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墨書 Inktalez
I returned to my seat and carefully placed Mr. Li's business card into my pocket.
My fingertips brushed against the surface as I gently set down my laptop bag, treating it as if it were a precious treasure.
Mr. Li remained with his eyes closed, breathing evenly and deeply.
I traced the edge of the business card, feeling its weight, lost in a whirlwind of thoughts.
Is escaping really effective? Can running to the other side of the Earth help me shake off the shadows in my heart and start anew?
Turning to look out the window, I took my laptop from my bag, my fingers gliding over the matte metal casing, a familiar sensation washing over me.
This laptop had accompanied me through countless days and nights, witnessing my transformation from a naive programming enthusiast to a somewhat accomplished programmer. It had also seen me shrouded in heavy clouds that blocked out the sunlight, the cabin dimly lit.
Just like my current mood—confused and oppressed.
Mr. Li seemed to embody betrayal, suffering from being framed, ultimately forced to give up everything.
I took a deep breath and pressed the power button. The screen lit up, reflecting my slightly weary face. I opened the code editor, and the blank canvas seemed to sense my emotional turmoil. It blinked awake and asked with concern, "What's wrong, young man? Do you have something on your mind?"
I forced a smile. "It's nothing, just thinking about some things."
He smiled faintly, his gaze profound. "Life is like a field waiting to be cultivated. On the road ahead, you'll encounter all sorts of choices. What matters is not avoidance but having the courage to make decisions and bear their consequences."
I lowered my head in silence. Mr. Li's words struck me like a heavy hammer; what was important was that I could use this platform to prove myself again and make those who had hurt me pay!
With that thought, a glimmer of determination flashed in my eyes.
My fingers fell onto the keyboard, each keystroke resonating clearly in the quiet cabin.
Lines of code danced like vibrant notes, flowing from my fingertips into the depths of my heart.
His words carried a power that pierced through to the core of human emotion, forcing me to confront my innermost thoughts.
Mr. Li fell silent again, closing his eyes to rest.
The cabin settled into a quiet hum, punctuated only by the roar of the engines and the soft murmur of passengers conversing.
I took a deep breath, pulled out my laptop, and began to type.
I felt as if I had returned to that passionate night filled with dreams, forgetting all grievances and pain, immersing myself entirely in the world of code.
A Flight Attendant pushed a cart down the aisle and softly asked, "Sir, would you like a drink?"
Without looking up, I replied, "A cup of coffee, please."
I opened my programming software.
The lines of code I had once deleted now appeared vividly in my mind. My fingers danced swiftly across the Keyboard, as lines of code flowed out like a rushing stream.
This time, I wasn't coding for competition or fame; I was doing it to prove myself, to overcome those who had once hurt me.
I took a sip of coffee; its bitter taste ignited my senses and sharpened my focus.
I increased my typing speed—functions and variables fell under my command, constructing something that demanded sacrifice.
I threw myself into the realm of programming, losing track of time and everything around me.
The code flowed from my fingertips as if it were expressing my resentment and anger while carrying my hopes and aspirations for the future.
A few hours later, a brand new defense system framework was completed.
Time passed slowly, and the lights in the cabin gradually dimmed.
I stretched and moved my stiff shoulders.
Outside the window, night fell, and the stars twinkled like diamonds scattered across a black curtain.
Mr. Li opened his eyes and saw me staring at the flickering code on my screen, a sense of unprecedented accomplishment welled up within me.
At that moment, the Flight Attendant pushed a food cart over and gently asked, "Sir, would you like to eat?"
It was then that I realized how much time had passed. I closed my laptop and took the tray from the Flight Attendant. Mr. Li's eyes flashed with surprise as he noticed the dense lines of code: "Still writing?"
I nodded, my tone filled with confidence: "I just want to restore some of the code I deleted earlier."
Mr. Li stood up and walked over to my side, looking at the code on the screen with admiration in his eyes: "Young man, your perseverance moves me. I believe you will shine in future technology."
I closed my laptop and smiled slightly: "Thank you, Mr. Li. I believe so too."
The plane flew smoothly as I gazed out the window, filled with hope and anticipation. This time, I would not shy away; I would let everyone know that Song You was back!
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