I heard that you are the number one assassin in Tiandu

I found out I was wrong.

The big man is not from a "very good" family, but from a "too good" family.

He opened several other luggage bags, which contained all the gadgets that young people pursue but are hard to afford at this age: cameras, game consoles, computers, tablets, and brand-name sneakers.These things cannot even be described as "trendy" and "fashionable", because their models can only be seen in some cutting-edge magazines, and there are no actual products on the market. Even if they are available in China, they are not accessible to poor students like us. arrived.

As soon as he spread it out on the table, people would see it when they occasionally came to say hello and drop by the door. Passing on from one to the other, people in twos and threes came to see what was new. Asking questions, blinking and scratching ears when thinking hard.

I look tired.

I think of many years ago, when in the morning a bowl of white porridge with soy sauce only cost [-] cents, and the boss would charge [-] yuan for adding a bean paste ball, and then took the trouble to find me two dime coins, and the sugar water skewers dyed by the roadside were still the same. Four skewers for one yuan, and the diameter of the cut apple slices is only five or six centimeters.

At that time, I held a handful of change, and handed over my porridge and sugar water money to the proprietress of the small Internet cafe.

At that time, the battle platform was just emerging, and the most popular mode in Internet cafes was still the LAN mode. Only when the Internet cafes were not full of people, people would arrange a line to go to the battle platform together, and I never dared to play with people in Internet cafes, because they played games. Sometimes I don't look up, but if someone kills me, I will stand up and ask loudly, "Who hit me just now?"The county is so small, and I felt a guilty conscience. I was afraid that some of them knew my teachers and parents and would confess me.

There were a lot of viruses in Internet cafes at that time, and the security measures of the battle platform were not very good. The account I applied for last time would probably be found to have been stolen the next time I went to an Internet cafe to play, so I had to apply for a new account every time I went. account number.In this way, even if you choose the same route as before, after a few rounds, others will think that a rookie king has come to this route, greet me, call me "master", ask if I can play together, and ask a certain hero how to operate.

I have to spend a bowl of white porridge or two strings of online time to explain these things to them every day, saying that I am who I was yesterday, and how you operate this way-just like the big guy now, obviously too busy to take care of himself, too late to dry his forehead With sweat on his face, he even forced a smirk, and explained how to turn on the phone, how to adjust the focus, shutter, how to change the lens, and the game card to someone he couldn't name.

Fortunately, the battle platform developed an information shielding system later. When I go up and click a fork every day, the whole world is extremely clean, which saves me a lot of unnecessary wasted time and energy. It's not about not replying to someone who has opinions.This system is deeply in my heart, so I went up and called the big guy after a certain group of people had just left, and helped him manually turn on the information blocking mode: "Put your things in the cabinet and lock them, and go out for a walk."

I walked on campus with the big guy, and he followed me about a step away.

After walking for a while, he lowered his head and leaned close to my ear, and asked in a nervous whisper, "What are we doing here???"

The moon is bright and the stars are sparse, the forest is luxuriant, the breeze is blowing slowly, and there is a faint fragrance of lotus. What can I do?

Me: "Don't do anything, just come out and blow some air, don't you think it's cooler here than the dormitory?"

In the early autumn in the north, the wind that blows is just wind, without any humidity or heat. When I am in it, I can see it galloping from the open field, strictly following the solar terms table, walking every minute and every second Passing the stipulated mileage, ruthless and chic, like me, is a tough guy who has experienced many vicissitudes.

"Cool?" The big man gave me a painful look, raised his hand and rubbed his neck, as if a mixture of epidermal metabolites, dust, and sweat came off, "You mean here? Cool?"

This temperature is very cool for me, at least two months ahead of the temperature in my hometown. The most commendable thing is that it is not only cool, but also dry, neither cold nor wet.I am so content, I just want to take a bottle of the air here as a souvenir.

"Isn't it cool?" I said, "Then consider it a walk. Aren't many people taking walks?"

There are indeed quite a few people walking on this path near the dormitory building, but... they are all in pairs, holding hands and hugging shoulders, and some people are making more intimate scenes behind the trees where the street lights cannot directly reach. action.The big man glanced at the couples around in confusion, then looked at me, raised his arms in the air, and then looked at a man and woman next to him who were hugging intimately—that look, like comparing two notebooks when copying homework, seeing from Where to start.

I:"……"

Calmly and alertly, I took a small step back.

Seeing me get out of the way, the big man lowered his hands, with a resentful face, and didn't speak.

His expression seems to be silently expressing not pure disappointment, but the depression of "I knew it would fail, so I tried it, and after the last look, it really didn't work"—what is there for him to be depressed?

Seeing the snail retracted into my house, I changed the subject and pointed to the sky: "Look at the moon, the moon is so big today."

He looked where I pointed, he was very obedient, and he was concentrating on it, not only looking there, but also raised his face--that was a bit dull, like some kind of small animal relying on its master, or very Small, independent children.No matter which one it is, just saying that a creature of his size can listen to me is really a very superior experience.

