Queen's younger brother of online games

Until he left home, he missed his parents for four years in college, and at the same time rejoiced that he finally left them. His personality became more and more optimistic, and he could quickly get along with the people around him, but those suspicions and low self-esteem had gone deep into his bones. Even though he looks very sunny and free and easy, in fact, many times he feels that everything around him does not belong to him.

Nothing makes sense.

He thought about it countless times in the dead of night, but he couldn't think of any happy things until he became addicted to games when he was a sophomore. They came from different places, and they didn't know who they were. No matter what you are, only you have skills. Well, there will always be someone who wants to play with you and give you the back.

Lu Yuan found a way to be happy in this process. When he rushed through the level with all his strength and fell into the plot, at that time he forgot that his name was Lu Yuan. He was just a person with the code number one. Say: Great.

He doesn't want to be too angry, it's good now, he can ignore these people, but they will still say that he is great.

In his life, he has received too few compliments, so even through the virtual network cables, the two words that cannot be seen in the tone make him feel very good.

But now, such two words still have to be deprived.

He walked around aimlessly, and he ignored Zhou Li's neighbors and relatives who greeted him on the road, and hurriedly crossed the road to a remote path, and by the time he regained consciousness, he had arrived at his former hometown.

In fact, the last time he told Mo Jianzhi about those things, he was not so happy. His grandma died the year before last. It was not because of illness or accident, but she died of a natural illness. Although it was a funeral wish, she cried one night.

He loves his grandma very much. In his memory, his grandma took him a lot when he was a child. At that time, his father was often not at home. His mother went to the tea garden to pick tea in hot weather because of taking care of him, eating, drinking and going to school. In autumn, he went to the mountains to cut trees. Working in the factory is very hard.

There is no way to take care of him, so Lu Yuan spent the longest time with his grandma. Although his grandma's cooking is terrible, she will give herself the most and the best every time. Lu Yuan was physically ill when he was a child. Bad love is sick, small and thin, and other relatives don't like him very much. He plays with a few cousins, and no one will coax him when he gets awkward.

Only grandma would hold him in her arms at this time, sneak out the Baiqie (a kind of rectangular candy from childhood, made of sesame and sugar, very sweet) hidden in her pocket and give it to him.

But since his grandma died, he has never eaten that candy again. The former loess house has been demolished, and the yellow mud and a few broken pieces of wood are all over the floor. There are almost no traces of people living there.

Death may be like this. No matter how alive you were, you will eventually be gnawed into fine quicksand by ants and disappear with the wind.

Until even the people who miss you are gone, then you will disappear completely.

The sky was slowly getting dark, and Lu Yuan still had to go back even if he didn't want to go back anymore. He didn't want to make his mother more sad.

His mother worked so hard to raise him up, and every gray hair of her now makes Lu Yuan feel guilty, it's all because of herself, maybe her mother's education method is wrong, but her mother loves him cannot be offset, He has to remember to be grateful.

Lu Yuan dragged his feet slowly towards the house, because his throat was still itchy and his nose was a little stuffy because of the too much cold wind blowing. The temperature at home was different, and the temperature was very low at night. May the big pants and T-shirt dangle on the road.

It was already late when I got home, Father Lu was lying on the bed angrily, Mother Lu was sitting on the sofa with red eye circles, the TV was on, but the look on her face was obviously not on the TV.

There were still a few untouched dishes on the table, and Lu Yuan felt sour when he thought that many years ago when he was young, he ran to other people's house with a few friends because of naughtiness and didn't go back all night. Lu's mother was busy from the mountain. One day after returning home, I cooked the meal and waited for a long time, but I didn't see myself. I was so scared that I cried and looked for him on the way home from school with a flashlight.

When Lu Yuan came back, he saw her standing in a pond not far from his house, holding a stick and crying, and Lu Yuan knew that she had heard people say that she passed by here before, and thought she had fallen into the water.

His mother used that stick to whip him until his whole body was swollen, but Lu Yuan didn't blame her at all. He still remembers the table full of untouched dishes when he got home, and Lu's mother's red eyes from crying.

He swore from that day on that he would never let this person shed any tears in the future.

So he never disobeyed Lu's mother's orders in these years. Except for this incident, he really didn't know that such a small matter would make his mother so sad?

