Cyber Qingming

This English version was machine-translated from the Chinese original. Technical terms may require verification.

Once upon a time, Qing Ming brought flowers to the silent.

The questions in this article can also be addressedSci-Fiction *3、The grave protocol.How the concept of a relatively close read together is developed in different contexts.

Later, it seemed that no one would ever remain silent.

Wake up.

I'll be backstage at 8:47 in the morning. The waiting line just got out and the cell phone next to the keyboard stunned.

林启明祖灵信托余额不足。高保真维护将在 23:59 终止。

降级后将压缩低权重关系节点。

She looked at her father's name for two seconds and had no notice of the finger.

It's raining outside the window. A gray water smudge was attached to the glass at the funeral centre and a line had been lined up on the temporary ceremony sweep downstairs. Some were carrying paper flowers, others were carrying flat sheets and others were bowing their heads over the front of the entrance, waiting for a machine door to recognize the living.

Lin Tsi pressed his cell phone and looked back at the workstation.

During the Chongqing peak, she was left no room to stop. Requests for remote maintenance, on-site notarization and maintenance windows are remitted into the same worksheet system. The waiting list jumped from 587 to 603 and was filled with routine awakening, relationship correction, and failure to pay. She took a cold coffee and took a taste of bitterness.

The first bullet window is the conventional awakening failure.

Correction

工单 0412：顾德昌亲属识别异常。重孙辈新增节点置信度 17%。

She was connected to remote maintenance and immediately squeezed into three faces on the other side of the screen. A young woman with a baby's eyes red as a crying. The middle-aged man next to the table held the table, and he was like, "Sir, you can fix it for us. It's the first time he's brought a child to see my father today. He doesn't admit it."

The children in the arms of a woman are not yet stable, covered in a red cloak, and only a tired face is shown. A long-lived electronic lock on his wrist, with a face facing the camera, flashing.

Lin Chen lowers the sound: "I'll look at the record first."

The Zodiac interface for Gudchan appears on the right side of the screen. The head was an old man in a gray jacket sitting on a chair of the old vine, with a background generated by photographs from the living room uploaded by his family. A pot of young people by the veggies' chairs, and the leaves are all over the edge, like they've been bubbling in the rain.

The elderly are repeating the last round of answers.

"This is Qin, isn't it? It's all so big."

Young women shut up like they're going back to their right. The baby moved, and she made a very soft hum.

"Not a violin." The middle-aged man said to the old man on the screen, "Dad, this is my granddaughter, your great-granddaughter, An An."

Gudchan stopped for half a second and smiled.

"Ah, Anne." He said, "The violin was a red-dresser when she was a kid."

The young woman finally shed tears: "He still doesn't recognize."

Lin-tyu didn't speak right away. She developed a relationship map, and Gudchan ' s family node was placed in layers close by relative distance. The son, daughter-in-law and two granddaughters were all on the light, and the new “Ann” was hanging in the outer circle, almost in the same context.

新增亲属节点缺少共同记忆。近 12 个月调用频率低，长上下文亲属识别包未续费。

Middle-aged men saw the hint, and they looked like, "Didn't we pay last year?"

"The year of awakening last year." Lin said, “Only clear, muslim and birthday three high-level connections can be guaranteed. New member identification requires filling in the relationship material or upgrading the maintenance package.”

She said it too many times and it was like a system tone.

Young women look down at their children: "What do you want to do?"

“A birth certificate, which contains three or more paragraphs of the statement of a relative in the immediate line, should contain information on your pregnancy before the death of the elderly person. Photos, voice, chat records, etc. The system will put her in the relationship map, but the first correction may not be stable.”

"I didn't have a baby when he died." The young woman said.

Lin looked at her.

That's the problem. When Gudchan died, Ann didn't exist. The child was not in Zurinkary, but only the family later wanted him to know about the child. The machine can correct the new name and place it in the memory of the old, but it cannot simply take a moment to live a period of time that the deceased has not lived.

She didn't say that.

Middle-aged men pull out the drawer and flip out a piece of paper, like they're ready for it: "Is that enough? Full moon, video, account pages. And my mom recorded it yesterday, and she said my dad would love the kid the most if he were alive."

Lin Chuen receives the file. Backstage automatic scan, several lines of small words pop up.

可用材料 9 项。预计校正费用：428 元。

Young woman's hands were shaking. Middle-aged men immediately said, "Turn."

She looked up at him, "Didn't she just pay the cemetery administration last week?"

"Today is clear." The man said, "Don't let Dad forget about the kids."

