In Shonan in October, the wind has already blown off the leaves.

Zhang Xingyang stepped on the withered branches and leaves and returned to his hometown in southern Hunan.

Maybe he was a good leader, a good scientific worker.

But he is also the unfilial son of an elderly mother.

Since he went home once last year, he hasn't even come back for the Chinese New Year.

Engine research, parallel propulsion systems, and new rockets were too much of his energy and time.

So Zhang Xingyang has never had time to come back to visit his mother.

That is, now when the Beidou binary has just been launched and the satellite communication system has not yet started, I have found a little time.

Come back and see your mother.

Zhang Xingyang's father and mother were old children, and the old mother was close to forty years old when she gave birth to him.

And the two of them only have such a son, so after his father's death, only the old mother lives alone in his hometown.

Coupled with the nature of Zhang Xingyang's work, it is common not to come back once a year.

In fact, according to Zhang Xingyang's current situation, he can take his old mother to his side.

But Zhang's mother refused, because as long as she was in the research institute, she couldn't help but think of Zhang Xingyang's father, and it was difficult to control her emotions.

"The braised pork is delicious, you eat more."

Zhang's mother complained while sandwiching the red pork belly for Zhang Xingyang:

"You've lost weight lately!"

"It must be that the chefs of your research institute are not good at their skills, and they have all lost weight!"

In fact, Zhang Xingyang himself knows that the special chefs in the research institute are very skilled, and he has eaten a lot during this time.

According to the latest physical examination results, I actually gained two pounds.

But in the eyes of a mother, it seems that her child is always in a state of underfed.

"Uh-huh, you eat too!"

Zhang Xingyang said while eating the pork belly in his bowl.

Just as Zhang Xingyang was tasting the spicy and fragrant pork belly, Zhang's mother looked at her son who seemed to have matured, and asked cautiously:

"Xingyang, do you have a favorite girl now?"

Zhang Xingyang, who happened to eat a large mouthful of rice, almost squirted out all the rice in his mouth at this time.

After finally swallowing a large mouthful of rice with perseverance, he hammered his chest.

After coughing a few times, "Not yet." ”

Although Zhang Xingyang has made great achievements in various fields in the past two years, in the eyes of Zhang's mother, his son who has never been in love seems to be very unqualified.

"I'm still very young and I'm not in a hurry."

Zhang Xingyang made a slight excuse and perfunctory his mother.

In fact, Zhang Xingyang has no interest in falling in love or getting married.

As it is now argued, he was actually an unmarried.

"Young?!"

Mother Zhang's tone also rose at this time, as if she was a little angry:

"When I was your age, I was already married to your father!"

At this time, Zhang Xingyang also finished eating the last grain of rice in the bowl and wiped the rice grain stuck to his lips.

A little helplessly said: "I'm really not interested in falling in love!" ”

"With this time, I might as well solve a little scientific research problem!"

Zhang's mother also understood Zhang Xingyang's thoughts at this time, so she no longer entangled with Zhang Xingyang on this issue.

"I'll wash the dishes."

In order to escape his mother's continuous urging to marry, Zhang Xingyang chose to do housework.

In fact, although Zhang Xingyang can understand this era in many aspects, the gap between the times in the past two hundred years still makes people's three views very different.

In Zhang Xingyang's eyes, marriage is already a very rare existence.

Only two people who are very compatible in all aspects can become husband and wife.

As for the feelings that exist because of the various dopamine and hormones secreted by the human body, they can no longer compete with the stimulation brought by the intelligent puppets in the virtual world.

Therefore, many people cannot find someone who can resonate with various thoughts with them in their lives, and there is no substantive marriage relationship.

After all, real people also have to take care of each other's emotions, how can there be any smart puppets in the virtual world that can fit themselves without restrictions?

At that time, the virtual world was already able to achieve the level of fakeness, and even the realism rate of civilian equipment was 80%.

"Mom didn't really force you to get married."

"You've always been such a person, you don't even have someone to take care of you."

"You're like this, if I suddenly leave one day, you're really only one left!"

Zhang's mother continued to chat with Zhang Xingyang while cleaning up the dining table.

In the minds of Zhang's mother's generation, starting a family is almost something that a man must complete before the age of thirty.

Although Zhang Xingyang has made a lot of achievements in his career now, seeing that he is about to reach the age of thirty, it is almost an unforgivable thing to be alone.

"I'm living well alone, and I'm not without hands and feet, and I have to be taken care of by others." Zhang Xingyang finished washing the dishes and responded to Zhang's mother.

"If you get married, at least someone will cook for you every day when you go home."

"It's not like you can't even eat a hot meal!"

Zhang Xingyang held his forehead helplessly, he had never been so helpless as he is now when solving such an extremely difficult engineering problem or scientific research problem.

"We have hot food available 24 hours a day in our cafeteria."

In desperation, Zhang Xingyang could only continue to be stubborn.

At this time, Zhang's mother couldn't say anything more.

turned his head and took out a hand-knitted yellow and white sweater from his inner room, and made a few gestures on Zhang Xingyang's body:

"Let's see if it fits, I just knitted it for you two months ago."

"You're always running around the country, and you can use a sweater!"

Looking at the old man in front of him, who was already a little rickety, Zhang Xingyang had tears in his eyes.

"It definitely fits!"

"It seems to be a little big." Mother Zhang muttered after trying to compare the fat and thin of her clothes.

"It's okay, I'll just wear one more inside!"

Looking at the old mother who had been insisting on putting on a sweater and trying it out, Zhang Xingyang had no choice but to try it, it was indeed a little big.

The line in the mother's hand, the wanderer's shirt.

Although it is already the season of cold and windy autumn, wearing the sweater specially knitted by the old mother for herself, it seems that it is not as cold as before.

To say that in this era, what moved Zhang Xingyang the most was Zhang's mother's deep mother-son love for herself!

It's a pity that his mission does not allow him to stay by his mother's side for a long time and become a filial son.

He is destined to become an unfilial son!

(End of chapter)