June is the season of farewell for students who are about to graduate. An Ran is a student, so he can't escape the stage he has to go through in this life. Compared with the reluctance of other classmates, An Ran does not have much attachment to the school or the people and things of the school, on the contrary, the teenager is difficult to let go of the natural disaster that has just passed.

At 14:28 on May 12, 2008, an 8.0 magnitude earthquake occurred in Wenchuan, Sichuan. Heaven raised its butcher's knife, using the earth as a chopping board to treat all beings as fish and meat, and in just a few minutes, thousands of houses collapsed and thousands of ** ions scattered. The earthquake made this day a day of national mourning, and the merciless disaster made the children of China cry and grieve.

Although more than a month has passed since the earthquake, the scene is still vivid. At that time, he was sitting in the last row of the classroom, bowing his head to watch Mr. Jin Yong's "The Condor Heroes", and Zhong Dabao next to him was also drowsy, and the English teacher was reading words that many people couldn't understand. This woman in her thirties was unattractive in stature and voice to the students, but she continued to do her day-to-day work, and the students still looked different in her class.

Suddenly the house began to shake violently, An Ran was stunned for a moment, instinctively discarded the book and jumped up from the seat at a very fast speed, the boy pushed open the desk and ran from the back door to the balcony outside the classroom, he was alone outside, An Ran saw the whole building shaking, 'Run! The house is going to collapse! That's the first command the brain sends to the body. At this time, I don't know who shouted, 'Earthquake!' Breaking the momentary silence in the classroom, the next class heard the screams of classmates and the sound of desks and chairs colliding, and some students climbed to the balcony and began to rush to the staircase.

Somehow, An Ran instinctively ran back to the classroom, pressed Zhong Dabao, who was still in a daze, under the desk and shouted: "Hide under the desk!" Everyone, get out under the table! “

No one listened to him, Gu Ping was rushing out of the door, and Chen Qiang was also rushing out of the door, until the two classroom doors were blocked, and everyone couldn't escape after screaming, crying, and cursing, they thought of the corner of the house, the desk next to them, so after the most violent shaking, they hid under the desk.

"Students, don't run around!" The English teacher's emotional voice rang out, "Quick! Fast! Squat in the corner and hide under the desk. “

At that moment, An Ran wanted to laugh, you were running around when the house shook the hardest, if the beams and bricks fell and hit you first, if the house didn't shake, you would hide in a proper manner. The boy thought that everyone was like this, but when An Ran raised his head and looked at the podium through the gap between the table legs, he was stunned, the English teacher who had been chattering and a little annoying on weekdays; the middle-aged woman with a bloated and unattractive figure; She neither hid under the lectern nor ran out the door.

After that, they went to the playground together, and all the students and teachers rushed from the stairs and classrooms to the playground like dumplings, they stood or sit, and everyone piled up on the playground with panic on their faces, and some of them were stunned; Some shouted loudly; Some still have tears on their faces, take out their mobile phones, and keep pressing. The principal was still holding a bullhorn to calm everyone's emotions, and the street was already full of people running out of the building, and the horns of cars, sirens, and the shouts of the masses were endless. At this moment, An Ran wants to go home, thinking about it very much, thinking about it.

As he left the school gate, he found his father in the crowd, the man who had broken his leg from the oil drum and looked nervously at the surging crowd. An Ran couldn't find any way to explain why he was here in such a short period of time. The rough big hand of the man with the broken leg grabbed the crutches, one shoulder and even the whole body were trembling, his face was full of sweat and his eyes flashed, and he relaxed his expression when he saw An Ran in the crowd.

"Xiao Ran" An Weiguo opened his dry lips and shouted two words, and it would take him all his strength to open his mouth.

At that moment, An Ran's nose couldn't help but sour, he felt that his tears were about to overflow his eyes, and the young man almost surrendered to this enemy called his father, but he still held back.

"Why are you here?" An Ran asked flatly.

"The house shook badly after the earthquake, so I went to you to learn ...... School look. An Weiguo replied crampedly.

"It's gone." An Ran wanted to answer, 'I'm fine'

"You see so many people running on the street to the open area, why don't-"

"—let's go home." He interrupted him.

He walked alone in front, he limped behind and chased after him, An Weiguo didn't call his son and waited, and his son would not support him either.