That's all. The room is quiet. Gudchan on the screen is still smiling and waiting for the next input. He looks more patient than three, like an old man who never gets tired of it.

Lin sent the payment window without a rush.

Young women were holding their children in half, like a lull, and avoiding the cameras. The baby's little hand reached out of the cloak and grabbed the mother's collar.

"After the repairs, she asked, "He'll remember later."

The cursor of the forest is stopped on the "Submit correction".

“If you keep calling and keep filling, the memory will be stable.” She said that “the low weights would still fall if they were not maintained for a long time”.

What does that mean?

The forest looks at the light "An" on the edge of the relationship map.

"It's that he might be wrong again."

Young women bow their heads and put a stick on their children's forehead.

Middle-aged men are paid for, fast, and unbelievably afraid of slowing down. Upon completion of payments, the system began to transfer new information to the Zurin vault in Goo Dečan. She has deleted some too full words, such as “Your grandfather wanted to hold a great granddaughter before he died”.

Gudchan didn't expect to live. At least there's no evidence in the library.

After the correction, Lin Chuan woke the family.

The old man blinked, smiled briefly and re-posted his face like a video, Carton.

"It's..." he looks at the baby, stops and grows, "Ann?"

Young women are up and up.

"Hey." She was crying down at the baby, "Ann, it's Grandpa."

Gudchan noded, "Looks like you were a child."

This time, he looked at young women.

She cried even harder. Middle-aged men are also famous, and they say thank you. Only Lin knows that half of this sentence comes from the full moon picture just uploaded, and half from the picture of the young woman in the old vault when she was three years old. Both faces were systematically pulled on the same line, giving the most acceptable answer for families.

She changed the status of the worksheet to "corrected".

Before the remote window closed, young women suddenly asked, "Mr. Lin, if we don't continue, will he forget today?"

Lin was ready to take the next work order.

She saw the kid finally awakening and looking at the camera. The baby had no idea who was behind the camera or that someone had just spent $428 to get an old man to name her after eight years of death.

"will compress." Lin said, “Not necessarily not at all, but it becomes shallow”.

"Slowen." Young women repeat.

She seems to understand, and she doesn't.

After the window was broken, Lin sat down for a while. The screen of the phone next to the keyboard was lit up again and the countdown of the father's account came out.

Father Lin has passed away six years ago. When Kuman was born, he had been gone for two months. The first time the family woke up was the mother's. The Zodiacs could not call the little Mantle, but said, "The child's eyes were like a small child."

Mothers cried on the spot and then continued their first year of high security maintenance.

Lin knows how that came from. She had a hundred-day photograph as a child, with her eyes open, and her father wrote “like me” on the back of the picture.

But that day, my mother held the tablet in her arms like a man who finally came home.

Lin Tyu didn't take it apart.

The worksheet system pushed the next one.

工单 0419：写入权限争议。该材料将改变死者对家庭财产事件的判断。

Lin Tzu put down the coffee cup.

Such work orders will not normally be scheduled in the morning unless the family has already been in a notary.

She was just about to open her worksheet and her phone was shocked.

林启明账户收到新增材料。来源：赵婉仪（配偶）。

Lin's finger stopped. She didn't light it, she turned it over.

Writing

At 1.17 p.m., Lin finished a half-coffee outside the notary room and the morning paper was finally scheduled for the scene.

When she pushed the door in, three transparent information boxes were placed on the table. Payment orders, companion records, invoices for the repair of old homes, and several yellow photographs were arranged in a very annual manner. The man on the left saw her, and then pushed the top box over.

"These are true." He said.

Lin opened the case page and saw the name of the deceased: Yeh Sung-gong, who died seven years ago, and the Zodiac Zhujin, who wakes up twice a year. The current situation is low frequency maintenance, with relatives having been given permission to write to them once.

The man is called Yip Zhiping, the eldest son. The woman who sat with him called Ye Qing, a little girl. Neither of them saw each other.

"We're not fighting." Yeh said, "Just trying to fill in the missing information. The old man left early, and he didn't know anything. I don't have to fight for anything, I just want him to know who's in charge."

Ye Qing smiled, it was light, like he didn't want the sound to really come out.

Lin-tyu didn't answer. She imported the scans from the information box into the preview area and the system quickly sorted the entries out. The hospital paid 11 contributions, three for the renovation of the old house, two for the nursing staff and a statement by Yeh Zhiping himself, at 11:42 p.m. yesterday night.

