Please don't touch me at the same table, thank you

Song Huai originally thought that the arrangement for the first day of the holiday was to go out for lunch or dinner, go to the planetarium to watch the stars after dinner, and come back around ninety o'clock.

However, Song Zhishen didn't intend to waste such time at all.

At eight o'clock in the morning, he woke up his son, washed and tidied up, picked up the car keys, and drove Song Huai strangely and slowly to a very popular breakfast shop.

"what do you want to eat?"

Dozens of seats in the breakfast shop were already occupied by office workers. Song Zhishen stood in front of the steamed bun overflowing cage drawer, carefully sifting through the menu with red background and white letters on the wall, "Do you like steamed dumplings? Let's order a small drawer Long Bao?"

Song Huai suffered from insomnia last night and didn't fall asleep until after three o'clock in the morning, and was still a little sleepy after waking up so early.

He stared at the menu for a long time, but before he could say yes, the aunt who was busy packing the dumplings in front of him suddenly took a look at them and interrupted: "Little handsome guy, I suggest you add more money instead of buying ordinary steamed dumplings." Done, buy our crab roe steamed buns. The skin of the buns is thin and tender, and the crab roe inside is full, and the juice will flow when you bite into it. I won’t lie to you. Ten of our guests eat crab roe. Nine of the steamed buns said they were delicious. The other one thought it was too small, so I ate crab roe soup buns instead.”

The proprietress said the hype, everyone laughed, and Song Zhishen also laughed, took out his mobile phone and opened the QR code, "Okay, then give me two drawers of crab roe steamed buns, two large fried dumplings, and two prunes with pork meat Bao, and two servings of soy milk, slightly sweeter, remember to keep it warm."

"Oh, I just like a handsome guy who is straightforward like you." The proprietress hurriedly moved the drawer, and took the time to give him a thumbs up, "Our soy milk is also hand-ground, like some stores like to use soy milk powder Mixing a lot of water, our family doesn’t like to do that, if you go to the back of our store and look, there is a stone mill next to the well, and you can look at the calluses on our hands, they were all pushed out of the mill when we were young..."

The proprietress is from other provinces, because her hometown is too poor to earn money, so she came to Lin'an with her husband and children to work hard.The simple mountain people are used to being enthusiastic, and they always like to chat with customers about this and that, and they always have a smile on their faces. The store is full of laughter and laughter.

Sitting back in the car, Song Zhishen drove very slowly, as if he didn't want him to drive more than 20 miles.Lin'an's economy has become more and more developed in recent years, and the roads are smooth and smooth throughout the whole journey. Song Huai sat in the passenger seat and ate breakfast and drank soy milk.

The proprietress is right, the crab roe soup dumplings are really delicious, the skin is thin and the meat is rich, and the crab roe is also ample, it is not deceiving at all.

At 08:30 in the morning, the main road was jammed with all kinds of commuter vehicles. Song Zhishen lowered half of the car windows, and the four wheels flexibly turned a corner, taking a road with few people and an empty one.

The air in the morning is the freshest, and the night wind blows away the impetuosity of the night, leaving only a new beginning for the earth.As soon as the wind blows, the slightly cool air is drawn into the nostrils, and it seems that even the brain that has been sleepy all night has been washed and emptied.

"dad."

Song Huai leaned halfway against the car window, his eyes were on the long green belt in the distance, and he was still holding the soy milk cup that was almost finished.

He retracted his gaze and looked at the black steering wheel in Song Zhishen's palm, "How did you drive today?"

"I haven't driven for several years, and I don't touch the gas pedal again. I'll be blind again when I retake the driver's license test." Song Zhishen glanced at him and smiled, "How is it? Are you driving steadily?"

"stable."

Song Huai nodded, then looked at the direction sign that quickly brushed ahead, "Where are we going?"

"Go to the city library and show you around the bookstore."

Song Zhishen patted his son on the shoulder and smiled mysteriously, "They happened to be having an event today."

Song Huai originally thought that what his father said was a promotion, and was surprised for a while, but when he got to the place and saw the poster in front of him, he understood everything.

