(Reprinted from d8, the author drifts in the wind 117) The pungent and inferior cigarettes immediately filled this small space. I frowned and looked at this boy with disgust. As a child, I feel a little sad that he is like an old smoker. It's as if I saw myself smoking out of curiosity and then unable to quit. What kind of thing is a cigarette? When I am happy, I want to smoke it. When I am sad, I even like to light a cigarette and sit silently, just like the literary young man in the novel about the four girls, pretending to be so melancholy and deep. In fact, every time I smoke, I want to quit smoking. Not only does it hurt my body, but it also hurts my money. It might as well save some money to buy some food for my mother. However, when I get addicted to smoking, I can't control my mouth. . . This keeps happening over and over again, and there is no hope of quitting smoking. It's like masturbating. Every time I masturbate, I hate it so much that I wish I could swear to God never to masturbate again. However, when the sperm came to his head, all regrets and determination disappeared along with the twitching right hand. A trace of pleasure passed, and endless regret began again. Day after day, year after year, this is a cycle
a little smelly military coat, lying on the table to prepare for a while. The Internet cafe is still so lively, and the voices of people playing CF keep coming one after another, "A gate, A gate, I am cnmd silly money, I am going to gate A with you." Such voices are heard every day, as if they are integrated with the Internet cafe. I have long been used to this. Looking at the children who are scolding each other for the game, I sometimes wonder what they are thinking, his Where is the future, can it really be as powerful as in the game? I don't know where the keyboard is being smashed. You don't have to look, it must be the girls who are doing the show off in the game, and they are making the studs in the game uneasy. The reality is this, and the same is true in the game, there will be no girls anywhere. Not feeling sleepy yet, I sat up from the chair and continued to look at this young man with long hair. I saw him on QQ, and his name was in red. In the dark night of late autumn, the red color was so dazzling, as if he was a different person. The young man lightly clicked on his profile picture and said, "Finally vip6". I was attracted by his words and came closer. Check it out. qq member vip6, all kinds of drills are open. The moment I opened qq, I felt that this ordinary boy was a little different. His expression was so confident, his temperament was so noble, and his whole body revealed an indescribable arrogance. I paid special attention to his online name "Master, get drunk alone"
I felt very mixed and shocked at the time. What a magical network, what a wonderful fairy tale world. Just looking at this young man's QQ panel, you couldn't imagine that the owner of QQ was a young man wearing soft white sand and Adidos four-stripe sneakers. I was a little confused, and I couldn't tell the difference between the real and fake ones. He started tapping on the plate skillfully, but what never changed was the contemptuous smile on his lips. I don't know how he paid for membership and various diamonds when he only smoked soft white sand. I only know that at this moment, he is no longer an ordinary person, he is a prince in the online world. I watched him typing on the keyboard in the group without listening, and from time to time he said "I'm a poor guy"
I got a little curious and leaned forward to see what this boy was writing. It was a game group called "Jiangsu Dark War Alliance". The boy's group name was "Dark War Xiaoming". As soon as I came over, I saw him writing "Fuck it's so cold and the air conditioner at home is broken." "I'll let dad install a new one tomorrow. I'll play with the laptop on the bed to keep it warm." I looked around in surprise. There was no bed and no laptop here. There were just all kinds of stinky smells, the smell of inferior perfume, and the floor covered with cigarette butts and instant noodle seasoning packets.
Seeing this, I suddenly felt a little sympathy, even pity, for this young man. On such a cold night, everyone wants to have a warm home, loving parents who care about you, and a warm bed.I think this is the ideal life for this boy, right? Not like now, wearing thin clothes and typing on a dirty keyboard while shaking. He continued to write, "Xiaoyu is here or not, brother will take you to upgrade. I bought you the 13 little bell you asked me for that day, and I will wait for you at line 22, okay?" Then some people in the group posted "I'm angry at the local tycoon", "There is no humanity in people of the opposite sex", "Brother Xiaoming, I want a little bell too, okay?" At that time, I didn't know what kind of game he was playing. I just thought that this guy named Xiao Ming seemed to be cheating in the group. The boy ignored those people and closed the group chat window. The corners of his mouth were raised slightly, and he smiled silently, hiding his merit and fame. I gradually became interested. Since I couldn't sleep anyway, I just wanted to see what kind of role this boy played in this TV series called Internet. Then he opened a game called Dungeon, lit another piece of soft white sand, and held the cigarette between his slender fingers, as if he had entered his all-powerful world. The game was opened, and the game screen looked like a cartoon. Having played some games, I didn't like the game with such crappy graphics. It looked quite childish. At this time I also lit a cigarette, Yunyan for ten yuan. I have always thought that this cigarette is good. Well, this is to comfort myself. With my income, smoking a cigarette worth ten yuan is enough luxury. A pack of cigarettes is basically a day's expense for my parents. But I can't quit.