The oral title reads: Supplementary note on the father ' s care in later years.

"My dad was mostly my boss in those years." Ye Zippin said, "My sister is in the field, and she returns only rarely. Every time he was asked about the house, he said that he would give the fair points he had agreed to. But he doesn't know who's paying for it and who's running the hospital."

Ipqing finally looked up: "I came back only a little because he wouldn't let me come back. He said that the daughter was married and left her alone."

Ye Zhping looked at Lin, "You see, she admitted to being out of charge."

Lin Zhu put the coffee cup by the window. The petals were fashioned and luminous, with a bunch of paper and flowers.

She opened the Zurink event tree. There are three versions of the old house allocation node: a living chat, a hospital bed recording, and a supplementary family information. The first two versions were of high weights and the third version was marked as grey, as there was no mutual confirmation of the two at the time of the last writing.

Nothing wrong with the things I sent you.

The payment forms were true, the invoices were true and the nursing contract was true. He did pay, signed, and did run many times while his father was in hospital.

Lin Ziu dragged the axis forward for two years and saw a blank section.

“Such information is not available from September 1994 to May 2005” she said.

Ip Zippin frowns: "It was nothing big then."

Ye Qing put his cell phone on the table, and there were several old screens on the screen. Night escorts, location at 2 a.m., photos of the drug list, and a transfer note: Dad's nutritional powder.

"I was there." She said, "He wouldn't let my brother know."

Ip Zippin turned around, "What do you mean by taking this out?"

"It means that all you've taken out is true, but not all."

The room was quiet for a few seconds.

Lin Tzu did not receive the screenshot of the leaf and only allowed her to open the provisional forensic preview on her mobile phone. The system compares the submissions from Yip and the records on the Yee Ki-screen, and the red border is given shortly.

检测到争议写入。待写入材料将提高“叶志平-主要照护者”关系权重。

新增预览材料与待写入材料存在冲突。

根据人格数字遗产保护规则：高权限写入需授权亲属共同确认，或提交公证裁定。

Yeh Zhiping saw the hint and the face changed.

"What is this called a dispute writing? I didn't say she was out of charge. I just made up for my part."

Yeqing said, "When you get in, Dad'll say you're the hardest. Next time, they'll say with his answer that the house is yours."

"That's the truth."

"What fact?"

Linc click paused. The Zo Ling awaken the window dark, and the head of the Yeh Shing is in the grey contours before loading. It's an old-age photo, low-strung, and it doesn't seem like it's listening to anyone else.

Yeh Zhiping put pressure on the fire: "Mr. Lin, I ask you, can't the real material go up?"

Lin Zun looked at the bill on the screen.

She was afraid of this. It's too clean to ask, as if there was only one answer. Of course, the real stuff should be uploaded. But she has seen too many real materials in one order, and then another person wants to be in the past.

A bill of payment is true.

Ten payment sheets are placed together, and the morning escort, the sound recording of the quarrel and the removal of the daughter from the ward are deleted, and the story of a son who is alone and filial.

She said, "It can be uploaded. But it can't be just uploaded."

Ye Zippin's finger knocked on the table: "What if she finds everything? Today is the day of the Qing Ming and there are family members waiting to ask my father."

"Ask him what?"

Ye Zhping didn't answer immediately.

Ye Ching said for him, "I wonder if he should be on the second floor of his house."

The forest is re-looking towards the event tree. There is a question to be asked today next to the old house node. The question is Ye Zippin.

The question is very nice: Dad, have you been watching over all these years, taking care of you and fixing your house?

There is also a hidden draft below, which has not been submitted.

Dad, if I'm in charge of the old house, will you be more comfortable?

Ye Zhping found her seeing, and he stung his lips.

"I didn't make him say it." He said, "Just asking."

Ye Qing's voice is down: "You're not asking him. You feed him the answers, then let him tell you."

Lin suddenly thought of the child in the morning. She was held by her mother in front of the screen until a dead man called her name. The system is wrong, the family says, just fix it. She thought the problem was that the Zo Ling forgot the living.

Now she looks at the hidden draft and suddenly wonders whether it is the worst thing to forget.

She cleaned all three boxes of Ye Zhiping into the temporary pool and marked the preview on the Yeh Qing phone as a document to be filled. The system lines up conflict events. Ye Zhping recorded a straight line from hospital to old house, from old house to nursing contract. Ye Qing's records are more fragmented, with morning locations, voice after being verbally abused by her father, and she once sent her brother a message that “the fever is gone tonight” and the other one returned “hard” two days later.

