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I saw the news of the death of the left ear mouse on Twitter today, and I ran to confirm with Kevin, and I was a little surprised.
I haven’t chatted much with Uncle Mouse since I joined WeChat. I hosted a chat two or three years ago when Clubhouse became popular, and Uncle Mouse also came in for a chat. Later, I added him to my developer group, and he said that he could be a consultant for everyone. Going forward, 15 years ago, we resigned from Ali on the same day. I saw his post on the intranet, and I left him a message, and he replied to me. Further on is his Blog, which has influenced many people, including me.
I was in Changsha on weekends, sorting out the watercolors left by her father in the house where Alen grew up. I have never communicated with her father. The only time I saw her was when he was pushed on the hospital bed for an examination. He was in a coma at that time. When I saw more than a thousand paintings that had been dusty for decades, I seemed to start communicating with him. We cleaned them one by one, took pictures, and put a layer of plastic bags on them. While arranging, admiring, admiring, picking out our favorites. This is the legacy that a person leaves to the world after he leaves.
I didn’t want to play table tennis tonight, but thinking of Uncle Mouse, I told myself that every day should be the last day, and I went to play my favorite sport.
On the left is the landscape of Yuelu Mountain painted by my father-in-law, and on the right is the same location I took on Sunday. It’s all within the scope of Alen’s family life since he was a child.
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