Looking at the search page on the phone screen, Han Fei couldn't take his eyes away for a long time. He didn't understand why the comedian in front of him would search for such a thing.
In his opinion, the other party has everything he ever wanted, becoming an excellent comedian, having many works that are loved by people, and living in a spacious house where he can lie down on a comfortable and soft sofa.
The man in room 4094 was Han Fei's ideal self in his previous fantasies, but when he really saw him, he found that he was not only unhappy, but also in a very dangerous state.
"Why is this happening?"
Through a brief exchange, Han Fei could probably tell that the comedian was a kind and gentle person. When he came to visit him late at night with his child in his arms, the first thing he thought of was not all kinds of dark things, but that the child was sick and needed
help.
"He shouldn't live like this, such a person shouldn't live like this!" Han Fei saw his own shadow in the comedian. He repeated this sentence in his heart, more because he didn't want to let himself be shaken.
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The phone on the sofa suddenly vibrated and received a new message.
Han Fei subconsciously touched the screen. It was a private message.
Jintou Ba Nao: "Can you contact Yan Zu? I sent him many messages and made many phone calls, but he didn't reply to me."
Jintou Ba Nao: "He deleted all the things in the circle of friends. When I clicked to check, there was only a blank space."
Jintou Ba Nao: "Are you there? Yinghuo? The number of times you bubble has become less and less recently, don't scare me!"
The person named Jin Tou Ba Nao sent several messages in succession, and then the comedian who was still busy in the bedroom heard the shaking sound, and he hurriedly ran out.
Picking up the phone, the young man immediately made a call after reading the message, but no one answered the phone.
I called several times in a row, but there was only a busy tone on the other side of the phone. No one answered the call, and no one hung up. It was like an invisible black hole.
"Why don't you answer the phone? Didn't you agree?"
The calmness on the young man's face had completely disappeared. Han Fei didn't know who was on the other side of the phone, but he could feel the young man's restlessness.
After opening the group chat, the young man privately chatted with a large number of people and finally received a reply.
After seeing the reply, he stood in the living room, maintaining his posture, motionless, and keeping his eyes fixed on the screen.
After a long time, Han Fei didn't react until he came over and saw the content on his phone.
A forced smile appeared on his face habitually. He did not hide the contents on his phone, but said with a somewhat lonely look: "A friend of mine is gone."
"gone?"
The young man glanced at the night sky outside the window: "Went there."
Saying these two sentences seemed to have exhausted his energy, and his already exhausted body sat on the sofa, like a shabby sack.
Lifting the thin quilt, he seemed to be looking for the medicine bottle that he had put in the bedroom, and seemed to be using it to hide his slightly trembling fingers.
The black mobile phone shimmered again, and messages continued to arrive. The young man clicked on the messages in front of Han Fei.
The man showed a completely different look than before, replying seriously one by one. Finally, he opened a group chat called Happy Community, looked at the profile picture of one of them that would never light up again, and wanted to say something, but
But I can't type.
Jintouba Nao: "@Everyone, it has just been confirmed that the youngest child in our group left three hours ago. His account data will be handed over to Yinghuo for safekeeping as before."
I’ll know in one day hahahaha: “Yanzu is gone? Are you sure? Have you confirmed it at the hospital? He is the most cheerful child in our group, and the doctor said before that his recovery is very good! We have also made an appointment.
Let’s go online and fuck foreign server players together for the first time!”
Like a fish drinking water: "The child showed me the homework he wrote seriously the day before yesterday. He clearly said he was going to go back to school?"
Looking at the information scrolling on the screen, the young man finally typed a few words.
Yinghuo: "It's true. I contacted his stepfather. Unfortunately, I didn't persuade his stepfather to reconcile with him until the end. I'm sorry."
Jintouba Nao: "Why are you apologizing? You don't need to apologize to anyone!"
Like a fish drinking water: "We all feel very sad, but don't let your emotions take over you. Please pay attention to taking your medicine on time. If Yanzu's stepfather is really unwilling to accept it, then we will give it to Yinghuo according to the rules."
I knew it in one day, hahahaha: "Thank you for your hard work, Yinghuo."
An account number and password were sent to the young man's mobile phone. He stared at the account for a long time, then turned on the computer and used the child's account to log in to a virtual game on a social platform.
This game is about developing a business style. The boy in the game is tall, strong, and very handsome. His signature is Yanzu Xinhu Fenzu, but in reality he is thin and small. He is often bullied and framed.
Not good at communicating with people and handling various relationships.
The farm he built has not been taken care of for a long time, and the last time he landed was half a year ago.
This game requires a social platform account to log in. It is completely bound to the social account and records various traces left by a person on the Internet. There is a memory screening room, a book of joy, a sadness processing station, etc.
The control villain is walking in the room. The only krypton gold item in Yanzu's cabin is a huge rare-level photo frame. There is a group photo in the photo frame. There are dozens of people in it. Everyone is an avatar in the game, but among them
Some parts of the image have turned gray.
Looking at the group photo, the young man slowly lowered his head and looked away.
Walking up to the young man, Han Fei gently patted him on the back.
The man could no longer raise his head. He supported the table with both hands, suppressed the choking, and said in a calm tone as much as possible: "This kid and I met in a healing game, in the group chat of that happy community.
, and most of them are patients. For various reasons, we got together to cheer each other up and persevere, but many of the avatars never lit up again."
"Did you create that group?"
"It was given to me by an old man who has passed away. I am the only manager now." The young man is a very good actor. Controlling emotions is the basic skill of an actor. When he raised his head again, his face was no longer visible.
There was too much pain, and he tried his best to show a kind of sunshine, even though he was already riddled with wounds.
He took out a notebook from the locked drawer and turned it over slowly. Different account numbers and passwords were recorded on each page. He turned the pages very slowly, as if the thin page was very heavy.
Finding a blank page, the man carefully wrote down the boy's account number and password. He checked it three times to make sure it was correct before putting the notebook back into the drawer.
"I really didn't expect that the child would leave before us." The young man stared blankly at the boy's virtual game character, the child's virtual account, and all the memories. No one claimed them. A living person. Finally,
Only this is left: "He is obviously the most cheerful and optimistic person in the group. Every day he encourages everyone and posts about his good changes in the circle of friends..."
"But no matter how much optimism you perform, you will never be happy."
Han Fei didn't understand why he said this. He didn't even know who he was talking about. Maybe he was talking about the boy who had left, maybe he was talking about the young man, maybe he was talking about himself.
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This chapter has been completed!