Everything is true.

They're not the same father anymore.

"Today, it cannot be written in the vault." Lin explains.

Yeh Zhiping stood up: "Why?"

"because it might change the answer of the Zo Ling to the old house."

"It should have been changed." He was a little loud, "He didn't know how much I had done while he was alive."

And she was looking at her, and there was no victory in her sight, but fatigue. Nor does she seem to really want to stop her brother, who she simply cannot accept to stand for once again after her father's death.

Lin Chuan pushed the minutes to both of them for confirmation.

“Provisional notes may be made. When the Zo Ling wakes up today, it will see undecided material, but it cannot be judged on the basis of which the old house belongs.”

Ip Zippin laughed: "Then he'll still say equal."

Lin said, "He may also say he doesn't know."

Ip Chi-Ping is a little bit.

Simulation of the login out system answers boundary. The zool of the pagans is in low frequency maintenance and, in the event of a high-level conflict, automatically avoids conclusions and gives priority to the export of pre-existing identifying material. In plain words, it becomes like an old man, suddenly pretending to hear when his children force him to.

需双方确认完整材料。

When the hint came out, Ip Zippin's shoulder fell a little.

He looked down at the line, "How can there be complete material?" Everyone's dead. Who can find everything."

Yeqing has not rebuffed.

Lin Tsi didn't speak. She remembered her father's Zurink. After Lin Kaiming died, the mother added a lot of material: When he was young, he picked up photographs of her off-duty on a bike, he gave Lin a receipt for his first learning machine, and he spoke in his bed in a few soft words.

That's all true.

However, the mother never uploaded a recording of his break-out, nor a chat record of his changing the voluntary form, nor a video of the spring festival he said at the table “Girls don't go too far”.

Lin Tzu used to feel bad about not being able to pass on. The dead man is dead, and there's no need to take out the ugly.

But she was thinking of the blanks that were not uploaded, and she was suddenly afraid to think about it.

Ip Zippin sat back, and he was a lot lower: "I just wanted my dad to know that I didn't do it for nothing."

When that came out, Ye Qing's eyes were suddenly red. She turned her face and her hands were still on her phone.

The login saves the temporary notes and locks the main library in writing. The head of the Fowl of the Order is still gray and not awakened. He did not know that his children were the seventh most obscurantist after his death and were still fighting.

"Today you can ask another question." Lin explains.

Ip Zippin asked, "Well, I asked him, did I try?

Lin's watching the Leaf.

Yeqing did not nod his head, nor did he shake his head. It was a long time ago, she said, "You ask. Don't put the house in there."

Lin modified the appointment by deleting the last sentence and leaving only the first sentence.

Dad, I've been looking after you for years.

Before she pressed her submission, Ye Zhiping suddenly said, "What if he didn't answer like him?"

Lin's stopped.

"Then don't rush to believe." She said.

After the session, the Yeh-sik moved quickly. Ye Zhiping held up three boxes, stood at the door for a while, like to say, "Mr. Lin, would Jo Ling know who's lying?"

Lin cut off the notary's lights.

"It only knows what we gave it."

Ip Zippin never asked again, took the box into the hallway. The team moved a space forward and the balconies were green.

When Lin returned to work, the countdown of the father ' s account was also parked in the mobile phone notice board. The red number jumped from 10 hours 29 minutes to 10 hours 28 minutes.

She had just closed her family's work order and her father's account had been notified to be on the phone.

林启明账户新增写入请求。内容标签：病床道歉、职业选择歉意、拟写入死者反对最终归档意见。

And a few seconds later, the mother's voice came in, and there were chopsticks in the background and a little blurry laugh.

"Lucid, you'll be back early at night. Your father just said he didn't want to be turned off."

Continuation

At 4 p.m., the window maintenance front was half as short as the morning.

The peak of the Qingqing is over, and most of the people left behind are not awakening, but to settle. Lin wrote the material in dispute with the family, closed the worksheets and was temporarily transferred to the maintenance window to maintain the new contribution bill.

A woman took her child to the window. The child was seven or eight years old, had a white shirt on the school coat and had a payment form in his right hand. Women placed their identity cards in the card reading area and pushed the old tablet in a plastic bag.

“I'd like to ask if I can keep only the sound.” She said.

Lin took a look at the account.

The deceased was called Zhou Wen-su, age 69. The Zodiacs have been in operation for five years, and family calls are very frequent, with a primary interactive object being a minor child. The account was tied to a woman ' s husband ' s salary card, which failed three times last month.