Jointly organized by the municipal government, the municipal library and the Lin'an Youth Knowledge Development Association, the first phase of the Lin'an Youth Robot Parent-Child Competition (children under the age of 18 and their parents can participate)

Song Huai: "..."

"Dad, I will participate in this..."

He said slowly, "It's not appropriate, is it?"

"What's inappropriate?" Song Zhishen patted him on the shoulder and smiled, "Didn't you celebrate your birthday at the end of the year? Is there any problem for a teenager under the age of 18?"

"Can--"

"let's go."

Before he could refuse, Song Zhishen held him and pushed open the door of the event hall. The little girl at the registration office probably met a real, under 18, high school sophomore student for the first time to participate in the competition. Her beautiful eyes were full of doubts and emotions. Puzzled, she looked at them several times, checked their ID cards, and let them in after confirming that the information was not fake.

The little girl's doubts are not unreasonable. When entering the venue, there are all junior high school students aged 13 and 14, and even parents bring elementary school students, kindergartens and preschools to join in the fun. Once entering the competition venue, Everyone's eyes turned to them involuntarily, as if they were also surprised that teenagers these days are taller than their parents in this generation.

"........."

Song Huai's face was burning hot. It was his first time to participate in such an unbeatable competition. In comparison, Song Zhishen, who is a scientific researcher and active scientist, was quite calm. He still had time to find two plastic mushroom stools. By the way, he took two oranges from the free snacks and fruit area next to him, peeled them and handed them to Song Huai.

"Xiao Huai, do you want to eat oranges?"

"..."

Song Huai accepted the heavy father's love heavily. On the other end, the host coughed twice and came on stage with a smile, "Hello everyone, welcome parents, big friends and children to participate in this event organized by the municipal government, the municipal library and... "

The host said a lot of polite opening remarks before transitioning to the rules of the game.

This parent-child competition is very different from ordinary youth robot competitions. Parents and children adopt a joint combat method. Parents need to help their children or let them make a robot by themselves. Parents also need to hand in their homework. , The competition lasted for three hours. During the evaluation, the judges will score the children's and parents' robots separately, and finally conduct a comprehensive score to select the top three in the competition.

... To put it bluntly, this competition pays more attention to children's open thinking and hands-on ability, and also cultivates parent-child relationship by the way.In the evaluation process, the judges will not judge the children's works based on the difficulty of the children's works, which can be regarded as a break for everyone's age inequality.

After the host introduced the rules, it entered the stage of conceptual design and parts selection. When other people’s parents began to scramble to choose parts, wires and wrenches, the father and son Song Zhishen and Song Huai were still standing in front of the empty tool table. sitting.

"Have any ideas?"

Song Zhishen asked.

Song Huai nodded, "Probably has a prototype."

"Me too." Song Zhishen snapped his fingers, "Why don't we, father and son, have a private competition? I remember you went to your uncle's laboratory when you were in junior high school, and learned some engineering knowledge from him...Did you forget?"

Song Huai smiled when he heard that.

It means how is it possible.

"Well done, as expected of my son." Song Zhishen patted him on the shoulder, "Let's go, pick the parts, and the next thing is the competition between the two of us."

Song Zhi was deeply influenced by his father, and he minored in mechanical engineering in college. This rich hands-on experience also added a lot of convenience to his Antarctic investigation.

He, an experienced scientist in his forties, competed with his underage son of a science student. According to common sense, he was indeed a bit of a bully.

But... Song Huai is really not an ordinary person.

Song Zhishen went to pour two cups of tea, bought another bag of sugar, wandered around, ate something and took pictures, and finally came back with big and small bags, four or ten minutes had passed.

Song Huai was sitting at the work table with a very focused expression, and was stirring the wire with a vise. Song Zhishen took a closer look, good guy, he made a simple power generation device with a magnet next to it, and installed a small light bulb for trial operation next to it , glowing brightly.

Song Huai is still tinkering with the main body, and it's hard to see what he's going to do, but with this posture, if it's not for the lack of materials, he may be able to pull out the wooden board and the electric saw to saw a base.

With nearly two hours left, Song Zhishen rolled up his sleeves and was about to start work. Before starting, he glanced at the long handle in Song Huai's hand, and felt that the small black dots inlaid in the middle were very familiar.

