The front and back doors of the Internet café were open, and the slightest breeze blew into the hall, blowing the blurred heads of the gatekeepers a lot more clearly.

Eighty percent of the people play a shooter called "The Last Man", and the rules are simple, with a hundred players coming to an isolated island with a variety of guns, ammo, and health kits. Over time, the biochemical gas will slowly shrink into the island, and people who will not have time to flee to safety in the future will be poisoned. The safe zone will get smaller and smaller, and the player will only survive to the end in constant killing.

Thirty years after "League of Warcraft" took the world by storm, young people have grown tired of the game, and "The Last Man" has quickly become the new darling among young people.

There was a loud "bang" in the headphones, and the character controlled by the gateway fell down in response, turning into a square box, and the picture also turned gray-white. The gateway retreated, came to the game interface, and opened another game.

A teenage student sitting to his right looked at him with disdain, his face full of disdain. Guan Ke turned his head, met his eyes, and asked, "What's wrong? I have flowers on my face? Or am I too handsome, and you have a crush on me?" ”

The student glanced up and down a few times, and pouted at him, meaning that he dared to call himself handsome without looking at what you were wearing.

The clothes on Guan Ke's body have not been washed for almost half a year, and there are many dark spots on them, which are still secondary, and the smell of sour sweat emitted is even more respectful.

However, the customs guest did not feel that he was annoying at all, and continued to educate: "Young man, adults talk to you, and you have to answer, it is very rude to say nothing. ”

The student glared at him, covered his nose and walked away, switching to another computer, away from him. As soon as the student sat down, he glared back at him.

Guan Ke was helpless, touched his nose like Chu Liuxiang, and threw himself into the game again.

The progress bar is pulled to the bottom, and a hundred players appear on the island. In the center of the screen is a countdown to the start of the game. Sixty seconds later, the players were all on the plane. Guan Ke didn't open the voice, because the brothers of * will inevitably be a little weird, calling brothers and brothers, selling plug-ins is just a trivial matter, and there are little brothers or sisters who have to accompany you to play games.

Guan Ke randomly chose an area with a room and jumped off the plane. The scenery on the ground gradually revealed, and the customs guest saw the location of the three rows of buildings, and flew towards the middle. He had just landed on the ground, only to hear a loud bang, and the player he was controlling had turned into a box, and the picture had turned gray-white. The gateway glanced around, only to see a dark shadow swaying on the second floor of a building in the distance.

Touching the greasy keyboard soaked in his own sweat, Guan Ke did not have a trace of regret in his heart. After returning to the lobby, a new game begins.

It was his fifth night at the Internet café.

Five days ago, my father called and said that he was going to sell the factory and buy a storefront on the south side of Workers' Street to start a small business, and the customer readily agreed. His girlfriend Zhang Runke quietly accompanied him, and inadvertently frowned when she heard this.

Since the beginning of the twentieth century, with the rapid development of science and technology, cars flying in the sky, airplanes running underwater, and robots have begun to be popularized in a large area, especially the robots manufactured by the company are the most famous.

Rising labor costs have led many companies to choose to use robots for work, and many manufacturing workshops often do not see a single figure, only the black and white of metal is everywhere.

When more and more companies choose robots in order to save costs, the father of Guan Ke stubbornly does not use them, or hires employees, for this reason, my mother often says that my father is an old-fashioned person, unable to keep up with the pace of the times, and will be eliminated one day sooner or later.

My mother's words came true, the minimum wage of the workers was constantly rising, but the profits from the goods that left the factory were getting less and less, and soon turned from profit to loss, and within a few years it could not hold on, so I had to sell the factory.

Guan Ke didn't care, and still wanted to invite his girlfriend's hand to drink milk tea, watch movies, and eat, drink and have fun with a group of rich and noble children. But the moment he touched his girlfriend's hand, a blank picture appeared in his mind, the sky was white, retreating frantically backwards, and he himself seemed to be sitting on a time machine, speeding forward.

The white faded, it was a dark night like light ink, the sky was raining lightly, and the fresh air was sucked into the lungs, cleansing people's hearts and minds. On the street corner, there is a café frequented by Guan Ke and his girlfriend. The kwan doesn't like coffee because it's bitter. He doesn't like bitter things and prefers to drink plain water if he has a choice between a cup of plain water and a cup of coffee.

Zhang Runke likes to drink coffee very much, she said that the fragrance bred in the bitterness is long-lasting, long, and evocative, and she silently added in her heart, and that is the life of a superior person.

