Journey of a Thousand Miles

The mother froze, and hysterically threw all the test papers and books to the ground, "Do whatever you want! I can't teach you anymore!"

For the first time, Qianli fought for his own "freedom" through resistance.

He didn't want to stay in that home, not for a moment longer.

If he can not go home to eat, he is willing to go hungry.

That's not his home.That is their home.

He doesn't call that man Papa.For a long time after moving in, he didn't call him.Later, he called him Uncle.

He set the time every day and never stepped into the door until the meal was ready.Before that, he spent time in Internet cafes.

So, during those days, he visited all the nearby Internet cafes.There are many children like him who have no money to surf the Internet, and he is not impressive at all.

Once, he was wandering around aimlessly, looking for players with better skills to watch the game, but he couldn't stand the game if his skills were too shoddy.When passing by a certain seat, a teenage boy sitting there suddenly uttered a curse, and Qianli could hear from his cursing that he lost again.

Qianli thought for a while, walked over, and said, "I can help you defeat him."

"What?" The boy thought he heard it wrong, and when he turned his head and saw a kid, he shook his hands impatiently, "Go, go, leave me alone."

"I can help you defeat him." Qianli repeated.

"Damn—" The boy took down the cigarette butt in his mouth, extinguished it, and looked at Qianli carefully, "Well, you can think about it, if you can't beat him, I will beat you."

"Okay." Qianli said firmly.

Qianli sat in that seat amidst the smog, touched the long-lost keyboard and mouse, stared at the screen intently, took a deep breath, and was as solemn and cautious as a general before he set off for an expedition.

Qianli is not 100% confident, he just wants to do one thing very much.

After a few minutes, the fight was over.

Thousands of miles won.

"Hehe," the boy raised his eyebrows, "I've got something to do, boy, can I win another game?"

"Yes." Qianli nodded.

Qianli played several rounds in a row, and the young man looked at him with admiration. Even after Qianli lost regrettably, he did not get angry. When he left, he still "given" the remaining 10 minutes of his computer time to Qianli after Qianli asked him. Thousands of miles away.

Feeling like a treasure for thousands of miles, he sat solemnly in front of the computer, moved the mouse with his right hand trembling slightly, and double-clicked an icon on the desktop.

The game login interface popped up soon.

Memorize the game account number and password by heart.

Qianli's heart was beating wildly.

Just now he was threatened that he would be beaten if he lost, but he was not afraid.

Now, he is afraid.

Slowly, he pressed the button below the screen.

enter the game.

Huaguang flashed, and a figure of a jade tree facing the wind appeared in the center of the screen.

Thousands of miles to find the wind.

Caught off guard, big tears welled up in his eyes.

Father plays all games with the same ID.

Thousands of miles to find the wind.

At that time, he thought very much that this ID would become famous as he traveled the rivers and lakes for many years, how romantic it would be.

"What's the meaning of this name?" The curious baby Qianli always grabbed him and asked non-stop.

"Haha, think about it for yourself~" my father said mischievously.

Years later, he understood.

Thousands of miles to find the wind.

Thousands of miles to find maple.

In the lower right corner of the screen, the "Friends" icon was beating crazily, like hands constantly urging him.

The mouse clicked and clicked, and the dialog box appeared page by page.

Those are my father's friends.

My father has a group of good brothers in the online world.

They eagerly asked, Qianli, where have you been?

But he couldn't type a word.

His vision was hazy, and tears even dripped down on the keyboard.Qianli hurriedly turned off the phone in a very rough way, and his face was reflected on the pitch-black monitor.

My heart is so tight that I can't breathe.

He thought that seeing his father in the game would relieve the overwhelming and inescapable longing.

However, it hurts even more.

After that, Qianli never logged into this account again.

Never dare again.

However, he still hangs out in Internet cafes.

Moreover, I accidentally found a "way to make money".

Until junior high school, he didn't have any pocket money. His mother thought that he would be powerless to struggle under such "economic sanctions". Bar?

The mother did not expect that the imagination of children is endless.

Qianli has launched his "representative playing" business, wherever there is a need, he will go there, no matter what game, he will not refuse anyone, as long as he can play a game or two.And his record is also very unstable, sometimes the opponent is too strong, sometimes the hand feel is not good, so the "customer" experience is also ups and downs, rewarding him with a bottle of drink when he is happy, and hitting people when he is unhappy.Hard work pays off, under the "conscientiousness" of thousands of miles, several Internet cafes in the surrounding area know that there is a number one elementary school student like him, whose level is comparable to that of many middle school students, and he is also quite honest. Therefore, some people have to go out on the way to surf the Internet. When I need to hang up the phone for a meal or something, I don't mind giving Qianli a while to play, so I let him look at the phone by the way.

