In the Internet cafe, I taught a rural college student a low-key lesson
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After get off work, I finished dinner at a noodle shop, hailed a taxi, and drove straight to the most luxurious Internet cafe in the city - New Spacetime Internet Cafe.
It is located in the city center. The magnificent floor-to-ceiling windows separate the city into two different time and spaces. People inside drink high-end drinks, blow on the central air conditioner, and communicate with the world. People outside are running around in the world for a living.
From time to time, he glanced inside with envy and timidity.
I pushed open the glass door gracefully and walked towards the service desk. In my peripheral vision, people put down their drinks and mouse and cast envious glances.
I admit that because I wanted to watch the "Red Plum Without Resentment" video, I deliberately modified myself before going out today. I gave up the suits and sportswear of the past, and in a simple but not simple way, I showed my style that is consistent with the Internet age.
Characteristics.
The gray Yiminu jacket was unzipped, revealing a dark red tiger and leopard tie under the collar of a white Yixintai shirt. The septwolves belt was hidden under the jacket, and a silver-white key chain was slightly revealed on the right hip.
I moved lightly, and the Hengyuanxiang logo on the white cotton socks was faintly visible on the shiny black Senda leather shoes. I knew that it was all of this that revealed my aura of a civil servant.
"How can I help you?" The network administrator's voice was a little nervous, and his eyes were scanning the minors playing games against the left wall.
I saw through his thoughts and smiled ambiguously: "Open a computer, private room."
Box. This word with a calm pronunciation touched the nerves of everyone sitting there, and their eyes became more longing.
"Okay, please come this way." The network manager was relieved, bowed slightly, stretched his right hand forward, and led me into the box area with small steps.
The private room area was actually 20% occupied. It seemed that the living standards of the citizens had been significantly improved structurally. I felt relieved. In order not to disturb others, I waved my hand and let the network administrator go out. I found a spacious and warm room to sit in.
Down.
Double-click the penguin on the desktop, take out a small note, enter the number and password, and click on the "Red Plum without Complaint" video.
She appeared, wearing a silver-gray skirt, like the lake in late autumn, which highlighted her elegance. The gold heart necklace around her neck highlighted her nobility. Her bangs covered her forehead, and her eyebrows were slender, revealing her gentle and virtuous temperament. She,
He is a Chinese teacher in a middle school.
I lit a cigarette, blew out a smoke ring steadily, and started a long conversation.
I talked to her about my life, the hardships and responsibilities of civil servants, and some inside stories about politics. She talked to me about literature, about Li Bai and Du Fu, about readers and close friends. At this moment, we were far away from the hustle and bustle of the world.
Suddenly, a disharmonious scene appeared.
I don’t know when a rural college student sat next door (you can tell from his words, I really don’t know how he got into the box area, ugh), chatting with others (must be a migrant girl in the county), chatting in long and short sentences.
He talked about his experiences in the city, talked about Baleno and Giordano, talked about Metersbonwe and Anta, talked about heart to heart and pulse. My originally beautiful mood was completely destroyed.
I could bear it at first, but later on, he got more and more excited and even said, "I bought a set of double stars for the start of school this year. When I get home, I'll put it on to see you."
I was angry, but I didn't have an attack. I am a low-key and reserved person.
I told "Uncomplaining Red Plum" that I had to go to the toilet and turned off the video.
Then, I started chatting to myself in that low but penetrating voice.
"Anta's new spring clothes are out. I'm going to bring you three sets this time..."
"Don't buy me Bidenggao, I only recognize Senda..."
"You pick me up at the train station at 12 o'clock, and then we go to KFC..."
"..."
The sound next door finally weakened, and finally there was dead silence.
Suddenly, a pair of mischievous eyes flashed through the crack of the door, and I knew who it belonged to.
Maybe he listened to my chat, maybe he saw my dress clearly, maybe he smelled the noble atmosphere leaking from the crack in the door, and there was a sound of tiny footsteps escaping hastily.
I smiled calmly and continued to explore artistic life with the goddess in my heart.
When I went out, the wind was like water and the night was late. The neon lights in the distance told the prosperity and loneliness of this city.