Many years ago, I didn't have a girlfriend. Later, I seemed to see clearly the trend of the times, and with a heart that would not turn back, I joined the ranks of programmers. Today, I have the girlfriend I love. Like most girls, she has bright eyes and white teeth, youthful and radiant, but she obviously has one extra hobby: her greatest interest is actually helping me DEBUG. I never could have imagined at the time that the BUGs programmers hate with a passion really did serve once as my volunteer matchmaker. Whenever I think back on it, I am filled with emotion.
At that time I was still a genuine newbie. In the company's internal BUG rankings I was often near the top, so being called BUG Maker One (chief BUG manufacturer) was well deserved. My mood was either very bad or simply nonexistent. Then one day, things changed fundamentally. I remember that day was just like usual: I went to the testing department to negotiate about my BUGs, and that was also the first time I met my later DEBUG girlfriend. She was gentle and refined, her words as fragrant as orchids. She explained in a calm and orderly way the causes of my BUGs and possible solutions. I listened attentively and kept saying yes, yes. I had no idea that while only one day had passed in the cave, a thousand years had passed in the world (our testing department compared to the development department was like a hidden paradise). Later when I got home, I realized that this afternoon I had said "yes" more times than on any other day in my life. It was simply a little abnormal. In the past I always argued my case and refused to yield an inch, but today I was obviously somehow different. Perhaps I had already sensed a strange stirring deep in my heart. Looking back now, the seed of my love had already sprouted then.
After that I seemed full of drive, but the BUG count still remained high. It was just that I privately felt that my past BUGs had all been low-level, while my current BUGs were becoming more and more creative. I also tried to clear my inelegant reputation. "Rather have creative BUGs than zero BUGs" became my catchphrase. With that, the pressure at the time seemed lighter, the situation improved somewhat, and I worked even harder. My level improved quickly. In a word, I wasn't such a newbie anymore; I had a bit of the flavor of an old hand.
Counting on my fingers, by then my later "DEBUG girlfriend" and I had already coexisted peacefully for half a year. I thought that now the time had come to make my move. On a sudden inspiration—or perhaps something long premeditated—I thought: why not add my love Easter egg into the software?
I thought there were already many kinds of eggs in this world. The egg I wanted to add was a love Easter egg. In other words, I wanted to use the software to tell her, "I love you." Once I decided, I did it. Secretly I added the Easter egg into the software, and of course told only her this secret. I even grandly called it an unexpected surprise that would appear as soon as she pressed the "ALT+LOVE" key. Naturally she didn't believe it. As expected, at the critical moment my love Easter egg did not produce a BUG. It performed very successfully. The effect was actually like this: with <> as background music, a letter I had written to her appeared on the screen. The letter was displayed in a typewriter effect, short and urgent:
"How are you, my DEBUG girlfriend? Please allow me to call you that, because if I don't, I will regret it for the rest of my life. We have already been 'closely' cooperating for some time, but from the very beginning it seemed we were already able to cooperate closely. We both work hard, as if both wanting to prove our trust in each other. I want to tell you of my absolute, absolute trust in you, and at the same time I am certain that the magnetic field built by you and me strongly attracts a kind of metal—that is the power that lets us trust each other and care for each other-----love. Yes, my love for you. Do you believe it?!"
"In this life I have finally produced for you a 'creative' BUG. You can surely sense the excitement in my heart. You may ask what makes it creative. I think it is still because of that deep love."
Soon after, I received her reply. The general idea was that the DEBUG had not yet succeeded and comrades still needed to work hard. I knew her good intentions. After that, while working, we sent each other emails and also said things full of mutual tenderness. More importantly, we trusted each other. I knew that between us there was clearly a kind of unspoken true feeling filling the air. I was certain of it.
Perhaps like most true feelings, ours too needed the test of time. Unexpectedly, the test came at once. Because my work had begun to show results, I was sent out of town and given a chance to train by taking sole charge of things. Though in my heart I did not want to leave, I still obeyed the organizational assignment. Perhaps it was a blessing in disguise. Only after leaving her did I realize how indispensable she was to me. Truly, only then did I realize that my attachment to her had existed for a long time; only at that very moment did I feel how deep it really was. I turned this longing into a torrential rain of emails and text messages. I didn't know whether she could bear it, but I couldn't care about that. I only wanted to tell her that I could no longer live without her.
