Huan Leng watched as the man buttoned the hat of the padded jacket on his head, and walked to the front desk with his hands in his pockets. After paying the bill, he walked out of the skewer shop.
The waiter breathed a sigh of relief.
Just now he thought that these two handsome guys would fight over a disagreement.
Now at last one is gone.
He just dropped the idea.
Another person pushed open the door.
It was Huan Leng, with a deep voice: "Which direction is he going?"
The waiter pointed blankly to his left.
What kind of plot is this
Are the two going to continue fighting
It's almost two o'clock in the morning in the north, this winter seems to refuse to pass, the heavy snow has fallen, and the place is dyed white.
Under the street lights, there was no one there.
In addition to the auntie pushing the cart, there were a few sporadic college students who ran out of the Internet cafe.
Mo Nan was conspicuous in it.
Because he was the only one without a scarf.
When he left, he even dropped his hat behind him.
Snowflakes fell on his already dyed black hair.
It also stained a lot on the eyelashes.
He seemed to feel nothing at all.
He just stood by the side of the street and turned his head to light a cigarette.
The dim light hit his face.
Handsome, ruffian, and bohemian all become too vague at this moment.
Only the endless silence remained.
It's not that Mo Nan didn't miss him.
Simply like one thing.
When dreams are at their peak.
Young and ignorant are the happiest.
Six months.
It has been half a year since he came out of Tuhai.
really fast.
Almost as if he hadn't seen Bei on the field.
He almost forgot why he likes e-sports so much.
At that time, the family had no money.
They look down on the national game.
My father has always felt that playing games is not a proper job, and it is even more impossible to provide conditions for them.
His sister was standing outside the Internet cafe, with a steamed bun in her mouth, looking at the screen seriously. Although the guy never showed any expression, he knew that there was fire in the little facial paralyzed eyes.
"Brother, the Imperial League will win."
"Well, I will win."
"If Dimeng wins, it means that even if our family is poor, it doesn't matter if we are not favored by others, and we can get better in the future. Dimeng is not always favored, but they have never given up. .
"Ah, yes, after all, there is your idol Spade Z."
"Like a brother."
"Um?"
"When my brother was said by others, he was also very good, and he even got the first place in the exam."
"That's because I don't want others to say that Mo Bei's brother is too useless. He is useless except for fighting. His sister's grades must also be faked. Stupid human beings. You, a little facial paralyzed, can fake it. Old cadres are not allowed I eat spicy strips…”
"Eating spicy strips will cause stomach cancer."
"Damn it! You can't talk nonsense about small facial paralysis, you know? You will offend the vast number of spicy noodles lovers."
"oh."
"Oh what? I got it. Really, I was so worried about being your brother. Fortunately, I worked so hard to bring you up..."
"Won."
"I said, little facial paralysis, you listen to me carefully, I am your brother, you should give me the minimum respect..."
"Don't stand in front of me and influence me to see my idol."
Mo Nan, who was ignored, took a deep breath: "Little facial paralysis, you really only look at your face at a young age. Let me tell you, you can look at your idol. In the future, you can't just look at your face when looking for someone. Man, hey, listen to me, don't feel as tall as me, I can't touch your head, what are you doing so close to the wall!"
(end of this chapter)