After watching for a long time, he finally couldn't help asking.

"what is that?"

Song Huai paused, recovered from his concentrating work, followed Song Zhishen's gaze, and explained, "That's a camera."

"...Micro camera?"

Song Zhishen recalled, "Didn't I see the camera in the parts area just now?"

"It doesn't count." Song Huai picked up the phone, revealing the small square that was removed on the back, and said naturally, "I removed the rear camera of the phone. I tried it just now. I guess it can be adjusted to a super wide-angle Photography, although not up to the resolution and full-frame standards of a professional camera, is adequate."

Song Zhishen: "..."

"Ok?"

Song Huai looked innocent.

"you……"

Song Zhishen didn't know whether to laugh or cry, but when he looked at the semi-finished product in his son's hand, he felt amused and faintly proud.

"Okay!" He simply took a picture of his mobile phone on the table, "Isn't it just a mobile phone camera, we don't need any money, and there is a mobile phone shop right next to it, so let's change to the latest model later! By the way, if the dual camera is not enough, you can also dismantle my phone."

There are indeed quite a few differences between three-cameras and dual-cameras. There is a saying in photography that the bigger the bottom is, the larger the photosensitive area is, the more external light the camera can feel at the same time, and the photos taken will be better. Clearer and less noise. [1]

Of course, the professional three-camera and the three-camera that Song Huai has casually fiddled with at hand must not be compared together. What Song Huai can do is to optimize to a certain extent on the existing basis.

So he dismantled one of Song Zhishen's cameras.

Two old fruit phones with two empty shells were squeezed together in aggrieved way, like two furry children whose hair had been plucked out.

At the end of the three hours, some children were hungry and clamored for food. Parents couldn't make a decent finished product, so they simply withdrew from the competition with their children in their arms.

Most of those who remained were junior high school students, and there were also a few parents of primary school students who were purely interested and for fun.

The assistant numbered everyone's works and put them on the judges' bench for evaluation according to the order, and then it was the speech session on stage.

After speaking for about 10 minutes, Song Huai was in line.

The four judges were discussing quietly with his work in their hands, with a smile on their lips, and when Song Huai came up, the phrase 'Hello, kid' that was in his mouth could no longer be uttered.

Touch your conscience, this kid is really big.

The teacher of the judges could only change the words, "Hello, classmate, are you here with Dad this time? Both of your works are excellent, but we still have a little doubt about your device. This... also Not a robot."

He revealed the work in his hand, the dark blue mechanical base, and the parts above it were originally mechanical hands, which were changed into blue and white color by the quick-drying nail polish he bought for two yuan from the nail shop next door. rotated clockwise.

The tail of the base is connected to a first-class automatic power generation device, which supplies the core energy for the entire device.

The judges pushed Song Huai's work away, with a friendly expression, waiting for the explanation from the child in front of him.

"This is really not a robot."

Song Huai glanced at it, and explained carefully, "Actually, I don't know how to define it. If I have to give a term, it should be...wind sensor device?"

"Wind, wind induction? This, is this wind induction?"

The judges and teachers were a little surprised. To be honest, they were all a little surprised when they got this work. They thought it was a fan made by a child, but they didn't expect it to be a high school student, so their expectations were lowered. The term is far from the fan you imagined, and the sense of curiosity was immediately aroused.

"Can you explain it to us in detail?" A judge teacher was quite interested, "Can you tell us about your source of inspiration and how you think during the creative process?"

"I didn't think much about it. Wind power generation requires a base, a generator, a blade device, and just draw a circuit diagram. As for the source of inspiration..."

Song Huai turned his head subconsciously. Song Zhishen was sitting on the mushroom stool looking at him, and he retracted his gaze restrainedly.

"From my father."

Song Huai said.

Song Zhishen was slightly taken aback.

The judges immediately brightened up.

"My father is a scientist and is now engaged in Antarctic exploration, research and development. When I was young, he took me on an adventure to Antarctica once."

"At that time, I was wearing a thicker version of Canada Goose, and I was still shivering from the cold. I was huddled in the tent every day and dared not come out. Once, the uncle who delivered my food was delayed because of work. I was so hungry that I opened it. When you look out of the tent, the first thing you see is clouds.”

