Endless Love

Chapter 19 But still unwilling to give up on you
Qu Weien sat alone on the curb drinking beer.

After drinking one can, he felt that the taste was too bland, so he threw the empty soda can on the ground, got up and poked his head in through the narrow window of the roadside canteen, "Boss, do you have any other wine? Something with a taste."

The boss said: "There is Red Star Erguotou, do you want it?"

The small bottle of Red Star Erguotou is only two liang, "First come five bottles."

The boss paused with the hand holding the wine, "This is 56 degrees."

He stared at him, "You can take it if you are told, what are you talking about?"

I bought wine and went back to sit on the curb and drink.Five bottles of 56-degree Red Star Erguotou are lined up on the right, and the empty bottles are placed on the left after drinking.After a while, all the sides were changed, and the bottle caps were thrown on the ground in a mess.

The owner of the grocery store saw him stand up from the small window and walk towards him again. His steps were steady and unshakable, and he quickly swept the remaining bottles of Red Star Erguotou on the shelf under the counter.

"Five more bottles of Erguotou."

The boss stared at the newspaper, "No more. There are drinks, grape juice iced tea, Coke Sprite, do you want it?"

"I saw several bottles on the shelf just now, take them out quickly, it's not like I won't give you money!"

The boss also said horizontally, "Young man, are you an adult? You have already drank a catty of liquor. It is liquor, 56 degrees, not plain water, you know? If you want to drink it, you can buy it elsewhere. I am a businessman with professional ethics. , I won’t sell it to you again.”

What kind of world is this?The grocery store owner still has professional ethics. He is buying liquor, not white powder.

Erguotou was very weak. After drinking five bottles, I didn't feel any sleepiness, dizziness, or discomfort at all. My mind was as clear as sitting in an examination room.

He walked forward aimlessly, walked out for a while and remembered that the empty wine bottle was still thrown on the side of the road, and then turned back to pick up all the rubbish on the ground and threw it into the trash can.

Tomorrow is March [-] Women's Day, and shops facing the street have put out various advertisements.Today is Sunday, and at dusk, the narrow road in front of the school is still blocked. Drivers ignore the no-honking signs and honk their horns indiscriminately, making a lot of noise.On the side of the road, there are sellers of fried chicken and chestnuts fried in sugar, and the white heat rises under the orange light.

The noisy and lively secular world is nothing more than that.Life goes on.

He wanted to find a quiet place, alone, to isolate all of this.

I don't know how far I walked, and I saw a crooked and inferior neon sign on the side of the road, with the word "Wingba" written on it, and the side of the word was no longer lit.He walked in along the dark alley that only two people could pass through.

There was a man squatting in the corner, his face could not be seen clearly, only the red light of the cigarette butt flickered, and he asked mechanically, "Do you want an offer?"

The one catty of Erguotou he drank just now had stamina, he burped, and he could smell the strong smell of alcohol.Turning another corner, a thin arm suddenly protruded from the small door next to him and grabbed him.

"Handsome guy, are you bored? Here's something to cheer you up... What kind do you like? Pure schoolgirls, female teachers, hot sisters, you can find everything..."

It was a woman in a sailor suit, short and thin, as if she was only a teenager, with arms like reed sticks.

He froze for a moment before she pulled him into the door.

A fluorescent lamp was shining inside the door, and the lamp was covered with a layer of pink gauze, so the light became an ambiguous and dim pink.The woman's face was gradually revealed under the light, different from her figure and clothes, but that face was old and haggard, and heavy makeup could not conceal the deep tiredness under her eyes.She smiled seductively, "Come on, it's only 200 yuan..."

He pushed the woman out, and the woman fell onto the chair behind her, and she slid out with the chair for more than one meter before stopping.He yelled at her, "Get out!"

The woman is petrified.He slammed the door and rushed into the Internet cafe at the end of the alley.

