When the group returned home, Du Chunhua was sitting on the sofa watching TV while drinking the mutton soup made by Du Qiu. Instead of using spoons, she held a big bowl in her right hand and a handful of peanuts in her left hand. She took a sip and took a few pills. She sat straight, and combined with her long hair and a cloak-like windbreaker, she was both hard and soft, and graceful, as if she was a heroic and heroic hero.

"Chunhua, how could you drink soup like this? You're like an alcoholic."

Oh! Dad, you are really not interested...

"What's wrong with me drinking this way?" Du Chunhua and Lin Dawei did not call him. He gave him a blank look and ignored him. He asked Du Qiu: "Brother, your peanuts are fried well, the taste is a bit strange, but they are delicious. How do you make it?"

"I crushed the seaweed that Jinyan usually ate and put it in as salt, and then poured a little white wine to prevent the tide from relapse." Du Qiu stood at the door when he was a child, and did not change his shoes into the house. After explaining, he said, "Sister, Jinyan has been shouting that he has been going to build a snowman for a day. Now the snow has stopped. Let's go downstairs to build a few."

Du Chunhua walked to the door with a bowl of soup, bent over and asked, "Jinyan, do you really want to build a snowman?"

"Yeah." Lin Jinyan nodded vigorously, then raised his glove-wearing hand, raised his head and asked, "Mom, I don't want to pile four, just pile one, okay?"

The child could not hide his worries, his face was nervous and his eyes were full of expectations, which made Du Chunhua's love flood, and he could not refuse at all. She drank all the broth in one breath, then handed the bowl to Du Qiu, picked up his son, rubbed his forehead against his little face, and promised: "I promised to pile four of them in the morning, how could I just pile one? Let's go down and pile four big snowmen now."

"Mom, you are so nice, I love you so much!"

Lin Dawei brought out a shovel and two shovels from the utility room next to the master bedroom. Seeing this, he smiled and said, "Do you only love your mother, but not your father?"

"Dad, I love you too."

"Then do you love dad or mom more?"

"I love both mom and dad, but I don't love my uncle because you always provoke discord!"

"Oh, Jinyan is really amazing now. He even knows the excuse of sowing discord. In the afternoon, he actually told me to let me know the current affairs..."

The family left the room while chatting and laughing. After listening to Lin Dawei's story when they went downstairs, Du Chunhua also laughed and said, "Tomorrow night, there will be a children's drama troupe to perform Yue Fei's loyalty to serve the country. These words are probably learned by Jin Yan when watching their rehearsal."

"No wonder, I said, how could he suddenly say "knowing the current affairs"? I didn't understand this word even when I was in junior high school."

"How can you be so smart?"

Although Du Chunhua agreed to come out to build a snowman, he did not dare to let Lin Jinyan play too presumptuously. He took him to stand in a sheltered place in the snow and directed Lin Dawei and Du Qiu to shovel the snow. It took a whole day to snow heavily, and the snow was thick on the ground. Both of them were young men with strong energy, good physical strength, and not afraid of the cold. Soon four snowmen of different sizes and shapes were piled up. Not only did Lin Jinyan cheer and attracted several neighbors who had no rest, and they took their children out of the house. The residential building was full of liveliness.

"I haven't moved for a long time. After shoveling the snow for a while, my waist was a little sore." Lin Dawei stood on a shovel and looked at Lin Jinyan running between the four snowmen, and said, "Aqiu, since you came, Jinyan has become much more lively than before. You can take care of him more in the future."

Why does this sound a little like a entrusting person?

It seems that my dad has decided to divorce long ago...

"I am his uncle, not his father." Du Qiu said a little upset and angrily: "Even if you divorce, you should be responsible, you still have to be responsible."

"Nonsense! I'm sorry for your sister, and I will never let my son down again."

Lin Dawei threw the shovel, strode forward, tied the snow-proof hat on Lin Jinyan's down jacket tightly, and took him to play snowball fights with a few children, which caused bursts of screams and laughter. After Du Qiu stood beside him and watched for a few minutes, he found Du Chunhua who was chatting with his neighbor and said, "Sister, do you have any cameras and film at home? Take a picture of these snowmen and leave a souvenir."

"I'll go back and get it now."

Du Chunhua quickly took a camera and came down. Du Qiu took it and saw an intimacy with his old friend. This was the Nikon FM2 that Lin Dawei bought in 1991 to take his son's first birthday photo. He used it to take birthday photos every year. It was not until 2008 that it was changed to a digital camera. Du Qiu occasionally took it out to show off before traveling through time. The FM2 was beautiful and durable. It is considered to be a fine product among mechanical SLR cameras. It was highly praised by film photography enthusiasts in 2016.

"Brother, when I went up just now, someone called you, and it seemed that he was called Chen Dayou or Chen Dayou. I asked him what was wrong. He said it was okay, just to tell you that your article was sensational in the United States." Du Chunhua was a little surprised and asked, "What article did you write?"

"He is a researcher at the Qingyunshan Quantum Physics Institute, named Chen Dayou, the one who was the famous anti-Japanese general Yu Dayou in the Ming Dynasty." Du Qiu explained while fiddling with the camera: "It's actually nothing. I wrote a few small articles about computer programming, and I posted them on the Internet today. Maybe after reading it, the foreigner thought I wrote it well."

"Is that right?" Du Chunhua believed it or not, and asked with his head tilted, "You really know how to write computer programs?"

The mother's expression was very vivid, blending the playfulness of a girl and the charm of a young woman. Du Qiu raised his hand and snatched a photo. The bright flashing light made Du Chunhua's eyes dark. After reacting, he bent down and grabbed a handful of snow and smashed it over, and said angrily: "You little brother, I'm not a pervert, why are you shining!"

