Dear friends, the small farmer worked as a network administrator for a day some time ago, and it was like entering another world in just one day.

Perhaps people never pay attention to this area, and the regrets that exist in the corners of the city are depressed in the dark night.

The thing that molested the beautiful webmaster on the Internet did not happen in this corner.

The emaciated girl behind the counter was only sixteen years old, and she dropped out of school before graduating from junior high school.

Wandering all the way to the Internet café in a small town and working the night shift.

Another male webmaster on duty also joked that the girl's age was too young, not only that, but the other party also perfectly interpreted the embodiment of the old network driver.

Brother Ren asked me how I felt, and I said that I was cute and shouldn't be working in an Internet café at this time.

The other party laughed and sighed like me, and then sang a strange song in my surprised mouth.

Said that if I did it for a long time, I would become crazy like them.

The personality of being a network administrator is almost abnormal, and it is suitable for young people who have no fixed place to live and are in urgent need of money.

They used their youth and bodies to reside briefly in a cold town.

Brother Ren told me that his ideal is to stop working as a network administrator in a few days, and he is ready to use the money he has earned for most of the past six months to work in an Internet café here, and is ready to play games to earn money.

The little girl wants to make some money, thinking about the full purse when she marries in the future.

It was like the first day I entered an Internet café to re-acquaint myself with this place that I frequented.

In the wee hours of the morning, an underage couple snuggled up to each other and fell asleep on the sofa, and a homeless man hid in a corner looking up at me, afraid of my drive, and eating chicken rampant on the Internet screen.

It was a very difficult job, not to mention the difference between day and night, and my mind was in a trance before the early hours of the morning.

It wasn't until a well-dressed woman entered the Internet café that I was refreshed.

The little girl at the counter said that she was a personality worker, and that she was very short-tempered and had no fixed residence, and that people here didn't like her very much.

I was intrigued by the idea of being a sex worker.

The fantasies that come from boyhood are hazy in distant time.

I deliberately stood at a distance and watched her, her screen playing the old version of the Condor Heroes.

The white little dragon girl filled my world, and my mind couldn't help but recall the first encounter between Yang Guo and his aunt.

At that time, Yang Guo was a teenager, and Xiaolongnu was also a flower girl who was a few years older.

Is Yang Guo obsessed with the beauty of the little dragon girl, or is he obsessed with her gentle and soft nature?

If it's the former, then what is love?

But in any case, I know that it may not be money that warms this lady alone in the middle of the night, but the distant love yearning.

I just don't know who is her Yang Guo and whose dragon girl she is.

I quietly walked away, put away my impolite covetousness, and lay on the couch in the cold night and swiped the book friends.

A book friend envied my network management work this night, and after explaining later, I realized that the network management department that the other party understood was the network supervision department. I would like to know what I think about public opinion as a public opinion watchdog.

Apparently looking down on me.

That night I was just a small network administrator, and I had nothing to do with rumors and public opinion.

In the world we know, a friend says that it is impossible to get the true truth unless it is experienced.

And some friends are indignant.

In the overwhelming messages, the comments of those Tihua Zhixiu will always be stamped with the bad taste stamp of "Comrade Chen Duxiu, please sit down and let other comrades speak".

During this time, the brain was in chaos, there was not much suspense and doubt, whether it was the three-color kindergarten or the sexual assault of NTU, the friends I knew were silent, and the circle of friends was very clean.

Until the incident was silent in the vast amount of updated information, I was too tired to pay attention to all the information and turned off all contact information.

All I have in my mind are memories of that night.

That small world has a dark, sad, and deep story that happens all the time.

And these stories that don't matter, stories that don't matter what can be understood, are the stories that I want to write that people feel dark.