In the process of waiting for the bus, Wang Soul paid attention to the piece of land that Wang Zhiqiang said, it was really a good place, just around the corner, the span on both sides was relatively long, and the location was even a little better than the supermarket opposite. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

I just don't know if Wang Zhiqiang can take it.

After waiting for an hour for the bus, I finally caught up with the trip, and when I arrived in town, I finally found an Internet café.

Wang Soul endured the nameless anger in his heart, stood up and turned around, just wanted to see who was looking for death, but was stunned the next second he saw it.

In front of me was a hideous twitching but familiar face, and the gray-black marks on the face that had not been washed after burning charcoal were still there. And this man was still holding half a steamed bun in one hand, and his mouth was stuffed with broken foam from the steamed bun.

"Dad!" Wang Soul couldn't help but shout. Didn't the old man go to pull orders? Why did you run into it here, and why did you get angry with yourself?

"I gave you a good rest, that's how you gave me a rest?" The royal father roared hoarsely, and sprayed the broken steamed buns in his mouth all over the king's soul.

"I'm here to do something." Wang Soul said very aggrievedly.

"Errands? Hmph, you're here to play games, right? The royal father snorted coldly.

Wang Soul couldn't answer, although he didn't have an account card in his hand now, and he couldn't log in to "Heaven Chase", but he did come for the game.

"I would have known that you were playing games with my hard-earned money, and I would have killed you brute!" When the royal father said that he was angry, he actually stretched out his hand again, grabbed the ears of the king's soul again, and was about to drag it outside.

The Internet café suddenly became lively, and although people are often taken back by their parents, it is really rare to find this way of pulling their ears and dragging them away.

Wang Soul was very annoyed, if it was someone else, his fist could be smashed down mercilessly, but it was his father in front of him, even if he was dragged to death, it was impossible to do it.

I had no choice but to argue: "Dad, Dad, you listen to my explanation." ”

"Explain it to me when you get home." The royal father said coldly, and there was no intention of letting go of his hands.

"Dad, you save me some face." Wang Soul said again.

"Do you know to save face now? Why didn't you know how to cherish it when you were in college earlier? You were fired, and your mother protected you, Lao Tzu didn't beat you much, but did you give yourself a long face? Take the money from Lao Tzu to burn charcoal to play the game!! ”

"I didn't!" Wang Soul suddenly broke free of his father's hand, stood up proudly, and met his father's angry eyes with fearless eyes.

The royal father was slightly stunned, and then he was angry: "You still dare to talk back? Okay! Your wings are stiff! Good! Very good! Aren't you capable! If you have the ability, don't go home, you can play to death in an Internet café. ”

The sun was very big, but Wang Soul felt a cold that he had never felt before.

Before his father was alone, dragging his feet and getting on the bus, before that, Wang Soul followed his father almost all the way to find an opportunity to explain, but as soon as he opened his mouth, he was immediately ridiculed and abused by his father.

"Dad, I'm not really playing games, I'm making money from games." "Yes, you're making money from games, and you're making a lot of money, and you can't even get a college diploma."

"I do make a lot of money, I've ...... it all"

"You've made so much money that someone else's computer owns! There are so many people in the village who use computers now, why didn't you buy one for yourself when you made money? Do you need to run around town to surf the Internet even after you've made money? You didn't even think about buying something for your parents when you made money? The royal father was so sarcastic that the king had nothing to say.

"I don't care how much money you make playing games, and I don't care how much money you can make playing games, in a word, either, you continue to play your game, you and I will be two from now on, or you will go back to me and burn charcoal honestly, and destroy all your unrealistic fantasies, you are a farmer's son, you lost your college diploma, you are a complete farmer, you have to take my firewood knife and hoe, take care of the acres of land at home, that is your life."

"Think about it, you go home again." When the car was about to drive away, my father said coldly.

It was like a knife in my heart, and blood flowed in the humiliating world.

Am I really doing something wrong?

It's not a sin to play games! Why did my father hate him so much, why didn't he let him speak, why didn't he even give him a chance to prove himself?

"Either you keep playing your game...... You're a farmer through and through......" his father's words were always circling in his mind, like a deep haze, and the more he was shrouded in it, the more he felt physically and mentally uncomfortable, and all kinds of negative emotions spontaneously appeared.

He has no interest in paying attention to "Heaven Chasing" for the time being, and he has no idea of going home.

He found a street corner, sat down on the steps, and watched the traffic on the street, letting grief and anger flow through his heart.

He looked up, and for the first time in his life, he found that the sky without clouds could also be gray.

For a moment, he lost his beliefs, pursuits, ideals, goals, and all the other motivations that could motivate him to move forward.

He doesn't understand what people live for. Money? No matter how much money you get, what is the point of getting it in exchange for a cold ridicule from your father? By force? No matter how strong your hands are, what is the point of facing an enemy that you can't even do at all?

The phone rang suddenly. He picked it up.

I thought it was a call from my parents, but unfortunately, it was He Jing who called.

"How? Have you read the official website? ”

"Not yet." It took almost all of his strength for Wang Soul to give himself the idea of speaking.

"Why don't you go and see it? The mini-game will start tomorrow night, and although the game is not complicated, some of it is still ......"

"I might ...... I can't play the game anymore. ”

"Why?" He Jing raised her tone slightly, as if she was frightened.

"Besides, I don't want to talk right now."

Wang Soul immediately hung up the phone, and at this time, He Jing was still saying in the microphone: "What's wrong?" Tell me! Feed! Is it still there? ”

The phone was cut off, and it rang again immediately, and when I looked at the number, it was still He Jing.

Wang Soul let out a long sigh, refused to answer the phone, and then sent a message back to He Jing: "I'm sorry, I'll explain it to you later." ”

He Jing's message immediately came back: "I don't want to wait for later!! ”

The two ellipses are enough to prove that He Jing is now emotional. (To be continued.) )