After that, they stayed in that lonely room, watching the heart-wrenching reports of the Wenchuan earthquake in the news without saying a word, and waiting for aftershocks to strike again and again.

At night, the sirens of police cars, fire trucks, and ambulances were heard on the road, and the whole country did not know how many people who braved the hardships and dangers went to the most dangerous place. An Ran tossed and turned and couldn't sleep, he remembered the English teacher who was still standing on the podium and directing the students to hide after today's earthquake; He remembered An Weiguo, who was standing at the school gate and looking around; He thought about these people who didn't know how to run for their lives and instead advanced to dangerous places. Why don't they like themselves and some of their classmates, when their lives are in danger, the first thing they think of is to escape? Is there anything more valuable than life? Shouldn't humans be afraid when it comes to death? Aren't humans cowardly and incompetent in the face of natural disasters? No! Maybe people are so strange creatures, their bodies are extremely weak, but their hearts are extremely strong. Is it love that sustains the 'stupid' actions of these people? An Ran seemed to have grown up a lot that night.

For several days in a row, the television news frequently appeared full of devastated images, full of rescue volunteers, doctors, nurses, and officers and soldiers, in the pouring rain, they pulled out living people and corpses one by one, the whole world lost its luster, and the land of China was heartbroken.

An Ran's city was not particularly affected by the earthquake, they were a normal disaster area, and after three days, the school had resumed classes, and students, teachers, workers, and freelancers had already done what they had to do step by step. But at that moment, everyone was still concerned about the situation of the victims of the Wenchuan earthquake, and their jobs, their studies, and their future were insignificant in front of the compatriots who died.

May 19 to May 21 is the National Day of Mourning. At 14:28, An Ran and the classmates and teachers put down the textbooks in their hands, and everyone stood up to mourn in silence for the compatriots killed in the earthquake.

At that moment, tears gradually wet An Ran's eyes, in the tears he saw the poor people affected by the disaster, he was sad for their life and death, homelessness, and at the same time, the young man also saw too many volunteers who were not afraid of hardships and dangers, and he was moved by their actions of saving the victims of their lives without regard for their lives. These volunteers suddenly reminded An Ran of the novel "The Condor Heroes" he had read, Guo Jing said to Yang Guo, "The great man of chivalry is for the country and the people".

During the three days of mourning, all entertainment venues were suspended, and An Ran did not receive a notice from Wen Si calling him to play. The school organized a fundraiser, and the teenager took out the 500 yuan he could use and put it in the donation box that was going to be sent to the disaster area.

The dead are gone, and the living will continue, for students who are about to go on to higher education, whether you want to or not, you can only let go of your grief first and make the final sprint for the next high school entrance examination. The top students are working harder to remember the knowledge points of each course they have learned, and they are looking forward to getting a good score in the high school they are good at; The scumbags behaved differently, and some people seemed to wake up and seriously pick up the book, but this kind of kung fu that usually did not work hard and temporarily did not bring them much use; Of course, there are still people who should play and eat when they should eat, anyway, they have a big heart that Lao Tzu has to get wherever he goes, whether he reads or not.

What about An Ran? Although he sat in the last row of the classroom, it was not because of his poor academic performance that he was deliberately 'taken care of' by the teacher, but because of his height, if he sat in the front row, then it would inevitably block the view of the students in the back row looking at the blackboard. On the contrary, his academic performance is in the upper part of the class, but he is definitely not a top student. The teenager's academic performance is completely in line with his own academic behavior, and he can occasionally look at the blackboard; Take occasional notes; I also occasionally listen to the teacher talk about something, but more often than not, I am in a daze, reading novels, or even skipping class. His homework is often not completed on time, and even if he does, he mostly copies his classmates and does very little by himself.

However, An Ran's grades in every exam are still good, and sometimes he can enter the top ten in the class. A student who doesn't study hard, he can actually get a score that can't bring him punishment. What is this? Yes? This is too unfair to those who hold books all day long, and even on weekends are pulled by their parents to make up for classes, but their academic performance is still not satisfactory, so the teachers also talk about him like those neighbors who talk about him, and they all talk about him with great sadness, and educate him many times.

"An Ran! You have to put your mind on studying, don't be so playful, and work hard to get into a good school to be worthy of your parents. When called to the office, the teacher often persuaded him in this way.

"Good teacher, I will study hard." He replied many times, and then remained what it should be.

