Chapter 45 Files in the Laptop

Lin Sinan first organized the information in the document, and then checked the specific information with Aunt Zhang before saving the document. Fearing that Aunt Zhang's son would not be able to read electronic documents, he printed out another copy for him as a backup.

Then, he used special cleaning tools to carefully wipe the screen and body, carefully cleaned the keyboard, and applied maintenance oil to the key parts of the computer, carefully maintaining the laptop in all aspects.

Then Lin Sinan started to work non-stop, and continued to be busy until the afternoon. After a series of tedious work processes such as careful inspection and repair, he finally successfully delivered several repaired computers to customers.

At that moment, Aunt Zhang's son hurried over. His face was filled with anxiety, his forehead was slightly sweaty, his eyes were gleaming, and his lips were trembling slightly, revealing his inner restlessness.

Hello, Mr. Zhang, we meet again. Lin Sinan first exchanged a few words of greeting and said: There is something I need to explain to you in detail.

During the entire process of repairing your computer, due to the actual needs of the repair work itself, we must conduct comprehensive and detailed collection and in-depth analysis of the data stored in the computer.

During the specific process of collecting and analyzing this information, I accidentally discovered a file that, judging from all aspects, seems to be quite important to you.

So, I took great care to preserve it. Time was so tight and rushed that I didn't have time to greet you in advance. This was also an oversight on our part.

To express our deepest apologies, we've printed this document for you. We're truly sorry and hope you can forgive our oversight.

As he spoke, Lin Sinan handed over the printed document, which was the letter Aunt Zhang wrote to her son.

Aunt Zhang's son took the document from Lin Sinan and said, "It's okay, it's okay. There's really nothing important in that computer. You can do whatever you want with it. There's absolutely no problem. It's okay. There's no need to worry or be concerned. It's really okay."

Mr. Zhang took the document and saw the first line of words: "Son, when you see these words, your mother will probably be gone. Don't cry. I hope you can calm down and listen carefully to what your mother has to say."

He tightly grasped the document in his hand. His hands were even trembling slightly due to nervousness and excitement. The document seemed to be of great weight.

When he saw the clear first line of words on the document again, he felt as if his heart, which had been beating steadily, was suddenly struck by an invisible giant hand. With a "click", the sound kept echoing in his mind, making him a little dazed.

"Son, when you see these words, mom is no longer here. Don't cry. I hope you can calm down and listen carefully to what mom has in her heart." This short but affectionate line of words exploded in his mind like a bolt from the blue.

Mr. Zhang's mind went blank in an instant, as if he was swept by a sudden snowstorm, and all his thoughts were frozen.

His eyes were fixed on the line of words, and his focused expression seemed as if he wanted to carve the words out of the document and carve them into the deepest part of his soul, letting it remain there forever and become an inseparable connection between him and his mother.

Is this really the letter my mother left for me?

This question surged in his heart like a surging tide, one wave higher than the other.

When had his mother written this letter? Why had she written it? Did she have a premonition? Countless possibilities raced through his mind, each one making his heart clench.

He didn't know the answer, he only knew that his heart was filled with pain and confusion. Why did his mother leave this letter? What was going on?

He suppressed the urge to read the letter in one breath, bowed to Lin Sinan, and said: Thank you, your document is really important to me, thank you very much,

Then he said: I have other things to do today, so I won’t bother you any more. I will definitely come to express my gratitude to you another day. After saying that, he left as if he was escaping.

Ke Xin watched him walk away in a daze, and walked over to ask: Brother Si Nan, did that Fatty Zhang pay? Li Si Nan glanced at Ke Xin, and Ke Xin stuck out her tongue. "Hmm, I was wrong, it was Mr. Zhang. So, did Mr. Zhang pay?"

Actually, Lin Sinan also called Aunt Zhang's son "Fatty Zhang" in his heart, and Aunt Zhang didn't seem to mind at all. But it was really not nice to do that in front of the other person's mother. Thinking of this, Lin Sinan glanced into the room with a guilty conscience. Hmm, where's Aunt Zhang? Why is she gone?

At this time, Ke Xin's coquettish voice came over again, "Brother Sinan, I have a question for you. Has Mr. Zhang paid? How much is it? I still need to keep the account."

No payment was made. Lin Sinan was still trying hard to find Aunt Zhang and replied briefly to Kexin.

Why didn’t you pay? Ke Xin pouted and muttered, “We are not related at all, how can I not charge you?”

Lin Sinan turned around and sighed deeply, "You little money-grubber! The computer hasn't been taken away yet, why are you paying for it?"

Ke Xin looked at the laptop in front of her with a confused look on her face. If he didn't take the computer, then what was he doing here?

Lin Sinan ignored her and continued to look around the room, trying to find Aunt Zhang. Unfortunately, his efforts were in vain, because the Aunt Zhang he was looking for was no longer in the room.

At this moment, Aunt Zhang was standing alone and quietly in a slightly dark corner downstairs from the office. Surrounded by tall, silent buildings, they cast shadows, making the corner seem even more quiet and depressing.

Aunt Zhang was slightly hunched over, one hand on the wall, as if to support herself, while her other hand was clenched into a fist, tightening and unclenching.

After a while, she saw her son who had just entered coming out with a dazed look on his back. She seemed to go over to say hello to her son and tell him that her mother was always watching over him.

But she couldn't do that. If she disturbed the normal life trajectory of the lives in the world, then their life magnetic fields would suffer a devastating blow, and they would even live a life worse than death. She couldn't harm her son.

Her eyes were fixed on the direction her son left, and her eyes were full of helplessness. That helplessness was like a dense net that bound her tightly, leaving her unable to break free.