Winter snow will bury the hustle and bustle. In the small city, the wandering wanderers come and go on the loose streets, and there is never a trace of melancholy and sadness on their faces. All this, at the moment when he picked up the package and left his hometown, was he already destined to carry himself?

"Life is long, parting, death is never returning. Ye doesn't return, Ye doesn't return, what face do you have to go back? It's better not to return. Ye Bugui leaned against the Binjiang Bridge and said this.

Ye Bugui, formerly known as Ye Lotte. Ten years ago, the name was changed. In this life, there may be no chance to change it back.

Nineteen-year-old Ye Bugui once shed tears on this riverside bridge, and he vowed to win the championship.

Twenty-two-year-old Ye Bugui also came here and stopped crying, but he still vowed to win the championship.

Now, twenty-nine-year-old Ye Bugui, holding the trophy of the third place in his personal life, stands here, remembering the past for no reason.

Ye Bugui looked at the flowing water on the riverside river. The water flowed endlessly, how strong, how stubborn, how envious he was.

Ye Bugui threw the trophy of the third runner-up into the river. Every year, he would come once; Each time, he lost a trophy. The trophy for the third place is not what he wants. He wants the Champions Cup.

Seven seasons and ten years long. He's also been on the path of gaming for a decade. When he was in college, he started playing games until the day his grandfather died, in the first half of his sophomore year, he said that he wanted to become a professional gamer. So, he was kicked out of the house. His father gave him a choice: either to give up, or to win the championship and see him again.

He agreed.

So for ten long years, he fought hard. But he didn't win a championship, he was the second and third place. Therefore, he never returned home to meet his father, who gave him a soy sauce poem when he made up his mind to leave the house. The father who recounts his commitment. Ye Bugui is also such a person. It can be said that he is stubborn to the point of stubbornness. So, for ten years, he could only remember the appearance of his parents and sister in the photo frame.

The trophy has sunk to the bottom, and the splash has sunk to the bottom. Ye Bugui suddenly wanted to sink to the bottom of the water.

Ye Bugui inserted his hands into the pockets of his black trench coat and lifted his old boots. He kept these shoes very well. Every year, three hundred and sixty-five days, he spends three hundred and sixty-four days caring for the shoes, and only one day wears them. That day is today.

Looking at the snowflakes flying in the sky, Ye Bugui sighed, like a mist growing on the grass in the morning. The winter snow, I don't know what year it began, no longer flutters, no longer the size of goose feathers. On the contrary, it is sparse and sparse, and it is as small as a grain of sand.

"What a world like constant sand."

Ye Bugui walked into a café. He remembered that his friend had said that he had come here on a blind date. He wanted to give it a try and get that friend back on the team. After all, they still have time to organise a team competition and qualify for the Champions Cup.

In the café, melodious melodic solos. The guests sitting in the booths tried their best to maintain an elegant attitude and speak softly. It's not like Starbucks, where the hustle and bustle is uncomfortable, and it's so uncomfortable that people want to leave quickly and never come back.

"Leaves? What are you doing here? In the booth, Zhang Haoran, who was chatting with a woman about thirty years old, looked at Ye Bugui with some surprise.

Ye Bugui walked over and said bluntly: "I remembered that last time you said that you would come to this fateful café on Sunday afternoon for a blind date, I came here to look for you." ”

"Huh? Last time? Hahahaha! Hahaha! Hahaha! Yezi, you're just being funny! Hahahaha! Ahahahaha! My tears, hahaha! You're so hilarious! Zhang Haoran was stunned at first, and then couldn't cry or laugh.

He waved his hand at the beauty, and then pulled Ye Bugui out of the café.

This old man of the same age as Ye Bugui sat on the snow-covered ground, leaned against the glass wall of the café, and said with a smile: "That was what I told you three years ago, right?" Thank you for remembering. ”

"It's been three years. How? I thought it was what you told me a few days ago? Ye Bugui sighed and sat on the snow. He really couldn't remember that much time.

"It's not your fault, after all...... Hehe. Call. ”

Zhang Haoran smiled bitterly, looked at Ye Bugui, and then his expression returned to normal.

He took out a pack of cigarettes from the pocket of his suit, which was a five-yuan pack of Huangguoshu cigarettes. In the cigarette case, there is an old-fashioned lighter for five cents, which needs to be rubbed with stones to start a fire. It stands to reason that this kind of lighter has been extinct on the market.

