Bit Mania [Hacking]

The sky is gloomy and gloomy on Qingming Festival, and it is raining densely. The weather in the south is cold and wet. The temperature is not low, but the chill penetrates into the bones of the people.

The black car drew two watermarks on the asphalt road and stopped outside Huanjiang Town Cemetery.

The car door opened, and a man's hand stretched out of the car holding a long umbrella handle. The raindrops couldn't wait to fall on the black cuff, blurring some dark colors. At the same time, the fingers of the person in the car moved slightly, The umbrella opened with a "swish", blocking the rain.

In the huge cemetery, the colors of the trees follow the mountains.Coniferaceae and holly were neatly planted by the roadside, using the misty rain to create a depressing atmosphere, the man stepped out of the car, locked his means of transportation, held an umbrella in one hand and held a bouquet of white flowers in the other, wiping Cheng Liang's black leather shoes stepped on the muddy bluestone road, but his owner walked into the cemetery step by step without realizing it.

The group of tombs in the morning mist gradually appeared following his footsteps, and finally the leather shoes stopped in front of an unremarkable tombstone. There was no epitaph, not even a black and white photo of the owner of the tomb, only an ordinary name and A string of numbers - "1978.1-2007.7".There is a wreath on the bare stone tablet, which is already a rare treat.

In the eyes of outsiders, this place is undoubtedly the destination of ordinary people, cheap, narrow, and the incense is cold.But what they don't know is that there is a group of people in the world who have been wandering in the dark all year round. Just because of an inconspicuous tombstone, they regard Huanjiang Town, an ordinary town in Huaguo, as a place of pilgrimage. The place.

Someone had arrived before him.The other party stood there with a long body, holding an umbrella, but most of his body was soaked through.Looking along the line of sight of that person, the hand holding the umbrella is hanging directly above the tombstone on the ground. Under the gloomy sky, the white wreath is not dripping with water.

The latecomer walked up without seeing it, squatted down, placed the bouquet in his arms in front of the tombstone, and unconsciously traced the name on it with his fingers, as if reminiscing, stood up after a long time, and walked along the way he came without saying a word go back.

At this time, the person who had been standing holding the umbrella for the stele suddenly said behind him: "Are you satisfied now?"

He stopped in his footsteps, frowned fiercely, turned around and was about to speak, but there was a dull thunder in the sky, and the anxious voice of the cemetery staff came from far and near: "It's not good, come to sweep the grave." Family members quickly hide in the room, thunderstorm is coming!"

The sky darkened at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the beam of the flashlight kept going back and forth between the tombstones, driving the crowds who came to visit the grave to take refuge. After a quick glance, the name of the owner of the tomb was reflected in the eyes of the two men along with the rumbling thunder...

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"Luo Zixin, Luo Zixin!"

Hearing his name being called from behind, the boy pushing the bicycle turned his head suspiciously, and saw his deskmate running towards him panting: "Is that you, Liu Chang? What's the matter?"

"Huh... you run so fast after school every day." The other party stopped in front of him, panting heavily with his hands on his knees, wearing the same school uniform as him, with dark blue trousers under a white shirt, and dark blue trousers on his chest. Printed with the school badge - Huanjiang Middle School.

"Next week is the mid-term exam, Zixin, there is a new hot pot restaurant two streets away, we plan to go there for a meal after the exam, you can come too!"

The boy named Luo Zixin stretched out his hand to comfort his deskmate, and said apologetically, "This... I might not be able to go."

"...It's like this again." Although Liu Chang had expected it, the expression on his face still collapsed: "I never attend any gatherings among classmates. What are you busy with every day?"

Luo Zixin replied seriously: "Make money to support the family."

"Bringing a family? You? A junior high school student?" The tall tablemate blinked, obviously unable to believe that for a child of his age, almost all the concept of money comes from the pocket money given by his parents, and perhaps it is only a part-time job at most. Just earn extra money.

Liu Chang stretched out his hand and patted the boy's shoulder twice. Seeing Luo Zixin staggering uncontrollably, he couldn't help laughing even more happily: "Puff haha... With your small body, are you sure you can support a family?"

"What I'm saying is true."