She asked me why I happened to like her of all people. I asked her what kind of person I really was in her eyes. She said that I was a good person, it's just that I spoke too directly and sometimes people found it a bit hard to take. When I heard her say that, I was deeply moved. Actually I knew that she could understand the way I spoke. I remembered how my mother had once warned me that a boy as blunt and straightforward in speech as I was might scare girls away the moment he opened his mouth, and that if one day there were a girl who could stand the way I spoke, then she might well be my wife. A wave of pain went through me: the one I had searched for through half my life—so it turned out it was you. She told me she was moved by my sincerity and was about to cry. I said to her, silly girl, don't cry. Maybe I could never in my whole life say the words I said tonight, but those words have lain in my heart for a lifetime, and only because of you, only you, could I finally say them. Believe me. Let us remember today, and from now on never part again. I love you. Yes, an entire lifetime only for this day. Though it came a little late, I think I will cherish it all the more.
Many years later, I still cannot forget that night when we pledged ourselves to each other for this life. I think that out-of-town assignment was the first test of our greenhouse love. The fruit of our love was growing rapidly. After I came back, I continued writing programs, only my DEBUG girlfriend became even more serious. Toward my BUGs she adopted a high-pressure policy of "better to kill a thousand by mistake than let one slip through." As a result, my BUGs instead became fewer day by day. When I vanished completely from the BUG rankings, and saw that she looked even happier and prouder than I was, I knew my apple of love was ripe.
What a programming career cannot do without is seemingly dull DEBUGging; what life cannot do without is my consistently strict DEBUG girlfriend. I am actually a lucky programmer. Did you know that what I was endlessly producing back then was far more than simple BUGs—it was clearly the seeds of a great love. And those seeds finally grew into a towering tree. On this point alone, I am already happy enough. If life is like this, what more could one ask for?
My friend, have you ever envied my love? If you want to copy this method, remember my advice. First, of course, find a way to get into a software company, naturally one that preferably has an independent testing department. Then I wish you a girlfriend who likes DEBUG. And of course please be generous and produce a few more BUGs. The more BUGs, the higher the chance of getting a DEBUG girlfriend. Many years later, people here named my advice the DEBUG love advice.
At that time I was still a genuine newbie. In the company's internal BUG rankings I was often near the top, so being called BUG Maker One (chief BUG manufacturer) was well deserved. My mood was either very bad or simply nonexistent. Then one day, things changed fundamentally. I remember that day was just like usual: I went to the testing department to negotiate about my BUGs, and that was also the first time I met my later DEBUG girlfriend. She was gentle and refined, her words as fragrant as orchids. She explained in a calm and orderly way the causes of my BUGs and possible solutions. I listened attentively and kept saying yes, yes. I had no idea that while only one day had passed in the cave, a thousand years had passed in the world (our testing department compared to the development department was like a hidden paradise). Later when I got home, I realized that this afternoon I had said "yes" more times than on any other day in my life. It was simply a little abnormal. In the past I always argued my case and refused to yield an inch, but today I was obviously somehow different. Perhaps I had already sensed a strange stirring deep in my heart. Looking back now, the seed of my love had already sprouted then.
After that I seemed full of drive, but the BUG count still remained high. It was just that I privately felt that my past BUGs had all been low-level, while my current BUGs were becoming more and more creative. I also tried to clear my inelegant reputation. "Rather have creative BUGs than zero BUGs" became my catchphrase. With that, the pressure at the time seemed lighter, the situation improved somewhat, and I worked even harder. My level improved quickly. In a word, I wasn't such a newbie anymore; I had a bit of the flavor of an old hand.
Counting on my fingers, by then my later "DEBUG girlfriend" and I had already coexisted peacefully for half a year. I thought that now the time had come to make my move. On a sudden inspiration—or perhaps something long premeditated—I thought: why not add my love Easter egg into the software?