"Boundless clouds, and ice beyond the horizon."

"Antarctica is the coldest place in the world, and it is also the windiest region in the world. The annual average wind speed there is 19.4m/s. A hurricane with a wind speed of 100m/s was observed at the Dierville station in France, which is three times that of a 12-level typhoon. It is the highest wind speed that can be recorded in the world so far. There is a popular saying among the expedition team, 'The wind in Antarctica can kill people', and it is absolutely true."

"A wind of 19.4 meters per second can make a cloud disappear from sight in the blink of an eye. A wind speed of 360 kilometers per hour can make the clouds quickly experience changes on the earth's surface for millions of years."

"Due to the limitation of materials, this wind sensor device can feel the wind speed of up to 15 meters per second, and can take pictures of the clouds flowing in the sky according to different wind speed levels."

"I like the ice in Antarctica, the snow in Antarctica, the aurora, and the wind and clouds in Antarctica." Song Huai explained softly, "This is the rigor of the wind and the romance of the clouds, isn't it?"

·

When the results of the competition came out, Song Huai won No.1, but it wasn't No.1.

He chose to abstain.

Song Zhishen, as the parent with the highest score, also chose to abstain.

After Song Huai sat in the passenger seat and fastened his seat belt, Song Zhishen handed him the ferris wheel he made by himself.

Song Huai chose to use nail polish to color the machine, while Song Zhishen chose colored candy wrappers to make the entire Ferris wheel sparkle.

He used small plastic grooves as the seat of the Ferris wheel, and tied the wires on the back. The big round wheel in the center of the Ferris wheel is also fixed with small colored lights. Beautiful light and shadow.

As the music player started up (since the rear camera was removed, Song Zhishen did nothing but remove one of the phone's speakers), a melodious and crisp ringtone came from the center of the Ferris wheel.

As the music flowed, the small seats started to run one by one. Only then did Song Huai realize that there was a gummy bear placed on each small seat.

The two seats in the premiere show are very different. They are biscuit bears, one is slightly bigger, and the other is a baby bear.

"This is me." Song Zhishen nodded the other one, "This is you."

Song Huai couldn't help but smile, "...I'm not so young anymore."

The music rolls merrily like a running wheel.

The first one is Jinglebells.

The second song is happy birthday.

The third song is happy new year.

At the end of the three songs, the colored lights stopped silently and in order, and the small pulleys turned around and slowly returned to their original positions.

"When I first joined the inspection team, you still ordered such a small pudding." Song Zhishen compared the distance of a bean, "After that, you went to kindergarten, elementary school, junior high school, high school, and soon you will go to university. gone."

"I've been busy with work for so many years, and I didn't come back to spend every festival with you—" Song Zhishen paused, smiled, and slowly changed the subject, "I wanted to book two tickets to the amusement park, but unfortunately I It was too late to book, and all the preliminary ballots have been sold out."

"Since there is no way to make up for the regrets of the past few years in the amusement park, then use this to make up for it."

He carefully placed the ferris wheel in Song Huai's palm.

"Xiao Huai, I wish you a Merry Christmas, a Happy Birthday, and... a Happy New Year in advance."

·

On this day, Song Huai seemed to be stepping on a cloud.

They went to the Japanese grocery store to eat omelet rice, and secretly fed the little goldfish in the landscape pool next to it without telling the clerk. When they went out, they took the leaflet handed by the doll figure next to them, and went to the mall to play video games.

The current mall keeps pace with the times, and most of the arrangements are gunfight-like sports, VR horror movies, escape rooms, and dance machines in the electric hall.

Neither of the father and son knew how to play, so they exchanged [-] game coins to try one by one, and finally gave up all of them. Played for over three hours.

When I went to the bar to redeem the lottery tickets, once I counted the points, I was able to redeem two large toys.

Song Zhishen was not interested in these, so he asked his son if he wanted to change them. Song Huai thought about it, pointed to the little green dinosaur on the third grid and the cute pink deer next to it, and said to the boss: "Give me these two, thank you boss."

Song Zhishen saw the pink deer and teased him, "Why, you want to give it to Xiaon—boyfriend?"

