Sunday, January 22, at 7 a.m.

After Du Qiu got up, he found that it was snowing, and it was quite small. The snowflakes were like goose feathers, fluttering and falling from the sky, looking quite spectacular. Lin Jinyan slept with Du Chunhua last night. He was awake now, wrapped in a quilt, sitting on the bay window of the master bedroom like a rice dumpling to enjoy the snow, his little face was filled with excitement.

"Uncle, can we go build a snowman later?"

"It takes a lot of snow to build snowmen. It can only be piled up after the snow is as tall as a quilt on the ground. It's still early."

"How long will it take to wait?"

"It's OK after you finish your breakfast, lunch and dinner. You have to have a good meal today, otherwise you won't have the energy to build a snowman, do you know?"

"I understand. Mom, come and help me dress. I want breakfast!"

Du Qiu can do anything, but he can't do anything when he was a child. It's not that Lin Jinyan is not obedient, but that he has too many clothes, like bamboo shoots, layer after layer, thick and solid. After wearing them, he is as bloated as a Michelin tire.

"Sister, Jinyan has dressed too much, right?"

"It snowed today, it was very cold outside." Du Chunhua looked out the window, then sighed and explained: "Jinyan played outside with snow last winter and was seriously ill. He stayed in the hospital for more than a month. He was as thin as a little monkey and always coughed. At that time, Dawei and I couldn't sleep all night, didn't want to eat, and didn't want to go to class. It was no different from walking corpses. Looking back now, I still feel scared. Look at Wang Guanjun, he is only two months older than Jinyan. They were almost the same height and weight before, but now they are much worse."

Du Qiu only knew that he had a serious illness when he was a child, which hurt his vitality, so he was still very thin until junior high school. However, he didn't know that his parents were so worried and suffering. Those persuasions made Lin Jinyan wear less and exercise more outside and could no longer say anything, so he had to sigh and regret that he could not share the gold finger BUFF with his childhood self.

"Uncle, you will come back early tonight. I'll wait for you to build a snowman."

"Would you be better if my uncle comes back tonight and build a snowman taller than you?"

"No, you have to build a snowman taller than your mother, father and uncle."

"Okay! At night, we piled four snowmen, one taller than Jinyan, one taller than mother, one taller than father, and one taller than uncle, okay?"

"good."

After breakfast, Du Qiu called Chen Dawei, and then went to the entrance of the community to wait for him with his bag on his back. This guy lives in the community raised by the Provincial Post and Telecommunications Bureau, which is only about two kilometers away from Jingui Garden. Soon he drove a land cruiser with the "post and telecommunications emergency repair" logo on the body. He leaned forward and pushed open the door of the passenger seat, and greeted: "Brother Qiu, come in front of you. On the way, he happened to ask you for some programming questions."

The Land Cruiser is a large SUV with three rows. After Du Qiu got on the car, he saw two beautiful girls sitting side by side in the seat in the middle, one wearing a red down jacket and the other wearing a blue down jacket and the same beige velvet hat. He was not very different in age and looked quite similar. He looked like a sister. He was slightly stunned and asked, "What are these two beauties?"

"We are a key scientific research site, with strict confidentiality measures and are not open to the public. However, you are Dawei's friend, and I cannot keep it out. Otherwise, Dawei and you will hurt friendship, and Dawei and I will hurt family affection, which is not good for everyone." Chen Dayou first sold a favor without any expense, and then talked about serious things: "In order to avoid unnecessary trouble, before going online, I need to know what you plan to do. If you post an article in the news group, I have to look at the content first and then send it. If it is a personal matter, please feel free to do it, but if there is an attachment in the email, I have to check it before sending it. After all, you are using my identity card to surf the Internet. If something happens, I will be responsible."

"Brother Chen is worthy of being a scientific researcher, so he is cautious enough." Du Qiu didn't know anything, so he took out a few floppy disks and a stack of printed manuscripts from his backpack and said, "The things I want to send to the Internet are here, Brother Chen, please read them casually."

"Oh, so much! You have to look at it slowly."

Chen Dayou is not married yet. He lives in a single dormitory with an area of ​​about 80 square meters, two bedrooms and one living room, and is decorated very exquisitely. The furniture and appliances are all imported. He turned on the TV and made a cup of tea for everyone with a porcelain cup with a lid. Then he sat on the single sofa with wooden handrails by the window, picked up a manuscript and read it.

Chen Dawei was quite impatient and had already read through the manuscript first. He was not interested in the various definitions and terms of open source software. Instead, he was very interested in the source code of 7-ZIP. He sat on the long fabric sofa in the middle of the house, used his right index finger as a pen, sliding lines on the paper, and reading it quickly.

The two girls also took a copy of each. Wen Ruoshui didn't know if she was really interested or felt that there was nothing to do. She sat quietly beside Chen Dawei and read the article seriously. Wen Ruyu looked at a few pages and threw it away. She kept changing channels with the remote control, researching all independent satellite receivers, and there were many TV programs, and even overseas could receive them. She changed more than 20 units in a row, and suddenly changed to an English financial channel. Du Qiu saw that the title at the bottom of the screen was about RB stock market, so she hurriedly said: "Stop, let me watch this program."

It was an interview financial program. Under the host of a blond girl, two middle-aged men in suits and tie sat face to face at the round table, discussing the future development trend of the Nikkei Index in a very intense tone. One believed that after the Hanshin earthquake, the Nikkei Index had bottomed out. It rebounded by more than 200 points last Friday, hitting the high of 19,000 points, close to the level before the earthquake, so the future trend would be relatively stable. The other believed that the Hanshin earthquake disaster was very serious and the impact was very wide. Because the information lag has not yet been truly reflected in the stock market, there may be a big drop in the future.

"What's so good about this?" Wen Ruyu glanced at Du Qiu impatiently, and said unhappily: "Two old men are talking nonsense, do you understand?"

Strangely, why are the personalities and tempers of these sisters so different...

"I can't understand, please change the table."
Chapter completed!