"Okay, okay, really, really! Then student Luo Zixin, the pillar of the people, I'll go first, you must provoke the leader of society!"

"I..." Luo Zixin wanted to say something else, but the other party had already waved to him chicly, patted his buttocks and walked away.

He shook his head helplessly, pushed the old bicycle down the sidewalk, stepped on the pedal skillfully with one foot, and quickly blended into the continuous flow of traffic.

The reason why Huanjiang Town was named Huanjiang is obvious.A tributary of the Yangtze River flows through this central town, ticking a trickle in this small area, and seems to be deeply satisfied with the tranquility and peace here.

It was supposed to be sunset after school time, but now the sky is surprisingly gloomy, and it seems that there will be a lot of rain coming.

Zixin pedaled hard on his somewhat worn-out bicycle, and the chain creaked and climbed onto the bridge. A cargo ship happened to pass under the bridge. Relaxed, the unique tide of the south rushed towards the face, the boy's soft bangs were blown back by the wind, revealing a white and clean forehead.

Huanjiang Town, as a central town, has developed rapidly on the whole. It is divided into east and west banks by a narrow river. Luo Zixin's home is located in the east of the relatively small area. The west of the town where the school is located has been approved by the government. The development of the town has been vigorously developed, and the facilities have been built impressively, while the east of the town is a little later. At present, affordable houses and some foreign residents are more common.

Luo Zixin stopped in front of a public bicycle shed, locked the car and ran into the house: "Dad, I'm back."

There was a response from inside the room, and a man came out slowly after a while. Looking carefully, he was actually not very old. He looked about 40 or [-] years old, but his walking posture was a bit staggering.

"Xiao Xin."

Zixin walked a few steps quickly, supported his father and walked into the house: "It's getting dark, Dad, hurry up and give me today's order, I'll set off right away."

Father Luo looked at the sky worriedly, and took out a piece of paper full of handwriting from under the landline: "Today's order is here. The weather was fine all day before, but now it is suddenly cloudy. I have called I have discussed with the customers on the phone and postponed some orders that are not in a hurry until tomorrow or the day after tomorrow. I have no choice but to go now, Xiaoxin, it is dark and the road is slippery, so you must be careful on the road."

"I will." Luo Zixin nodded and walked into his room.

This is a small room of eight square meters. In addition to a small single bed, whether it is a desk or a wardrobe, even the floor is full of electronic devices such as various transformers, circuit boards and relays. Components, like the studio of an electrical madman, may be more like a recycling bin for waste electrical appliances.

Zixin stepped over all kinds of things on the ground familiarly, untied the schoolbag on his back and put it on a corner of the desk. The living space of textbooks and books was squeezed to the limit by the electronic devices with teeth and claws, and he could only curl up pitifully. In the most inconspicuous little corner.

The boy took out today's order, which briefly included the addresses of the customers, the electrical appliances that need to be repaired, and a general description of the fault. He quickly scanned it, and he already had a bottom line in his mind, and various maintenance plans were almost subconsciously in his mind. Formed, just waiting to be put into practice.Zixin dragged out a heavy toolbox from under the desk. After opening it, components and instruments such as multimeter, clamp meter, contactor, coil, capacitor and transistor were neatly stacked in it. He checked it and made sure There is no problem, and according to today's order, put some other components that are expected to be used or replaced into the box, and finally walk out of the room with them.

Father Luo found out a raincoat, folded it neatly and handed it to him, and told him: "If it rains heavily, find a place to take shelter temporarily, but don't let yourself get sick from being drenched."

He nodded: "Dad, be careful not to let your waist catch cold in rainy days."

The man said yes, and asked him to wait here for a while, then turned back and walked into the kitchen, and soon came out with a plate, and the strong smell of corn immediately permeated the whole room.

The golden tortillas lie quietly on the plate, steaming. It is a masterpiece of cornmeal with palm oil and sugar fried in a pan. The workmanship is simple but very fragrant.Zixin reached out and grabbed a piece and put it in his mouth. The feeling from his taste buds made him squint his eyes. With one piece in his mouth, he took another one into the plate with his paws. Then he ran out of the room and put the toolbox on the plate. On the back seat of the bicycle, he turned around and waved.