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"In these days, nothing is reliable. Originals can't compete with copycats, and even Microsoft's software can't stand up. If this continues, I won't be too surprised when Microsoft as a whole goes bankrupt.

Space is really going to be shut down, this place can only be picked up and stored in the hard disk.Maybe one day, even the hard drive is gone. "

The curtains in the living room were half drawn, exposing the slightly bright sky outside.The bedroom door was closed tightly, and He Jing held the mouse tightly. When he saw the first log, his heart was pounding.

Looking at the release date at the end of the diary, He Jing had just entered college at that time, and Han Zhao had been working for several years.

The title of the document is the interface of MSNSpace. He Jing knew that there was an instant messaging software called MSN many years ago, and Space is a blog service based on MSN accounts, similar to Qzone.

It is said that this software was once very popular among white-collar workers, but in the end it lost to QQ due to a wrong marketing strategy. Now it has completely withdrawn from the market, and the blog service has also stopped.

So, this is the log that Han Zhao copied from the webpage when Space ended its service?He Jing quickly browsed the first few pages of the document. They were all diaries consisting of just a few sentences, some with pictures, and the number of comments at the bottom of each diary was zero.

The name of the blog is even more straightforward, it says "Private Land", making it clear that I don't intend to show it to others.

He Jing suddenly realized that he had picked a diary with a lock.The lines Han Zhao wrote for him in front of him were like Achilles' heel, exposed in front of him defenselessly.

However, reading Han Zhao's privacy, He Jing felt a thorn in his back, and from time to time he was distracted to glance at the closed bedroom door.

There was a glimmer of light in the crack of the door, and there was the sound of a cat meowing unexpectedly.After staring at the computer in fear for a while, He Jing simply opened his mailbox and uploaded the document.

After finishing all this, he turned off the computer and opened the bedroom door.

The light was on in the room, Han Zhao was not asleep, and was leaning on the bed to read a book.Huamao was well treated and went to bed, lying beside him.

Seeing He Jing coming in, Han Zhao patted the place next to him.

He Jing lifted the thin quilt and stepped onto the bed. The cat gave him a blank look. Not only did it not give way, it also moved a few steps to squeeze between him and Han Zhao, pressing the quilt tightly with its paws.

Without further ado, He Jing picked up the cat and threw it down.The flower cat turned around and wanted to jump on the bed again, but He Jing picked it up with one hand, threw it into the living room rudely, and at the moment it turned around to fight back, he closed the door quickly.

Seeing this, Han Zhao twitched the corners of his mouth: "Are you still angry with it after it's over?"

The cat was scratching the door unyieldingly outside, He Jing pouted and lay down beside Han Zhao.

Leaning on Han Zhao's shoulder naturally, He Jing asked, "Aren't you sleeping?"

Han Zhao turned a page of the book in his hand: "I can't sleep, read a book for a while."

He Jing moved forward a bit: "What book?"

Han Zhao held a stack of pages between his fingers, and folded the cover to show him.

"'The King of All Maladies: A Biography of Cancer'," He Jing read the title of the book and asked doubtfully, "Is this book good?"

"Not bad. It talked about the development of human cognition of cancer, the invention and progress of treatment methods and treatment systems - from the invention of surgery, chemotherapy, a single chemotherapy drug to the joint use of multiple chemotherapy drugs, and after surgery. Combining chemotherapy courses, all the way to targeted drugs based on molecular research on cancer cells - although most cancers have not yet found a cure, countless doctors have devoted their efforts to this from ancient times to the present, and have made great achievements .”

He said a lot in one breath, and He Jing was confused.

"Speaking of it, it's still terminally ill."

The expression on Han Zhao's face froze, and then he smiled wryly: "Yes, grandma..."

He shook his head and said no more.

He Jing was taken aback for a moment, and suddenly understood.

"Is your grandmother sick?"

Han Zhao nodded, with a heavy expression on his face: "Lung cancer, just found out."

He Jing sat up: "How much?"

"It's not an advanced stage. It was seen when the pneumonia was admitted to the hospital to take an X-ray. After the pneumonia is cured, people will be fine, and they will not feel very uncomfortable."

"What to do next?"

Han Zhao closed the book and put it aside.

"I went to a doctor friend to see the results of the examination. I am too old to recommend surgery. Conservative treatment is the main method."

"Then..." He Jing's heart sank, he didn't know what to say in the face of such a disease and the recognized result.

"The lung cancer she got has targeted drugs—the drugs that only act on cancer cells. It is said that the effect is good for most people. There is also a newly opened proton and heavy ion hospital with new non-invasive medical methods. Hope, that is..."

Having said that, Han Zhao stopped.

"What is it?"

"At a family meeting at night, my aunts and uncles started to talk about how their family was struggling financially when they heard that it would cost a lot of money, house renovations, children getting married, and so on. "

"How can this be! How can these things compare with human life!" He Jing yelled bluntly.

"Yeah, it's their mother's life," Han Zhao said with a wry smile, "Leave them alone. I was brought up by my grandmother. Even without them, I would take care of her."

He Jing held his hand: "Money is not a problem, I also have savings, let's make it together, and think of other ways if we don't have enough."