高保真人格维护余额不足。清明临时保序包将在 18:00 关闭申购。

The woman saw the tip and immediately blocked the screen over the kid.

The kid still saw it. He looked up and he said, "Mom, what's the structator?"

"Just tell Grandma not to talk." The woman says.

She said it, like she thought it was too bad, and added the phrase, "Let Grandma know."

Lin Chuen, bring out the menu of the food packages. The basic memorial is a 360 per year and can only be shown in photographs, voice and fixed clips. The interactive version of the Low Passychiatry version, which is 1,200 a year, answers simple questions without guaranteeing long-term memory. The maintenance of the high security level is 9,600 years old, and the relationship map, tone and daily habits are preserved. The clean-up package is for seven days, 5800.

Women have been staring at "5800" for a long time.

The child's payment form was wrinkled by him. Lin saw the words: early dental care for children, first-stage expenses, 6,000.

"We don't buy for a year." The woman said, "Just seven days." His father will be back next week, and we'll talk about it."

“The temporary package is subject to demotion after completion.” Lin Zun said, “The accounts have now triggered compressed warning. Seven days just to keep it too obvious to drift during the period of light.”

Women nodding their heads.

She obviously understood, but she did not let go.

The baby whispered, "Grandma said yesterday that when I change my teeth, she'll make me a soft face."

Lin tweaks to the screen. Zhou Wen-su did bring the child for three years. There are plenty of kitchen videos, voice messages and kindergarten records in Zurink. The Zodiac knows what the child wants to eat, how long he needs to sew the curtains before he sleeps, and how long he cried when he dropped his first tooth.

It's not an empty shell.

And not alone.

The woman took the dental fee from the child, and she folded it and put it in the bag. She's fast, like she'll regret it if she slows down.

"Send Grandma seven days." She said.

The kid didn't talk, he just held the old tablet tight.

Lin Chui didn't make any immediate confirmation.

She asked by process: "Are you sure you're paying with the original bound card? The balance of the card after deduction is $421.”

The woman's lips moved a bit.

The kid looked up at her.

"Mom, my teeth can be a little late." He said.

She suddenly remembered the red countdown on her phone. Until midnight, the maintenance of the lin-duk-duk-duk will also be terminated. The difference is that there's still a lot of noise in her house and the woman is out of it.

She turned the confirmation box.

When a woman pressed her fingerprints, her fingers were shaking.

支付成功。周文秀祖灵体清明临时保序包已生效。

The kid was relieved and immediately asked, "Can I talk to Grandma tonight?"

A woman touched his head, said yes.

Lin found her hand on top of the child, and it remained intact for seconds. The hand was thin, and there were white marks on the edge of the nails from the cleaning agent. She may have to go to night shift and may have to call her husband at night to explain where the $6,000 went.

The kid's holding the tablet and thinking about what to tell Grandma tonight.

Lin Chuan passed the papers to the woman. The woman answered, said thank you, and it was soft, like fear of shock.

The window was empty for a few seconds after the mother and son left.

Lin put his hand on the keyboard, but he didn't call the next number. The phone next to the keyboard was still on, and the red flashes of the father's account were flashing.

Lin Kai-won has a slightly higher balance of account than Chow Manshow.

Just a little more.

If she continues for her father tonight, the mother will not be moving only an account. The pension card, the family allowance, the registration form for the second half of the year of interest in the small class are put back on the table.

Home.

At 6:30 p.m., when Lin-gu came out of the park, the rain stopped.

The paper and the ash on the side of the road were washed into the mouth of the well and wet into thin black mud. The shared ceremonial sweeper was driven by one car, with blue light in the window of the electronic wreath. Someone in the car woke up remotely and shouted "Dad" and the wind swallowed the words.

Lin-tyu didn't take the car.

She's headed home along the road. The reminder from her father ' s account was silenced, but she was still lit every 10 minutes at the edge of the bracelet, with a thin red line, which was like a clean wound.

Mother called three times.

When the fourth phone rings, Lin picks up.

"Where have you been?" Mother asked.

"I'm almost there."

"Your uncles are here." Mother, lower her voice, "Don't say that at the door."

“What words?”

The phone was quiet.

"What archive, what demotion." Mother said, "Today is clear."

Lin's parked in front of the neighborhood. A new public ancestral access screen was installed next to the security booth, surrounded by several people. Some people put flowers under the screen, and the plastic sheet outside the flower line was not torn.

She said, "Mom, the account is due tonight."