He will be 20 years old this year, he goes to school in a strange city thousands of kilometers away from home, there is no elder relative around him to take care of him, he has enough cash in his pocket, and he is broken in love.He seems to have a good reason to indulge himself, get himself drunk with Erguotou, yell or cry on the street, smash glass bottles and throw them on the road without cleaning them up, buy a pack of cigarettes and squat on the side of the road to smoke vigorously , or the lady at Ren Zhanjie pulled herself into the room, and found a petite and soft body to roll with, venting his anger and desire for women.

But he couldn't do it.He didn't want to do that either.

He just registered quietly at the counter of the Internet cafe, put on his ID card, and then chose a seat in the farthest corner, put on his earphones and turned on CS.Familiar images, the pleasant clicking sound when changing guns, the vibration of submachine guns firing bullets, and the roar of exploding grenades.The moment the bullet was fired, the opponent fell down dripping with blood, or he was hit by the enemy for five steps.

This world is bloody and violent, with only ear-piercing gunshots, but it is more peaceful than the lively secular world outside.

There is no her here, so it is quiet.

He chose the death match mode, resurrected infinitely, rushed forward bravely and killed the enemy when he saw it.A 30-minute game seemed to be over very quickly, and as a result, he killed 160 enemies, more than ever; he also set a record for being killed, and died 85 times.

160, 85, very familiar numbers.Where have you seen it?
——160 cm, 85 catties.

It was just a short break at the end of one round, and things related to her immediately rushed into his mind, so he quickly set up and confirmed to continue with the next round.

It seems that only the endless slaughter can make oneself temporarily forget.

I don't know how many rounds they played in total, and finally the owner of the Internet cafe came to remind him at dawn: "It's time for the night package, let's pay the bill first."

He didn't leave after paying the money, sitting in front of the computer and thinking about where he was going next.Today is Monday, and the two classes of linear algebra and physics in the morning are both big classes.He didn't want to go to class, and he didn't want to go back to the dormitory.

I don't want to see her, let alone them.

After staying for a while, a tall, thin boy in his 20s walked up to him and sat down, took out a pack of cigarettes, put one in his mouth, and asked him, "Is there a fire?"

He shook his head, "I don't smoke."

The boy borrowed a cigarette from someone else, came back and continued to sit next to him, took two puffs, and took one out of the cigarette case for him, "One?"

He continued shaking his head.

"Oh yes, you don't smoke." The boy put the cigarette back and smoked for a while before asking, "Are you QWE?"

He didn't want to talk much: "well."

"I'm Templar from Team X," the boy said, "I've been watching you for a long time."

Team X is the legendary CS team of T University, which is well-known in the whole school and even in the entire college circle. Templar is the current captain of Team X, so of course he's heard of it.

The name finally lifted his spirits a little.

Templar is also staying overnight at this Internet cafe, and he played several games with him just now.The two sat in the smoky Internet cafe and chatted for a while, chatting about the match just now, chatting about previous games, tactics and techniques.After chatting, we went to the small restaurant next to us for dinner.

Finally Templar asked him: "Team X, are you interested?"

Team X's training base is a house that Templar bought off-campus, and Qu Weien stayed there for three days.On Thursday morning, Lao Bi sent him a text message: "Calculus will be tested in class today, come quickly."

When he rushed over, the first class had already finished, and when he entered the door, he saw Lao Bi sitting in the third row for the first time, beckoning to him, "Come here, there is a seat reserved for you."

There are ten seats in the second and third rows. The girls in the class sit in the front row, and there is an empty seat next to Lao Bi in the back row next to the aisle. In front of the empty seat are... Zhou Yuanhang and An Sidong.

One can imagine who occupied this seat.

He put his backpack on the empty seat and didn't sit down right away.Although it's only been three days, the two are already clearly a couple.Tired of copying notes, she stopped to rub the book callus on her right middle finger, and Zhou Yuanhang pulled her over to rub and blow for her.

Lao Bi was still urging: "Sit down, the seat occupied by Winter Melon is good, isn't it? I stopped someone from trying to grab it just now, and I reserved it for you."

