He Cheng didn't know when he started, and his head was dizzy when he stayed up late. I remember that when I used to play Legends, I would stay up all night, go to work as usual during the day, occasionally find an opportunity to squint for a while, and then continue to stay all night at night, which can last for a month. Now I feel as uncomfortable as if I am going to die one night, it seems that I am really old, and my body has begun to decline before the age of thirty, He Cheng can't imagine if he can live to the age of sixty if he continues like this.

He Cheng was in a daze on the bus, wanting to sleep but not daring to sleep, but he still sat at the station, and then walked a long distance top-heavy to reach his little snail house.

He Cheng came to an old-fashioned building with only a dozen floors, and the landlord divided the large rooms in the building into many small rooms, which were rented out to these workers.

He Cheng's dwelling is a small single room on the third floor of this building, and the room is separated in the middle, and there is not even a window. Every day, if He Cheng doesn't have an alarm clock and doesn't look at the time, he can't tell the difference between day and night, and if the lights are not turned on, this room will always belong to the state of polar night, and there is no light coming in. Although the air in the room is not well circulated, it is an excellent place for otaku He Cheng to sleep during the day, and he doesn't even need to buy an eye mask, and there is no messy sound, which makes people sleep very steadily.

He Cheng climbed up to the third floor with heavy steps, took out the key, his hand was a little shaky, the key had not been inserted yet, and his body leaning on the door had already entered with the door.

The door opened without a key, did I forget to lock it yesterday? He Cheng was suspicious in his heart, and turned on the light habitually, only to see that this room of less than twenty square meters is really like a dog kennel now, a simple single bed, a chair, it is the kind of plastic chair, but there is a backrest, this is the cheapest and most practical chair He Cheng can find. Pillows, quilts, socks, shorts, clothes, etc., were everywhere on the bed, and a long sheet hung on the floor.

Next to the chair is a table, a simple stand table, on which is placed a bucket of instant noodles, the outer skin is rolled up wantonly, indicating the laziness of the noodle eater. There is also a small bathroom in the house that can only accommodate one person at a time, and He Cheng has lived in such a room for several years.

He Cheng cleaned up almost once a month, and on that day he washed all the clothes that had not been washed, wiped the floor clean, sorted out all the things that should be organized, and then began to wreak havoc on this day. In this way, the time required to tidy up housekeeping is about ten times a year, which is really time-saving and labor-saving. For this purpose, He Cheng prepared ten pairs of underwear and twenty pairs of socks.

He Cheng entered the room in a daze, locked the door, and then took a shower, who knew that after taking a bath, he was refreshed again, and the sleepiness disappeared, and he habitually wanted to turn on the computer, but only now did he find that there was nothing on the table except for the instant noodle box and the ashtray full of cigarette butts, where is my computer?

He Cheng instantly fell asleep, bounced up from his chair, his head was much clearer, and he remembered that the room was very messy now, even more chaotic than usual. The first thought in my mind was that I had been burglarized, and the lock in the room had been changed by myself, and no one else had the key.

Fortunately, He Cheng didn't have too many valuable things in his room, but the most valuable thing was the loss, his computer. The computer is a very high-configuration assembled desktop computer, which cost He Cheng two months' salary to buy back, and now it must have been stolen, He Cheng's heart is dripping blood, and his life is already difficult, and now it is really worse.

He Cheng didn't have time to feel heartache, he stood up and looked at his suitcase again, on top of the suitcase lay his own leather bag, and the place on the top of the leather bag had been cut by something sharp, and a lot of clothes were thrown to the ground in a mess. He Cheng quickly picked up the purse and checked it, and then exhaled a turbid breath, the ID card was still there, the bank card was still there, but the more than 1,000 yuan in cash in the purse was gone.

This is a month's living expenses specially set aside by He Cheng, but fortunately, the bank card is still there, otherwise there will be no food. He Cheng opened the suitcase and prepared to tidy it up, and a wave of anger instantly rushed to his head, you dog-day thief, you will definitely die a bad death. Damn it, I don't have anything to say about the computer stolen, I can't help the money taken away, Nima's last cigarette left on me, and it's pressed under my clothes.

"My a**, you will be punished!" He Cheng stared at the ceiling trombone. He Cheng thought about calling the police, but after thinking about it, he didn't sleep all night, and when the police came, he couldn't find anything, and he had to ask this and that, this was to make trouble for himself, so he didn't do such a stupid thing. He did it once before, when he spent a lot of money to buy a new Nokia, it was stolen in an Internet café, and after calling the police, the thief was not found, but the police regarded themselves as suspects and asked for a long time.

