After climbing the mountain with my classmates, the day of the Chinese New Year is getting closer and closer, and the elders are getting busier and busier, but I seem to be a little idle. In the same state as me, there are also my high school boys. Old dog, big head, and Vic live in the countryside, and in addition to playing games and surfing the Internet all day long, they walk the dog and tease the duck, and they are more boring than me. At least I still need to worry about the make-up exam, like the old dog, the holidays are for fun.

On this day, the old dog couldn't bear the restlessness, so he pulled the big head and stopped a "beckoning car" on the side of the road to come to the county seat. When I heard the news, I hurriedly went to find Brother Xiang, Polo, and Macho Man, and went with them to "greet" these two distinguished guests.

Arriving at the agreed place, the old dog was playing poker with Vic, Big Head and Wang Yan. When he saw the two of us enter, he immediately got up and grinned, bared his big white teeth, called our nicknames loudly and excitedly, raised his right hand and waved it to beckoning us to hurry over, and a six-person booth was just enough to squeeze us. There was a bottle of Sprite on the table, and the four of them had basically half a cup left, and it seemed that they had been playing here for a while. After greeting us one by one, everyone went back to the game, and they had to finish the hand first.

105 is a card game unique to our hometown. 4 players randomly form two teams, and teammates sit facing each other. Playing cards require two decks, 10 and King both count as 10 points, 5 counts as 5 points, and all other cards do not count as points. If no one plays the cards again, then the person with the biggest card can take the rack in the hall as their own, and select the card with a score, and the two teams each add up the points, and the team with more points wins. In addition to this, the first player to finish can own the points and hand of the last player who did not finish.

After all, we are all still students, so we are not gambling too much, just having fun after being bored. Looking at the form on the field, it seems that Wang Yan and Datou are already in control, and there are not a few cards left in their hands, and it is estimated that they will soon be able to distinguish the winner. As the host, Brother Xiang and Polo and I discussed how to arrange dinner, and it was rare for everyone to get together, so we had to eat and drink well. At the beginning, there was no Meituan, and many businesses in a small county like ours had no intention of going to Dianping, and we didn't have smartphones, so we had to rely on our taste memories and word of mouth from adults to find suitable restaurants. What's more, none of us have a car, so it's better to be close to the principle.

During the conversation, the old dog's game was over and went into halftime. Seeing that we didn't order anything, Brother Wei beckoned the waiter to come over and asked us what we were drinking. Wang Yan, who was sitting on the side, shook the Sprite bottle on the table and said, "It's good to go get another bottle of Sprite." With that, he got up and went to the wine cabinet by himself.

Since it was afternoon, there was no one in the store except us, so in order to save costs, the boss did not turn on the air conditioner, and we warmed our whole body with our own masculinity and enthusiasm. The down jackets and thick coats on our bodies rubbed against each other, and the camaraderie and heat between the men were transmitted to each other through this movement.

After moistening your throat, a new hand is about to begin. Although I know the rules, I am still self-aware of my own skills and luck, even if the old dog repeatedly invites me, I politely decline. Everyone chatted while playing cards, discussing the next event arrangement. I don't know who mentioned it, but we mentioned meatballs while chatting.

Meatballs and Brother Xiang, Wang Yan, and Datou were in the same class in the first year of high school, and they were all good partners, and they were assigned to the class next door to us in the second year of high school. When I fainted at school, meatballs were one of my lifesavers. In fact, my fate with him is much more than that. Meatballs and I have known each other since elementary school, and we are classmates. In addition, the two of us are also cross talk partners, and I usually tease him. At every class meeting, our program is a must for everyone. Later, everyone was influenced by Hong Kong gangster movies, and often fought between classes, fists to the flesh, and even formed fighting gangs. The two of us often fought together with two other classmates, and over time, we also became famous, and even had a unique name: "The Four King Kongs".

Brother Xiang called Meatball without saying a word, and fooled him in a few words. The arrival of meatballs made the already lively atmosphere even more lively, and we went to a relatively famous restaurant nearby, eating the most hometown flavor dishes, tasting "Shaoxing Cola", chatting about their respective troubles in high school, and laughter filled the whole restaurant. None of us was more excited than the old dog, whose two rows of big white teeth stood out. Although he is a scholar, Badou Gao can't hide the ruffian in his bones, and it is this ruffian that makes us feel that he is so kind and real.

I was full of wine and food, and it was already more than 9 o'clock in the evening. I'm also a little fluttering, "Shaoxing Coke" has a lot of stamina, and I am really a little overwhelmed by what I am used to drinking. The last train for the old dog and the big head to go back to the countryside has long been gone, and the only way to go back is to charter a taxi. However, we didn't want to end our party here, after all, we will only have fewer and fewer opportunities to meet together in the future, cherish the moment, and live in the moment. Singing is certainly not an option for us, so for us as a student party, the Internet café is the only place to go.

When he heard this word, the old dog, who was also a little drunk, seemed very excited: "Tonight is all night!" An authentic dialect speaks of "surfing the Internet all night" with great momentum. The rest of us didn't raise any objections, so the old dog's vote decided our itinerary, and the seven-man team set off for the Internet café. In fact, according to our point in time, it is indeed much more affordable to stay in a room than to surf the Internet by the hour.

"Come on, come on, Xi Aifu! West love to pay! The old dog, who had already sat down, began to get excited again, this time he could finally fulfill his wish that had not been fulfilled during the winter vacation of his freshman year, not to mention that there were so many people this time. We were divided into groups, Brother Xiang, Old Dog, Big Head and I were in a group.

Among us, Lao Gou and Wang Yan are considered to be high-level players, which shows that they also played this game when they were in college. However, technically, it seems that Wang Yan is slightly better, every time he hears "Oops! "With a bang, that's the old dog getting a headshot. Every time the old dog was killed, Brother Xiang would start to scold the "sniper" old dog in our group, laughing at him for not being able to play sniper, and asking him to be a good assaulter. The old dog was naturally reluctant, "I got something on my glasses!" Wang Yan, you wait for me! ”

"Oops!" Again, "I'm not used to using the mouse of this Internet café!" ”

"To die!" Again, "Ahhh This keyboard doesn't work! ”

"Yikes!" Again, "Missee, missee!" ”

……

Every time the old dog comes to say this, Brother Xiang will always smile and complain to me.

After getting a feel for the "team mode", we started to play as a team, which is also the most technically demanding game mode of FPS. This time the old dog finally got into the groove, and under his cover we bled the shame of the previous fiasco, and he also proved himself.

A few of us played through all of CrossFire's game modes, and the hormones kept us fighting until 2 o'clock in the middle of the night. Exhaustion forced us to stop the fight, and everyone started their own leisure mode. Although this is not the first time I've stayed up all night at an internet café, I've never had such a long fight. Even in leisure moments, the old dog is still excited, and it seems that he can still fight for three hundred rounds.

The next morning, we each dragged our bodies home. When I got home, I didn't answer any of my mother's questions and just fell asleep in bed and said a short goodbye to the outside world.