Chapter 3 My name is Zhao Qishan

My name is Zhao Qishan, 24 years old, graduated from an unknown university, and currently work for a small Internet café, an Internet café administrator who can be replaced at any time. I was born in a small city, and when I was a child, my family was fairly well-off, and I had a good childhood and half a teenager, during which my father worked hard every day, and my mother taught her husband and children, and my life was plain and warm, like a model in a textbook, although they occasionally quarreled. The family is stable, everything looks good, and everything seems to be waiting for something that is about to break out. I was 16 years old that year, just started high school life, my studies were not bad, along with the budding of adolescence, I secretly fell in love with a girl next door in the same unit, and I could say hello to her every morning, and the day would be very pleasant, life was calm, serene, and a little bit of joy, of course, my mother's nagging and my father's ridicule. Until that day fell, I still remember that it was early autumn in September, the weather was clear, the breeze was light, and the ginkgo biloba leaves in the sky were rustling in the wind. On that day, my father was dressed as usual and went out briskly, and that day he was not going to work, he was going for a medical check-up. When I saw him again, his eyes were dull and his expression was blank, and he withered in one day. The mother was holding the medical examination report that said "Cancer, terminal stage." The mother shook and eventually fell to the ground. When the ambulance came, my mother was gone, and her heart was swollen suddenly. My father left half a month later, and before leaving, he always recited his mother's name, and always told her to wait, so that she could take a place below. It was still early autumn and September, the sky was still clear, the breeze was breeze, and the ginkgo biloba leaves were still ringing in the air.

To this day, I still think that they were scared to death, scared to death by themselves. No one in their lives tells them how to deal with emergencies, how to regulate themselves, how to avoid accidents, and there is no profession called a psychiatrist. From that day on, my life changed completely and became fragmented. I had to reforge my mind from the ground up, to make it tough, cold, and strong enough to deal with emergencies and avoid contingencies. I haven't said hello to the girl next door since that day, maybe she's still "Minami Asakura", but I'm not "Uesugi anymore". I cried that day, cried for myself for the last time, that day I found my way of thinking, learned to give up, learned to be rational, learned to avoid contingencies, learned to control the situation, tried not to let it get out of control, learned to control my emotions, on that day.

After my parents left, my life went on, life has always been my own business, and no one can replace me. The good news is here, but the sad one is still the same. Luckily, my parents left me an inheritance, which wasn't too much, but fortunately, I was able to complete my education. I put my money in the bank and withdrew it regularly, and although my life was hard, I was able to continue. But it didn't last long, and by the time I was a sophomore, there was no money in the bank, and I had to start working part-time to finish my studies. Actually, until now, I haven't figured out why my money is gone by the fourth year, and what went wrong with my withdrawal. I've been working in this internet café since my sophomore year, earning my living expenses and tuition. I chose this job because at least I have a lot of time for myself, and I can spend as long as I don't go out of the Internet café. As for the school's sign-in, as long as you can pass the exam and graduate, who cares.

The world in the Internet café is more like a collection of the outside world, a miniature version. The way people go online often reveals another side of their lives that they hide. It's like wearing a heavy mask with absolute defense, and everyone is unharmed, so in many ways you can indulge yourself and do whatever you want. The Internet is just like the name of the system, providing us with a window, so that we can easily enter that fantasy world, you don't have to wait for the boy in the next class to pass by, just click the mouse and you can see him at any time, of course, everyone is more looking at girls. Thanks to this technology, although he left Galileo unemployed. I warn you that even in the Internet, there are some boundaries that cannot be crossed, otherwise the police uncle will come, they will not be like God, they will close your window and take you away from the door.

