Winter snow will bury the hustle and bustle. In the small town, the wandering wanderers come and go in the loose streets, without a trace of melancholy and sadness on their faces. All this, the moment we picked up the package and left our hometown, we were already destined to carry ourselves.

"Life is a long parting, death is never returning" Ye Bugui leaned against the Binjiang Bridge and said this. "What face do I have to go back?"

Ye Bugui, formerly known as Ye Lotte.

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

Twenty-two-year-old Ye Bugui also came here and 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.

Look at the flowing water on the riverside. How strong, how stubborn, how ......" makes me envious. ”

Ye Bugui threw the trophy into the river. "Every year, I come once; Every time, I would lose a trophy. Because it's not a champion. ”

Seven seasons and ten years long. When he was in college, Ye Bugui started playing games until the day his grandfather passed away, and he said that he wanted to become a professional gamer. So, he was driven out of his home.

"My father gave me two choices: either to give up, or to win the championship and see him again. I chose to win. ”

So for ten long years, Ye Bugui has never won the championship.

"My father was a committed man. It can be said that he is stubborn to the point of stubbornness. I haven't been back for 10 years. It is not known if they have gray hairs on their heads. ”

The trophy sank to the bottom, and Ye Bugui suddenly wanted to sink to the bottom.

Ye Bugui put his hands into the pockets of his black trench coat, lifted his old boots and left. "I keep these boots very well and I only wear them once a year. I really want my mom to make me a new pair of shoes. ”

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."

A bright orange lit café. In the café, melodious melodic solos. The guests who sit in the booths try to be as elegant as possible. 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.

Ye Bugui remembered that his friend said that he was here on a blind date.

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

"Hey!" Ye Bugui walked over and said bluntly: "Didn't you say that you would come to this café on Sunday afternoon for a blind date, I came to look for you." ”

"Huh? What did I say? Hahahaha! Hahaha! Hahaha! Zhang Haoran was stunned at first, and then couldn't cry or laugh. Yezi, you're just being funny! Hahaha! You're so hilarious! ”

"Beauty, I'm sorry, my brother has a bit of a problem with his brain. I'll go talk to him for a while and I'll be right back. ”

He gave the beautiful woman an apologetic look, and pulled Ye Bugui out of the café.

This man of the same age as Ye Bugui sat down on the snow-covered ground, leaned against the glass wall of the café, stretched his waist, and exposed his somewhat fat body. "That's what I told you three years ago, right? Thank you for remembering. ”

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

Zhang Haoran smiled bitterly, looked at Ye Bugui, originally wanted to speak, but after thinking about it, he shook his head, and his expression returned to normal.

He pulled out a pack of cigarettes from the pocket of his khaki suit, which was a five-dollar pack of yellow fruit trees. 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.

"I'm just going to take this cigarette."

He hit the cigarette three or four times before the flames came out of the lighter and lit the cigarette. At the beginning, Zhang Haoran also smoked Huangguoshu cigarettes. I remember that when he used to smoke, Tangram would come over and snatch his lighter.

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, really gave us a long face. Hahaha, if it hadn't been ...... at the beginning," Zhang Haoran took a hard puff of his cigarette. "Hey, if Qiqiao and Senior Sister Nalan see it, they will definitely be reincarnated with peace of mind. Hahaha! Refreshing! It's cooler than Lao Tzu sucking ten packs of yellow fruit trees! Hahahaha! ”

"Hmm." Ye Bugui turned his head. "Are you coming back?"

Zhang Haoran took a few puffs of cigarettes and smoked all the whole cigarettes at once. Somewhat tastelessly, he continued to light the next cigarette, continued to inhale violently, and then 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.

"Yezi, listen to my brother's advice, stop playing, go home. Find a good girl and live the life of ordinary people! ”

"I'm normal now." Ye Bugui doesn't know what to do.

"Go home! You've done enough! They are watching you from the sky, and you can go to reincarnation with peace of mind! Zhang Haoran choked in his throat, his eyes were red, and there were a few tears hanging from the corners of his eyes. How long are you going to blame yourself? Look at you, dark circles, ruined hair, vampire-like pale and sickly skin! People don't look like people! You'll have a few more years to live! ”

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

"Yezi, you listen to me." Zhang Haoran stood up. "After all these years, you've done enough! Enough is enough! Do you understand? ”

"Nope! Not enough! He looked up at the end of the street and said, "All these years, I've been scared to close my eyes. Whenever I close my eyes, I can always see that the street is blazing with fire and full of death, but Nalan and Qiqiao, they endure the pain, and still smile and say to me, 'Yezi, come on, you can do it.' ’”

"I know, I know it all. But they died, and that was fate! I believe in fate! Zhang Haoran said. Look at me now, drinking and smoking on a blind date, isn't it good? ”

"Don't persuade me." Ye Bugui shook his head, looked at the cigarette butts all over the ground, the expression on his face was flat, and said: "Nalan is our leader, and Qiqiao is your childhood sweetheart who grew up together in the orphanage." I can't forget it, you can't forget it. ”

Zhang Haoran smiled bitterly. "Forget that hard-to-remember memory of youth, I Zhang Haoran can't do it. It's just that life goes on......"

After a while, he rolled up the cigarette residue from the cigarette case, lit it and took a puff, walked into the café with a blackened face, and laughed and cried with the woman. "Hahaha, beauty, I've been waiting for a long time, this smoke is so choking that my eyes are glazed. Don't mind, 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. Go straight into your bedroom and lie on a messy bed.

"Jingle Bell ~ Jingle Bell ~"

The phone that had been placed on the bedside table to charge rang. Ye Bugui turned his head to look, his brows furrowed slightly. "This phone...... It's been a long time, how can you still talk? ”

The phone was already covered in dust.

"I haven't paid yet."

Thinking of what Zhang Haoran said, Ye Bugui suddenly found that he had a big problem with his memory. Some things are forgotten by him, and some things are drawn closer by him. "Is my memory out of order?"

Wipe the dust off your phone, the phone has hung up. Then, with a ding dong, a text message came.

Letter: Sister (1876545xxxx): "Brother, it's been three years since my parents died, and I beg you to come back and see them when you have time for the New Year." I had liver cancer and was going to die. I was afraid that one day I would suddenly collapse, and my parents would have no one to accompany me. And...... Brother, I miss you too."

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