Chapter 4: The Past No. 2 (I)
() On the last weekend of March 2008, Nanjing Knife and Axe Restaurant.
"Hey! Why hasn't it arrived yet? The dishes are almost ready, and when I get to the private room on the 2nd floor, I go directly to the Longting private room, well, okay, okay. Qian Dafu put away his mobile phone, sat on the main seat and looked at the dozens of delicacies on the table, and there was a special pomp and circumstance for waiters to be on call at any time, and the luxurious interior of this top restaurant in Nanjing suddenly felt a sense of accomplishment. I sighed in my heart:
"Since I started playing computer games in 2000, I have gone from a rookie to a professional e-sports player in the past 8 years, from a team member to an e-sports team leader, from disdain for online games to crazy obsession, from spending money to play online games to making money from online games, from helping others make money to opening my own online game studio. Who knows how much I have lost in the past 8 years! The only relative,My son sat on his lap and watched himself play games when he was 8 years old.,At the age of 9, he was already playing alone in front of the computer.,At the age of 10, he can help hang up and mine.,11, 2-year-old is an online game.,13, 4 years old, my son's game IQ seems to exceed my own.,At the age of 15, I was already the president of a medium-sized trade union in "Dark War", and last year 16 my baby son has developed to the high school entrance examination and didn't even go to the test When I questioned him angrily, The answer is justifiable, our union has activities that day! No, I had to send him to a vocational school specializing in computer technology. ”
"Dad!"
When his son came, Qian Dafu put away his thoughts, the wrinkles on his face bloomed like flowers, and he greeted him with a flattering smile.
A 15 or 6-year-old boy stands at the door, with yellow hair, the most popular hip-hop outfit at the moment, but his delicate face has the most popular cool expression (refer to Jay Chou, the language is difficult to describe), and even standing makes people feel lazy as if they can't lift up (popular standing posture).
"Duoduo~ How are you doing? Got by at school, right? Didn't suffer hardship, did you? No one bullied you, right? He picked up his son and kissed him. Turning to the waiter, he beckoned, "Alright, let's eat." ”
"Dinner? No way! The waiter's mind didn't turn around a little, and he thought to himself, "A table like this is usually 7 or 8 guests, and it takes at least 2 or 3 hours to eat, and serving the meal should be the last procedure, do these two fathers and sons take so many dishes to eat?" And an old man in his 30s picked up a half-sized son like a child, this father and son are really weird. But who would have thought that the next development of events would completely deplete the waiter's brain.
"Wait! Dad, you're such a waste! Duoduo stopped the waiter, and the first sentence was criticism.
"I'm not thinking about you, it's all delicious, you can eat whatever you want." Qian Dafu is sincerely happy in his heart, and our family knows how to save a lot. When you pick up the chopsticks, you have to pick up a lot of vegetables.
"Stop! You are not allowed to move! I'll make a call first! The second sentence of Duoduo is a commanding tone. Qian Dafu hurriedly put down his chopsticks and sat motionless, more well-behaved than a Chihuahua.
Duoduo took out the phone and dialed a number: "Hey! Brother Prince, are you free? In the evening I asked the brothers to come to the restaurant with a knife and axe, well, well, call the brothers over, don't! Don't be polite to me, I have always remembered the last time the brothers helped me teach the Xiangzi in the next class, and today I will take it as my thank you brothers, well, well, okay, you will wait for you in 1 hour to the Longting private room on the 2nd floor here. Good, 88"
The waiter moaned quietly, and it was hard to wait.
"What about me?" Qian Dafu also protested quietly.
"Dad, why did you order so many dishes when you said the two of us were eating? We can't finish eating, it's a waste, why don't you give me a favor. "A son who understands the sophistication of human feelings.
"Yes, yes, it's still our son who is smart and will be able to pass rìzi." A dad who knows how to pat on the back.
"In this way, when you are hungry, you can order food and eat first, and I will wait for my friends to come and eat together." The considerate and filial son picked out a plate of fried shredded potatoes and a plate of dried green beans from dozens of dishes. "Dad, you can eat this, this dish is especially for dinner, and the waiter will serve it."