He wanted to say, Mom, can you stop being so feudal, and stop looking at this matter from such a small place.

But can he say that his mother has grown up in this place all her life, grown old, and maybe even died.

Lu Yuan wanted to say: I was wrong, I will find a job and go to work.

But the corners of his mouth grew back and forth several times, and the words in his mouth changed from hot tears to cold wind, and he didn't say a single word.

Lu Yuan suddenly caught a cold the next day, and his nose was a little stuffy after blowing the cool wind all night yesterday, but he didn't care, and his throat became hoarse overnight.

He has a strange physique. If you want to say that he is in poor health, he is really delicious. Compared with the proportion of illnesses in the anchor world, he is really a very healthy otaku. But if you want to say that he is in good health, he often A cold is just a small problem, as long as the voice is not hoarse, it is not a big deal, it will be fine if you wear thicker clothes for a while, but as long as the voice is hoarse, it is very serious.

Tears and snot flowed all the time, as if there was a can in my mind, and it would roll around if I didn't pay attention, followed by nausea and dizziness.

Taking medicine doesn’t work at all, and hanging water doesn’t work. It takes a couple of weeks to get it right every time. Fortunately, no matter how serious it is, he never has a fever, so he doesn’t have to worry about his already low IQ being burned even lower. .

Seeing this, Lu's mother didn't force him to do anything. She specially made brown sugar and Sydney stew for him, and went to the street to buy a chicken to make soup for him.

Lu Yuan felt even more uncomfortable. He seemed to be standing in the middle of the single-plank bridge. No matter which direction he went, it seemed that he would be doomed.

On the fourth day, Lu Yuan received another message from Mo Jianzhi. Lu Yuan took out his mobile phone from under the pillow in a daze, closed his eyes and said:

"Which one?"

His voice was really hoarse, and his voice was all breathy, and it was still shriveled and pressed in his throat. Mo Jian was stunned, and subconsciously asked:

"What happened to your throat?"

It was only then that Lu Yuan heard his voice, the impatience in the words faded a bit, and with some energy, the sound in his throat was still like a broken drum:

"It's okay, I have a cold."

Mo Jianzhi was silent for two seconds and asked:

"Are you still home?"

Lu Yuan didn't understand, so he nodded: "En."

Mo Jianzhi sighed indistinctly: "I'm almost at your house, what floor and number are you on?"

Lu Yuan could vaguely hear him asking Leng Chong which direction to go.

Lu Yuan asked, "Where are you now?"

Mo Jianzhi looked at the road sign and said, "I'm here...well, Red Army Street...go straight ahead, right? Oh, thank you very much, old man."

Lu Yuan actually didn't want Mo Jianzhi to come, mainly because he didn't come here to make friends with him, but he heard that his position was only about ten minutes away, so he had to say:

"You drive straight ahead. When you see a street, there is a fork. You turn inside and you will arrive in about 2 minutes."

After hanging up the phone, Lu Yuan slowly put on his clothes. He was afraid that Mo Jianzhi would go too far, so he planned to wait at the fork in the road.

He hasn't washed his hair for a few days, it's dirty and greasy, but his head hurts so badly, it crashes down like a landslide and hits rocks, and he follows the zombie like a zombie, changing his clothes and going downstairs.

Mama Lu was mopping the floor when she saw him coming downstairs and asked:

"What are you doing?"

Lu Yuanna said, "I have a friend who will come over later."

Lu's mother thought it was his classmates or something, so she didn't bother to ask. When Lu Yuan walked down the stairs slowly and took a few steps, she saw a silver Q7 in the dusty street. Coming at a gallop.

Mo Jianzhi stopped the car in front of him, and Lu Yuan had already seen the neighbors around him staring him in surprise. Before he could say a joke, someone grabbed his arm suddenly, and Mo Jianzhi touched it. His brows were covered with sweat, and he said:

"How did you make it like this?"

In fact, his list was settled yesterday, and today he just had nothing to do, so he planned to find Lu Yuan to go out and take him for a stroll. For this reason, he changed his shirt and trousers, and wore casual clothes. He heard Lu Yuan's voice on the phone. Thought it was just a cold.

Seeing that Lu Yuan's face was pale and his forehead was covered with sweat, he realized that this person was not in the right state, so he couldn't help but harden his tone.