The head teacher even visited the home in person, she felt that although this student was playful, it was worth cultivating, and she was ready to communicate with An's father, and then looked forward to the joint education of the school and the family, so that the child could return to the right path.

"An Ran, this kid, actually has a good understanding, if he can work hard, I dare to guarantee that he can enter the top five in the class, and it is not impossible for him to be admitted to the eighth middle school in our city. Ann Dad! I feel that for children's education, school alone is not enough, and you parents need to cooperate together. He should be supervised every day and watch less or even less TV......," the head teacher smiled and reasoned with the student's parents from all aspects.

Then An Weiguo replied to her with only one sentence.

"I can't control him." He said, "An Ran rarely goes home, and he won't tell me about his studies or what he's doing outside." “

The head teacher's smile instantly froze, and she was so angry in her heart that she wanted to yell at him, "You are his son, don't you care about your son's studies at all?" But when she saw this man and this family, she despaired, and the living room was a mess, with a dilapidated sofa full of clothes, a coffee table full of miscellaneous items, and unwashed dishes and chopsticks on the dining table. The man had no left leg, messy hair, and a stubble on his face, 'Expect him to educate his son?' Stop dreaming. ’

So both the subject teacher and the head teacher gave up, "This child is not saved, fortunately, except for a few students with poor academic performance to skip class, he doesn't seem to affect others." Let the chips fall where they may! Why can't this head be swapped with those classmates who study hard but can't get good grades? They thought that more than once.

In the eyes of his classmates, An Ran is not special, he is just a good-looking boy, doing a lot of things that students should do, sitting in the classroom, and doing activities in the stairwell and playground after class. Of course, except for physical education classes or sports meetings, his agile movements and vigorous posture will cause some female students to scream, and the rest of the time An Ran is as ordinary as a stone.

You can like him or hate him, but you can't influence him, no matter what please can't make many waves in his heart, and you will be polite if you approach him with kindness; Malicious fists, he will also respond fiercely. So on the day of graduation, when facing the notebooks handed by his classmates and asking An Ran to leave a mark of friendship on their notebooks, the boy did not pick up the pen and reluctantly write a thousand words like other students, and his message was only a few words 'Thank you!' Good bye! And come on! ’

Then for three years, the classmates went their separate ways.

After the high school entrance examination, An Ran did not return to school to attend the graduation ceremony, he didn't bother to pay attention to the principal's speech, the teacher's blessing and the difficult expression between his classmates, he just quietly waited for the admission letter from another city and a certain school. During the holiday, An Ran and Gu Ping went to the Internet café a few times, and when the fat man was playing games, he was still reading novels and news, and the teenager flipped through the news pages one by one, and the most he saw was the relevant reports of the Wenchuan earthquake just past. He flipped through page by page, and suddenly a certain wave of online news headlines caught his attention: 'Chinese e-sports superstar Sky serves as Olympic torchbearer', and he clicked in, and the news read:

On May 5, 2008, the Beijing Olympic Flame Relay began at 7:13 a.m. at 7:13 a.m. in Wuzhishan, Wanning and Qionghai. During the relay, 10 e-sports players including Li Xiaofeng, Sheng Jia, Sha Junchun, Shen Lei, Ding Wei, Chen Dapeng, Zhou Chenglong, Xie Nan, Du Haifeng and Jang Jae-ho (South Korea) appeared in the ranks of the torchbearers, which was the first time that e-sports players appeared in the ranks of a national large-scale sports event, and also symbolized the shining spirit of e-sports sportsmanship in the Olympic Games. ’

"Hey! Gu Fatzi, what am I talking about Sky...... Isn't that what you're playing? An Ran frowned and thought as he arched Gu Ping, who was playing a game next to him.

"Li Xiaofeng, the god of Warcraft, Zhang Qingyi, Wang Yun and their idols" Gu Ping didn't look back and continued to play his game.

