She Is My Only Family

The sharp stab of pain came quickly and vanished just as fast.

In a moment of disorientation, Mo Jingchun suddenly found many memories that had never belonged to him appearing in his mind.

Mo Jingchun rubbed his forehead. Though it no longer hurt as badly as before, his head still felt dizzy and muddled, as if it weighed more than twenty pounds. He shook his head. Was this the weight of knowledge?

The dizzy feeling was anything but pleasant. If he had to describe it, Mo Jingchun thought it felt much like sitting beside a charcoal brazier indoors during winter without fresh air for too long, leading to mild Carbon Dioxide and Carbon Monoxide poisoning.

Thinking of this, Mo Jingchun could not help recalling two figures, and his nose stung.

He used to get scolded all the time for watching TV by the brazier. It had infuriated him. He had only watched for a little while—did they really have to nag him every few minutes?

Only after losing them did Mo Jingchun suddenly realize that having someone constantly nagging in his ear was truly, truly an incredibly fortunate thing. Unfortunately, he would never experience that happiness again.

Compared with Mo Jingchun, the innocent and ignorant Candy was the truly pitiful one.

Mo Jingchun stared blankly at the soundly sleeping Candy, his thoughts drifting as he wondered about who knew what.

After an unknown amount of time, a warm little hand touched him, jolting Mo Jingchun back to his senses.

Under the moonlight, two large eyes like black gemstones stared unblinkingly at Mo Jingchun. At the same time, her Cherry Little Mouth kept smacking away, while her little hands fiddled with Mo Jingchun's cheeks.

One glance was enough for Mo Jingchun to know that the Little One had woken up. Her endlessly smacking mouth was telling him, "I'm hungry."

Turning on the light, getting out of bed, mixing formula—Mo Jingchun was already thoroughly familiar with the entire routine.

After preparing the formula with dark circles under his eyes, Mo Jingchun did not rush to feed Candy. The temperature was still a little too high, after all. An infant's stomach was not like that of children a few years older or adults.

Water at the same temperature might cause Mo Jingchun no problems at all, but for Candy's delicate stomach, it could be a disaster.

Setting the Milk Bottle on the bedside table, Mo Jingchun smiled and flicked the Little One's chubby cheek. When he opened her diaper, sure enough, she had pooped without making a sound.

This was undoubtedly the thing that gave Mo Jingchun the biggest headache, bar none. Fortunately, the Little One had always been well-behaved and rarely cried or fussed.

After filling a small basin with warm water, Mo Jingchun first wiped Candy clean with tissues, then skillfully wiped the Little One down with a damp towel.

Only after all that fuss did Mo Jingchun put a fresh diaper on Candy.

The weather was already rather hot, and after all that work, beads of sweat had appeared across Mo Jingchun's forehead.

He touched the Milk Bottle on the bedside table. The temperature was just right. Mo Jingchun smiled faintly. This was the result of experience gained time after time.

Full and satisfied, the Little One opened her eyes wide and looked around. In the end, she looked at Mo Jingchun and fell asleep again.

Before long, a light in the darkness went out with a soft click.

The Little One had fallen asleep again and entered dreamland, but Mo Jingchun did not sleep. Instead, he lay in bed reading through the AI Smart Butler he had drawn from the system.

There were over five hundred million lines of core code, as well as algorithmic formulas Mo Jingchun had never seen or even heard of.

The code was written in C++, a language Mo Jingchun knew something about.

It could be said that C++ was currently the fastest computer language. It was especially suited for time-sensitive AI programming projects. C++ could provide faster execution and response times, which was precisely why many games were developed using C++.

Furthermore, C++ allowed algorithms to be used on a large scale and was highly efficient when applying statistical AI techniques. Another important factor was that, due to inheritance and data hiding, C++ supported code reuse during development, saving both time and money. C++ was also suitable for machine learning and neural networks.

But the main reason Mo Jingchun knew about this language was its difficulty, and the fact that many developers were bald Big Shots.

What troubled Mo Jingchun was the sheer volume of code. Even if he transcribed it onto a computer without interruption every day, his rough estimate was that it would take at least four to five years—and that was with no breaks and at least eight or nine hours spent on it each day.

No matter how he looked at it, Mo Jingchun did not think four years of university would be enough to bring the AI Smart Butler into existence. Besides, university life was nowhere near as easy and carefree as the Class Teacher had claimed.

As for giving up his studies, Mo Jingchun had never even considered it. He had been admitted to the top institution of higher learning, and that was Mother's proudest achievement.

Mo Jingchun was not troubled by the excessive amount of code and algorithms in the AI Smart Butler. On the contrary, he was rather happy.

Because every algorithm within the Smart Butler could be used independently.

It was no exaggeration to say,

"Just these alone will be enough to ensure Candy and I can live without worries for the rest of our lives."

Mo Jingchun's gaze was deep, and it seemed as if fire burned in his bright eyes.

"If it were the old me, I would definitely be satisfied. But now... I hope I can take a look at that enchanting starry sky above my head."

Mo Jingchun looked at the stars outside the window, each one shining with a different brightness, and murmured, "Which one is you?"

"Mother."

"You told me that everyone who dies becomes a star in the sky."

"You wouldn't lie to your Son, would you?"

In the Living Room with its cement floor, a group of plainly dressed people sat on somewhat yellowed long benches. In the center was an equally yellowed Eight Immortals table, with traces of candle wax that had not been completely removed still left on it.

The Living Room was so quiet that a pin drop could be heard. Everyone in the crowd wore different expressions, lost in thoughts unknown.

Several men with faint wrinkles on their faces held cigarettes that cost fifteen yuan a pack, none of which had been lit.

Mo Jingchun had handed out the cigarettes himself, but no one picked up the lighters within reach to light them. Everyone understood that secondhand smoke was harmful to children, especially infants under one year old.

The cigarettes, already crumpled in the men's hands, clearly showed just how unsettled they were.

"Have you really thought this through? Your uncle may be useless, but I can still raise your Younger Sister."

As soon as Zhou Xing, whose head was covered with white hair and whose large hands were thick with calluses, finished speaking, he could not help raising his brows and shooting a glare at the woman beside him.

That kick had not been light at all.

With Zhou Song speaking up, the others hurriedly voiced their support, saying that raising Candy would not be a problem. As for who was sincere and who was pretending, Mo Jingchun had his own measure.

They said the eyes were the windows to the soul, and Mo Jingchun felt that saying was absolutely right.

Mo Jingchun's expression remained calm...