Things have been lost and cannot be recovered, He Cheng is not the kind of person who loves to be entangled, as long as the ID card is there, the bank card is there, and he can still live. But from today onwards, the quality of life will drop sharply, and I need to buy a new computer, even if I buy a second-hand one, it will cost one or two thousand to be able to play games.

"Ah, no, no, no!" He Cheng thought of a very important thing, and suddenly screamed non-stop. The computer was stolen, and the novel he had been writing was gone, and this novel carried too much of his hard work, and now he wrote nearly a million words, just about to publish it on the Internet, and now with the computer all lost.

He Cheng usually likes to read novels, and he likes to read any urban, fantasy, fairytale, and historical online novels. Later, when he saw that many people were writing some novels by themselves in addition to reading books, he also became interested.

At the beginning, I was quite inspired, but with the increase in the number of words, He Cheng found that writing a novel, which is the so-called code word, is actually a very tiring job, and writing a complete novel, even if the quality is poor, He Cheng feels that it will shorten the life span of two years.

He Cheng thought about giving up several times, but he couldn't, he kept forcing himself to write down, sometimes when he was in Kawen, He Cheng stayed in front of the computer for twelve hours a day and held back a thousand words, but He Cheng still persevered, and insisted until one million words, ready to be serialized on the Internet.

This is He Cheng's only way out, and it is also his favorite job, He Cheng does not reject code words at all, although he sometimes feels disgusting when he looks at the blank page of the computer, but he knows that he must persevere, and he will have the hope of success if he persists. It's better to spend your boring time writing than playing games, reading e-books, or watching movies.

I haven't done anything decent in my life, but at least I have to do things from the beginning to the end. In this way, He Cheng has persevered because he likes to write. Writing allows him to forget about sadness, forget unpleasantness, and indulge in it.

He Cheng felt that if he couldn't win the five million lottery, or if he couldn't become famous for his writing, then he would be like this bear in this life, and he might have to rely on subsistence allowance to live when he was old. So for him, writing gives him a kind of hope.

"This thief who kills every day steals my computer and curses your whole family to die!" He Cheng now even has the heart to die, and the words he wrote day and night are all gone, everything is gone. Although those words may not be recognized, they are all things that carry He Cheng's countless efforts and expectations, and now they are lost, which makes He Cheng feel what it means to be loveless.

He Cheng sat on the bed in despair, is this fate? The fortune teller said that my life is like this, there is no big development, it is good to grow old peacefully, is the fortune teller so accurate, is my life destined to be so mediocre life? I'm not reconciled

He Cheng sat on the edge of the bed for a long time, he didn't feel sleepy, it didn't matter if he lost anything, because he was just a barefoot young man, he had nothing anyway, and he didn't care if he lost anything, but if the article was lost, his hope was gone

He Cheng picked up the clothes on the ground at random and put them on, put them on randomly, sat down on the bed, skillfully took out a pack of cigarettes from the pocket of his trousers that he had just changed, and lit it habitually, and suddenly the small room was surrounded by clouds.

I don't know why, maybe it's because I didn't sleep well, He Cheng felt that today's light was particularly dazzling, he stood up and turned it off, and then there was no light in the dark room, only the cigarette butt in his hand was flickering and extinguishing, like a firefly.

He Cheng took a few puffs of his cigarette, the suddenly bright cigarette butt shining on his slightly emaciated face, the scene was like a tortured criminal in a dark prison smoking in pain to forget his troubles.

After a long time, there were a few cigarette butts scattered on the ground, these cigarette butts had not all been extinguished, all of them had been smoked by He Cheng in one go. The sudden blow made He Cheng sleepless, and he stood up, rubbed his face vigorously with both hands, and rubbed his swollen and sore eyes. Then he put on his vest, took his ID and bank card and went out, still wearing his flip-flops.

Every time He Cheng is depressed, he won't find anyone to talk to, let alone go crazy, for him who is an otaku, the only spiritual sustenance is the virtual network. The Internet is like another world of flowers, and he lives quite chic and happy in that world. This world can allow him to forget his troubles for a while and devote himself to killing. He has a lot of friends in this world, friends who have nothing to say about life and death, but in the real world, he lives very tired and lonely.

Some people will go to the supermarket to buy what they like when they are in a bad mood, some will go to chat with friends, go out to travel and relax, and some will tell their families, and get the comfort of their families but He Cheng is completely out of the list, he has a strong self-esteem, he likes to stuff everything in his heart, usually no matter how unhappy he is, he still smiles, and he hides things deep in his heart, maybe only in this way does he feel that he is a normal person.