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The keyboard was banging and banging, and a warm words appeared on the screen. They all smiled sweetly.

He, an eight- or nine-year-old child, is not much different in appearance from his peers. However, due to the divorce of his parents, no one is willing to raise him. Although he was eventually awarded to his father, he still could not Get away from the hardships of life. He changed and became speechless. No one can understand his heart. He is very lonely. No one is willing to make friends with him. As a result, he gradually became addicted to the Internet, and often talked with others in various chat rooms, as if this was his relief and comfort.

And he, a 60-year-old man, because his wife died, his children's filial piety made him lose confidence in life, but when he was in confusion, a news changed him. At that time, an interview with the computer on the elderly. Looking at it, the faint eyes actually let out the light. Since then, the elderly have begun to learn computers. Soon after, he was able to swim on the Internet. His life has gradually become colored.

In one accident, he met him in a chat room. It seems that this was deliberately arranged by God. Two lonely people confided to each other's heart history and listened to the other's story. Perhaps the two people are in the same situation, they often start to contact on the Internet. When he feels lost because of his study or his father’s carelessness, the old man will comfort him and enlighten him. When the old man feels that his life is about to end and he loses confidence in life, he will make the old man feel in a child-specific way. Happy, let him think that life is still very meaningful. In this way, while the two encouraged each other, they also gave themselves spiritual comfort.

Finally one day, they decided to meet. So at the scheduled time and place, they met. When the eyes blend, the feeling is not just a surprise, at this moment, the two hearts have already boiled. "Grandpa--" He finally screamed out, and the old man, but could not help but shed tears.

That day, the two of them, no, not exactly, should be said to be the two grandchildren, sitting on the bench in the corner of the park, a breeze blowing, the wicker slightly swayed a few times, but the two hearts are still hot.

The keyboard is still pounding, but they are not alone.