It took Guan Qiu a half hour to stay in the toilet until he had digested the sudden huge change. He washed his face with cold water and then went downstairs excitedly.

Xiao Zhou, the network manager downstairs, was mopping the floor. He heard the footsteps and looked up, then mopping the floor and asked, "How are you? Or go back to work?"

"It's okay, it's okay~ I'm very good!" Guan Qiu grinned and sat down in front of his antique CRT computer with excitement.

Because the login has expired due to a long period of time.

Log out and log in again, select Jingyun in Area 29, and familiar music sounds sounded from the headphones on the desk.

He will never forget this account password for the Legend of Hot Blood that he has played for three and a half years and has never been interested in any type of game.

Enter the account number slightly unfamiliar, and the password is the pinyin abbreviation of the first letter of his name + the fixed number of his hometown.

Log in successfully.

In front of the ancient and thick background wall, the coquettish male mage with one hand on his hip and a small fireball in the other hand was swaying gently with the background music.

Guan Qiu pulled the old-fashioned headphones that had peeled off the skin and stuck it on his head. He closed his eyes and listened to the piano drumming mixed music. The pure and clean sound made him unable to help but cry.

"Haha, it's pretentious~"

After observing a while of silence for the past years, Guan Qiu opened his eyes and looked at the character information below. His name: [Police-free Good People], Level: [43], Occupation: [Master].

Guan Qiu grinned silently.

He is one of the top ten mages in Jingyun in District 29, and his level ranks in the top three.

Click [Start], and the screen turns, and all kinds of humans and beasts are coming from the earpiece. The fire wall, ice roar, and the sound of the soul fire talisman is endless. When you look closely, it turns out that it is a safe area in the league province.

He habitually pressed F10, and the character equipment window popped up. He was wearing a magic god cloak just launched in version 1.76, holding a 3-12 blood drink in his hand, and was a heroic figure.

Looking at the character's equipment, Guan Qiu was in a daze again.

These things were all his hard work back then. He was a casual person and had no money to spend money. He could only help others carry medicine and pick up garbage and sell it like a little bee.

After having some capital, I went down to the Pig Cave to level up day and night, got Zuma, sealed demons and beat equipment, went to the mining area to dig black iron ore to smash weapons, and got into the magic god set step by step, adding the only magic 3-12 in the area, and accurately adding 6 of the best blood drink.

The magic god cloak on him is even more famous. It was the first piece of Jingyun in District 29. He grabbed it.

When the 1.76 version was updated, countless guilds had new clothes for the venue. The battle was so dark that they were all out of the dark, and their brains were all out. The scattered people couldn't even get close to the refresh area of ​​the BOSS. It was already flooded by the firewall and ice roar. No matter how thick the blood was, it couldn't hold on for three seconds, and it would be black and white screens.

He also joined in the fun at that time. He was wearing a shop outfit, thinking that he would not suffer any losses if he died, and at worst he would go back to the city for free.

I wandered around the outer area for a few times, and not long after, I watched someone on the public channel shouting that new clothes were blown out inside, and then he followed a large number of people to rush inside.

The central area is densely filled with people, with fire walls, flames burning the sky, divine beasts roaring, and the scarlet letters "Master God Cloak" reminded on the ground are extremely conspicuous.

The equipment has protection time, and you can't kill the boss. You can't pick it up within a certain period of time.

His head was hot at that time, and he pressed the magic shield and hit the powerful potion and rushed towards the center. He was of high level and used the resistance aura to push all the members of the guild blocking the way and the high-level players surrounding the cloak of the magic gods and stood up.

After suffocating for two or three seconds, the shield broke and then died on the cloak of the magic god with a "uh" sound...

He didn't go offline, but instead clicked on clothes on the ground frantically.

There is a time after death that you can pick up items on the ground.

He had been waiting for the character in the picture to stop moving before he logged out again. When he opened his backpack, he saw that the God of Dharma cloak was quietly lying in his backpack.

The entire Internet cafe was sensational. When he put his clothes on, many people in the game were secretly secretly. The highest price was 2,000 yuan to buy his clothes, but he didn't sell them! 2,000 yuan in 2003,

Unfortunately, the good times didn't last long. In February 2004, his account was stolen, and all the equipment he had been getting back through hard work was stripped off. I remember that he was completely confused at that time, and he felt completely disappointed.

Not only that, the robber was also fucking. Although the equipment was removed, he did not change his password. At night, a good friend in the game brought him a Zuma suit, which was second to the level of the magical equipment, and the next day he disappeared with the account and equipment.