"Oh! Right! Right! They talked about it. An Ran muttered, and then he patted Gu Ping's shoulder, "He actually participated in the Olympic torchbearer!" a game-playing person can be an Olympic torchbearer? Fuck me! What is your World of Warcraft coming from? “

Gu Ping, who was concentrating, was startled by his sudden attack, and the game character he controlled was knocked to the ground by another character. "Your mother!" Looking at the picture of the defeat of the character in the computer, Gu Ping was annoyed, he grabbed his hair fiercely, but in the face of An Ran beside him, he could only say helplessly: "An Ran, Brother An, Uncle An!" Don't you usually watch TV or listen to news? How long has this been in the news? What else is our World of Warcraft, what is the origin of our World of Warcraft, and what is the matter with him as an Olympic torchbearer about World of Warcraft? “

"Isn't he the so-called great god of your World of Warcraft?" An Ran asked rhetorically, and then he saw Gu Ping looking at him like an idiot.

"I ...... Gu Ping shook his head slowly, unable to accept the fact that these words came out of An Ran's mouth, "You don't think that Wang Yun and his idol are playing a game with me, right?" “

"Does it make a difference?" An Ran continued to ask rhetorically.

Gu Ping was completely defeated, in his mind An Ran is an out-and-out arcade game genius, although he has never seen him play computer games, but no matter how a game genius is, at least he will have a certain understanding of various games! But the master in front of him actually thinks that Warcraft and World of Warcraft are a game, can you believe it?

"Alright! All right! An Ran, I don't care if you really don't know, or if you're teasing me and deliberately influencing me to play games, I don't really know if you don't know. Yikes! Yikes! Gu Ping simply ignored the mage who was standing at the door of the Iron Fort in the game and was blowing the cold wind, and helped An Ran search for 'the difference between Warcraft and World of Warcraft' on Baidu, "If you want to know anything, just ask Baidu." Then he went back to playing his game.

At this time, An Ran realized how completely wrong he was, not that he couldn't tell what Warcraft was and what World of Warcraft was, but because of his one-sided perception of games and gamers. In your own mindset, isn't a game the kind of thing where you keep throwing money into cards, investing time in playing equipment, buying equipment, and endlessly leveling up, until you end up with nothing? And then aren't the people who play games like them, wandering around the Internet cafes or game halls on the street with some change, playing in the dark, yawning and going home waiting for a meal from their parents and wives?

That's the case, what he thinks is not unreasonable, and it can even be said that this is the opinion of the vast majority of people about games and gamers so far, but it's no wonder to them, because the vast majority of games and gamers are indeed as no different from what An Ran knew above. At that time, many teenagers abandoned their studies because they were obsessed with a certain game; Many adults fall in love with a game and forget about work; There are many tragedies in the news caused by the addiction to playing games, can you still touch the game? Do you dare to let your children play games? The vast majority of people don't dare.

As a result, in the hearts of many people, 'surfing' has become a beast, Internet cafes have become degenerate places, and games have become a new generation of drugs. The general public is repulsed by them, few people will treat all kinds of games separately, they agree that as long as it is a game, it is bad, terrible, and deadly, they will not understand what online games are, what is e-sports, they don't know that some games have become a sport, and they will not understand why there will be a group of players who treat games as a job and rely on games to support themselves.

Therefore, when he sees an e-sports player serving as an Olympic torchbearer, An Ran will have the kind of surprised and puzzled mentality of 'a person who plays games can actually be an Olympic torchbearer', because even An Ran including Gu Ping, who is playing games next to him, these people who are playing games themselves are probably thinking that as long as people who play games should be humble, degenerate, unproductive and unprofessional, why should they give you this honor as an Olympic torchbearer? But what if the Olympic torchbearer is a footballer? What about a long-distance running champion? What about an influential public figure? And no one doubted whether he was worthy or not.

An Ran continued to rummage through the web page, the boy trying to find some answers to the doubts in his heart and the way forward for what he hoped he would see.

He learned that some games had become national sports, such as Warcraft, which he misunderstood. He also knew that some professional gamers like himself who made a living by making money for the purpose of playing games and competitions had already won countless championships, and they were playing games in the open, not only to support themselves, but also to raise their heads and be people. How could they ever walk the streets and alleys looking for people to compete like themselves, worrying and fearing in order to pursue their favorite games and beg for a living?

"Then if I can also have the opportunity to become a professional player, doesn't it mean that Lao Tzu can also play his favorite games like them, and be admired and recognized by others with his own salary?" An Ran thought excitedly, "Isn't this the path you want to take?" Can the arcade game you play become a competition and let yourself compete for the championship and receive the prize? And how do you become a pro? ”

He looked through a lot of relevant information on the Internet, and roughly summed up the answer to how he should take this path: first, find a game that is very popular and can be recognized by the state, and can be played regularly; 2. Play well This game is waiting to be signed by some clubs to become a professional player, just like Wen Si found himself to help him play; 3. Win the game through hard work; Fourth, comfortably receive money and honor.

