my cutie

The sound in the gymnasium was deafening, they called Xiao He's name one after another.

Xiao He leaned against the corridor outside the lounge and smoked a cigarette, his eyes were a little astringent.

He regrets that he can no longer sit on the field to fight, but he is also touched by so many people cheering for him for the last time after the game today.

What Mianfeng said today can be said to have drawn a perfect end to his career and the road of running with him.

There is no banquet in the world that lasts forever, and after a while the last craze subsides, it is time for him to really quit e-sports.

He knew it all along, and he knew it better than anyone else.

He walked out slowly from the corridor, the sound in the venue gradually became smaller, and finally returned to silence.

He glanced at the moon in the sky, which shone softly, and was half covered by the clouds next to it.

The night wind blew with a hint of coolness, and he didn't feel cold, so he walked slowly to the other side of the gymnasium and sat on the steps.

Looking at the swaying tree shadows under the street lights, listening to the sound of spectators leaving the main entrance of the stadium.

He smoked another cigarette silently, then took out his cell phone to check the time, and still called Song Yi.

But he didn't expect the other side to pick it up soon. Before he could speak, Song Yi softly called him from the other side, "Ahe."

Xiao He responded with grace, but didn't say another word.

Song Yi was also silent. At the end of the game, what Mianfeng said, and the last 5 minutes of shouting from the audience, Song Yi was not half excited or moved when watching the live broadcast, but was thinking that Xiao He would have How lonely.

Only those who have known him will know that Xiao He is different from all e-sports players. During his service, his eyes are really only on this game and competition. He can train intensively for [-] hours a day, and he can't be shaken.

In the past six years, e-sports has not only been a passion for him, but also the support for his survival, and this night, SG won the championship without him, proving their own strength, and at the same time To bid farewell to Xiao He's great achievements, the cheers of the audience seemed to be his farewell.

Song Yi's heart hurt when he saw it, so after the game, he was waiting all the time, just waiting for Xiao He's call.

Xiao He was silent for a long time, he knew that Song Yi was also silent because he felt sorry for him, and there was a hint of sweetness in his depressed mood.

He chuckled lightly and asked him, "Why aren't you asleep?"

Song Yi also laughed along with him, "I'm waiting for you."

His voice was very soft, as if a pair of gentle hands were soothing his painful old wounds, at this moment Xiao He's suppressed emotions surged like a tide, and were about to drown him.

"I miss you very much." Xiao He said these four words tremblingly.

He was about to lose control of his emotions, and lay directly on top of the steps.

The stone made his bones ache, but it made him more awake.

Song Yi can feel his emotions and his restraint from these four words, "I miss you too, are you still outside? The wind is a bit strong, don't catch a cold."

He wanted to divert Xiao He's attention as much as possible so that he wouldn't feel too uncomfortable.

Xiao He looked at the cloud that covered half of the moon in the sky, which had been blown away by the wind, and the full moon appeared before his eyes again.

"Well, I'll be back soon." He said calmly.

Song Yi vaguely heard something different, "Okay, go back and rest early."

Xiao He responded and asked him to go to bed earlier, then hung up the phone.

In the next second, Zhou Yan called and asked where he was, and waited for him to go to the celebration banquet together.

Xiao He told him he couldn't go, he wanted to go back and rest.

Zhou Yan didn't force him either, he just asked him to rest well.

After Song Yi hung up the phone, he didn't go back to his room, but sat on the sofa under the quilt and looked at the phone whose screen had been turned off.

After posting for a while, he turned on the screen and opened Weibo. As soon as the game was over, he posted a Weibo on his trumpet:

"As I said, he is the best Xiao He in the world."

So #世界最好的晓河# was on the hot search again, ranking with SG winning the championship.

He clicked into #世界最好的晓河#, and there were many people talking about this topic.

——I just came out of the scene, and I regret not being able to see the God of the River standing on the field in the end. Two young ladies beside me were crying very sadly when Mianfeng said that, and my own eyes were red, even though I Not a fan of SG, but that man is worthy of respect, he is the myth of SG, but also the myth of PUBG.