"Forget it," he swung the backpack back on his back, "I will block the students behind me if I sit here. Anyway, I have good eyesight, so I can just sit in the back row, and I don't need to occupy a seat for me in the future."

An Sidong looked back at him when he heard this, his eyes seemed to be surprised that he was still brooding over a little thing that happened a long time ago.He strode up the steps before his eyes met, ran to the middle of the last row and sat down.

I couldn't bear to look at her, afraid that I would make a gaffe.

The auditorium was densely packed with people. She was in the front right of the third row, and he was in the middle of the last row. There were black heads between them, and they were finally invisible.

He became less likely to go back to the dormitory, and Templar's house was big enough to live there when he didn't want to go back.

That day seemed to be the weekend, and the weather was already hot, so he went back to the dormitory to get a change of clothes.Facing the door was Zhou Yuanhang's desk, as soon as he entered, he saw two people sitting side by side at the desk, Zhou Yuanhang put his arms around her shoulders, and the two were watching a movie.

Lao Bi and Xiaopang were not there, they were the only two in the room.The doors and windows of the balcony were closed, and the curtains were drawn. The light in the room was a bit dim, maybe it was for the convenience of watching movies, or it could be... for other reasons.

He stood at the door, feeling that he should never have come back.

An Sidong was sitting on his computer chair, seeing him immediately pushed Zhou Yuanhang's hand away and stood up, "I'm sorry, I borrowed your chair to sit for a while..."

Perhaps because she was ashamed of being bumped into the intimacy between herself and her boyfriend, she blushed slightly, lowered her head and pushed his computer chair back to its original place.

"It's okay. Go ahead, I'll take something and leave."

He opened the closet for a change of laundry.The computer chair was beside him, so he simply sat down and looked for it slowly.There was still residual warmth from her body on the chair, and when it was pressed under her buttocks, it carried some unspeakable meaning.

An Sidong pointed to the other two chairs and asked Zhou Yuanhang, "Which one should I sit on?"

Zhou Yuanhang said: "Their chairs are too dirty, you can sit on my lap."

She immediately blushed and glanced at Qu Weien, "What are you talking about, someone is..."

Zhou Yuanhang smiled and said, "What's wrong with sitting on your lap? Well, you can sit when there is no one else."

He knew he was bored doing it.So what if it hinders their intimacy, they are serious couples, they will be intimate as a matter of course, he can only be a light bulb for a while, can he still be in the way?
But it seems like this... it will make me feel better.

He turned the closet upside down, and took the dirty clothes in the backpack to the water room for washing.When I went out, I deliberately did not close the door, opened the closet door and threw the bag on the table, telling them that I might come back anytime before I left, so don't mess around.

After returning from washing, the door of the dormitory was ajar, and she suddenly heard her lowered voice: "Hey! What are you doing..."

Zhou Yuanhang grinned and said in a slippery tone, "It's nothing."

"Take your hands away, Qu Weien is still here..."

"Then when he's gone, what you promised me last time will be fulfilled."

"What did I promise you?"

"Forgot? It's okay, I'll remind you later..."

The whispers between lovers are sweet and ambiguous, dense and dense, like countless ants biting their hearts, with acidic venom on their teeth, itchy, sour, and painful.Who told you to stay alive and suffer, and suffer on your own.You should have rolled away a long time ago, far away, to a place where you can't see or hear, and naturally it won't hurt.

He took a deep breath and deliberately coughed before pushing the door open.The two of them sat on the edge of the bed instead, Zhou Yuanhang looked relaxed, while An Sidong sat upright and stiff.

He finished drying the clothes as quickly as possible, stuffed a few clean clothes into his backpack, and ran away from the scene.

The bicycle flew across the tree-lined road of the campus, the wind whistled in my ears, but the scene I saw just now flashed in my mind.The two of them sat on the bed together, there were only two people in the room, the curtains were drawn... and there was Zhou Yuanhang's ambiguous voice: Wait for him to leave... I will remind you later...

They are lovers.They didn't know what they were doing when he couldn't hear, where they couldn't see.That soft little body like cotton candy will also be folded and rubbed in other people's arms, blooming to its heart's content.