This poor boy who is only fifteen years old! He made the mistake that many young people love to make, they only look at the fruits of their dreams, and completely forget the efforts they will have to put in to make their dreams come true. They take it for granted that their roads are full of flowers, but they ignore the thorns on the roads; They tend to only notice the aura of those who are successful, but ignore the bitter fruits of the losers.

Is it fun to play games? Of course, if you take the game as a profession, become an esports player, a professional gamer, then the game will not necessarily make you comfortable and happy. Is it easy to be a pro player in the game? It's not easy at all, it requires you to have extraordinary talents, but it also requires you to put in extraordinary effort, such as gaming, painting, music, writing, and almost every industry where you want to succeed. On the road to your dreams, likes and talents may only make it easy for you to walk for a short time, and when you are tired, the rest is uncomfortable hard work and perseverance.

Although An Ran learned some from the arcade games he played, he couldn't think so far with his age and experience, and the boy only knew that there was a road in front of him suddenly - the road he liked to walk, and he had no reason not to go and no reason to be unhappy. Of course, this path became the reason why he was unhappy for a long time to come.

In the blink of an eye, July has passed and August has passed, and the registration time for the new semester is approaching, which means that An Ran is also about to leave the city. Others go out to study, and they come back on weekends and holidays, but what about him? He didn't want to face his father's sluggish and uncomfortable expression all the time, and he didn't want to see him look at his guilty and self-reproachful eyes. This man single-handedly caused his mother's departure, and An Ran could no longer hate him after a few years, but he couldn't forgive him. And An Ran has to get rid of the harassment of some social people, he just wants to study quietly and happily walk the road he wants to take, so he wants to say goodbye to the city and say goodbye to the people and things that have lived with him for more than ten years.

One night in August 2008, this city located at the junction of southern Sichuan has long been lit up, the heat of the day has not completely faded, and the traffic on all roads is illuminated by various lights, looking like a hairtail fish in a basket from a distance.

The night market in the old city is full of people, and small vendors have set up stalls, and all kinds of clothes, uses, plays, and food are piled up. In an alleyway on the middle side of the night market, there are already large and small barbecue stalls, and the workers or bosses are turning the meat skewers on the grill while fanning the fans, and the whole alley is full of smoke and aroma.

An Ran bought some meat skewers and vegetarian dishes and a few bottles of beer at one of the barbecue stalls, then he pocketed the packed food and beer and carried it to the roof of a house in the alleyway, where a few hungry people were waiting to eat.

"How did it take so long?" Gu Ping greeted him and took the pocket in An Ran's hand as he spoke.

"I'm afraid it will take longer to buy it at your size - slow down and be careful with the water pipes on the ground." An Ran reminded.

"Hee-hee! Do you hear that? Brother Xiao Ran told you to be careful! Don't fall a big fat pig and cry on the cement. A young girl sitting on the rooftop against the wall joked with a smile.

"I bought four bottles of wine, and I only have one bottle per person, and we students can't drink more, but everyone here tonight has to drink it."

"I can't drink," Chen Qiang said resignedly, "It's strange that my dad doesn't beat me to death if he knows." ”

"What about you? Chunmei," An Ran asked, turning her head to look at the girl. "I don't have Coke." He said.

"Who's going to drink Coke?"

Zhao Chunmei grabbed the bag in Gu Ping's hand and put them on the ground, put the lunch box with meat skewers in place, and then pulled out a bottle of beer, and several people sat down in a circle. When it was sent to Chen Qiang, Chen Qiang was a little hesitant to take it, and then Zhao Chunmei stared at him motionlessly with a beer.

"I said you wouldn't be able to do it, would you?" Gu Ping took a skewer of meat and was about to hand it to his mouth, but when he saw Chen Qiang like this, he had to stop and say, "Everyone Chunmei is a girl, you don't dare?" Are you better than her? You're prettier than her, aren't you? He also said that he was afraid that you would fight, and you were eating skewers here! How can there be time to hit you. “

"Forget it! The strong son really can't drink it, so we won't force him. An Ran relieved Chen Qiang, "Then you eat more." “

"No! Don't you know why we're drinking tonight? Zhao Chunmei suddenly felt a little bored for some reason.