He hit the cigarette three or four times before the flames came out of the lighter and lit the cigarette. When he was in the studio, Zhang Haoran also smoked this cigarette. Whenever he smoked, Tangram would put his hands on his hips and tell him not to smoke.

Looking at the ethereal cigarette, Ye Bugui suddenly felt a little dazed. His lips tingled for some reason. Sadness or other feelings looming over his heart? He didn't understand it too well.

"Yezi, I read yesterday's game news. You're really awesome! One person, the dogs who abused the god of war screamed, and they really gave our brothers a long face. Hahaha, if it hadn't been ...... Hey, anyway, if Qiqiao and Senior Sister see it, they must be happy. Hahaha! Refreshing! It's really cooler than Lao Tzu sucking ten packets of yellow fruit trees! Hahahaha! Zhang Haoran took a hard puff of his cigarette.

Tangram, senior sister......

"Oh, brother, I need you, will you come back?" Ye Bugui asked sincerely.

Zhang Haoran took a few puffs of cigarettes and smoked all the whole cigarettes at once. He continued to light a cigarette with some tastelessness, continued to inhale violently, and continued to ignite, and continued to smoke...... He didn't speak until the cigarette case was empty and the cigarette butts were scattered all over the ground, embarrassing the snow.

Zhang Haoran looked at Ye Bugui and persuaded him earnestly: "Ye Zi, listen to my brother's advice, stop playing, go home." Find a good girl and live the life of ordinary people! Go to ......"

Zhang Haoran choked a little in his throat, his eyes were red, and there were a few tears hanging from the corners of his eyes, and he said, "Go, go home!" Qiqiao and Senior Sister are in the spirit of the sky, how painful they should be to see you like this! Brother, I look at you, and I feel uncomfortable! Look at you, these dark circles! Look at you, this messy hair! Look at you again, this pale and sickly skin like a vampire! People don't look like people! You'll have a few more years to live! ”

"Go back? Qiqiao's wishes, as well as the wishes of the senior sister, am I going to live up to them all? Ye Bugui suddenly thought of something he didn't want to think of, and suddenly stood up from the snow.

He looked up at the end of the street and said, "Over the years, I was afraid of drowsiness, even of closing my eyes. Every time I close my eyes, I can see that Senpai and Qiqiao are lying on the road covered in blood, surrounded by fires, shining on us, and they smile and say to me, 'Yezi, come on, you can do it.' ’”

"I know, I know it all. But, is this to blame?! Did everyone blame you? Zhang Haoran said. Look at me now, drinking and smoking on a blind date, isn't it good? ”

Ye Bugui shook his head, looked at the cigarette butts all over the ground, the expression on his face was flat, and said, "Don't persuade me." Senior sister is our leader, and Qiqiao is your childhood sweetheart, which you can't forget. ”

Seeing Ye Bugui's back disappear from sight, Zhang Haoran smiled bitterly. Forget that hard-earned memory of youth, he Zhang Haoran can't do it.

Zhang Haoran's tears fell from the corners of his eyes. After a while, he rolled up the cigarette residue in the cigarette case, lit it and took a puff, walked into the café with a blackened face, and said to the beautiful woman with a smile: "Hahaha, beauty, I've been waiting for a long time, this cigarette is too choking, I plan to quit smoking in the future." ”

The melodious melody of the café turned into the sound of a lonely man walking in the snow.

Ye Bugui walked into the studio where he was the only one left. Instead of looking at the computer, he went into his bedroom and lay on the messy bed.

"Jingle Bell ~ Jingle Bell ~"

The phone that had been placed on the bedside table to charge rang.

The phone was already covered in dust. Ye Bugui hasn't used this phone for a long time. He suddenly realized that he couldn't remember when the phone was here. It should have been a long time, right?

He also doesn't remember paying his phone bill.

Thinking of what Zhang Haoran said to him before, Ye Bugui suddenly found that there was a big problem with his memory. Some things were forgotten by him, and some things were brought closer by him. Either way, his memory was out of order.

When Ye Bugui casually wiped the dust off the phone with a bed sheet, the phone had already hung up.

Then, with a ding dong, a new message came.

From: Sister (1876545xxxx): "Brother, my parents have been dead for three years, and if you are free for the Chinese New Year this year, please come back and see them." Please come back. The doctor said that I had a serious illness, and I was afraid that one day I would suddenly collapse and my parents would have no one to accompany me. ”