This thought bit and corroded his heart like a poisonous insect, lingering on it.

He simply moved to Templar's house for a long-term stay, and went back to pack his luggage when Zhou Yuanhang was not in the dormitory.Opening the pillow reveals a picture of four energetic teenagers. The corners are like pillars, trash cans, and red-leafed trees. It's like his secret mind, which only he knows, no one notices, no one cares. .

He stared at the photo for a while, then lifted the mattress and stuffed it back, out of sight.

She is already someone else's girlfriend, what's the use of thinking about it, and she shouldn't think about it anymore.

But after living off-campus for half a month, he couldn't help but sneak back to find the photo and put it under the current pillow.

He is used to reaching under the pillow to find this photo every day before going to bed, hiding under the blanket and looking at it carefully with the light of the alarm clock.The small lamp beads on the alarm clock cannot illuminate the whole picture, and the smiling faces of the teenagers are hidden in the darkness.A tiny ray of light could only see the crimson shadow on the corner, just like the longing in his heart, weak and dim, but never extinguished.

He also often goes for a run in the East Playground, especially in the middle of the night.The playground is empty at midnight, and the little sun street lamp casts an elongated figure on the runway.He maintained a constant speed of 1 minute and 40 seconds per lap, and it seemed that there was always a girl's light footsteps behind him.

In this silent world, there are only the two of them.

After running, he will walk slowly to the dormitory area and then back, and ride back to sleep.He would stand for a long time at the bottom of a certain dormitory and stare up at the fourth balcony from the right on the fifth floor. The rough shell wind chime hung under the eaves, and the jingling and melodious sound came from the night wind, as if A girl's fresh and cheerful dream.

After joining the X team for a month, Qu Weien has been recognized by his teammates and has been promoted from a substitute to a regular player; after playing a few games in the new semester, Templar took the initiative to step down and make him the captain.

Templar claimed to be upgraded to the boss, with the title of chairman and chairman of the general meeting of shareholders, and holds 99% of the shares of Team X.The other 1% is distributed to the other five team members in the form of fixed and non-fixed assets such as mouse, earphones, computer chairs, soap, toothpaste, washing powder, fruit snacks and instant noodles.

"I'm not capable, and I'm more suitable for being a support worker. Let you young people go to the front line and make contributions." This is Templar's catchphrase, and it's so cheap that people want to beat him up.

During the whole semester of his sophomore year, various competitions were intensive, Qu Weien hardly ever went to class, even the exam was only remembered when Lao Bi called to remind him, and rushed over in a hurry.His credit score was 96 in his freshman year and 66 in his sophomore year.

Teammate Maidai Templar: "The future pillar of the country was destroyed by you."

Qu Weien didn't care: "Anyway, I didn't fail the exam."

Templar said: "Long live 90 years, one more point is wasted. It is boring to spend a lifetime with full marks and [-] points. In college, you must experience the feeling of failing a subject, and life is considered complete."

At the end of October, Team X got its first prize money, a college CS league sponsored by a game website, with a championship prize of 10 yuan. For 2000 yuan, you can't even buy a well-configured host, but a group of people were still screaming with excitement, and took the money to go out and have a good time.

Halfway through the drink, the teammate suddenly remembered, "Tomorrow is QWE's birthday, right? Hey, what gift do you want?"

Qu Weien shook his head, thinking that winning the competition is already the best gift.

The six of them drank crookedly, went back to the house and fell asleep when the bed fell down.

Qu Weien woke up suddenly at night, just like the feeling after drinking a catty of Erguotou on Girls' Day, inexplicably sober.He touched the alarm clock next to the pillow and looked at it, it was 12:30.

Today is his birthday, he turned twenty years old.

Several other people in the room were snoring loudly.He lay on the bed with his eyes open, not feeling sleepy, his heart was beating violently, and even his chest could feel the vibration like a drum beating.

Boom boom, boom boom.

Dongdong.

