When school ends in the evening, the smoky Internet café immediately ushers in the peak of fullness, and the seats are filled with high school students in school uniforms, each indulging in their own game world to dominate. Some people cursed, some people held cigarettes, some roared excitedly, and some people were silent.

Eighteen-year-old Luo Qingyang is definitely an outlier in this Internet café, he doesn't play any games or watch movies. He just sat in front of the computer screen in a daze, intently admiring the exquisite advertisements of the latest generation of mobile phones.

Its sleek waist shimmers luxuriously, its ultra-high-definition camera brings every photo to life, and its crystal clear Retina HD screen, which feels as smooth as mercury and feels like a girl's skin, making every inch of it a temptation.

"Yo, Luo Qingyang, have you enjoyed watching advertisements here again?" The bitter ridicule came from Wang Fugui, a classmate behind Luo Qingyang, who was rich and wealthy, and even his name was so show-off.

Luo Qingyang, who was told the central matter, was like a thief who had been caught, and immediately closed the webpage with a flick of the mouse, embarrassed and didn't know what to say.

At the next table sat their classmate Li Haoran, his eyes focused on the tense battle situation on his screen, and his mouth was not idle at all. "What, Luo Qingyang is watching crazy ads again? Eighty percent of them are brain demons, right? If you want to buy it so much, why don't you hurry up and sell your kidney!"

The laughter was everywhere, and Luo Qingyang, who was set off, was even more embarrassed.

"What's the use of just looking at advertisements, do you want to touch it? I have it!" Wang Fugui snapped the latest crazy mobile phone in front of Luo Qingyang, and it was the most scarce color, rose gold that could not be bought without money on the market!

"Yo, you bought it as soon as it went on the market! This mobile phone costs six or seven thousand yuan now, right?" Luo Qingyang lightly picked up Ai Crazy, greedily enjoying the pleasure of holding it in his hand.

"What the hell? Six or seven thousand? You're talking about the regular version, and I'm a two-hundred-fifty-six GB Plath! The market price is eight thousand eight hundred and eighty-eight, and I don't have a dime less. My dad bought one for me and my mom without saying a word!" Wang Fugui looked around with a light expression, and his arrogant tone was deliberately said to the people in the Internet café, for fear that others would not know that he was a rich second generation.

"Your dad is such a good dad. In addition to envy, there was also a hint of helplessness in Luo Qingyang's tone, other people's fathers are either big money or bosses, but why is his father a cleaner.

"If you don't play games, don't occupy a position, hurry up and get off the plane and don't delay me to be the king!" Wang Fugui took back his love and drove Luo Qingyang away, it is not that he has no computer at home, the computer with tens of thousands of yuan in his house is more than one or two times more advanced than the computer in the Internet café, but he just likes to linger in this Internet café, because this is the stage for him to show off his life, who does he show off at home?

Luo Qingyang walked silently on the way home, rubbing his palms as he walked, as if there was still a charming feeling of love madness in his palms. He walked very slowly, slowly, letting the street lamp stretch his figure so long and long, and the psychology of a teenager was being eroded by distorted values, gradually moving towards darkness step by step.

"There is no distinction between high and low, and what working people are the loveliest people! It's all bullshit!" Luo Qingyang vented his dissatisfaction at a drink bottle on the ground. "A person who has no money is not even a fart!"

"Suzu...... Bell...... The mobile phone in his pocket rang ......, and the old Nokia ringtone was like a sharp knife stabbing Luo Qingyang in the heart, and he quickly picked up the phone, so that the embarrassing ringtone would disappear as soon as possible.

"Hey, grandma, what's the matter?"

"Yangyang, why haven't you arrived home yet? Grandma made dumplings with your favorite leeks and eggs, come back quickly, don't play outside." Grandma's kind and kind voice came from the other end of the phone.

Since my father and mother divorced, my grandmother has taken on all the housework in the family, and an old man who is nearly 70 years old has to buy vegetables, cook, laundry and sweep the floor, which is very hard.

"Got it, grandma, I'll be home right away. Luo Qingyang hung up the phone and looked at the Nokia in his hand resentfully.

This is a mobile phone that has been used for nearly ten years, the numbers on the buttons have long been blurred by finger rubbing, and there are more scratches on the screen than the wrinkles on grandma's face, but it just isn't bad, except for the battery life is shorter, there hasn't even been a glitch.

Looking at the Nokia in his hand, Luo Qingyang's eyes lit up and he made up his mind. He walked over to a sewer manhole that he passed every day, the broken manhole cover was in disrepair and had leaked holes the size of eggs.

"I've had enough of you, I don't want to see you again. Luo Qingyang took one last look at the Nokia in his hand as a farewell, he aimed at the largest hole and let it go gently, letting the phone slide freely, as if he had said it, he accurately drilled into the hole and disappeared without a trace.

Luo Qingyang, who had done all this, looked relieved, he had already figured out what he was going to say in his heart. Next, it's up to you to play on the spot.

"Grandma, I'm back!" Pushing open the door, grandma was still busy in the kitchen, the room was full of the smell of leeks and eggs, and my father was sitting alone at the dining table pouring himself a drink, and the wine bottle in front of him was half empty.

"Yo, Yangyang is back, go wash your hands, the dumplings will be fine soon!" Grandma wore an apron around her neck, and the flour stained on her body had not yet had time to be dusted off, but her smile in the face of her grandson was always so warm and kind.

Luo Qingyang put down his schoolbag and washed his hands, helped his grandmother bring the steaming dumplings to the table, and greeted warmly: "Dad, the dumplings are ready." He stole a glance at his father, who seemed to be more than half drunk from his dark and red face.

"Hmm. The father answered lukewarmly, took a dumpling and stuffed it into his mouth, followed by a cup of wine.

Luo Qingyang hurriedly picked up the wine bottle and helped his father fill another glass, and said, "Dad, I have something to tell you." ”

"Little rabbit, as soon as you help me pour wine, I will know that it must be no good! Say, what's the matter?" The father was very familiar with Luo Qingyang's routine, he raised his eyelids and looked at his son, who had grown taller than himself.

"Dad, I am the third in the class and the eleventh in the whole grade in this monthly exam. Luo Qingyang reported the results, and immediately made his father's face bloom.

"Well, the results are okay, next time I try to come back with the first place in the exam, that's called ability, okay, sit down and eat." My father picked up the cup and wanted to drink it all.

"Dad, there's one more thing. ”