"Okay" The waiter glanced at Qian Dafu sympathetically before going out.
"Okay, okay, these two dishes are my favorite to eat" Dad was moved with tears in his eyes.
"Dad, I don't have any money, give me some money to spend." The son struck while the iron was hot.
"Ahem, ahem!" Choked on the chili peppers in the dried green beans, Qian Dafu began to cough incessantly.
"Eat something, come and eat." The son took the food brought by the waiter and handed it to his father as a letter of concern.
Qian Dafu took the rice bowl and began to pull it into his mouth, his eyes began to stare at the surface of his feet, and he thought in his heart: "The one who should come is still here, and the price must be returned today." ”
"Last month, the living expenses of 5,000 yuan were almost finished in a week, and it was not enough to spend at all, so I ate in the school cafeteria for half a month. How to say 2W is enough this month. "Duoduo's rìzi had a hard time.
"I'm X" The waiter scolded in his heart, and he was a waiter for 1500 a month.
"Son, I'm not rich now, I'm sad, you know it's harder to make money in the game now than before. Can you save some flowers this month? Next month! Next month, I will definitely add you if it is better. "Qian Dafu took the lead in delaying the army.
"I'll talk to you about that work later! Could it be that your ability problem is affecting my quality of life due to the decline in my income? Now the problem is that my minimum quality of life must be 2W for a month to be guaranteed, you earn 100W to give me 2W, earn 5W and give me 2W, this is a matter of principle. "My son is unhappy, righteous and stern, my father can't make money and can't make me suffer.
"Why don't you spend 5,000 yuan? What are you doing in a month to ask for so much money?! "Qian Dafu is gone.
"It doesn't cost money to invite buddies to dinner? Bubble mm doesn't cost money? Tell buddies to teach a lesson, and the boy who is interesting to mm doesn't have to spend money? "My son is not young, and he is starting to think about lifelong events.
"That's pretty much the same as you say." Qian Dafu is also a person who has come over, and at the same time he is satisfied with his son's method of picking up girls.
"That's right, give the money." Qian Duoduo stretched out his hand and stretched out in front of Qian Dafu.
"That's not right! Do you have been fighting for girls all month long! The father came to his senses and warned his son to be single-minded.
"If you want to soak the most beautiful, there are many competitors!" Qian Duoduo also has a strong sense of crisis.
"Well, yes, your mother was also a school girl back then, and I really chased it very hard. This way, I will add 2000 to you every month. Thinking of his deceased wife, Qian Dafu's heart softened.
"How sad it would be if my mother had a spirit in heaven and knew that I was looked down upon at school now because I was poor." Duoduo's eyes are red, and he also has deep feelings for his mother, although his mother went to heaven when he was 3 years old.
"55555, good son, don't say that! Add another 3000. Qian Dafu's tears rolled in his eyes.
"Mom! You can rest assured that you have a spirit in the sky, my father is really good to me, and gives me half a month's living expenses every month. Duoduo was about to cry.
"5555555555, Shuzhen, I promised you to take care of a lot, and I will definitely do it." Qian Dafu was so sad that he was delirious, "1W5 a month." ”
"Mom! Dad was really, really, really nice to me, giving me a week a month to reminisce about the past when he didn't care about me for the sake of the game. In the first few years, the father of a single professional gamer took a 10-year-old child to wander around, and there must be a lot of bitterness.
"Don't! Don't say that to your mother, son! I'm sorry for you! Give as much as you want every month! Qian Dafu sent his son to kneel.
"Money" the son's hand reached out.
"To" my father handed over a wad of RMB.
"Alright, let's move on to the next step." Qian Duoduo puts money in his pocket, and as a host, he must be dedicated.
"Okay, here." Qian Dafu cleaned up his mood and began to fulfill his obligations as a guest.
"I'll see how you play it!" The waiter, as the only spectator, said indignantly.