(Transfer) Network administrators and DNF players (4)

Xiao Ming looked at the screen calmly and took the last sip of soft white sand. He threw the cigarette butt on the ground and stepped on it a few times. Opening the game group, Shuangfeiyan's keyboard started scrolling again, "Xiaoyu, be my wife." The group immediately became commotion, "Are you seeking death? Do you still want the woman of one of the richest people in Jiangsu?" "I thought you were joking, but I didn't expect you to be serious. "Xiao Ming, I know you are rich, but don't make the matter a big deal." Xiao Ming typed "Wait and see" again and then stopped talking. During this period, I As I watched, I felt an unexplainable emotion. After some analysis, Xiao Ming seemed to have a man, and he was a man. Why did he ask Xiao Ming for something?

I looked at Xiao Ming and felt a little dizzy. Ridiculous. It's just a game, why should I take it so seriously? I don't know what's wrong with it, just like I can't see clearly what Xiao Ming is like in real life, but he seems to have a good background in the game and is somewhat famous. Just like me, who earns 800 a month as a network administrator, I become an IT executive at Li Yi Bar. I post posts every day that do not harm others or myself, describing a beautiful life where I have a house, a car worth over 100,000 yuan, and a gentle and virtuous girl waiting for me to get off work every day. I understand Xiao Ming's feeling of being oppressed by reality. Only the Internet can let him vent. He restarted the game. In the sluggish picture quality, the character with big wings and a skull weapon was wandering around the town again. I didn't know what he was wandering about, or whether he was looking for something. This game seemed to be very popular, and the golden server speaker kept refreshing "Xun 7, a sincere private chat from Jiangsu locals" and "Xiao Ming". Women are looking for husbands, 22-line bar interviews, "XX dogecoin↓ kneel down to labor" and other various sentences. I don't understand what kind of game this is, and how boring the players here must be. Are they like Xiao Ming, behind the glamorous game, smoking soft white sand, trembling on the keyboard in this desolate late autumn night. I think people who are truly career-oriented and ambitious should not waste their time in this false world.

I looked at the time and saw that it was already 2 o'clock in the morning, but the lights in this small Internet cafe were still bright. The people playing Xuanwu were still making loud noises, as if they were moaning in comfort in the middle of the night. I feel like vomiting when I see the computer. I think it's an occupational disease. Still not feeling sleepy, the wind outside the door becomes stronger, just like Xiao Ming's cigarette addiction. I fell into a deep sleep with the moans of Shuangfeiyan keyboard. I saw my mother in my dream. She seemed to be older, with more gray hair on her temples. She was less than 50 years old, and the wrinkles had already carved the vicissitudes of time on her face. She was still so kind to her. I asked for help and said, "No matter how busy you are at work, you must eat well. When the weather is cold, remember to put on more clothes." My mother has always been like this. She will not say any great truths or teach me the value of life, but she has a pair of warm hands, no matter when. She will protect me with the simplest words and the most ordinary love. Every mother is like this. She does not expect her children to be very capable, how much money they earn, or how many good things they can buy for her. The only thing they hope for is that their children will be safe and happy. Life. The last time I called her, I told her that I had found a new job as a network administrator in a company. The job was very easy, and I would get a salary increase if I was successful. She was very happy to hear that, and said that when her son grew up and became capable, he would bring a wife back to his mother.I was silent for a long time, not knowing how to answer her. It was already half past five in the morning when I woke up. It was a bit late in the late autumn season, and I could only vaguely see the sycamore trees on the road. And the sound of cleaners sweeping the road, and the rustling of fallen leaves with the broom. The few fallen sycamore leaves on the ground are blooming for the last time this year. It heralded that winter was approaching, so I stood up, stretched, and shivered. Even though we were indoors, the chill of the late autumn morning was still so intrusive. I looked at Xiao Ming. I don't know when he had fallen asleep, and the computer screen had also gone to sleep. He leaned on the old chair, huddled together, and hugged him tightly with his arms. As he fell asleep, his brows were still slightly furrowed. Was he also dreaming, dreaming about everything he hoped for, dreaming about his parents? I walked over and covered him with my smelly military coat, hoping to give him some warmth.

There is still an hour and a half before I get off work. My life is very simple. I work the evening shift from 7pm to 7am and the morning shift from 7am to 7pm. I change my shift once every half month. After the night shift, I go back to sleep until about 3 pm. Then I get up, wash my clothes, pack myself up and go to work. It's like this every day, so monotonous. The house I rent is not far from the Internet cafe. It's a small private house of about 15 square meters. It has no running water, no TV, air conditioner, or any modern thing. There is only a dark yellow tungsten lamp. There was always a musty smell in the room, a smell of death.