I thought there were already many kinds of eggs in this world. The egg I wanted to add was a love Easter egg. In other words, I wanted to use the software to tell her, "I love you." Once I decided, I did it. Secretly I added the Easter egg into the software, and of course told only her this secret. I even grandly called it an unexpected surprise that would appear as soon as she pressed the "ALT+LOVE" key. Naturally she didn't believe it. As expected, at the critical moment my love Easter egg did not produce a BUG. It performed very successfully. The effect was actually like this: with <> as background music, a letter I had written to her appeared on the screen. The letter was displayed in a typewriter effect, short and urgent:
"How are you, my DEBUG girlfriend? Please allow me to call you that, because if I don't, I will regret it for the rest of my life. We have already been 'closely' cooperating for some time, but from the very beginning it seemed we were already able to cooperate closely. We both work hard, as if both wanting to prove our trust in each other. I want to tell you of my absolute, absolute trust in you, and at the same time I am certain that the magnetic field built by you and me strongly attracts a kind of metal—that is the power that lets us trust each other and care for each other-----love. Yes, my love for you. Do you believe it?!"
"In this life I have finally produced for you a 'creative' BUG. You can surely sense the excitement in my heart. You may ask what makes it creative. I think it is still because of that deep love."
Soon after, I received her reply. The general idea was that the DEBUG had not yet succeeded and comrades still needed to work hard. I knew her good intentions. After that, while working, we sent each other emails and also said things full of mutual tenderness. More importantly, we trusted each other. I knew that between us there was clearly a kind of unspoken true feeling filling the air. I was certain of it.
Perhaps like most true feelings, ours too needed the test of time. Unexpectedly, the test came at once. Because my work had begun to show results, I was sent out of town and given a chance to train by taking sole charge of things. Though in my heart I did not want to leave, I still obeyed the organizational assignment. Perhaps it was a blessing in disguise. Only after leaving her did I realize how indispensable she was to me. Truly, only then did I realize that my attachment to her had existed for a long time; only at that very moment did I feel how deep it really was. I turned this longing into a torrential rain of emails and text messages. I didn't know whether she could bear it, but I couldn't care about that. I only wanted to tell her that I could no longer live without her.
She asked me why I happened to like her of all people. I asked her what kind of person I really was in her eyes. She said that I was a good person, it's just that I spoke too directly and sometimes people found it a bit hard to take. When I heard her say that, I was deeply moved. Actually I knew that she could understand the way I spoke. I remembered how my mother had once warned me that a boy as blunt and straightforward in speech as I was might scare girls away the moment he opened his mouth, and that if one day there were a girl who could stand the way I spoke, then she might well be my wife. A wave of pain went through me: the one I had searched for through half my life—so it turned out it was you. She told me she was moved by my sincerity and was about to cry. I said to her, silly girl, don't cry. Maybe I could never in my whole life say the words I said tonight, but those words have lain in my heart for a lifetime, and only because of you, only you, could I finally say them. Believe me. Let us remember today, and from now on never part again. I love you. Yes, an entire lifetime only for this day. Though it came a little late, I think I will cherish it all the more.
Many years later, I still cannot forget that night when we pledged ourselves to each other for this life. I think that out-of-town assignment was the first test of our greenhouse love. The fruit of our love was growing rapidly. After I came back, I continued writing programs, only my DEBUG girlfriend became even more serious. Toward my BUGs she adopted a high-pressure policy of "better to kill a thousand by mistake than let one slip through." As a result, my BUGs instead became fewer day by day. When I vanished completely from the BUG rankings, and saw that she looked even happier and prouder than I was, I knew my apple of love was ripe.
What a programming career cannot do without is seemingly dull DEBUGging; what life cannot do without is my consistently strict DEBUG girlfriend. I am actually a lucky programmer. Did you know that what I was endlessly producing back then was far more than simple BUGs—it was clearly the seeds of a great love. And those seeds finally grew into a towering tree. On this point alone, I am already happy enough. If life is like this, what more could one ask for?
My friend, have you ever envied my love? If you want to copy this method, remember my advice. First, of course, find a way to get into a software company, naturally one that preferably has an independent testing department. Then I wish you a girlfriend who likes DEBUG. And of course please be generous and produce a few more BUGs. The more BUGs, the higher the chance of getting a DEBUG girlfriend. Many years later, people here named my advice the DEBUG love advice.
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