Thinking that she really likes to drink coffee, Guan Ke often goes with her to this café on the corner, talking about how bad the movie she just watched is, and watching his girlfriend sip tea slowly. I've been with her for a long time, and sometimes I think it's sweet when I drink coffee. Looking at her soft face, he only felt that his heart was about to fly.

At this moment, in the café on the corner of the street, Zhang Runke looked at the rain outside the window with a confused look, and he hadn't taken a sip of tea for a long time. Guan Ke often told his fox friends that his girlfriend was the gentlest person in the world, and the most beautiful person in the world, and his friends scoffed at him, thinking that they were jealous of him.

The "Guan Ke" sitting in the café has been holding Zhang Runke's little hand, and he looks at her soft hair, small nose, and warm lips, and his heart is filled with infinite joy. I had a ring in my arms, which I had just bought yesterday. The ring is not expensive or cheap, neither big nor small, the edge of the bright light is engraved with a few English letters, although the English of "Guanke" has not passed the fourth level, but still recognizes that it is the meaning of eternity, so he cherished it and bought it, carefully put it in his arms.

Romantic Valentine's Day, lyrical café music, poetic night rain, all urge him to complete the task of the trip: to propose to her, to take her down, and from then on the two live a sweet life.

When Guan Ke mustered up the courage to finally speak, Zhang Runke's eyes turned back from the continuous rain and mist, and said lightly: "Let's break up." ”

Guan Ke felt her right hand stiffen, which was still holding hers.

Zhang Runke slowly withdrew his hand, took a sip of coffee slowly, and didn't look at him again from beginning to end.

Guan Ke felt that his left hand was also starting to stiffen and stiffen. The coldness entered along the fingertips, down the arm and deep into the heart, eating away at the whole body little by little.

"I still have something to do, so I'll go first. She took one last sip of her coffee and got up and walked out into the rainy night.

It's no longer a romantic, poetic rainy night, it's become a nightmare for the gatekeepers.

That's his future, it's not tomorrow, it's tomorrow's tomorrow, and she's going to break up with him.

The Internet café was cold, many people were asleep in their chairs, only the student next to him just now was still typing frantically on the keyboard, and the middle and far of the screen were constantly bubbling with fire, it was a scene of fierce fighting. The student turned on the mirror and looked at the distant mountain, as if a black dot appeared out, the student pressed the left button without hesitation, and the kill immediately jumped on the screen.

Guan Ke shook his head helplessly, he played the game for five days and five nights, killing less than five players, but a student was more than ten kills per game, it is really more popular than people, the back waves of the Yangtze River push the front waves, and the front waves die on the beach, this sentence is not deceitful.

Tomorrow, no, today is Valentine's Day, and the light rain is coming. The soft wind carried the raindrops in his face, and Guan Ke's drowsy mind cleared up a little.

"Hug it, hug it, hug the moon and smile and bend over; hug it, hug it, hug my sister and get on the sedan chair ......" The mobile phone rang, everyone looked sideways, even the students turned their heads and said the first sentence, not the first sentence to be precise, but the first word: "soil." ”

"Hey," the passenger got off the plane, ignored the students, answered the phone, and slowly walked into the rain.

"Closer, let's have a cup of coffee together, at the store we frequent. "Her voice is always so soft, her voice is always as gentle as water.

The rain was dripping on his body, and soon his hair was wet, and he heard himself reply in a slightly hoarse voice, "Okay." ”

Sitting in a corner of the café, Guan Ke stared into Zhang Runke's eyes. Her eyes are still so bright and moving. She wore a white dress today, and her silky hair lay in front of her.

After the two men sat down, neither of them spoke. Zhang Runke, as he had foreseen in his mind a few days ago, tilted his head and looked at the rain outside in a daze. Guan Ke stared at her stupidly, without blinking.

Because today is a special day, even in the early hours of the morning, nearly half of the customers are seated in the café. All the guests who come can see the figures of the two. From time to time, they looked at the couple, who were about to break up, both curious and pitiful, because everyone could sense that she was going to be far away from him.

Zhang Runke pulled back his gaze in the rain and was about to speak, but unexpectedly, Guan Ke had already said lightly: "Let's break up." ”

Zhang Runke was stunned, she didn't believe her ears: "What did you say?"

Guan Ke repeated lightly: "Let's break up." ”

"Why?" she asked, surprised.

"I'm not interested in you anymore. Guan Ke got up and said, "Help me pay the bill when I leave, thank you." ”

Zhang Runke's eyes widened in surprise, but deep down he was relieved, "Okay." ”

The customs guest quickly disappeared into the rainy night.

Zhang Runke took a sip of tea and stared at the table for a while.

She didn't notice that Guan Ke's face was tired, that his clothes were stinking and sour, and that his eyes were moist.