Internet cafes are always filled with all kinds of voices and all kinds of forms. Fingers flying, serious expressions, from time to time a few exclamations are basically playing online games, they are relatively peaceful people in Internet cafes, basically like to sit in the middle row or people rarely pass by the position, they are better to manage as long as they tell them what can not be done, rarely violated, the program is more like their life guidelines. Those who like to sit in the front row or lean outside are basically playing CS games, and they are in groups of threes and fives, with excited expressions, shouting from time to time, reporting their position, or blaming their teammates for their mistakes. They are the most difficult group of people to manage in the Internet café, the rules are useless to them, and the biggest noise maker, I once thought about giving them a walkie-talkie, on the one hand, it can make them more immersive, on the other hand, it can also reduce their volume appropriately, no one likes someone to shout in their ears, even if it is sent through a machine, but this idea was rejected by the boss, on the grounds that he has over allergies, every time he hears this word, his body will unconsciously pause, I told him that he shouldn't have found a woman who was much younger than him.

Female customers in Internet cafes are relatively better, and they generally prefer to choose a window seat and then set up the camera and headset. Whether they're chatting or gaming, they like to keep tapping on the keyboard, especially hitting spaces or press enters. Most of them will be in the face of spring, and from time to time they will let out a coquettish smile or two, and it is hard to imagine what they are facing. Compared to these people, I prefer those customers who only watch videos, most of them will sit in the corner, silently, even without moving the keyboard, and enjoy the film very quietly, whether it is a grand production or a small investment island film, they are really quiet.

My job is mainly to replace some broken external devices, update the latest patches, and occasionally do the system, but that has to be closed, I have worked in an Internet café for four years, and I have only encountered it twice. When I have a question from a customer, I usually answer by restarting or changing the machine, and the work is basically free. In the same class as me is a girl named Wang Huan, she looks relatively fresh, her hair is tied at the back, and in many people's words, her figure is also quite positive. His biggest hobby is visiting online stores, and every month he always receives all kinds of couriers, furniture, cosmetics, clothing, band-aids, and flashlights in the Internet café. The courier who came to us was very familiar with us, and it is said that the two had been dating for a while, and then I asked her once why she broke up with the courier? She said with a bitter face that whenever she looked at the package, she always had an urge to open it, and he was sending a courier, ** It was too difficult to control. I nodded sympathetically. Wang Huan's job is to collect money, go online, and be very idle. Whenever a customer comes, she usually says with resentment, wait a minute, and after dealing with it, she will complain to me again, damn, the old lady didn't kill it in seconds.

There are no people in the Internet café in the morning, the cleaning aunt is tidying up the miserable environment made by customers, Wang Huan is browsing the online store with two little stars on her throne, don't greet them at this time, this is the time of day when they have the worst temper.

"Are there any charms sold online?" I walked into the bar and asked Wang Huan casually.

She looked up at me suspiciously, "Who do you want to curse?" ”

"It's not cursing anyone, I'm just nothing."

Wang Huan tapped the keyboard a few times, "As long as you can think of it, there are some sold on the Internet, what kind of charm do you want?" Wow! So much. ”

She rushed the screen at me, more than ten long pages, with a wide variety of types, such as town houses, safe food, and blessings. I took a cursory look at it, and then looked up the introduction to the charm.

The so-called "charm" is a combination of a charm and a spell. Generally speaking, "Fu" refers to a kind of dotted and line-combined, characters and pictures drawn with a red pen or ink pen, and a mysterious image dominated by bending strokes, before drawing a talisman, we must first purify our hearts - concentrate, be sincere, clear distracting thoughts, concentrate on thoughts, and purify our bodies, faces, hands, and mouthwashes, and prepare fruits, rice wine, incense and candles and other offerings, as well as pen and ink, cinnabar, yellow paper, etc. For these supplies, the Taoist priest first used a divine spell to make it have the power of the Taoist people claim that it has many functions such as driving away ghosts and gods, curing diseases and disasters; "Mantra" refers to a mantra with a special audio effect, and is widely used to support health, pray for blessings and ward off disasters, or summon ghosts and spirits to achieve the special purpose of the practitioner.

"Mysterious image, special sound wave." I shook my head helplessly, it seemed that next week's outing was pointless.