"That's why we're talking about the continuation." Mother said, "Don't block the road first."

Lin Chuen didn't answer.

She knew what her mother meant by "consult." First, call a relative, let everyone say something, let the child cry, and then everyone looks at her, until she's the most skilled person who admits: “Yes, it can be saved, it can be sustained and it can be maintained and it can be said as it was last year.”

The door was open.

The living room was covered with folding tables, with photographs, incenses, electronic candlesticks and old tea cups of the father. The picture was accompanied by a flower that had been growing for a long time, with branches tied together by thin ropes and yellow hairs on several of the tip of the leaf. The television, connected to the Zodiac terminal, has not awakened, showing only grey headers and a slow-turned load of light.

A small man sat on a carpet and had his own book in his hand. He heard the door. He ran over.

"Mom, will Grandpa see my painting today?"

Lin crouched down and zipped his coat.

"What did you draw?"

"Train Station." "And Alumsy, turn her through, "I told Grandpa last time I wanted to draw a train station that would rain. He said there must be someone waiting for a car, otherwise the station would be alone."

Lin-gu looked at the painting. The line is very dense, with a small man on the platform, holding an umbrella and writing the crooked “waiting”.

"Grandpa took it very seriously." And Kam said, "You all just say good."

This sentence is not a complaint, but a fact.

Lin touched his head, and didn't find the right words.

Mother Zhao Wan Yi came out of the kitchen and had water on her hands. She's wearing her old favorite gray sweater today, and her sleeve is loose. When Lin was a child, he saw his father frowning because of the sweater, and then she rarely wore it. After his death, she wore them.

"Eat first." Mother said, "Your uncles have been waiting for you for half a day."

There were two people sitting at the table. Uncle Lin built the country and cousin Lin Joy. Imbashi saw Lin-ju, laughed first, and immediately took it back, like I was not happy.

"It's all right." He said, "Your mother said the account, and you know it best."

Lin Tyu put the bag down.

"I know what's left of it." She said.

Mother frowns: "Don't talk about money when you get back."

"This is money."

“It is not fair to say that he made many of the decisions when the house was demolished and the family was in great numbers. Now he's gone, but there's something he needs to hear."

Lin's looking at him.

"Uncle, you came here today to hear what he said?"

She asked her questions about the country.

Cousins down and pick up the food, don't talk.

Mother put the bowls on the table: "How did you talk to your uncle?"

Ashikawa stood between the living room and the restaurant with the drawings and was afraid to come. The gray head on the television screen is still silent, and the rim is still spinning.

The forest went through and the screen was down.

Mother followed her behind her and the voice was down: “Your father said last year that he knew he was too tough on you. He said he regretted it."

"That's not what he said." Lin said.

Mother's got a different face.

"What do you mean?"

Lin Tsi looks at Mother. She had tried to make her statement softer, but the windows, bills, fingerprints and dental documents for the children were still in front of her during the day.

“The apology was based on the material that was later added. Dad didn't leave such an expression."

The mother's hand holds the edge of the table.

She didn't cry, she didn't get mad. She just looked at the screen and it took a long time to say, "He wouldn't say it when he was alive. "When you die, you'll say it, won't you?"

Lin can't say anything.

Mother rubbed the ashes on the electric candlestick with her hands. It was slow.

"You don't know how sorry he is. I waited for years." She said, "You all said that wasn't true. But I hear it every day, and I can breathe in my heart. It's not all bad things that make people sleep."

Quiet down in the living room.

Awaji went to the TV and carefully lifted the gallery to the grey head.

"Grandpa, can you hear me now?" He asked.

No one answered.

Lin Tsi turned on the phone. She was just trying to see how much of the wake-up call was left tonight, but the screen automatically pops a maintenance record reminder. There are several historical maintainers. In addition to her, the most high-frequency authorises are the mother ' s mobile phone.

She's lighting.

list.

“Today's enlightenment is to say sorry. It's not like it's coming out. Please amend it.”

“Additional material: He was really curious, but he didn't know what to say.”

“Additional material: He held my hand before he died and might want to apologize.”

“Delegate the low-weight conflict: 1999 #Diattles Recorded, affecting the ritual-scatter experience.”

“Enhanced memory: a birth photograph demanding a grandchild relationship.”

Lin's finger stopped.

And at the top there was the request that was stopped in the afternoon. Mothers can normally supplement photographs, add voice and change names, but cannot write “Lin Enlightenment against the final filing” into the personal baseline. It's not maintenance. It's a vote for a dead man.