Before I knew it, I was in high school.

In the past few years, Internet cafes have also undergone various upgrades, some closed down, and some newly opened. On the first day of high school, Qianli found a new "battlefield".

Feilang Internet Cafe is located on the road between home and school, but it is not close to both sides, so the probability of being found is greatly reduced. Anyway, Qianli has a student card, and it is free to transfer to the bus.

Feilang Internet Cafe is a semi-black Internet cafe, or not so formal regular Internet cafe.Generally speaking, you also need to register your ID card to surf the Internet here. If you don’t have one, the network administrator will find a way for you depending on the situation.Students are the largest customer group of Internet cafes. To make money, most people will do everything possible to exploit policy loopholes.

Moreover, some machines in this Internet cafe are relatively high-end, and the configurations are closely following the latest trends. After playing games, many home computer experiences are blown away.

The disadvantage is that it is more expensive.

Qianli doesn't play "substitute fights" in pediatrics anymore. After many years of anti-Japanese war, he has finally achieved a certain degree of "financial freedom" - food money!

Is surfing the Internet more important than eating?Internet is important.

After a period of time, the owner of the Internet cafe gradually noticed the high school student.

At that time, more than half of the people who went online were playing "Heart of the Fighter", and Qianli was no exception. In order to save money, all he wanted was the cheapest machine. kind of.

Those who want that kind of machine are usually watching movies or playing other old games. How can anyone use it to play "Heart of the Fighter" like Qianli?

But Qianli is so fearless.

The boss noticed him for one simple reason—he came every day.

There are quite a few students who often come to the Internet. It is very rare for children like Qianli to check in regardless of the weather and never miss the daily report. Every once in a while there will always be insufficient pocket money or the teacher’s parents are too strict when the exam is approaching. problem?

Curiosity is curiosity, and the boss may not care too much, he is just a businessman.

Unexpectedly, he didn't want to take care of things, and the matter came to him by himself.

It was an inconspicuous day, everything was as usual, the boss was busy at the cash register, when he suddenly heard some noise coming from a certain place in the internet cafe.

The boss frowned and ran over quickly.

Pushing aside the crowd of onlookers, they squeezed in and saw that the two were facing each other across the aisle.

A young man with dyed yellow hair, and a teenager in school uniform.

The boss was startled, and the people around him didn't mean to meddle in other people's business. Anyone with a discerning eye could understand at a glance that the yellow hair was not a serious person.

After asking an old customer quietly, the boss finally sorted out his thoughts.

It turned out that Huang Mao was playing "Heart of the Fighter" before, and he "robbed" on the road with his friends, that is, killing people and exploding things. Targets without the full level were attacked, and valuable things didn’t explode much, so they just wanted to have fun, and while they were killing it, they kept bragging, causing tons of sound pollution to the people around them. Can't cover it.

Others could change their seats if they couldn't stand the big deal, and they couldn't do it for thousands of miles... This is his royal seat.

So, no one would have thought that someone would speak.

"What is there to be proud of bullying low-level accounts?"

Qianli wasn't complaining to himself, he was obviously talking to Huangmao.

Huang Mao paused, turned his head and looked left and right. The guests on the left and right looked innocent. He looked back again, and it turned out that it was the kid on the opposite side of the aisle who spoke.

Still a poor guy with a bad machine.

Huang Maoshu stood up, walked in front of Qianli, and said condescendingly, "What did you just say?"

"I said, what pride do you have in bullying low-level accounts?"

Qianli really repeated it word for word.

The people around stopped what they were doing, and all looked at this side. Jianghu's intuition told them that a good show was about to be staged.

"I like to kill low-level accounts, what's the matter? Did you dig your ancestral grave?" Huang Mao's voice could almost pass through the door.

"It's nothing." Qianli shrugged, "My low-level number can also blow you up."

As soon as this remark came out, the onlookers were in a commotion.This child, pretending to be aggressive is not picking at this time, he will be beaten out of the sky in minutes before he is struck by lightning.

"Hey, it's so powerful, I want to see and see. If you have the ability to boast, you will have the ability to pay for it. Do you dare to bet 100 yuan?" Huang Mao said cheerfully.