Song Huai rolled his eyes at him, and rarely showed a trace of childishness, "Did you argue with my mother these two days? Give this to her, and coax her well tonight."

After thinking about it, he was still not at ease, and added, "My mother is still easy to coax."

Two big dolls were forced into Song Zhishen's arms, and he was stunned immediately after hearing this sentence.

Song Huai finished the task of raising some points for his father, and said to the boss: "I just exchanged medium-sized dolls, and there are still ten points left. Can you add some money and give me the sunflower and the little squirrel at the bottom?"

The two of them also exchanged a few hundred yuan in the game hall today, and they just asked for an extra doll of 30 yuan. The boss is not so stingy, so he waved his hand immediately, "What more money do you need? I will give it to you for nothing." , anyway, it would be ashes in my place.”

Taking the little doll in his hand, Song Huai gently brushed the dust off the sunflower. Turning around and seeing his father's gaze, he couldn't help lowering his eyelids, "This...I'll give it to Xiao Meng."

"..."

Song Zhishen came back to his senses, hummed twice, "Very good, very good."

It's just that the sunflower doesn't match well, and the kid is obviously a little pepper.

After the sun went down, they used up the two planetarium tickets.

Song Zhishen is well-read, and can also give pointers to astrology. For example, there are 88 star regions in the starry sky—that is, constellations. The well-known Altair belongs to the constellation Aquila, and Vega belongs to the constellation Lyra.

In addition to the distributed astronomical telescopes, there are also many professional pictures of stars and planets hanging on the walls, as well as some simple popular science drawn by artists.

Song Zhishen suffered from academic problems again, so he simply explained the story of the stars in front of his son, "Each constellation is a group, and the stars in the universe have different degrees of brightness, some are bright, some are dark, there is a term in astronomy to indicate how bright they are, called magnitude."

"Don't underestimate this magnitude, just like human society is divided by capital and status, the stars in the constellation are ranked by their brightness, the brightest is the boss, followed by the second, they also have names, behind the constellation Add the Greek letters and arrange them one by one. For example, the brightest stars in Lyra are Lyra α, Lyra β, Lyra γ, and Lyra δ. Some people may ask, the Greek letters are not infinite Endless, what should I do if I run out? Don’t worry about it, if you run out of letters, you can use Arabic numerals to continue to supplement, such as Tianqin 1, Tianqin 2..."

Even though Song Zhishen was in his forties, he was no different from a mature man in his thirties, and the years couldn't bear to leave cruel marks on his face.

Coupled with his cool voice and good demeanor, the breakthrough point is from the small to the big, and the explanation is lively and interesting, which soon attracted a group of audiences to watch.

Later, there were more and more people watching him, and everyone regarded him as a professor who gave lectures to students. Some people asked questions from time to time, and Song Zhishen would answer them when they heard them. There was also a staff member in the library who was fascinated by it, and gave it to Mr. Song. Passed the microphone tucked around his collar so that the audience in the back row could hear more clearly.

This incident had a big impact, and finally the director of the planetarium rushed over after hearing the news. Before coming, he checked Song Zhishen's identity, and his eyes were dazzled after seeing the long list of suffixes on his encyclopedia.

I went over to talk to him in trepidation, only to realize that he had no intention of quitting at all, but just came to relax with the children, the curator was completely relieved, but also a little regretful.

Song Zhishen spoke for more than an hour. When the lecture was over, some young students reluctantly said, "Professor, will you come to explain tomorrow?"

Hearing this, Song Zhishen couldn't help smiling.

After coming out of the planetarium, Song Huai held back for a long time, and finally couldn't help saying: "Dad, you are really amazing."

What Meng Xi said before was correct, Song Zhishen was the benchmark of all stalwarts in his heart.

Once this landmark was so blurred that he could hardly see it clearly, but at that moment just now, the clouds and mists on the sea seemed to be blown away by the wind, and he clearly saw the straight and tall world road sign on the opposite bank.

Dr. Chen also said that most of his psychological problems stem from the pride brought about by his intelligence. Because of his pride, he has self-esteem, which makes him even more reluctant and contemptuous.

But his self-confidence seemed to be extremely small in front of his father.

"What's so great about this?"