He has never spoken this name that he has said silently in his heart countless times, and that he has called in his unspeakable dreams.Tonight, he suddenly missed her very much.

So he got up, put on his coat, went downstairs, pushed his cart and rode back to school.

Winter came very early this year, and the temperature dropped below zero late at night at the end of October.The northwest wind howled in the sky, and the bare tree branches on the campus tree-lined road were blown up and down like ghosts, and a layer of hoarfrost formed on the dry lawn beside the road.In less than 10 minutes, he stood downstairs with the girl, his whole body was frozen, and the cold wind continued to penetrate into his clothes.

However, my heart is hot, because of the alcohol, because of the joy of winning the championship, because of the excitement of turning 20 years old.

Also because of those two words, Dongdong.

The whole girl's building fell into a deep sleep. Under the eaves of the fourth balcony from the right on the fifth floor, the shell wind chime was blown into a ball by the strong wind. It kept rushing up and hitting the roof, and the jingling sound became messy and broken.

He made it by himself. He closed the door and leaned under the lamp for countless nights, carefully but clumsily stringing up pieces of shells. Every knot contained the passionate and immature wishes of a young man.

When you marry me in the future, I will definitely take you to the beach for your honeymoon, and take you to see the sea.

But suddenly, without warning, the rope hanging from the wind chime on the clothes rack on the roof snapped.The strong wind rolled it out of the balcony, and the six tangled threads even unfurled in the air, and the string of shells was swirled and danced by the airflow.

Then, with a snap, he fell to the hard concrete floor in front of him.

The fifth floor was so high, all the shells were torn apart and shattered into debris all over the place, leaving only empty sticks and knots, unable to carry the vows that had nowhere to rest.

Many years later, when he finally got his wish, he took her hand and walked on the sunny beach caressed by the sea breeze. He carried a small bucket, looked for beautiful, complete and suitable shells from the sand, and put them one by one into the small bucket. .

She said: "It's really naive for such a big person to pick up shells like a child."

Even so, she picked it up more than him.

After returning home, he picked out suitable shells and cleaned them. He asked the owner of the handmade souvenir shop to help him make holes. He also bought wire, wooden sticks and transparent fishing lines from the shop. He borrowed tools such as scissors and pliers, and started at night under the lamp. make.

She leaned over and asked, "What are you doing?"

"You'll know when you're done."

She happily joined in the fun, "Then I'll help too, how can I do it?"

With the experience of last time, he did it very quickly this time.Three wooden sticks are fixed with iron wires to make a hexagonal bracket, and every six shells are strung together in a string, and after the three strings are hung up, it has already taken shape.

"It turned out to be a wind chime." She was helping to string shells, and suddenly thought of something when she saw the semi-finished product, "By the way, I used to have a shell wind chime like this. It was hung on the balcony of the dormitory, very close to my bed. Every day I slept. I could hear voices... Unfortunately, there was a strong wind one night, and it disappeared when I got up in the morning, and I couldn't find it downstairs, I don't know where it went..."

"Really?" He lowered his head and tied the thread, as if he was just asking casually, "Who gave it to you?"

"Don't you know? The first semester of freshman year started, and one night I went to the boys' dormitory. It seemed that I asked the monitor to pick up the textbooks. After I got them, I went to your dormitory, or you gave them to me..."

She stopped suddenly and remained silent for a long time.

He tied another string of shells, picked them up and compared them to see if they were the right length.Turning around, I saw her frowning and looking at herself with teary eyes.

He urged: "Have you finished your string yet? Hurry up."

"That wind chime...you made it?"

He didn't speak, just bowed his head and continued to string shells, measured the length and carefully tied the knots.In each knot there is an oath, condensing the past and the future, endless years.

She suddenly rushed forward and hugged his head, tears bursting into tears, crying like a spoiled child, "Why didn't you say it at that time...why didn't you say it?"

After seven years, she finally understood what he meant.Although it was a bit late, but in the end my wish came true, so it was all worth it.

At that time, I may have felt that every day and every night was as difficult as endless, but I really got through it, and looking back, it was actually nothing.

