. She suddenly couldn't control her emotions and said aggrievedly: "I'm afraid, I'm afraid you will leave me. You know my intuition is always accurate."

Zhou Leng stretched out his hand. The woman's hand was delicate and loose. He said comfortingly, "No, I will stay with you and your daughter."

"Do you know?"

"Yes, I will."

The guard remained silent. Only when he saw Zhou Leng was about to stand up did he step forward to support him.

dinner.

Hu Qing has lost a lot of weight since Tao Yan's death. Seeing that Zhou Leng's complexion has improved a lot, he said:

"Zimo, I've contacted Hu Mei, and she'll be here to pick me up tomorrow. Now that your mother is gone, I won't be staying with you any longer."

Zhou Leng knew that Hu Mei was Hu Qing's daughter. Hu Qing and Tao Yan had never obtained a marriage certificate for so many years. Now that Tao Yan passed away, Hu Qing proposed to leave.

"Uncle, I have convenient medical care here. The doctor who has been taking care of you also understands your situation. When Sister Xiaomei arrives tomorrow, let her stay here for a few days and have someone take you and your daughter around Kyoto."

Hu Qing choked up and wanted to continue speaking when he was interrupted by Zhou Leng.

"Uncle, listen to me and live with me. If mom were here, she wouldn't let you go to Sister Xiaomei's place."

Hu Qing nodded. He had lived with Tao Yan for most of his life. Although he cared about his daughter Hu Mei, they did not spend much time together. If he really went to Hu Mei's house to live out his retirement, it might not lead to good results.

Hu Qing recently found a notebook from many years ago when he was sorting out old things. It contained Tao Yan's occasional records. After dinner, Hu Qing handed the notebook to Zhou Leng.

Holding the black leather notebook in hand and opening the buckle, the color of the buckle position is darker, and this dark color is like a mark of time.

The content on the first page of the notebook was concise and sloppy, which showed the impatience of the person who wrote it at the time. Zhou Leng looked at it seriously.

......

'On August 5, my son said sorry to me. Actually, I have never blamed him. I have to become stronger to protect him.....'

'On October 9, Tao Jun asked me to borrow money today. I angrily refused. He was not worthy.'

'In the fall of 2009, I got divorced. Divorce is great. Work is exhausting.'

......

"I was scared to death today. My son is a genius and I must protect him."

......

'On January 3, my son left the institute. It doesn't matter. I earn enough now. I don't ask Zimo to be rich. I just want him to be healthy. Being happy is better than anything else. Health is the capital of revolution!'

......

"Liu Changli, that bitch, actually dared to come to my house and ask my son to find a job. I was really blind at the time. Humph, I'll dig my eyes out a hundred times!"

......

'We moved today. I am very excited. My son has become a great scientist. He needs to be protected. I have to take good care of myself now. If someone plots against my son, I can take the bullet for him. If his heart and spleen are damaged from staying up late, I will give him everything I have. My son is awesome.'

Zhou Leng slowly turned to the last page. His handwriting was obviously weak. There was a sentence written on the paper:

"My health is getting worse and worse, and I may have to die. I still want to be your mother in the next life, is that okay?"

May I?

Zhou Leng thought of Liu Zimo, whose soul had dissipated.