He was born into a family that lacked maternal love, and his mother left the country less than two months after giving birth to him. Since then, he has been a left-behind child.

His father stayed at home to raise him, and the people in the village said that his father ate soft rice, and Bu Qingyun, who was only three years old, didn't know what it meant to eat soft rice, but every time he could see his father's face become ugly.

That year, my mother finally returned to this small village, but as soon as my mother came back, my father was a little unhappy, and Bu Qingyun was still young at the time and didn't know why my parents quarreled. Just feeling very anxious, it didn't take long for his mother to disappear in front of him.

When he was in the third grade, his school set off a wave of Internet cafes, and black Internet cafes were popular among students at that time. Bu Qingyun is also one of them, he is in the midst of the magical and lost online world.

"Step by step, I was dislought between reality and the internet. The virtual network may not be unreal, but the original real self is now gradually disappearing. Bu Qingyun even began to think that he was almost omnipotent in the online world, and even gave him a delusion that the world he lived in was the real world?

That day, Bu Qingyun walked into an unlisted Internet café as usual, but when he was about to get on the plane, he was called by a few big men with angry faces.

"Housheng, we talk in the corner" The man who took the lead wore a pair of gold-rimmed glasses and looked very cultured. But as soon as he made a move, he grabbed the red scarf around Bu Qingyun's neck, and said with a strange smile: "Hou Sheng, do you have any money to borrow my brother to play tricks?"

"Are you robbing you?" Bu Qingyun asked as if he didn't understand the current situation.

"If I tell you to give money, you will give it!" The man in the gold-wire glasses let out a mouthful of spittle, and Xingzi howled angrily.

Bu Qingyun remembered that he had recently played a more powerful computer game "Grand Theft Auto", which had a picture of himself operating the characters in the computer to rob, although he had always imagined that he could rob himself, but he didn't expect that he would rob others first.

"Shouldn't robbery be fought first and then robbed?" Bu Qingyun knows that in the game, only if they beat others to death will they have money to fall out, don't they have to beat themselves up to get rich?

"What! Boy, you want us to do it? The expression of the man in the gold-rimmed glasses seemed to change like a mask.

"Big brother, let's not fight! If his parents find out, we won't be able to escape. A burly man next to him spoke.

"Well, that's right, it's good if this kind of child is scared" The man in the gold-wire glasses laughed fiercely, and he didn't know where to find a knife in his hand, and the knife flashed with a cold light.

The man with gold-wire glasses grabbed an orange twenty yuan bill in his left hand, and held the knife in his right hand, and the knife surface reflected Bu Qingyun's cold eyes.

When he was ten years old, Bu Qingyun was already a fourth-grade student, and compared to him in the third grade, he was now stronger and more gloomy.

That year, he studied in the experimental primary school, but because he did not have his father's discipline, he was like a gangster at school, and his elderly grandfather could no longer control him, and the teachers in the school called the house with various calls.

"Your family is a mixed underworld, you don't do your homework at school, you don't read books, you know how to fight." This is what the head teacher said the most.

Later, grandpa couldn't control Bu Qingyun anymore, so he had to call to ask Bu Qingyun's father to come back, but he still didn't want to care about Bu Qingyun anymore.

His father also returned from out of town and took Bu Qingyun to a small county town in Shandong, where he met a girl.

One midsummer evening, black clouds spread rapidly in the sky like an overturned inkwell. The sky was drizzling, and Bu Qingyun was holding a black umbrella, humming a light song in his mouth.

He stopped next to a four-story building, where there was a small, narrow passageway, and a red back figure stopped in front of his body, as if waiting for someone.

It was a red long-handled umbrella, and it was entered into the Internet café by this narrow aisle, which was just the space left by the two buildings. The umbrella in front of him blocked in front of him, and he could only ask this person to get out of the way, Bu Qingyun stepped forward and knocked on the person's red umbrella with his own umbrella.

"Can you give me a hand?" Bu Qingyun asked, the big red umbrella turned around, and Bu Qingyun felt as if his heart had missed half a beat. The girl has a pair of black eyes, a pair of hanging eyebrows, and a round face, although it does not have the charm of a melon seed face. But it gives Bu Qingyun a unique sense of beauty.

"Oh, I'm sorry......" The girl looked a few years older than Bu Qingyun, and her body had already begun to develop, she slowly put away her umbrella and leaned her back against the wall, giving up her place in the past.

Bu Qingyun passed in front of her unhurriedly, but the moment they passed, their eyes met. He knew that the girl's eyes were indeed looking at him, and she knew that the boy's eyes were on her.

But despite this, he didn't speak, just slowly walked past the entrance of a dark Internet café.

Bu Qingyun felt as if someone was following him behind him, and turned his head, it turned out that the girl was following him, only to see that the girl lowered her head shyly, her fingers twisted her hair, as if she was thinking about something, and she didn't notice that Bu Qingyun had stopped at all.

"Ahh The girl screamed, it turned out that she was about to bump into Bu Qingyun, Bu Qingyun smiled and said, "Do you also want to surf the Internet?"

"No, no," the girl shook her head hurriedly, and then nodded, "I just want to see what the magic of the Internet café is, my brother is addicted to games." ”

"Really? Then follow me in" Bu Qingyun said with a smile, and after walking into the Internet café, what greeted him was a dark space, in which only a few old electric lights were still shining, and under the electric lights were white desktop computers.

The owner of the Internet café didn't ask anything when he saw a child coming in, and only when Bu Qingyun went to turn on the machine did the boss ask, "How many hours?"

"Four hours" Bu Qingyun took out a ten-yuan piece and gave it to the boss, and the owner of the Internet café gave him a white list, and the girl asked curiously: "Can you play the game in this way?"

"Yes," the boss retrieved two dollars for Bu Qingyun.

They found a place near the door, and the girl asked why Shi Buqingyun laughed twice, "When the time comes, it's easy to leave when the chengguan arrests people." ”

After turning on the computer, the reality was the login account password, and Bu Qingyun typed down one number after another and entered the secret.

Bu Qingyun first found the QQ software, logged in and asked, "Do you have a QQ account?" Let's add a friend."

The "some" girl typed a string of numbers on the keyboard, and a user with the QQ nickname Fang Ting was displayed on the screen

"My name is Fang Ting" The girl introduced herself, and the next time they played League of Legends, Bu Qingyun kept tapping the keyboard, making the keyboard make a burst of clicking sounds, Fang Ting got started very quickly, and kept commanding on the side: "Put a small cannon, put a small cannon" Bu Qingyun used the Mailin gunner.

Fang Ting didn't seem to be able to stand it anymore, and directly sat on the rattan chair under Bu Qingyun's buttocks, and the rattan chair barely allowed the two of them to squeeze down.

Bu Qingyun is like a thunderbolt in the middle, and the whole body only feels a fluttering feeling, and the unique attraction from the opposite sex next to him makes him fascinated.

Time flies, four hours of gaming pass before you know it, and when you go out, you ask, "When will you come back?"

"I don't know about this, it depends on the mood," Fang Ting said with a smile.

Can you call me next time you come? Bu Qingyun wanted to say this, but he shook his head secretly, obviously he didn't know.