——Mianfeng’s words really made me cry like a dog. Ever since he said he didn’t want to disappoint anyone, the tears couldn’t stop, and suddenly he felt very uncomfortable. This is the first big game he didn’t compete in. , I thought I had accepted the fact that he retired for so long, but when he could only stand in the commentary booth, could not appear on the field to play games, and could not finally stand on the podium, I realized that I had been Didn't accept the fact that he retired

——I waited for a long time in the gymnasium with my friends, almost everyone was gone, and the lights were dimmed everywhere, but I still couldn't wait for him to come on stage, and I couldn't see his figure, did it come from From now on, will you really only be able to see him standing on the field in previous videos?

——Actually, from the time he retired last year to the start of the intercontinental competition, I have always had fantasies, fantasizing that one day he will return to the game and play in the position that belongs to him, but when I played two days before the intercontinental competition I didn't see him in the game. When I knew that he was commentating this game, I knew that the chances of him coming back were not high.Originally, she had hoped for the last sliver of luck, but after Mianfeng said those words, there was a voice in her heart that said that he really would not come back.At that moment, I couldn't control my tears anymore, crying like a 200-pound dog, he is still so miserable, why can't he come back?

——No matter what, I will always remember the ID of SG-Achelous and the name of Xiao He. He is my only admiration in this game.

——It would be great if I could be his right hand.

There are many more Weibo posts like this. Song Yi read them one by one, and his eyes became blurred before he knew it.

It would be great if he could also become Xiao He's right hand.

He didn't dare to continue reading, fearing that those sincere and reluctant words would make him feel more uncomfortable, he put the phone aside, wiped away the tears when they were about to come out of his eyes, sorted out his mood, and leaned his head against the Wait on the couch.

He was waiting for Xiao He, the moment he hung up the phone he knew that Xiao He would come back.

Because he is Xiao He.

Even if he hid his emotions and didn't explicitly say that he would come back, Song Yi knew that he would come back. He was always someone who wanted to do something and would do it right away.

I don't know how long he waited, his eyes were a little dry, he remembered to pour himself a glass of water, and just as he lifted the quilt around his waist, he heard the sound of the door opening.

He didn't even bother to put on his shoes, he ran directly to the door and saw the person he was waiting for.

Song Yi met his eyes, which were dark and deep, and the moment he saw himself, there was a little more stability in him.

Song Yi reached out to hug him, "You're back."

Xiao He looked down and saw his bare feet, and hugged him tightly in his arms.

When he returned to the gate of the community, he saw a light on in the entire sleeping building. It was his home, and someone was waiting for him.

"I'm back." From the moment he hugged Song Yi, all the coldness he had in the night was dispelled, and he was warmed bit by bit by the person in his arms.

He didn't tell Song Yi that he was coming back, but he kept waiting.

He didn't know what words to use to describe his mood at the moment, he only knew that the person in his arms was the person who understood him best in the whole world.

At the moment of seeing him, all the heavy and oppressive feelings seemed nothing more than that.

He can leave e-sports, as long as Song Yi is still there, it doesn't matter even if he gives up everything.

Song Yi put his legs around Xiao He's waist, hugged his neck and lowered his head slightly to kiss him, asking him, "Are you tired?"

tired.

It takes an hour to get from the gymnasium to the airport, another hour to wait in the waiting room, two hours on the plane, and one and a half hours to go home after landing.

During this long period of time, he was exhausted every second.

But when he saw a light in his home in the dark, he felt refreshed again.

Like a person walking in the desert and meeting an oasis.

He shook his head and hugged Song Yi and sat on the sofa, just hugging him without saying a word.

Song Yi sat quietly on him, resting his head on his chest, and also said nothing.

The two sat snuggled together for a long time, Song Yi listened to Xiao He's steady heartbeat rub against his chest.

"You won't be the world champion in the future." Song Yi said softly.

Xiao He hugged him a little tighter with his hands on his waist, "En."

Song Yi answered in a low voice, "That's great."

Xiao He didn't understand why he said it was so good, just about to ask why, but Song Yi raised his head from his arms and looked at him, his eyes were full of pride and possessiveness, "In this way, from now on, you will be my unrivaled hero alone gone."

The expression on Xiao He's face froze for a moment, and then his heart shook. It seemed that a wave several feet high rushed towards him in an instant, but when it reached him in the end, it was gently blowing against his face.

His eyes were a little sour, and he opened his mouth clumsily, but he couldn't find the words to express his mood, so he could only nod in agreement like a fool.

"Well, that's great."