Journey of a Thousand Miles

The two chatted enthusiastically while eating, forming a unique landscape in this elegant restaurant, but no, looking at the other guests, all the men were in suits and leather shoes, and all the women were fashionable and luxurious, but the two of them were alone. , jeans, sneakers, home sweaters, down jackets... At first glance, they are just two ordinary college students, no matter how you think about it, this is not where they should come from.

But neither of them cared about the eyes of the outside world, and they were almost sure that no one would recognize the two of them in this kind of occasion...

After eating and drinking enough, Qianli hiccupped, followed Wu Jiu and went out contentedly, Wu Jiu raised his hand and looked at his watch, "There is still enough time, let's go somewhere."

"where?"

"Just follow me." Wu Jiu smiled mysteriously.

The two got on the subway, and the subway at night was very lively, not to mention that today is Singles' Day, many people don't care what the meaning of this day is, anyway, they have festivals.

The two were squeezed into the crowd, Wu Jiu supported the pillars, and Wu Jiu supported Wu Jiu for thousands of miles. There were only people around, but it was not noisy. People played with mobile phones, listened to music, or just stared blankly. Looking ahead, with a cold and numb expression, this is the daily picture of the subway.Wujiu and Qianli were close together, sometimes rubbed and bumped by people going up and down, and even stepped on a few times, Qianli looked down at his shoes, then met Wujiu's gaze when he looked up, and looked at the two Seconds later, both of them laughed foolishly. They didn't know what was so funny, but they couldn't help laughing.

It's as if even the most insignificant mundane things are painted in rainbow colors.

The subway has been running for a long time, stopping at one stop after another, and the flow of people has gradually become scarce. This is a car that is indeed heading to the edge of the city...

The place where the two got off the bus was very close to the terminal. After leaving the station, Qianli looked up and saw that the tall buildings lined up, the brilliant neon lights, and the bustling crowds were gone, but he saw a group of people standing in the night sky. Round dreamlike, sparkling circles.

That's... a ferris wheel.

"That's where we're going," Wugui said.

"I didn't expect you to be so girlish." When the two came to the entrance under the Ferris wheel with the printed tickets, Qianli teased.

They happened to be in the last round, and the tourists were almost gone, so they could occupy a private box for the two of them luxuriously and willfully.

Wu Jiu looked at him, "Climbing high and looking far, this is a kind of spirit."

"Come on, what are you looking at in the dark—"

When the two of them boarded the box and slowly ascended with the rotation of the axis, Qianli's complaints were gradually blocked back by the magnificence in front of him.

On the far side, there is a prosperous and prosperous world intertwined with bright golden beads and silver threads.

They stood up and looked at silently. In the darkness, the two teenagers stood in front of the transparent glass window of the box. Two separate but connected silhouettes were outlined by the dim light.

"The city also has the scenery of the city." Wu Jiu said.

Yes, cities also have urban landscapes, and this is a unique landscape that only human civilization can create.Some people like it, some people hate it, some people get used to it, for Wu Jiu, it should be a habit, after all, he was born and raised here, even though he also complained self-deprecatingly about the pressure of being a city resident. Big, but deep down, this is still the hometown he can't leave behind.

Wu Jiu quietly stretched out his left hand and grabbed Qian Li's right hand.

That hand obviously paused, but it didn't retract, and the two hands just slowly and slowly intertwined their fingers.

Wugui thought, the so-called empathy is really difficult.He will never be able to truly understand the despair that Qianli used to live under the fence and struggle for a place to live, just as Qianli will not be able to understand the sadness that he falls into when he has no worries about food and clothing under the gloomy gaze of the god of death.Qianli is willing to leave his hometown without a trace of nostalgia, while Wujiu is holding the person he also loves in this hometown that he loves silently.

How much do people who say they understand actually understand?

However, that can't stop me from wanting to accompany you.

This is the case between people. Knowing that they are born alone, they are still tirelessly seeking a partner. Knowing that human nature is different, they still persevere in their desire to understand. Thousands of people who came later went forward and continued, regardless of their own safety.

In some people's eyes, this is the cruelty of the world.

In some people's eyes, this is the beauty of the world.

As a result, Qianli gave nothing to Wu Jiu, and Wu Jiu made it clear that he didn't need it. In his words, they all lived together, and they didn't see each other when they looked up. Material things didn't mean much.Both of these two are honest people, and the biggest advantage of getting along is that if you say no, you really don't want it.

The autumn meeting was approaching, and one day, Chongchong let out a "huh" when he was at the dinner table.

