The intense stabbing pain came quickly and went away just as fast.
In just a daze, Mo Jingchun's mind was filled with many memories that were originally not his own.
Mo Jingchun rubbed his forehead. Although it didn't hurt as much as it did just now, his head still felt a bit dizzy, always feeling more than ten pounds heavier. Mo Jingchun shook his head, wondering if this was the weight of knowledge.
This dizzy feeling in the head was not good at all. If he had to describe it, Mo Jingchun felt it was like having a fire pot burning in a room during winter, having not breathed fresh air for a long time, resulting in mild carbon dioxide and carbon monoxide poisoning.
Thinking of this, Mo Jingchun couldn't help but remember two figures, and his nose felt a bit sour.
In the past, watching TV by the fire pot always got him scolded, making him so angry. He just watched TV for a little while, was there a need to chatter every now and then?
Only when he lost it did Mo Jingchun suddenly realize that having someone constantly chatter in his ear was truly a very, very lucky thing. Unfortunately, Mo Jingchun would never again feel this happiness.
Compared to Mo Jingchun, the innocent Little Candy was the most pitiful.
Mo Jingchun stared blankly at the sweetly sleeping Little Candy, his thoughts wandering, not knowing what he was thinking.
After a while, Mo Jingchun was brought back to reality by a warm little hand.
In the moonlight, two big eyes like black gemstones were staring unblinkingly at Mo Jingchun, while the small cherry mouth kept smacking, and the little hand was fiddling with Mo Jingchun's cheek.
Mo Jingchun only took a glance to know this little one had woken up. The constantly smacking little mouth was expressing to him, "I'm hungry."
Turning on the light, getting out of bed, and preparing formula milk, Mo Jingchun was very familiar with the routine.
After preparing the formula with dark circles under his eyes, Mo Jingchun didn't hurry to feed Little Candy. After all, the temperature was still a bit high, and a baby's stomach couldn't handle it like older children and adults.
The same temperature water that Mo Jingchun could drink might be a disaster for Little Candy's fragile stomach.
Putting the milk bottle on the bedside table, Mo Jingchun smiled and flicked the little one's chubby cheek, then opened the diaper to find, unsurprisingly, the little one had relieved itself quietly.
This was definitely the most headache-inducing thing for Mo Jingchun, without a doubt. Luckily, the little one was always quite well-behaved and rarely cried.
After drawing a small basin of warm water, Mo Jingchun used a tissue to dry Little Candy first, then adeptly cleaned her with a damp towel.
After a round of fuss, Mo Jingchun finally changed Little Candy's diaper.
The weather was quite hot, and after this fuss, Mo Jingchun's forehead had tiny beads of sweat.
Touching the milk bottle on the bedside table, the temperature was just right. Mo Jingchun smiled slightly; this was the result of experience gained over time.
After eating and drinking, the little one widened her eyes to look around, finally looking at Mo Jingchun and falling asleep again.
Soon after, the light in the darkness went out with a gentle sound.
The little one fell asleep and entered dreamland once more, while Mo Jingchun didn't sleep but lay in bed, reading the AI intelligent caretaker selected from the system.
More than five billion lines of core code, along with algorithmic formulas Mo Jingchun had never seen or heard of.
The code was in C++ language, of which Mo Jingchun had some understanding.
It could be said that C++ was currently the fastest computer language, especially suitable for time-sensitive AI programming projects. C++ offered faster execution and response times, which was why many games were developed based on C++.
Moreover, C++ allowed extensive use of algorithms and was highly efficient in using statistical AI techniques. Another critical factor was due to inheritance and data hiding; C++ supported code reuse, which saved time and money, and was also suitable for machine learning and neural networks.
But the main reason Mo Jingchun knew this language was because of its difficulty, having heard of it from many bald-headed developers.
What troubled Mo Jingchun was the vast amount of code. Even if he rewrote it on a computer non-stop every day, he roughly calculated it would take at least four to five years, assuming no interruption and at least spending more than eight to nine hours a day.
Looking at it, Mo Jingchun didn't believe the four years of college could bring the AI intelligent caretaker to market. Taking a step back, college life was not as relaxed and joyous as the head teacher said.
As for giving up his studies, Mo Jingchun did not even consider it. He had been admitted to the top university, which was his mom's proudest achievement.
Mo Jingchun was not troubled by the excessive codes and algorithms of the AI intelligent caretaker; rather, Mo Jingchun was somewhat happy.
Because every algorithm in the intelligent caretaker could be used separately.
Without exaggeration,
"Just relying on these would be enough for me and Little Candy to live worry-free for the second half of our lives."
Mo Jingchun's gaze was deep. His bright eyes seemed to have fire burning.
"If it were me before, I would definitely be satisfied. Now... I hope to look at the enchanting starry sky above."
Mo Jingchun gazed at the stars outside the window, bright and dim mingling together, and murmured, "Which one is you?"
"Mom."
"You told me everyone who passed away became a star in the sky."
"You wouldn't lie to your son, would you?"
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In the cement-floored living room, a group of plainly dressed people sat on an old, slightly yellow bench. In the middle was an equally slightly yellow Eight Immortals table, still stained with some uncleared wax.
The living room was quiet enough to hear a pin drop. Amongst the crowd, everyone had different expressions, not knowing what they were thinking.
A few men with slightly furrowed brows held in their hands a cigarette box costing fifteen yuan that remained unlit.
Mo Jingchun himself distributed these cigarettes, but no one picked up the lighter nearby to light the cigarettes in their hands. Everyone understood the harm of second-hand smoke to children, especially infants under one year old.
The wrinkled cigarettes in the men's hands clearly reflected their unrest.
"Have you really thought it through? Although your uncle is incompetent, he can still take care of your sister."
Zhou Xing, with many white hairs and large hands full of calluses, finished speaking and involuntarily raised his eyebrows, glancing sideways at his wife.
The kick he received wasn't light.
With Zhou Song speaking up, the others hurriedly voiced their support, stating that raising Little Candy was no problem. As for who was sincere and who was not, Mo Jingchun had his own scale in mind.
They say the eyes are the windows to the soul. Mo Jingchun felt this saying was absolutely right.
Mo Jingchun's expression remained calm...