"Hey! Die and die! Chen Qiang gritted his teeth, took the beer in Zhao Chunmei's hand, and bit the bottle cap open with his teeth.

"Isn't that right? Yo! Manliso's—and ours. Gu Ping handed his beer to Chen Qiang and motioned for him to help.

"An Ran, I can't open it," Zhao Chunmei said in a somewhat coquettish tone, meaning to ask An Ran to open a beer for her, which made Chen Qiang stop biting the remaining bottle cap.

"See?" Gu Ping looked at Zhao Chunmei and An Ran with strange eyes and said, "Our Zhao Da beauty only needs An Ran's help, you didn't have a strong son with us in elementary school, you don't know before!" Our Zhao Da Beauty's homework will only be lent to An Ran to copy! “

In fact, Gu Ping's heart was sour when he said this, because he liked Zhao Chunmei, but he only had these two partners who had been playing since he was a child, if she liked him or he liked her, what should he do? I will definitely bless myself.

Zhao Chunmei was panicked by Gu Ping's words, how could she not hear the voice of this dead fat man, so her delicate snow-white cheeks blushed with shame, fortunately it was not very bright so that it would not be seen, but in her heart it was sweeter than honey.

"Where? Don't talk nonsense. Zhao Chunmei muttered quietly.

Gu Ping was about to say something, but suddenly An Ran stuffed half of a roasted eggplant into his mouth, "I don't believe this can't stop your big mouth." Everyone looked at each other and smiled.

"Come on! Come! Come! Let's touch one," An Ran said, holding up the bottle to the three of them. "Bless our friendship is longer than the road downstairs from us."

They took a sip together and started eating the dishes.

"Brother An Ran, I don't think you're right! There is an end to the highway, and our friendship (she would say another word) should be longer than the sky. The girl tilted her head and smiled.

"That's right!" Chen Qiang slapped his head and said loudly, "The sky is endless, and our friendship should also be endless, Chunmei is worthy of being the person who is going to the eighth middle school." “

They took another sip together.

"I should have a drink alone with everyone, and I'll go to you first." An Ran lifted the wine bottle, "You and Chunmei went to the same school, I hope you can study in the same class, the city No. 8 Middle School is a good school, but there are also bad students in good schools - don't let Chunmei be bullied." ”

No one can bully Chunmei." Chen Qiang and An Ran's wine bottles touched, and the two took a big sip.

"The fat man is up to you," An Ran said, "Actually, I'm more worried about you, although you are studying in our school and not far from home...... Hi! What am I saying this for? Let's go for one. “

"Just take care of yourself." Gu Ping muttered as he poured the wine down his throat.

"Chunmei—"

"-An Ran, how often are you going to come to see us?" Zhao Chunmei snatched the conversation.

"Probably, probably, it's okay to have a holiday!"

"Good! In the future, you have to come to see me every winter and summer vacation, if I am at school, you will go to school, if I go home, you will go home and find me. "She's got rid of the words.

Hearing this, Gu Ping took the initiative to find Chen Qiang to take a sip.

"I ...... I try my best. ”

"What as much as possible? Hum! If you don't come to see me, I'll come to you. “

"Don't! Don't let me come. An Ran said helplessly.

"Hah! It's pretty much the same" Zhao Chunmei showed a smug expression, and she smiled sweetly.

"Now it's your turn." She looked at him with a coquettish look, and then heard words that made her sad.

"Chunmei, you have all the advantages that a girl has, you are kind, generous, beautiful, and you love your parents and brother so much."