Song Zhishen chuckled, patted his son's head, and suddenly found that Song Huai had grown so tall that even with his height of 187, he couldn't touch his son's head as easily as he did when he was a child.

He withdrew his hand and said, "You will be stronger than me in the future."

For dinner, they went to the snack street and ate grilled gluten, spicy soup, and grilled fish in tin foil, which they would never try at ordinary times. They also met a very friendly brother from Xinjiang who knows how to put spicy food. The father and son who don’t know spicy food drank ice Coke, while eating a plate of red and spicy lamb skewers with red lips.

At nine o'clock in the evening, Song Zhishen and Song Huai held a cup of iced fruit tea each, and walked along the path in the park by the river to relax.

After walking for a day, playing games and doing handicrafts, Song Huai was a little tired, "Dad, shall we go back after a short walk?"

Song Zhishen said: "Don't worry, your mother and I have taken leave, so we can go home later."

Song Huai was sleepy and curious, "Are there any reserved items?"

"Yes and no."

Song Zhishen didn't deny it, "Are you tired from walking? Young people usually don't exercise well, but now even a middle-aged man like me can't walk... Get in the car and take you somewhere."

After getting in the car, Song Huai fastened his seat belt, Song Zhishen covered him with a blanket, and turned on the air conditioner to a suitable temperature.

"Go to sleep." He turned on the navigation, "Wake up and we'll be there."

"How far is it?" Song Huai said with a smile, "You don't intend to take me to the bathing pool in the next city, do you?"

The city next door is a tourist city, and Tangchi is famous far and wide.

"Where can't you take a bath? We old men don't pay attention to this."

Song Zhishen glanced at the rearview mirror, changed lanes and turned left, but still didn't answer his question, "Take a rest, tell me if you feel uncomfortable."

Song Huai went to bed at 2:[-] in the morning, woke up at [-]:[-] in the morning, and only slept for five hours in total. He also consumed a lot of energy and was already exhausted. When Song Zhishen's voice fell, his eyelids were already fighting again, and he fell asleep within [-] minutes. .

Song Zhishen was driving on the national highway, and he came across a gas station on the way, and went down lightly to fill up the gas.The working brother saw Song Huai sleeping soundly in the co-pilot, and said casually, "Your brother?"

Song Zhishen opened his wallet, took out 200 yuan, and replied, "My son."

"Hey, then you are too young to see it at all."

The little brother praised him a few words and helped him cover the trunk. Song Zhishen got back into the car and continued on the road in the early morning night.

Song Huai was woken up at five o'clock in the morning.

He opened his eyes sleepily, and his father handed him a bag of bread and a pot of warm milk.

"Have some breakfast, I'm almost done digesting what I ate last night."

Song Zhishen said.

"Well……"

Song Huai sat up with slightly messy hair, and looked out the window subconsciously. The surroundings were pitch black and he couldn't see the environment clearly. He could only see overlapping tree shadows and the faint sound of birds chirping.

Not a familiar environment.

He woke up instantly.

Song Huai opened the car window and looked out twice, then turned on the phone——

The phone ran out of power and turned off, and I didn't bring a power bank.

He couldn't help asking, "Where is this place?"

"This is Ercui Mountain."

Song Zhishen opened a bottle of coffee, and after drinking, he nodded at the dark scenery in front of the car window, "We are on the winding mountain road."

Ercui Mountain is located in a small city near Lin'an, and it is still only a 4A scenic spot.

Just this early in the morning?Drive to the Panshan Highway? ?

Song Huai sat on the seat for a while, feeling that he was either dreaming, or Song Zhishen was crazy.

"What are you doing here? How do you get back here? Is there enough gas?"

Song Huai never thought that Song Zhishen said he would take him to a place, which was the wilderness.

He hasn't touched the steering wheel for several years, but his dad really dares to drive it.

He couldn't help but unlock the car, and wanted to get out of the car to look around, but Song Zhishen stopped the car door before he opened it, and pulled him back.

"The temperature on the mountain is low, and it's early in the morning. You'll be freezing if you go out now, so come back first."

Song Zhishen opened the milk for him, and comforted him, "Don't worry, I checked, the winding mountains here can go up and down, and we parked in the parking lot, it's very safe. I also added oil before going up It’s enough to run all the way home, don’t worry.”