Suddenly it was the junior year.

One day when he returned to the dormitory after lunch, there were only two people in the room, sitting side by side at the desk facing the door, watching a movie together with their arms around their shoulders. One was Zhou Yuanhang, and the other was——

He froze for a moment.It was a strange beautiful girl.

He went to the water room to wash his face, and Zhou Yuanhang also came to wash the fruit.With water dripping on his face, he looked at Zhou Yuanhang in the mirror who was washing the tomatoes with his head bowed. After looking at it for a long time, he finally asked, "Is that your new girlfriend?"

"Ah."

"Then... what about An Sidong?"

"It's already been divided."

"You dumped her?"

"Boyfriends come and go if they get along, get together and break up, there's nothing to shake off." Zhou Yuanhang finally raised his head and smiled after washing a plate of tomatoes, "Don't look at me like that, I'm with her." Shouldn't you be happy about breaking up?"

He wiped the water off his face, turned around and left.

Later, talking about this matter with Lao Bi and Xiaopang at dinner, he pretended to gossip and asked, "When did they break up? I don't even know."

"We broke up last summer, and we have been together for less than half a year. Of course I don't know if you don't come back." Lao Bi is a conservative and dedicated man, and he doesn't take this kind of short-term and superficial relationship seriously. Girlfriend, the winter melon has also been replaced with a new one, I heard that it is our senior brother, last time I saw them go to self-study together."

They got together in March last year and broke up during the summer vacation. The relationship that made him despair and give up only lasted for more than four months.Before he knew it, she had reverted to being single and in another relationship again.This made him not know whether to be happy or annoyed.

Fatty said: "Your news is outdated, Donggua and senior brother have also been separated, and they changed to another law school last month."

"No, I saw them go to self-study together, just last week."

"It's changed, it's not the same one, but it looks alike and it's easy to confuse it."

Old Bi curled his lips, "Anyway, you don't have to worry about Zhou Zi and Dong Gua. They both change partners like changing clothes. They break up after a few months without a place, and they don't feel sad when they break up. People nowadays are too irresponsible and treat love as a Playing."

Fatty said: "If you don't have a good relationship, it doesn't necessarily mean that you are being irresponsible. The way to get along with a man and a woman is a learned science. It's hard to say! Some people just have bad luck, and their fate has not come."

This is slightly inconsistent with An Sidong in Qu Weien's impression. He doesn't think she is like a girl who caresses and irresponsibly messes with men and women. those words?
Besides, when your sweetheart's lover is not you, it's not a shortcoming for her to be fickle.

Sometimes he would comfort himself like this, maybe it is really like what Xiaopang said, some people just have bad luck and fate.It is too common for campus couples to split up and reunite. Boys and girls aged [-] or [-] are full of enthusiasm and don't know how to get along with the opposite sex at all. The few couples from the first year of college are basically separated now.Maybe God didn't let him chase her in his freshman year because he waited for them to grow up and for a longer-term fate in the future.

The pinnacle of the X team was reaching the quarter-finals of the National League, which was also the last glory before disbanding. An amateur team composed of college students could not go further in the professional arena.

Templar dropped out of school in his sophomore year. He kept it from his family and used various reasons for three years. In the end, his parents became suspicious and found the school while he was on a business trip, only to find out that he had been ordered to drop out of school three years ago.

Father was naturally furious.Just like he doesn't know how to express love and concern, and can only pile up money, his anger is also expressed directly and primitively.He hung up Templar and beat him, cut off his son's source of income, and sold the 200-square-meter house outside the school gate to an intermediary.

The bankruptcy of the shareholders directly led to the disintegration of Team X.

The new owner came to urge them to move out, and the house was torn down. Templar was sitting on the bay window smoking a cigarette, saw Qu Weien passing by with his schoolbag on his back, stopped him and asked, "Do you have any money? Cash."

Qu Weien flipped through his pockets, "I didn't bring a wallet, only sixty or so."