"No, this matter has nothing to do with you." Han Zhao answered without thinking.

He Jing was in a hurry: "Why has nothing to do with me? You took me in when I was in the most difficult time. You don't have to spend the rent and expenses. I don't need to save any money. I can't help you when you need it urgently." help?"

Han Zhao stroked his hair: "I've got my heart, I haven't reached this point. When the time comes, I will talk to you."

When he said that, He Jing couldn't insist any longer.

"I don't know how to say it. Anyway, your business is my business."

"Well, so I didn't hide it from you," Han Zhao smiled at him even though he was in a bad mood, "I might be busy next time, so be good, and don't lose your temper when you're left out."

He Jing nodded, and leaned over to kiss his lips lightly.

"I'll be with you no matter what."

The sky was getting brighter outside the window, and neither of them was in the mood to sleep in, so they got up very early.

Han Zhao casually ate a few mouthfuls of breakfast and drove home to get his cell phone.He Jing tidied himself up. Seeing that it was still early, he drove the cat to the bedroom and shut it down, and turned on the computer in the living room.

The diary is in reverse order, and the starting time is about four or five years after Han Zhao graduated from university, and the subsequent dates are intermittent, and each article moves forward.

The second diary is accompanied by a photo, which is covered with high and low scattered green trees, occasionally dotted with clusters of golden flowers.The hillside is undulating, the sun only illuminates a corner of the top of the mountain, and the smoke curls up in the morning, which has an indescribable vicissitudes of beauty.

"I woke up early today and saw such a good picture when I opened the window. Autumn is indeed the best season in Manjuelong. The whole mountain is full of the smell of sweet-scented osmanthus. A new hotel like ours has not It’s full. After experiencing the good times, I don’t dare to think about the off-season winter in a few months. It’s really a state to not be surprised, and you need to practice hard.”

The following diaries are written about the first year of running the hotel.

Mountain scenery, traveler with various attitudes. "Time" opened in the middle of summer, and the business was very poor for a time, and it slowly improved in autumn.From the computer to the mobile phone, He Jing read Han Zhao's diary all the way. Although it was just some trivial matters, he read every word seriously, and he didn't let go when he got to the office.It wasn't until his colleagues called him to hold a regular meeting that he put away his mobile phone and went to the meeting room with everyone.

Everyone sat down in the conference room, and after waiting for a while, Lin Qiao was the only one missing.The colleague ran back to the office area to have a look, and said that Lin Qiao was temporarily caught by a client's phone call, and came as soon as he hung up.

After listening, everyone in the audience lowered their heads and took out their mobile phones, swiping Weibo and Wechat Moments.

He Jing also took advantage of the opportunity to open the document on the phone, and clicked "Back to the last browsing location".

That article was about the history of the stupid cat at home.

"In the circle of youth hostels in Hangzhou, there are several young people who came from Shanghai, and they talked very speculatively. Afeng said that staying in the youth hostel was too quiet and unaccustomed at first. He drove out for an hour at night, just to find a room. Starbucks is tainted with the spirit of the city. Now it is reversed. Occasionally when he returns to Shanghai, he feels dizzy when he sees the crowds pouring out of the subway station.

At night, wandering around the Baile Bridge in the dark, picked up a small trinket, and casually called Xiao Qiao.A certain person didn't like it, so he attempted to change his name and was suppressed. In the end, he did not cooperate non-violently and insisted on calling him a cat. "

The diary came to an abrupt end here, and He Jing murmured to himself, did the cat at home really be picked up by the bridge?After muttering, he thought about the last few words. Was the "someone" he said Lin Qiao?

With a question mark in his heart, He Jing swiped his finger to turn the page back, but the photo that came into his eyes made him shake his hands in fright, and pressed the lock screen button in a panic.

Putting down the phone in his hand, He Jing calmed down, looked up and looked around - everyone was swiping their phones quietly.He turned slightly to block others, and unlocked the screen of the phone.

What is shown in the document is a naked back of a man.

In a room full of natural light, a young man is kneeling on the tatami mat, his hips are slightly raised, and his legs are naturally separated.His hands were tied behind his back by a dark blue tie, his upper body leaned forward slightly, and his chin was raised slightly.

The most conspicuous thing is a distinctive five-finger palm print on the buttocks.

The angle of the photo is very good. Although the protagonist is completely naked, except for the buttocks with marks, the viewer cannot see any other sexual organs, and the protagonist's face is completely invisible.

However, even so, it is not difficult to imagine what a beautiful scene this is.

"The new red circle lens, I have taken so many portraits, but I still like this one the most - going to bed, with so many people going around, you are always the one who suits you the most.

She's glamorous in front of others, but cheap in bed.Lin Qiao, from the first time I saw you, I have been thinking about how you look under me.It's been almost ten years, and I still can't get enough of it. "

The door of the meeting room was pushed open, everyone glanced at the door, and immediately put away their mobile phones knowingly.He Jing raised his rumbling head and saw Lin Qiao sitting down not far from him with a cold face.

Pointing to a lawyer beside him casually, Lin Qiao said expressionlessly, "Let's get started."

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