Du Qiu was slightly stunned, and then remembered that this was the previous joke of the hero saving beauty. He couldn't help laughing. His originally somewhat depressed mood was relieved. He turned around and walked to the snowman and shouted: "Jinyan, come here quickly, my uncle will take a few photos of you, your father and mother."

Although it was lively and fun, both Du Chunhua and Lin Dawei were still scared and did not dare to let his son stay in the snow for too long. After taking the film in the camera, he dragged him home. Perhaps Lin Dawei performed very well in the snowball fight just now. Lin Jinyan chose to sleep with him at night. The father and son were a little tired, and they didn't even tell the story, so they quickly turned off the lights and fell asleep.

After washing up, Du Qiu was about to go back to her room to rest, but Du Chunhua called him. She took out a few rolls of yarn from a paper bag and asked, "Brother, which color do you like?"

"Why, sister, do you want to knit a sweater for me?"

"I was bored after returning to my hometown during the Spring Festival. I had nothing else to do except watch TV and chatting with family matters. I just happened to give you one." Du Chunhua held up his yarn and compared it on Du Qiu, asking, "Do you want something brighter or something darker?"

In the 1990s, almost every housewife would knit sweaters. Du Qiu knew that his mother was a master. The sweaters she knitted were not only fine and sturdy, but also fashionable and beautiful. They were very popular among neighbors. But knitting this thing was quite tiring, so he rudely said: "You knit it for Jinyan, I'm not afraid of the cold."

"Jinyan is the same every year. If the knitting is smaller, it won't be worn next year. If the knitting is bigger, it won't be worn now. I'm too lazy to weave it. It's better to buy ready-made clothes just."

"Then let's knit a small vest for me, it's just about spring to wear it." Du Qiu casually chose iron-gray wool and said, "This is good."

"I also think this is good. It looks steady and energetic, so you can wear it directly outside." Du Chunhua took out a roll of soft ruler to help him measure his waist. When he was walking behind, she suddenly asked, "Brother, are you afraid?"

"What are you afraid of?"

"I'm afraid of going home." Du Chunhua said quietly: "You haven't been back for more than ten years. Many people and things have changed, especially our father, who is very strict and tough now. Have you figured out how to see him?"

It is normal for people to be close to the hometown. If it is true, Du Qiushi may be very nervous and afraid. However, Du Qiu is fake. The life he spent in his hometown since he was a child has not been a year in total. Although his grandfather moved to Yuncheng after retirement, and the two spent seven or eight years together, they were relatives after all. After all, they were relatives of different generations. They only remember that there was only the kindness between grandparents and grandchildren, and not the severity between father and son, so there was no need to say that they were nervous.

Du Qiu is a person with a cold personality and few emotional fluctuations. Now he has not yet fully integrated into this era. He always feels like he looks at the world through glass. Except for his biological parents and childhood self, he is wearing masks to act with others. He doesn’t give much emotion. Although he sometimes seems inhumane, he has also reduced a lot of trouble and maintained a calm and calm heart. He keenly felt that his mother was actually very nervous, so he said with a smile: “What are you thinking about in this matter? Just call dad when you meet. If he doesn’t feel respectful enough, then I can call dad, right?”

Du Chunhua burst out laughing, punched him twice, and said, "Not you are as heartless as you! You have been separated for more than ten years, and you must at least kneel down and cry and call him dad when you meet."

"Sister, have you watched too many costume TV series?"

Du Chunhua beat him again, and then directed: "Go and move the stool over. You are too tall and I can't reach my shoulders... Oh, what do you eat every day when you were in RB?"

"What's wrong?"

"Give some food for Jinyan, so I will look as tall as you in the future."

Damn! I also want Jinyan to be shorter, so that even if he looks the same in the future, he will not be considered alone...

Forget it, make delicious food every day to gain weight, so that Jinyan will grow taller and fatter...

After measuring the size and choosing the style, Du Chunhua went back to the bedroom to rest, while Du Qiu picked up the phone in the living room and called Chen Dayou's dormitory number.

The phone rang twice and was picked up. Chen Dayou turned against the slow-tempered leadership tone in the morning and said in a voice with obvious excitement: "Du Qiu, I just went to the computer room and received hundreds of emails from the United States with your account. Haha, you are going to be famous now."

In 1995, the Internet speed was slow, the charge was high, and there was no smartphone or WIFI. No one could be online 24 hours a day, anytime and anywhere like in 2016. There was a ten-hour time difference between Yuncheng and the United States. China's daytime was equivalent to the evening in the United States. When Du Qiu uploaded the article at around 10 a.m., it was 6 p.m. in the United States. Now Yuncheng is 10 a.m., and the United States is 6 a.m., which means that during these 12 hours, most people in the United States were resting and could receive hundreds of emails, which shows that those four articles have indeed attracted the attention of many people.

"Did any famous person send it?"

"I just came back from the computer room for a while and haven't looked carefully yet, but I saw John Hall's name when I downloaded it."

"Who is that?"

"He is an expert in Unix technical services at a data company in the United States, and the founder and head of Linux International. He is very well-known in the Linux circle. It is said that he has a beard that can hang to his belly button."

Isn't this the bearded man mentioned by Linus Torvaz, the father of Linux, in his autobiography. He is the godfather of Linus' second daughter, and the two are very close...

Could it be that I am going to make a big splash and become famous overnight?

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Note: The time difference in the book takes Silicon Valley as the reference point.
Chapter completed!