Because I don’t remember the secret security, I can’t find it back even if I want to.

There is nothing greater than the death of the heart.

In fact, after being stolen for the first time, he was already in a state of stolen, so when he found out that he could not log in to his account the next day, he did not have much emotional fluctuations, he seemed very calm, and even felt relieved.

That is, from the legend, the popular games that followed, such as Fantasy Westward Journey, Warcraft, CF, to League of Legends and even chicken-eating, he just tasted it and no longer had the passion he had before and devoted himself to it.

...

He left the God of Cong in a daze, and Guan Qiu calmed down and logged out and got off the machine.

Just now, he felt a fire in his belly, and he felt hungry.

I greeted the Internet administrator Xiao Zhou and walked towards the Internet cafe door. I vaguely remembered that there was a bun shop near the Internet cafe.

At this moment, it was already shining brightly outside. The vicious sun spared no effort to roast the cement road at the door, dispelling the last trace of coolness remaining in the air last night.

This is the back garden of the Shanghai Stock Exchange. A few years later, Anlin Town, the city center edge of the county-level city "Lucheng", which is ranked first in the top 100 economic counties in the country and has always been the leader in the coquettish county-level city.

But it is only 2003, and there are still several years before Lucheng takes off. I remember that the neat shops on both sides of the street have not yet begun to be planned. There are three-story commercial and residential buildings with mottled exterior walls everywhere, and garbage at the door is flying everywhere.

The spacious and tidy two-way six-lane asphalt road in the main road of Lucheng is now invisible. Instead, it is replaced by a cement road with cracks. The cars pass by, and the dust is noisy behind it.

The old-fashioned overpass that had been demolished in my memory is still strongly alive. Under the bridge, the drivers of the black motorcycles, and vegetable vendors gather together to chat with each other, and laughter comes from time to time.

Although there are no high-rise buildings and no clean and refreshing roads, everything seems so friendly to Guan Qiu. Even the dust in the air smells so heartless at this moment.

Despite being hungry, Guan Qiu couldn't help but want to shout a few times to vent his joy in his heart.

He thought of it and did it, put his gloves on his lips, shouting at the endless stream of road ahead, "Ah... I want a bucket of paste!"

The old man who was hutou who was building a shed to repair bicycles at the entrance of the Internet cafe grinned at him; several factory girls riding bicycles under the shade of trees on the side of the road laughed out loud, looked at him all, turned their heads and shoulders and shook.

Guan Qiu laughed a few times, touched his stomach and walked towards the bun shop under the overpass.

"Boss, come a basket of meat buns, add a bowl of soy milk, and have a little sugar." After that, Guan Qiu went straight into the bun shop, found a table with oily and dirty texture and couldn't see the true colors clearly.

The dark-skinned boss lady brought a tray of buns on the table, grinned with white teeth and said, "Xiao Guan, eat it first, I'll help you get soy milk."

Guan Qiu is a regular visitor, and he comes basically every day, and the boss and his wife know him.

"Hey, thank you." Guan Qiu said politely, pinched a big meat bun and swallowed it voraciously.

"Shit-so hot-"

"Well, the meat buns are still delicious nowadays, they are so delicious-"

Two girls who had just gotten off night shift at the next table looked like they wanted to laugh but were embarrassed, and their faces were red.

Guan Qiu, who was extremely hungry, never felt that meat buns were so delicious. After eating the 6 big meat buns, he picked up the remaining half bowl of soy milk and drank them all in one breath.

After burping, he was resurrected in full blood. At this moment, even if Asoki came over, he would guarantee to scream under his blue fire Gatlin: Adasivada Meadda~

Guan Qiu couldn't help but sigh again: It's so good to be young!

I remember that he stayed up all night before, but at noon the next day, his head was always confused and mentally exhausted, and he would not return to normal until the afternoon. However, after staying up all night, he was still vigorous and full of vitality.

"Boss, how much is it?"

“Old price, 2 yuan 5.”

"What, two yuan and five yuan?" Guan Qiu was stunned for a moment before he realized that buns cost three yuan and soy milk was 50 cents, but it was just two yuan and five yuan.

"It's really cheap." Guan Qiu grinned and reached out to touch the black elastic pants pocket.

On the left, it's empty.

Turn to the right, the pocket is cleaner than the face.

Looking at the ink black khaki work top that was close to your chest, you can tell what was going on inside without touching Guan Qiu.

"Damn—I don't even have a dime on it..."
Chapter completed!