Although Ouyang, who has become alone again, is a little lonely, he finally doesn't need to worry about what will happen after the lie is exposed. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

But now is not the time to think about this, as the place where the fluctuations are generated gets closer and closer, the throbbing from the soul level becomes more and more intense, Ouyang seems to be able to touch the flawless silver-white long hair as long as he stretches out his hand, but the next moment the two of them will be close to the end of the world.

At first he thought it was a cry for help from Qingshuang, then he thought it was her desperate struggle, but now, he finally understood that it was just her feeble whisper. Ouyang always thought that the carefree girl would never have such negative emotions, and compared to anger or hatred, the fatigue of the world was the most likely demon to fall into the abyss and not be able to extricate himself.

Ouyang once learned about depression, the so-called depression is not to think too much and can't think about it, but just don't want to think about anything, don't want to do anything, just like a monk who can break through the red dust, he knows that what he does has no meaning for himself, whether it is for himself or for the world, it is just a piece of loess after a hundred years.

So Ouyang chose to go to a strange place to meet a completely different world, so as to more or less touch his already confused heart. If a person has lived in the same place for too long, the great network of environmental and social relationships will entangle him more and more tightly until he is suffocated, and the word freedom is not a light in the dark, but more like a glass of wine handed to a traveler in the desert.

Ouyang didn't want to make any comments on his life in the first 20 years, but he lived in this quiet mountain forest for just over a week, which was undoubtedly quiet and comfortable. Even if he was instructed by Qingshuang to do the chores, he felt happy from the bottom of his heart, the director of the squatting at home and the zero-hour worker who ran errands, he was used to such a combination, and he didn't want it to be destroyed by anyone.

Even if the god was in front of Ouyang, he would, then he should pray for himself and Qingshuang as soon as possible.

After receiving the education of the cold moon in the morning, Ouyang had a preliminary understanding of the combat effectiveness of the inhabitants of this "world", very strong, he is definitely not an opponent, but it is not absolutely impossible to defeat, even the gods will have a day when they fall from the divine seat to usher in the twilight, there must be some fatal weakness, otherwise they do not need to live in a corner and be isolated from the world.

Intelligence is combat effectiveness, information is a weapon that crushes everything, and the combat method of stupidly forming a charge and hand-to-hand combat has been eliminated for hundreds of years, but when he thought of the more ancient and outdated iron-striking skills handed down by his family, Ouyang couldn't help but sigh, and said that he wanted to keep up with the development of the times, and now who still plays the set of inheriting the father's business from generation to generation.

I have the impression that my father is a typical model of unenterprising who is drunk today, but in terms of Ouyang's inheritance of the family business, he is too strict to the point of being strict, if there is any Western child protection association, maybe Ouyang will be considered to have suffered domestic abuse and be taken away to receive relief from the social welfare institution. However, he was born in a dilapidated countryside where his ideology stayed in the last century, and Ouyang's father Ou Senwai's education method was not harshly criticized by the neighbors, but regarded him as a good example of a good father with responsibilities.

Of course, after Ouyang was able to take charge of himself, Ou Senwai picked up his bad habits again, and more than that, the small back door has been disliked by him, in order to reward himself for cultivating a good son praised by everyone, he replaced it with a pack of five or three cards, and handed one up and bragged a few words when he met someone.

Little Ouyang also secretly withheld a few cents as private money at that time, and when he had saved enough money, he took a small van to the town at four or five o'clock in the morning to do business, and found a dilapidated Internet café hidden in a winding alley, in a small closed room full of people of less than 20 square meters, he could reach anywhere in the world. Of course, at that time, the Internet was not as convenient and fast as it is now, and a famous search website had not yet entered people's sight.

Most of the people sitting next to him were playing a real-time strategy game called "Empire", where you could choose your own ethnic country, and it was arguably the coolest achievement of its time to conquer every inch of a modest map from three helpless peasants to an empire with hundreds of troops. Even those dog-headed military advisors who can only stand behind the manipulator and talk after spending the money are honored, whether others admit it or not, in his heart, this part of the country also has its own credit.

Ouyang's seat is the most unpopular in the Internet café full of spectators, who told him that he doesn't play fashionable games, occasionally one or two people stopped, scanned the boring web page that Ouyang browsed, and then went to find the next target, which is probably the prototype of the live broadcast industry that is now in full swing.

Ouyang had also tried the "empire", but his great cause of unification came to an end amid the wails of three peasants who died tragically in the mouth of the leopard and the ridicule of those around him.

But as a blessing in disguise, he discovered a larger world, unattainable by the pixels that the cavalry could penetrate in tens of seconds, where people with different personalities gathered from all over the world.

The abbreviation of the letter BBS has always bothered him, and it will not always mean hydration, but in any case, although this has become an unsolved mystery in the heart of young Ouyang, it can't stop him from communicating with outsiders on BBS and making his first friend.

A friend named Zhenqin lives in the bustling Jianghai City, and when he grows up, he goes out of business because of the weakness of BBS, and the contact between the two comes to an end, even so, Ouyang still decides to go to Jianghai City. Of course, they didn't have a miraculous encounter, similar to the bloody plot of recognizing their old friends under the cherry blossom trees.