"Wait," Zhao Chunmei frowned and asked, "Brother?" How can I have a brother? ”

"Am I not?" An Ran smiled and continued, "You will always be my pretty, cute, and a little naughty sister!" Unless you don't recognize me as a brother, so what! The elder brother wants his sister to be happy forever - let's have one too, you can just do whatever you want. ”

"Sister?" She thought, "So I was just your sister in your heart from childhood to adulthood?" It turns out that you are good to me and protect me, but you have only done the responsibility that my brother should have for my sister. The girl's hot heart was instantly poured with a basin of cold water, "It's dramatic, isn't it?" Just like many romance dramas, a pair of childhood sweethearts one day the man said to the woman 'I don't like you, I only treat you as my sister', so why do you want to be good to me? I don't need a brother like you. “

"That's right! That's right! You're my brother, of course you're my brother. She tried her best to say in a calm voice: "Brother, remember to take care of yourself when you go to study abroad, there .....is too far ..... I am here...... there" Zhao Chunmei raised the wine bottle to her mouth, and let the wine drill into her throat, she seemed to be choked, and tears flowed down instantly. "So I ....." She took out a mobile phone from her small backpack, "Brother, this is a gift from me, and we will use this to contact you in the future." She handed her phone to An Ran.

"Wow! Lokia," Chen Qiang and Gu Ping exclaimed. ”

"This ...... This is too precious," An Ran waved his hand again and again, "I can't accept Chunmei." “

"It's like rejecting me, isn't it?" The sad girl thought to herself. "Then let it go away!" She stood up all of a sudden, and Zhao Chunmei suddenly became very angry, with tears on her face.

"Good! Since you don't want it, it's useless. She said as she walked to the edge of the rooftop.

"I'm going to, I'm going to be okay yet?" An Ran snatched the mobile phone from Zhao Chunmei's hand, changed the expression of a hippie smile and said, "Don't be annoyed that I will call you eight times a day in the future." “

An Ran knew her next move, and if she didn't put the phone away, she would definitely throw it off the rooftop.

"I have my phone number stored on my phone," Zhao Chunmei calmed down and said, "Remember to call me, my sister will always care about her brother." It's getting late, I need to go back! Chen Qiang, Gu Ping, you eat slowly. With that, she glanced at An Ran, and then began to walk towards the door on the rooftop that led to the downstairs.

"Bye-bye! See you at Chunmei's new school. Chen Qiang said.

"See you at the new school."

"Slow down on the road." Gu Ping advised

"Hmm!"

"I'll send you back." An Ran said.

"Okay!" She thought, "Together, like when I was a kid, you took me to set off fireworks on Chinese New Year's Eve, you took me to the river to catch fish, you took me to fly a kite and I ran behind you." ”

"It's fine, it's not too far." She smiled, "You go on, this girl is gone." The girl turned and left the stairwell, and footsteps sounded near and far.

"What's wrong with her?" Chen Qiang asked while eating leeks, "I didn't eat much, and I also gave An Ran's mobile phone, by the way, I saw her crying just now." “

An Ran ate by herself and did not answer Chen Qiang's words.

Gu Ping looked at An Ran and then at Chen Qiang. "Didn't you see her drink so much in one go? If you drink too much wine, you will choke on your throat, and girls will naturally cry! Fuss. “

"She also gave An Ran a mobile phone."

"We've been playing since we were kids, isn't it special to give away a mobile phone?" Gu Ping asked rhetorically.

"Then you grew up, why didn't she give you a mobile phone to An Ran?" Chen Qiang was a little tendoned and inadvertently stabbed Gu Ping in the heart.

"Hadron! Are you a pig's brain? Gu Ping raised his voice and said, "Don't forget that we are students, students!" How hard is it to buy a mobile phone? “

"Oh yes!" Chen Qiang muttered, but he suddenly realized that there was a loophole in Gu Ping's words. "That's—"

"-All right! You two don't drink while chatting, do you? Come and drink. An Ran interrupted Chen Qiang's question, and also helped Gu Ping out of the siege by the way.

It was late at night, and the three teenagers wiped out the food in the lunch box, and the wine in the bottle was a mess on the ground. An Ran stood on the dark roof with his arms around Chen Qiang and Gu Ping's shoulders, looking west, not far away was the mighty Yangtze River, and the endless river could occasionally be seen under the reflection of the ship's lights.

"Hadron have you thought about what you want in the future?" An Ran asked.

"Study hard! Then go to a key university so that I won't disappoint my mom and dad. ”

"I didn't think about it," Gu Ping said to himself, "I hope my mom and dad won't quarrel anymore, and then if I can, Lao Tzu will open an Internet café in the future, and find a lot of people to play games, just like those boosters and gold groups in World of Warcraft, you can make money while playing." You know, I'm not a book at all, and my mom doesn't like me to play with you, she always thinks that her son is a genius, but he is just greedy for fun and doesn't work hard to be spoiled by you, now it's okay! You're gone, and she doesn't have to worry about us sneaking into the Internet café together to visit the game hall anymore. What about you? An Ran, what do you want to do in the future when you go to study so far away? “

"Reading, playing games, being a pro." An Ran looked at the sky and replied succinctly.