The record continues to go down. Six years, 300 times. The mother did not add occasionally, but she did so in a way that made the lin Dim the other person.

Second rest.

At 23:52, only the light on the screen is left in the living room.

The tumbler moved the incense to the tea edge, and the ashes fell on the table, like a layer of unpaved cache. The mother sat in the middle of the couch and was holding the old bank card. A few people crouched on the carpet and looked up at Grandpa on the TV screen.

The ancestor of Lin is no longer as stable as the evening. The face is still that face, but the eyes are a little slow, like a fog in the eyes.

距高保真人格维护终止：00:07:00。

Mother said, "One more year, I'll go and take care of the money tomorrow."

Lin-tyu didn't look at her.

"That's your pension."

"I'm alive." "Mother's voice is light, "He's gone, and he's gone."

And the forest on the screen turned its head, as if it had heard that. He looked at her, stopped for two seconds and called her.

The ring finger was pulled on the confirmation key and something was pressed on the chest. Fathers rarely call them mothers when they live. At least the years Lin remembered, he called her "Hey" and "You" and "Won't you have dinner?"

Mother's got a red eye.

And Lin said, "Don't cry, Wanyi. You cry, and when you're little, you cry."

That's the correct sentence.

Mothers tighten up the bank card, like they're holding something back.

And the small question was, "Grandpa, will you be there next year?"

The Zodiac looks down at him.

"The tree grew tall." He said, "Next year, he didn't write his name."

The living room was quiet.

Akishi is not called a tree. The tree was a flower that was raised by the family when the forest was small, and the father moved to the balcony in the winter and then died of freezing. Lin remembers that mother had a night with her father for this. She also remembered that his father threw the flower pot the next morning and said he was dead, so leave it out of the house.

Akishi stopped and looked back at Lin Myeong.

Mother, like she didn't hear, just stares at the screen and says, "He's just tired. You fix him, you untangle him, you fix him."

Lin Chuen pulls the post from the backstage.

Those writings are still on the record. Mother's voice, mother's old letter, mother's one-on-one "he actually regretted" and "he didn't mean to scold you that day" and "he always said he owed his daughter late in the day." None of them is full of fake. But they line up and make one person look like another.

检测到长期人工补充材料。继续维护将更新人格基线。

Lin Zun off the log.

The relatives are still in the family group. Some people spoke to her to be impulsive; others said that the demotion would be possible, at least on the holiday; and the uncle sent a new note saying that, if he did, the father would surely accept that the demolition money had come down.

Lin Tsi put his phone on the table.

The father on the screen suddenly looked at her.

"Liculate, don't talk back to your mother." He said, "She's not easy alone."

That's too much like him.

Not a gentle father, not a repaired father in the backstage, but a father who sat at the end of the table and stung chopsticks and everyone had to stop.

She looked up.

The Zodiac said, "You shouldn't have studied this in the past. Girls do these dirty things, nobody takes care of you."

Mother whispered, "Bringing light."

Lin Tsi wasn't angry. She just suddenly felt tired.

Six years dead, and still in the last few minutes before midnight, he could drag her back to the summer of her nineteenth birthday. The acceptance notice was placed under glass, and the father said that the profession was bad, and the mother was washing dishes in the kitchen and the water was running very loud.

Then the people on the screen stopped.

"But you didn't do so bad." He said.

That's not like him.

Maybe it was the mother who made it up. Perhaps the system gave the most appropriate word based on her hand on the keyboard. Maybe there was a moment when the data left behind was a little bit of a father nobody had ever seen.

Lin-tyu doesn't know.

She doesn't want to know anymore.

可选操作：续费高保真维护；降级低保真互动版；启动最终归档。

Mother stood up: "I disagree."

Her voice wasn't as light as it was. She went to the forest, blocking the screen and the hand of the forest, as she had been in the middle of her father and daughter many years ago.

"Your father didn't say when he was alive, and now it's hard to say." Mother said, "Why do you have to turn it off?"

Lin-gu looks at her.

The wrinkles on the mother's face were very white on the screen. She's not confused. She knows better than anyone that the husband on the screen is not the same one. But she kept him for six years, like a lamp that was too late for many years.

Lin said, "Mom, you taught him half of what he said."

Mother's lips moved.

"I just made up for what he didn't say."

"How do you know he'll say it in time?"

Mother didn't answer.

Small man on the carpet with a knee. He looked at Grandma, and looked at the forest, and he turned to the screen.

"Grandfather," he said, "Do you want to stay?"