"Did you know that cherry blossoms fall at a rate of five centimeters per second?"

The other party was hanging a portrait of a cat with a pattern drawn by a signature pen, and he was selling useless knowledge that he didn't know where he had learned, and Ouyang didn't take it to heart at the time. A year after coming to Jianghai, when I happened to see the original work of the source of this sentence, I recalled all kinds of dullness I had back then.

Jianghai City is more advanced and developed than the other party described, and it is even more difficult for him to find an existence in the vast sea of people who only knows the nickname of the Internet. Miracles exist only in the jokes of poets and novelists.

Ouyang didn't realize that he had fallen into a deep memory.

"Ouyang, have you written the homework of the big thing, you will have to hand it in tomorrow."

The familiar voice of his college roommate woke him up from his trance.

"Hey, I shouldn't be here, I should be in ......" Ouyang shook his head a few times, and didn't get any useful information from the chaotic neurons.

"Sleep confused, you're already four o'clock in the afternoon," the roommate looked at him helplessly, "I told you not to stay up late, this time if you don't hang up again, the gods won't be able to save you." ”

"Old Wu......?" Ouyang tried to call out the name of the person in front of him.

"What's wrong?" Lao Wu's tone was worried, "Don't be really sick, do you want to accompany you to the school hospital to have a look?" You will inevitably be depressed when something like this happens, but you still have to take care of your body. ”

What happened?

Ouyang was confused, I'm afraid it's not a good thing to boast about, he wanted to ask Lao Wu, but the other party was obviously secretive about it and stopped talking.

"It's okay, I'll wash my face first." Ouyang decided to clear his mind with cold water before digging into his alcohol-soaked memories, and he was already aware of the empty beer cans piled up on the table and the fried potato chips that had been softened by the damp before finishing his meal.

"It's good to call us next time you drink," Lao Wu saw that he was gradually recovering his spirits, so he pressed his heart and continued the work at hand, "How boring it is to drink alone, and don't forget your homework." ”

Ouyang responded for a lifetime, dragging his heavy body and swaying to the public bathroom that exuded a peculiar smell. The eyes of the man in the mirror on the wall were sunken, his hair was greasy and sticky as if it hadn't been washed in a week, and his bearded face was still stained with the residue of something I don't know what day it was. This bleak and overly miserable scene almost made him mistakenly think that he had crossed over.

He cleaned it hastily, and finally changed himself from an extremely decadent college student to a slightly sloppy college student, and at the same time became more curious about what happened to him, it was not that he was drugged by five or six black uncles and brought back to the smelly rental house and then the brain was naturally protected and fragmented.

It's not bad that you can go straight to the research institute this way, he thought to himself.

In the end, Ouyang found the answer in his mobile phone address book, and when he saw the name "Qingshuang", he told what he had encountered in the past few days from the helplessness and sadness that came from his heart instead of his head.

Qingshuang is the elegant woman he met in his new college life, from strangers to acquaintances to friends to close friends and finally confessing their love for each other, everything came naturally like a dream, and Ouyang even put it down to fate.

And fate always likes to joke.

It's always me, and the people around me who have never quarreled envied and hated the model couple who broke up five days ago.

This sudden and unforeseen farewell made Ouyang at a loss, obviously the night before he had always said good night to each other in the voice of his mobile phone, but the next day Qingshuang threw him a bunch of long and incomprehensible words.

The rain is very embarrassing, and the raindrops are so small that it is hard to even detect them falling on your body, but they unconsciously soak the clothes of pedestrians. The students on the road gathered in a pile in twos and threes, huddled under the same umbrella and laughed, and the one with the umbrella inevitably boasted of his wisdom and held up the rare and accurate weather forecast by the way.

Even such a drizzle is full of rhythm, Ouyang found.

Ouyang never paid attention to these little things, but that day he made a lot of effort to observe the students he didn't know, from their taste in clothing, their habitual movements in gestures, and even the tufts between their eyebrows and eyes. Only in this way, let the redundant and complicated information occupy his brain, Ouyang can ensure that he will not go crazy.

He propped up the cheap red and black checkered umbrella of the supermarket, trying to find a quiet place to relax.

The university campus is a magical place, with a few buildings packed with people, and areas outside of that are often inaccessible.

He happened to meet Qingshuang.

"What a coincidence." Qingshuang, who was wearing a white long-sleeved shirt and a red checked dress that had just touched her knees, waved her hand to greet Ouyang as if nothing had happened, she was wearing a loose side ponytail, hanging from her fair neck to her chest, and the tips of her slightly curly hair were wet with water droplets that broke through the force field of the umbrella, penetrating some of the fibers of the shirt.

Ouyang was silent.

"Hello, I'm Xiao Lian," the boy in the motorcycle jacket with a delicate face spoke up beside Qingshuang, "It's Qingshuang's boyfriend." ”

His eyes were clear and transparent, and Ouyang believed that he was indeed unaware.

"Hello, excuse me."

Ouyang smiled wistfully and walked around them back to the bedroom.

Then there was drunkenness, dreams, and death until today.

He smiled heartily at the emaciated face in the mirror.