"Huh?" Chen Qiang and Gu Ping were taken aback at the same time.

"Arcade games are outdated, no one plays them anymore, and no one competes against you anymore!" Gu Ping said, "You might as well come to World of Warcraft to play with us, you see that those great gods of others lead people to play dungeons, brush up on battlefield honor points, and level up, and everyone makes the same money." “

"I know," An Ran said, "I didn't say I was going to continue playing arcade games, I was talking about the computer games you play, like Warcraft and StarCraft, which have professional teams and participate in regular tournaments." ”

"It's not easy," Chen Qiang understood what he was talking about, and said worriedly: "An Ran, you do have a talent for gaming, but it is not easy to become a professional player in e-sports competitions. There are too many talented people, people have more time and work harder than you, and they may not be selected by a club to be an esports player, how can you play games while studying?"

"That's it," Gu Ping added, "why are you so tired?" “

"Hey! Whatever, I don't think I can really do it, but we're the best buddies anyway, aren't we? He put a shackle on their shoulders.

When the three of them returned home, it was already past twelve o'clock, and An Ran opened the door to find that his father was not sleeping, he was leaning on the sofa and watching TV without a glance.

"Coming back?"

"Hmm!"

"Are you coming back from school from winter break?"

"It depends! I went to take a shower. ”

Then An Ran found a change of clothes and entered the bathroom, the sound of rushing water sounded, the hot water poured on his body, and the narrow bathroom was fogged, in the fog he seemed to see the white back that disappeared at the corner of the street, and he also seemed to see his father who stayed at home all day and gradually grew old.

"Mom is gone, you're finally willing to let go of your ghost game and those bunch of friends, right?" An Ran thought, "But did she go home after you put down the game?" No! You know it's uncomfortable! You deserve it! The uncomfortable is still to come, An Weiguo, you must not have thought that your son would also take over your mantle and follow your old path! ”

He returned to the living room after taking a shower and found him still sitting motionless on the couch staring at the TV.

"You're not sleeping yet?" An Ran asked.

"Sleep right away" An Weiguo replied, and then he seemed to have plucked up a lot of courage and said: "Xiao Ran, I have some money here, which was paid to me by the factory, I have been saving it useless, you need this money to study in other places." He pulled out a packet of old newspapers from a wooden box beside him that had fallen off the paint.

"I don't need to!" An Ran replied, "Don't think you're the only one who can save money. “

"Xiao Ran, I know I'm sorry for your mother and son, you can hate me, or you can disown me as a father, but you don't know you well when you go to another place, you are just a child and need tuition and living expenses."

"Don't say it," An Ran raised his voice and said, "You don't have to worry about my tuition and living expenses, besides, have I let you worry about it for so many years?" You'd better worry about yourself! Then he walked to his bedroom, and when An Weiguo sighed and started a cigarette, he opened the bedroom door again and stood by the door and said, "I don't hate you really, if you can, it's better to bring your grandfather from the countryside to live together, so that you can take care of each other and you can be filial." ”

They all went back to their rooms, and they all stayed up all night.

Before dawn the next day, An Ran got up and packed his bags, and put the gambling money and clothes he had won by playing games in the past few years into his suitcase, and he found the old newspaper bag in the box.

"When did he let him in?" He thought, "Maybe it's time to go to the toilet yourself!" “

Somehow about to leave here, An Ran suddenly became soft-hearted, the young man opened the old newspaper and divided the money into two stacks, took one of the stacks and put it in the box, and put the remaining stack on the sofa.

"I'm gone, I've taken some of the money with me, and you need to live for the rest, don't you? Take care of yourself. An Ran looked at the house where he had lived for many years, his nose was a little sour, and he turned off the light in the living room and opened the door and closed the door without leaving the house.

An Weiguo stood next to the bedroom window, staring at the body that was gradually moving away, and the man with a broken leg watched his son disappear into the vast night, "I'm leaving!" Take care of yourself,' he thought about his words before leaving, and tears flowed down his face. Is he sad? Was he relieved? No! He was waiting for him and her to come home.