The sunset outside the window was a bit harsh, slanting in through the gap between the dusty curtains and the glass, signaling that night was coming.

The old Internet café still smells dark and moldy, far from being eliminated by the slightest sunset; There are all kinds of people sitting in front of the glowing display screens, the case is running loudly, the keyboard is clicking, and from time to time a few cheers or scolding mothers come from somewhere; Many people also began to plan for dinner, ready to treat their five internal organs temple, and a strong instant noodle smell lingered.

Lu Mingfei's eyes were tired, and he shrank alone in the corner and watched his Zerg army have been pushed directly to the enemy base by numbers, and the opponent had no choice but to play "gg", and couldn't help but have a poetic sense of "hidden merit and fame" - but Mr. Li Taibai's poetry should not be used in such a shabby and dilapidated place.

After all, no matter how poor and unambitious others are, they are also a famous poet, poor and poor, chic and heroic, full of unique romantic fantasy and beautiful style - and he Lu Mingfei, with his bird's nest-like messy hair and two dark circles under his eyes, is only worthy of the word "broken", and it is completely out of touch with the coquettish white clothes fluttering and singing and walking.

In the unique sarcastic language of the head teacher's Chinese teacher, if he was asked to learn from Li Bai, he would only see a "frustrated" young man in unclean clothes, with weak steps, and a half-bottle of Erguotou in his hand.

It's a pity that even one such an opportunity for irony was never given by the teacher, which can be called dismal.

Lu Mingfei, who had finally extricated himself from the painful memories, was stunned again to find that he didn't even have even a little bit of victory joy or anything else because of this victory.

If anything, maybe it's just boring, right?

The game or something, at first, it could also be used as a good way for him to pass the time, but unfortunately, now, he feels that he can use his feet to abuse his opponent to the point of crying dad and calling his mother - the confrontational nature of the game is gone, and playing a few games of interstellar every day is just a habit he has developed for a long time.

Oh, and also, playing a dozen teaching games with his classmates or something, as well as nutrition express and free Internet fees, which may be the reason why he is most concerned.

Thinking of these things in his heart, he couldn't help but sigh "Thinking of the world and the world, and crying alone" - but in the end, he just gouged out his ears and quit the game. I didn't forget to satisfy my bad taste, and casually updated a non-mainstream personality signature on the QQ number called "Sunset's Nick" that was used to tease my cousin, and then pushed the keyboard and threw the mouse aside.

Speaking of which, the girl's head in the baseball cap is still gray.

"Boss! Check out and get off the machine. ”

The bearded middle-aged boss was watching the game, but when he heard Lu Mingfei's shout, he suddenly glared angrily, and slammed the tabletop, shaking the noodle soup of the instant noodles on the table, and almost splashed out.

"What a bill, boy! You've been over an hour! If it weren't for the extra time for the sake of you're a regular customer, you'd have waited for the halfway through the game to shut down! Renew now! ”

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The sunset slowly sank, and the angry cry of the Internet café owner did not affect Lu Mingfei's mood, after all, he was just unhappy because he was disturbed watching the football game, and an extra hour of Internet was only a few yuan.

He staggered into the building like a walking corpse, but instead of knocking on the door, he went over it and went straight to the low iron fence that led to the roof, and then leaped over it, and made a few more bends to the humming air conditioner, facing the setting sun. There is a small platform that is not very large, sticking out against the wall of the building, but the location is remote, so there are no uncles and aunts who have no land to use to plant plants or raise chickens and ducks.

This place has been his seat since he discovered it.

Lu Mingfei gently patted away a little dust on the ground, and then sat down simply, his legs dangling on the edge of the platform so unelegantly, and under the platform was the six-story roof to the road.

The remnants of the sunset shone on his face, and a rare sense of relaxation and tranquility rose from his heart, which reminded him of the drowsy warmth of the Chinese teacher's lecture. "Hölderlin said in his poem: 'Man is full of hard work, but he still poetically dwells on this land.'" Heidegger also explained this sentence......

For the first time in this rare private space, Lu Mingfei felt that he could also inhabit poetically, instead of soaking in an Internet café for three days and two days and soaking in front of the screen or sitting on the road and wilting towards the sun. The teacher once said rarely: "Like the classmate who sleeps in the back row, although he doesn't study much, maybe he can become a poet like Haizi in the future." ”

Although he actually didn't know that Haizi finally committed suicide by lying on the rails.

But how?

He is not a man of talent and talent, nor does he have a strong will, let alone a great ideal or goal - maybe let Chen Wenwen be his girlfriend? Well, that shouldn't be his goal alone.

Thinking about it, Lu Mingfei wilted unconsciously, deaf pulling his head, slumping his shoulders, the warm sunset and quiet environment couldn't save him.

As night falls, the road is bustling with traffic, and the nearby CBD district is lit up with bright and eye-catching lights, where a group of elite people are busy with important tasks in high-end offices. The sky-high light is like a barrier, separating the old buildings, moss, and stagnant water on this side of the light from the buildings, mirror walls, sound and light on the other side into two different worlds. The two worlds of ordinary people and elites.

Lu Mingfei looked at the world from afar, and his heart was indescribably confused. He has always admired the white-collar workers in the CBD, because they always look well-dressed, bright-eyed, always hurried but so confident, they have their own goals, not just like someone on his way and just dangling in a daze.

Just like now.

"Ah......h I'll go, what's going on with this temperature......"

A gust of night wind blew, and the cold blew away all his emotion and poetry, and he didn't have time to sit for a while, Lu Mingfei just complained a few words, and at the same time quickly turned back, his face was as constipated and ugly - he forgot the time to eat, and today it is estimated that not only will there be leftovers and cold rice, but also the baptism of his aunt's magic voice.

But what he didn't know was that in the shadows behind him, a shadow-like figure watched him all the time, fiddling with his hood and exhaling only occasionally. At the same time, a small monitor was installed in another inconspicuous place, all the while facing Lu Mingfei who was sitting on the platform, and several people were also at the other end of the monitor, observing and discussing softly.

The gears of fate are about to turn from tonight

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