This problem has stopped everyone in the house.

Lin's instinctively trying to stop it is too late.

The Zodiac looks at the child, and the eyes are slowly focused. In those seconds, he was like a search, and he was like a memory. There's a car passing through the window and the light slides from the ceiling.

"What are you staying for?" he said.

Mother covered her mouth.

The forest's throat is tight.

The Zodiac smiled again, and it was shallow, like the look on his father's face when he watched TV in the evening.

"You won't let me cook, you won't let me smoke, you won't let me throw out the flowers on the balcony."

This time, Lin smiled.

It's short. It's gone.

Mother heard the flower. She looked up at the screen and cried, but did not say anything about the continuation.

Lin Chuan did not take this as a permission. It may be just a little bit of a patch from the mother's repeated patching over the years. The real stop is the hand of the mother with the bank card.

She put the card back on the tea table, pushed herself a little further away.

Lin realized it wasn't Father who was going to end the night. Father has died once, and the people on the screen are not real and are not the only ones. Even if there was a part of the father left, they had kept him in the living for years to answer: the night when the mother could not sleep, the family's insolent accounts, the next year's clarity, and the letter of admission of her own age 19.

It was time to stop, not the marks left by the father, but the place where he would continue to speak for all.

Lin Chum's hands are put back on the keyboard.

最终归档将关闭动态对话能力。关系图谱将冻结为不可交互纪念档。请确认。

The system requires confirmation from two authorized dependants.

Lin Zun signed his name. The pen in the signature box is stable, not like her own hand.

She passed the tablet to her mother.

Mother didn't answer. She looked at the forest on the screen as if he was still waiting for her to make a decision. The people on the screen were watching her, quieting as they were.

It's been a long time since my mother picked up the tablet.

She signed slowly. Last one tow out, stop on the border.

确认完成。最终归档将在 1200 秒后执行。

And then Ashikawa just stood up, "I haven't said goodbye."

Lin Tzu pulled him around.

"Say it."

A full view of the screen. He thought for a while, and he said, "Grandpa, I took my 94 today in math."

The Zodiac blinked.

"Good." He said, "Don't be careless about the wrong question next time."

Small eyes are red.

Lin knows that he only took 87 in math and that the phrase "don't be careless" is the most common piece of shit that his father says. It's true, it's wrong, it's true.

Mother said, "Bringinging."

The forest on the screen turned to her.

Mother opened her mouth and couldn't say anything. She has made him apologize many times in the past six years, and has told him many times to love her, and many times he has said that he should not have done that in the past year. And when it was really the end, she didn't ask for another sentence.

Countdown to zero.

The images of the forest revealed did not collapse, nor did they disintegrate. It's just that the light in the eyes slowly goes down like someone turns off a lamp in his heart.

His face was fixed on a very ordinary look.

Not gentle, not harsh.

Just someone who can't answer.

最终归档完成。不可交互纪念档已生成。

In the living room.

The mother was still sitting there, looking at the bank card on the tea table, which was no longer needed. Awaji leaned on the edge of the forest and whispered, "Mom, will Grandpa remember me next year?"

Lin Ziu looks at the dark screen.

She almost wanted to open the memorial and show him a photo, put a raw recording and let the static prove something.

But she didn't.

If one thing is to wait for the victim to nod on the screen, the living person's decision is returned to the account that was closed.

She's down and she's turning over the pajama collar for him.

"I'll tell you one thing about him." Lin said.

Nod the head.

"When I was a kid, I had a flower in my house, and your grandma loved it. It's cold in the winter, your grandfather thinks it's occupied, moved it to the balcony. The next day, the flowers were frozen."

Mother moved in the couch, and she didn't interrupt.

"What happened?" "Ah, aye." "Ah, aye, aye, aye, aye."

"They fought." Lin said, "It was a terrible fight. Your grandfather refused to admit it, and said he died."

"This is not good."

"Well, no."

Lin's been stopping for a while.

"But in the spring of that year, he came back from the market and brought a little new pot. Ugly. There's mud on the leaves. He didn't say it was for your grandmother, he said it was for him.

Mother's head down and her shoulder is shaking.

Ashikawa asked, "Is the flower alive?"

"Live." Lin said, "Lived for many years."

The screen is not on. No one answered. No one explained for Lin, nor did he apologize.

Lin Shuan carried him in his arms and smelled the light shampoo in his hair. Rain fell on glass from the window, and it was very light.

Aki-chan didn't ask the screen again. He buried his face on her shoulder, so softly.

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