aircannonsinc Chapter 130
Chapter 130
Lin Feng listened without saying a word.
He put the last stack of paper money into the fire and watched it burn.
Then he stood up and bowed three times to the tombstone.
Cheng Yuxin also bowed.
The two stood in front of the tombstone in silence for a while.
Then Cheng Yuxin said, "Let's go."
Lin Feng nodded.
The two walked down the mountain path. The path was dirt, and after the rain, it was incredibly muddy. Cheng Yuxin was wearing white sneakers, the edges of which were covered in mud.
Lin Feng walked ahead, took a few steps, and then looked back at her.
Cheng Yuxin walked very carefully, afraid of slipping.
Lin Feng extended his hand.
"Pull him along."
Cheng Yuxin looked at his outstretched hand, hesitated for a moment, and then reached out and grasped it.
The two held hands and walked down step by step.
Once they reached the foot of the mountain, the path became easier. Cheng Yuxin let go of his hand.
"Thank you," she said softly.
Lin Feng nodded.
The two walked toward the bus stop.
After walking a few steps, Cheng Yuxin suddenly said, "Lin Feng, you've been very quiet today."
Lin Feng said, "I don't have anything to say."
Cheng Yuxin glanced at him but didn't ask any more questions.
When she got home, Cheng Yuxin changed her shoes and went straight into the kitchen.
"I'll go cook. You can rest."
Lin Feng stood in the living room, watching her back.
Then he went into his room, sat at his desk, and turned on his computer.
The screen still displays CodeLight's code.
He looked at it for a while, but didn't write anything.
He leaned back in his chair, thinking about what had just happened at the grave.
Grandpa and Grandma.
The original owner's grandparents.
It's not his.
But as he bowed, he felt a strange sensation—not sadness, not nostalgia, but a sense of... peace.
He has roots now.
In his past life, he had no roots. He grew up in an orphanage, not knowing who his parents were or where he came from. When filling out forms, he always wrote "unknown" in the "place of origin" column.
Now he has his grandparents, his parents, and his sister Yuxin.
It has roots.
He took a deep breath, sat up straight, and started writing code.
Mid-April.
Lin Feng's pager started ringing more and more frequently.
Some were buying software, some were asking for programming advice, some were making plans with their friends, and even the editorial staff of Computerworld magazine said that his GG had been published and asked if he wanted it published in another issue.
Lin Feng replied: Post another issue.
The fee for the manuscript will be deducted from the author's fee, so he doesn't have to pay anything extra.
CodeLight sales are rising. The computer store in New World is selling over twenty copies a week. Fatty said some people come all the way from other districts specifically to buy them, saying they saw GG in Computerworld magazine.
Lin Feng felt that was about enough.
He decided to create a registered version.
Previous versions were trial versions, fully functional, and usable without registration. The registered version has the same functionality, but a pop-up window will appear upon startup reminding the user to register. The registration fee is twenty yuan; the payment is sent to his address, and he will mail back a registration code floppy disk.
He wrote a registration code generator. Each user's registration code is unique, generated based on the username and software version. The algorithm is simple—it just adds up the ASCII codes of each character in the username, multiplies by a constant, and then takes the modulo. That's enough; in this day and age, no one will bother to crack it.
He packaged the registered and trial versions separately. The trial version was available for free in the computer room, while the registered version required payment to obtain.
Then he waited.
A week later, the first registration payment arrived.
The remittance slip was written as: Liu Zhiqiang, address: Changsha, Hunan. A note read: "CodeLight registration fee: 20 yuan."
Lin Feng stared at the remittance slip for a long time.
Twenty yuan.
not much.
But this was the first person willing to pay for the software he wrote.