"Lend me some money for dinner, and I only have eight yuan left in my pocket." Templar took a deep breath on his cigarette, threw the cigarette butt on the ground and stomped it out, "The box lunch downstairs has also increased to ten yuan a piece, what is the world?" , let people live."

Qu Weien handed him the money, walked over and sat beside him, "What are you going to do next?"

"What else can I do, the old man won't give me money, and I have nothing to eat, so what can I do to argue with him. I can only listen to him and go back to inherit my father's business." He leaned against the wall of the bay window, "They are also old It's hard to earn any money these days, so I can help a little when I go back."

They have indulged long enough.Some people spend their entire lives in chains, doing things they don't want to do.I am very lucky to be able to chase my dreams freely for a year or two.

Templar also asked him: "What about you? What are you going to do?"

Qu Weien said: "I'm only in my third year, so of course I should go back and study hard."

Templar said: "You should study hard. A gold medal in the Physics Olympiad and a credit score of 96 in the Department of Computer Science are much more promising than playing CS. This year and a half is too late for you."

"I voluntarily." He looked out the window, "This is a dream, not the same."

"Actually, I think you are quite different from us." Templar flicked away the cigarette ash, "Many people in the X team were addicted to games first, their studies were wasted, and they had nowhere to go. But you are not, you never seem to be addicted Pass."

"That's because," he said slowly, "one cannot be addicted to two things at the same time."

Templar's leftover cigarette butts were all over the floor, thrown in a mess. He took out another cigarette and lit it, then handed one to Qu Weien, "Would you like to try it too? When you're upset, smoking this will work."

He took it and put it in his hand to play with it for a while, then clipped it to his ear.

"Give it back to me if you don't smoke, a pack of cigarettes is too expensive, worth a box of lunch." Templar snatched the cigarette back and stuffed it into the cigarette case, "We all smoke, but you don't smoke, and you have been molested several times You don’t take the bait again, you always say you have a bad voice. I think you have a very good voice, and you are full of air when you yell, there is nothing wrong with it.”

It was true that his voice was bad, but it wasn't his.Her family lives in the south, where the climate is humid, and she is not used to it in the north. She suffers from chronic pharyngitis and cannot smell the smell of smoke.He also thought about trying to see if nicotine was really as magical as they said, but every time he got it in his hand, he remembered that she had a bad voice. Put it back.

At that time, he understood that the blurred figure in his heart, the faint light of the alarm clock lamp, the footsteps of Dong Cao at midnight, and the jingle of wind chimes under the balcony eaves were always there and never stopped.

CS' dream is over, another simple little dream that he doesn't want to give up again.

Qu Weien bid farewell to Templar, who had traveled far back to his hometown, and his teammates who went to work in other places to start again. He returned to the dormitory where he had been away for a year.

Lao Bi was so excited that tears welled up in his eyes, "You finally put down the butcher knife and immediately became a Buddha in the boundless sea of ​​suffering!"

"Don't talk like I'm a monk, okay?" He glared at Old Bi, "Who said I put down the butcher knife, turn on the computer, and we'll cut two. If you don't get a headshot, you win."

Old Bi Lede could only smirk.

He will occasionally play CS, and he will also play other games in his spare time. StarCraft, World of Warcraft, DOTA, Need for Speed, he can handle them with ease.As Templar said, he loves to play and is good at playing games, but he is not obsessed.

Because a person cannot indulge in two things at the same time.

Teammates still kept in touch with him after work, and once recommended to him: "Warcraft has released an online game, and it's doing really well. Would you like to play?"

That was his first time playing online games.When creating a character, he immediately fell in love with the female dwarf of the alliance. She was less than half the height of the screen, staring at two big black eyes, twisting her small body, which was ridiculous and cute.

He chose the mage profession, with sharp output and fast leveling, and his teammates were already at full level when they came to him again.

"What, you chose a dwarf? I am a tribe! HSYH is a tribal guild! There are a lot of alumni in the guild, how nice it is for everyone to play together."

He said indifferently: "It's all the same."

