Tong Yu's sideburns are white, his eyelids are deep, but his angular face is withered, depressed like a seriously ill old cat, unable to lift his muscles and bones.

He was wearing an army-green coat, and just as he was bent and cleaning the toilet of the Internet café, a fat uncle hurriedly walked in, and tasted the excrement all over the ground, as if he was intent on soiling the area he had cleaned.

The fat uncle's hand may not be very steady, and when he shuddered, he saw him rushing to the faucet angrily, scolding Tong Yu: "What a bad luck!" Before leaving, he spat on the ground again.

Tong Yu calmly faced his dislike for others, and the ups and downs of life took away the confidence of his life, a framed for no reason, causing the whole people to bombard him, and suddenly grabbed him from the altar of e-sports and dazzling from the altar of e-sports, and since then he has borne a heavy infamy and humbled into the soil.

However, time flies, and the scene of him being carried away to the court on the world stage was twenty years ago. At this time, he is no different from a forty-year-old beggar, except for cleaning and eating in the Internet café, there is no trace of glory left.

Late at night, Tong Yu weakly dragged the mop and began to clean the toilet again. When he walked out, there were only three or three people in the Internet café, and the screen of the game of "League of Legends" was still on the screen.

Twenty years is enough to wipe out all the fiery in the past. The once famous professional players have also been obliterated by history like the dust of the years. But the difference between them and Tong Yu is that the former is rich and prosperous after retiring; The latter may not even have the opportunity to find a decent job.

Futian City is magnificent at night, the light is like a dream, and the stars and lights are all shining with the same brilliance. Tong Yu pushed the door and walked onto the street, squatting on the side of the street everywhere, eating the supper he had just picked up from the bar. A bright billboard hung on the side of a tall lamppost that depicted a smartly dressed middle-aged woman, smiling at passers-by. She is one of the candidates for the next mayor of Futian City.

Tong Yu cast a brief glance at the billboard, and returned the happy face of the woman in the painting with a contemptuous wry smile on the corner of his mouth, and a name called "Shanshan" couldn't help but appear in his mind, and his heart twitched.

Anyone who finds out that he has harmed himself will not feel good now. Moreover, Tong Yu never imagined that he had fallen to this point because of the most trusted person.

But the resentment was swept away, and Tong Yu clearly realized that the twenty years of time were not only the persecution of his body, but also the will to resist was completely destroyed. Twenty years ago, he was still powerless to recover the established defeat, and after 20 years of cleaning the toilet, I am afraid that he can only be accompanied by the toilet for the rest of his life.

Unrealistic revenge is not as good as cheap late-night snacks in hand. Tong Yu swallowed his saliva, trying to ease his choking appetite, but was suddenly pulled up by two stout men in uniform. After a hard day's work, he couldn't find the extra strength to struggle. He still had a rice bowl in his hand, and was half-helped and half-carried like a little chicken and walked to a car.

Passers-by saw it in their eyes and thought that it was the chengguan who was driving away the dirty beggars, and no one cared about it. Tong Yu wanted to call for help, but a full burp choked in his throat like a hardcore, making him unable to say a clear word. Just listen to him "Uh-huh...... Ahhh......h

There was a woman sitting in the co-pilot of the car, Tong Yu glanced at her side face, and shouted in a neutral voice: "Shanshan." Then he reflexively went crazy, but he was held back in time and couldn't move.

The woman turned around, looked at Tong Yu with pity, and replied in a gentle tone: "Tong Yu, I shouldn't have disturbed your life anymore, but in a few days of the mayoral election, I can't sleep recently, and I don't want to make unfavorable remarks about me during this critical period." You should know that those tabloid reporters are the best at finding out other people's pasts. ”

"Life? Look at the way I look now, what the fucking shit life is. Tong Yu put the last of his strength into a roar and mocked: "You also have a day of conscience, do you know that you can't be sorry for me?" What real skills do you have, a stinky bitch who messes with officialdom, relying on a man's bed to make a fortune, and wants to be the mayor, it's so beautiful for you......"

The incessant abuse in the car was full of Tong Yu's twenty years of grievances. Shanshan has been silent, like a child who knows her mistakes, waiting for Tong Yu's calm. Tong Yu was tired of scolding, and the bitterness that had accumulated in his heart for twenty years suddenly came to his heart, and he was so aggrieved that he couldn't suppress it, and he actually screamed loudly.

"I'm sorry." Shanshan bowed her head and apologized to Tong Yu when he stopped, and there seemed to be tears in the corners of her eyes. I don't know if it's true feelings, or the hypocrisy of officialdom.

Tong Yu's head slammed, this "I'm sorry" came too late, and it was not enough to heal all the injuries he had suffered.

Fatigue gradually hit his body, maybe he was tired from crying, or maybe he was fed up, he thought to himself. The air seemed to be filled with condensation, and Tong Yu pressed his back against the cushions of the seat, feeling the temperature that his body was draining, faster and faster. He was so cold, his breathing was heavy, his bloodless eyelids began to droop and slowly close, and he struggled to squeeze out the last few slight words in his mouth: "I... Break off... No... Original... Forgive..."

After speaking, the rice bowl in Tong Yu's hand fell in response, and there were still slightly visible sporadic powders on the food that was knocked to the ground.