"What's the matter?" Mosquito was the first to ask with concern, stretched his neck, and subconsciously glanced desperately at Chongchong's phone screen from the corner of his eyes, but Chongchong didn't care much, and just clicked on the other person Ad-hoc conversations initiated by pro-gamer groups.

"Who is this? Who is looking for you?" Mosquito was on alert as if the enemy was infesting.

"Lonely ashes." Chongchong said without even thinking about it, and quickly tapped her finger on the screen. She returned quickly, and the other side was not slow, apparently guarding the phone and waiting for Chongchong's reply.

"Nani?" Mosquito raised his voice, "That kid? Why did that kid want you? Wait, have you been in touch before? How familiar is he with you?"

"Unfamiliar." Chongchong said concisely.

"No, there are so many wolves and so little meat in this league, it's too tragic," Mosquito shook his head sadly, "These people don't train well every day, what are they thinking about? Their hands are reaching out to our clan Here it is, it’s impossible to live like this—worm, come, brother help you get rid of him—”

Chongchong reached out his hand to block him back without raising his head, and was still concentrating on chatting with Lonely Chenghui. This scene made Mosquito almost break the chopsticks in his hands, Shura smiled and said with a face full of excitement, "Mosquito, You said it was you, right?"

"Sura, are you a member of our guild?" Mosquito looked at him, "What about the spirit of unification?"

"It's none of my business. I'm just a melon eater. You continue to produce melons, so be optimistic about you." Shura raised his eyebrows.

Thinking about it, there may be an advantage in the past when there were fewer girls in the e-sports circle - there is a relatively small chance that there will be some annual dramas such as love and hatred...

"He asked me about the Queen." The person involved finally put down the phone and clarified himself.

"Ah? What's the matter with the queen?" Mosquito also became curious.

"That's what the Queen's signature means." Chongchong said.

"Signature? QQ signature?" Shura asked.

"Hmm." Chongchong nodded.

The Queen's signature is an English sentence - Don'taskforit, earnit.Lonely ashes has not dared to add Zui Lingyun as a friend, but from time to time, she would sneak a look at her Weibo and space. The sentence on her signature has never changed, and it has always lingered in Lonely into discouragement, helpless... He is an English scumbag.

Not only him, nine and a half out of 10 people in this league are scumbags in English, and he dare not ask people in the team. I remember who said in a group chat that Chongchong is a master of English, that taciturn girl... She doesn't look like a gossip, Yoshi, she's the only one!

Chongchong thought for a while, and she understood the original sentence immediately, but the Chinese words... always feel that the translation is a bit incomplete, Chongchong thought for a few seconds, and told Lonely Chenghui—"The main idea is don't be bitter. Begging hard, fighting for it with strength.”

Seeing Chongchong's reply, he stayed for a while in loneliness.It really is Zui Lingyun's style...

Fighting with strength...?

He was lost in thought.

He is not alone in his distress. In another city, there is also a man who is worrying about the wardrobe.

"You've been doing this for a long time, what are you struggling with?" San Zhafengmang walked into the room while drinking a drink, and couldn't help laughing when he saw the appearance of the great sage.

"I'm thinking about what to wear for the meeting." Dasheng stared at the inside of the closet motionlessly, and said solemnly.

"……what?"

"Ah Feng, which one do you think is suitable?"

"Huh???" Sanba Fengmang opened his mouth wide while holding the drink, and looked at him with a mentally retarded expression.

"Can you give some constructive feedback?" Dasheng said.

"No, what's the matter with you? I haven't seen you so coquettish with your sister before on Valentine's Day?" San Mofeng leaned against the door and said.

"Speak well." The Great Sage said seriously, "This meeting...will face a lot of fans, so of course we must pay attention to appearance."

"We also wore team uniforms at the meeting, so why worry about what to wear?"

"..."

If you do this, you will kill the day, you know?

"Oh—" San Mofeng pointed up a finger, and grinned evilly, "I understand."

"What do you know?"

"Someone's drunkard doesn't want to drink—"

"Freeze said."

"If you have the guts, swear to God it's not for that who?"

"..."

"Tsk, if I had known today, I would have pretended to be an upright gentleman back then. Wouldn't it be nice to be honest? But you are amazing, ordinary people like us only dare to secretly admire something, you are planning to make a move—" The more he spoke, the more he spoke, the Dasheng was afraid that his unscrupulous voice would be heard by other team members passing by, so he quickly stepped forward and covered his mouth, "If you continue like this, I will tell you .”