Song Huai calmed down after hearing this, and felt a little embarrassed, "Oh..."

"Ten minutes left."

Song Zhishen said suddenly.

"What? What five minutes?"

"Let's go."

Song Zhishen didn't answer his question, but quickly took out two coats from the trunk and gave one to Song Huai, "Put on the coat and follow me."

Song Huai put on his clothes stiffly, followed Song Zhishen out of the car, and walked along the path to the top of the mountain. Time passed by, the smoky sky gradually turned blue and white, and the shadows of the shrubs and trees along the road became much clearer. , the needles and leaves are distinct, no longer the chaotic appearance just now.

When he reached the top of the mountain, Song Huai understood what Song Zhishen brought him to see.

is sunrise.

Ecui Mountain soars into the clouds, and it is cold and cold spring weather. Looking down from the top of the mountain, the wind and clouds, the fog and waves are rolling, like white waves hit by the sea, jumping and rolling in the deep valley, and the emerald green hills are covered. Submerged in the sea of ​​fog, its traces can only be vaguely seen when the strong wind blows.

The color of the clouds is constantly changing, the sky is the bluish white of cloudy egg white, and the clouds are gray.

Until the farthest and farthest sea level rises a ray of light, bright white, followed by orange sun rays, the sky begins to turn very blue, and the clouds in the overhead sky are illuminated, turning dark blue and light blue Gradient changes, reflected in the sea of ​​clouds in the mountains, change the whole world little by little.

The strong wind rolls every piece of residual cloud, and piles it into layers of shapes, or it is like a thin gauze, through which you can see the light blue in the sky; sometimes it is like feet The traces left by passing on the beach, with fine sand and stones shining in the middle.

As the golden wheel rises slowly, the bright orange glow is projected radially from the center to the mountains, seas and seas of clouds. The blue, white, yellow, blue, light blue and orange are mixed and mixed. palette of colors.

"A colleague once told me that when the child is a minor, he should be taken to see the sunrise, and after the child is married, he should be taken to see the sunset."

"The life or death of most people is closely related to the word parents, just like the sun."

Song Zhishen narrowed his eyes slightly, and pointed out the coordinates of the light from the clouds, "When the sun rises, the sky understands what is brightness, what is light, what is vitality, what is green grass, and what is flower."

"When the sun goes down, all of this returns to silence again, and the sky understands what is called flower withering, what is called grass withering, life, old age, sickness and death, and return to completeness."

"When it rises again, this sky has become someone else's life again."

Song Huai was slightly taken aback, and suddenly had a premonition of something.

"I'm an incompetent father. I wasn't with your mother when you were born, and I didn't watch the sunrise with you when you were young."

Song Zhishen turned around, he was still holding the empty can of coffee in his hand, leaving four shallow dents on the body of the bottle.

"It took many years before someone told me how to be a father, and I realized that being a parent also requires a certificate to work, and I am the black householder."

His tone was soft, with infinite sadness, "I'm sorry...to be your father for the first and last time today."

The author has something to say: [1] Compared with dual cameras, triple cameras have the following advantages:

1. Increase the photosensitive area.Basically, friends who know a little about the photography industry should know that there is a saying called "the bottom is big enough to kill people", which means that if the photosensitive area is large enough, the excluded photos will be clearer and have less noise.This is easy to understand. The larger the photosensitive area, the more external light the camera can perceive in the same time period, which is of course more conducive to taking pictures.

——Quoted from Baidu Zhizhi.

[2] I switched from China-made Xiaomi to Apple about two years ago. The domestic mobile phone environment was not good two years ago, and I didn’t use high-end phones before. Not sure.In order not to cause controversy, I try to use the equipment I am familiar with. The article is only for the needs of the plot, and does not involve the performance comparison of excellent domestic brands such as Huawei. I hope everyone understands.

【3】关于星体的介绍是改编自百度文库的某篇文章，没找到历史记录orz所以没办法放引用链接了。感谢在2020-07-3111:05:21~2020-07-3120:30:48期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel of irrigation nutrient solution: 1 bottle of Su Qingbai;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!