Associating with people who don't like to talk often makes people feel uneasy, but the big guy is different from others. Although he didn't say anything, he kept the part he didn't say in his eyes, as if it didn't matter if he didn't talk. Anyway, I just need to watch You can extract the information by yourself at a glance, and the original taste, without any embellishment.

Although the food he invited me to eat was not made by family members, it was delicious with the anticipation in his eyes at that time.

I wanted to make him happy, so I started to talk about a topic he was interested in: "I can't take pictures of the moon well with my mobile phone."

The big man tilted his head to look at it for a while, took out his mobile phone to try to take a picture, and turned on the screen to show me: "It's too dark, I can't take a clear picture."

nonsense!Said that the mobile phone can't take pictures clearly!

"Ah, yes." I said, "Shooting night scenes should be done with professional equipment, right? Just like your cameras, you must be able to take very clear pictures!"

The big man thought for a while, then woke up like a dream: "I don't know, and I don't know how to use it."

Won't do anything with you buying so many cameras!

Me: "Oh, that's it, but I see you have a lot of cameras and lenses, and you look very professional."

The big guy doesn't speak, and his eyes are wandering - I can't see his eyes as long as he raises his head a little, and I can't extract the information to answer "yes" or "no", but I think if I don't stand like this in public If he did, he would probably start wringing his fingers again.

"You didn't bring it for others to see, did you?" I stood on the steps and tiptoed, "You are afraid that no one will follow..."

I don’t know how many nights like this, how many couples have stood on the stone steps under our feet reluctantly.They said good night and exhortations repeatedly, and rationally said goodbye countless times, but their bodies were still close to each other, wasting away affectionately.Those feelings that are inconvenient to express in public turned into tossing toes, and the edges of the stone steps were polished into smooth arcs by their elongated intimacy.

I stood on tiptoe, but was a little short of seeing his face clearly.

I couldn't help leaning forward again at the top of the pole...Accidentally, I lost control of the center of gravity.

This is a downhill road with a very small slope, and the stone steps are almost flat. I didn't expect that I would roll over in such an ordinary place in the game, and I was completely unprepared.But fortunately, it is not steep here, and I will sprain my feet at most.In the blink of an eye, I have convinced myself to accept this doomed result. Seeing that I am getting closer and closer to the road, I spread my arms and try to maintain my balance. If it is impossible, I can still support the ground as a buffer.

Suddenly, a pair of hands appeared in mid-air, its intervention and rescue speed far exceeded my free-fall acceleration, it firmly embraced my shoulders and waist, and lifted me up—that sense of weightlessness and stability The proportions of the car are like a roller coaster and the seat belt of a roller coaster. It seems that no matter how close to the horizontal line I lean, it will be fine.

I was put back in place like a wooden stake, and I didn’t even change the direction I was standing. It was about 3 seconds since I stood here last time, and I finished the second half of the sentence by the way: "... Are you playing with me?" .”

"Yeah." The big man responded in a low voice, then quickly shook his head in denial, "No, it's not... well, you don't need to talk to me."

He looked like he had screwed up something, and was so annoyed that he wished he could delete the file and start over.

Being in this huge campus, we are like newly created characters in online games. We have completely blank understanding of the environment and are ignorant of the rules here.People will inevitably want to hug each other for warmth and support each other, and hope to get to know as many people as possible with the least amount of energy so that the information can flow smoothly, at least to ensure that they will not miss anything before understanding this place.

This kind of "acquaintance" is just an acquaintance, and it may not be a "friend" in the future.

The big guy is just the opposite of others. He is ready to fight, like an enemy, with sincere eyes, sharing expensive items with strangers, giving detailed explanations like instructions, and using the standard of "making friends" to deal with "greeting" people.

He stood silently, tall and straight, but lowered his head slightly.At this moment, even if he blinked occasionally, the movement of his eyelids became very light and slow.

In fact, making friends is a very difficult thing.

This matter is so difficult that you have no time to consider whether the other party is rich and how many new gadgets he has. Just the "negotiable" item can filter out many nodding acquaintances and passing by with a smile, and then according to the degree of negotiable It can also be divided into friends who discuss things based on facts, people based on facts, friends who talk about people based on people, and people who don't care about anything and want to talk to him.

Of course, in addition to whether the concept of hobbies is the same, it also depends on the degree of affection for each other, like the big guy... Even if I don't have common hobbies and topics with him, he is still a person worthy of being treated carefully.

"Do you know the person who borrowed your game console today?" I asked him, "It doesn't seem to be from our class?"

The big man shook his head slightly.

I asked, "What if you can't find someone? What if they don't return it?"

The big man was still shaking his head, as if he hadn't considered a solution either.Tonight's cloud did not cover the moon, but spread over his face, as if bullying an honest man, and refused to dissipate for a long time.

Standing on a step higher than him, I patted his shoulder hard: "Ann, I'll help you get back later!"

When I slapped it down, my palms felt numb, like someone slapping a stone statue.The big man didn't move at all, and looked at me gratefully like a wronged child finally ushered in a savior, pursed his lips and nodded: "Okay, thank you!"

I can't help it, who told me to be such a person who draws swords to help when encountering injustice?

But my hands really hurt...

I couldn't help but turned around and blew secretly.