The teammate said helplessly: "It's not easy to reach the full level, just play around. There is also a small guild formed by people from our school in the league called FREE. Let me introduce you."

He joined FREE, and there were only a dozen members in the guild.He plays this game tepidly, goes online every night, and obediently attends classes, does homework, and self-study during the day.

He often goes to the library to study by himself, and often meets her.She still maintains the habit of getting up early to occupy a seat, and most of the time there is nothing around her, and her little boyfriend from the law school seldom appears.

Before the final exam, the self-study seats began to get tight, so he sat next to her cheekily, and pushed aside the book she was occupying, "Is there no one here?"

She raised her head from the book, "I reserved it for my boyfriend, he will come over in a while..."

"I'll sit for a while, and let him come. The exam is coming soon, and it's really hard to get a seat." He said, taking out the things in his schoolbag and starting to read and do the questions.

She had no choice but to let him sit.

After reading the book for a while, he saw that she was doing homework. He leaned over and asked, "What are you writing, algorithm homework? Have you finished it?"

"There is one last question left."

"Lend me to copy." Without any explanation, he snatched the homework she had already written.

The handwriting is neat and tidy, small and graceful.The homework paper is pure white, and she puts a piece of notebook paper on the back to write with horizontal lines, so it is very neat.

He quickly finished copying, wrote down the process of solving the last question, and threw her homework back together, "Reciprocity, I will copy the last question for you."

She took it to understand the solution, frowned and said, "Don't you know how to do it? Why do you want to copy mine?"

"You can do it, why not copy it?"

When the results of the final exam were announced, she was furious, "It's obvious that you copied my homework every time, why did you score higher than mine in the end?"

He squinted at her contemptuously, "It's not because you are stupid."

You idiot, you are so stupid, you can't even pick out men, you deserve to be dumped again and again.

Working hard one month before the exam, and with her detailed and neat homework notes as a reference, her grades in the first semester of her junior year were not too bad.In the next semester, he fully recovered, and his grades became 9 again.

The head teacher said with relief: "The young man finally understands, it's not too late."

In the graphics class, he and Lao Bi wrote a big homework together, which was very interesting. After class, he tried to write a 3D engine by himself. After more than half a year of writing, he actually wrote something.

Life is slowly getting on the right track, attending classes, doing homework, doing experiments, writing papers, playing games after class, writing engines, getting water on BBS, playing ball, and running.

Still missing, and waiting.

Waiting for the person who does not belong to her fate to leave, waiting for another opportunity to come back.

It was just an ordinary day in the summer vacation. The weather was hot and the cicadas were noisy.Both Xiaopang and Zhou Yuanhang went home, and only him and Lao Bi were left in the dormitory.There were no activities in the guild, so he climbed onto the BBS to browse casually.

While filling the WOW version, a message suddenly popped up on the screen.

From Wintermelon: Summer vacation is quite boring, recommend a game to play?

He immediately replied asking what genre she likes to play.Her hobbies are very basic. Minesweeper, FreeCell, and Lianliankan are all office aunt games.

"It must be able to attract people to get involved and play for a long time."

His heart moved, and he asked tentatively, "Aren't you going home during the summer vacation?"

"Not going back."

"It's not good to be addicted to games, be careful when your boyfriend gets angry."

"It's okay, we broke up."

He stared at those three words for a long time, still not believing his eyes.Obviously looking forward to it for a long time, wishful thinking that it will definitely happen, but when it really happened, I thought I was dreaming.

Old Bi passed by him with drooping eyelids, "Watching porn or playing H-Game? With a naughty smile on his face." He leaned over to look at his screen.

"Smile at your sister." He pushed Lao Bi away and kicked him, "Go take your bath."

Seeing the BBS interface on his screen, Lao Bi pouted and left.He sat back in front of the computer, looked at the three wonderful words, and couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth again.

After two years and four months, more than 800 days and nights, I finally waited for this day.

He took a deep breath and pressed the reply button.

"Let's play World of Warcraft."

(End of this chapter)