I had been sitting quietly all night, and the room was filled with the smell of cigarette smoke. What caught my eye was a sluggish young man in front of the floor-to-ceiling window. The cigarette butt in his hand had long been extinguished, and his lifeless eyes made people feel chilly. Dawn
The darkness in front made the room even darker and quieter.
"Ding——" A clear ringtone disturbed the silence in the room. The sluggish man turned around and looked at the vibrating mobile phone on the table. He stretched out his right hand. Perhaps he had kept this posture for a long time. His right hand was a little numb. The one in his hand
The cigarette butts that had been extinguished long ago fell to the ground, they shook hands and picked up the mobile phone.
"Acheng——"
The man's originally dull eyes finally had a hint of life, "Mom—" the man's hoarse voice sounded sad.
"Acheng, be strong. Xiaoru doesn't want you to be like this. How can your mother be relieved when you are like this?" The person on the other end of the phone sobbed softly, "Acheng, come back today and live with your parents. Let your mother accompany you."
How about staying with you?"
"Mom, I'm fine. I still have some things to deal with here. I'll go back and stay with you after I finish it, okay?" the man said in a low voice, his eyes seeming to recall some scenes.
"Acheng, if you are not happy, come back. Mom is waiting for you at home."
"kindness-"
After cutting off the phone, the man still sat on the sofa, looking at the ray of light through the black screen outside the window, recalling the heart-wrenching story.
In the confusion, a doorbell sounded.
"Xiaoru, help me drive -" Acheng, who seemed to have not yet woken up from his dream, was stunned for a few seconds. The man closed his eyes and was quiet for a while, dragging his numb body to the door. In the cat's eyes, there was a man wearing a duck on his head.
The girl with long braids stared at the door with her big, watery eyes. Acheng frowned and thought for a moment. There was no impression of this girl in his mind, so he opened the door and asked, "Who are you looking for?"
"Hello, sir, here is a piece of express mail for you. Please sign for it." The girl said crisply and cheerfully. "Ahem." The girl looked at the house behind Acheng. She could still vaguely see the floating smoke. It was estimated that at this time
My mind was muttering about another heavy smoker.
After signing for it, Acheng carried the square box back into the house and hastily tore open the package. What looked like a motorcycle helmet appeared in front of Acheng, and he rummaged through an instruction manual under the scraps of paper.
""The World" will be more exciting with your participation, allowing you to start another life."
"Ding--"
"Hey, Acheng, I'm Bang Chui, have you received the things?"
"motorcycle helmet?"
"Well, it's the receiver of "World". You've been in a bad mood recently, and we can't persuade you. This game is good. Go in and relax, it's almost the same as the real world."
"Oh, I got it. Thank you very much these days. I'll tell Sister Ying at the company and I'll go to work when I feel better in a while."
"It's okay. I told Sister Ying a long time ago that you can relax more and I'll go to work first."
Looking at the helmet in front of him, Acheng had no intention of playing with it. He walked into the bathroom to wash himself, changed into a white T-shirt and went downstairs. The green lawn, soaring pigeons, and the noise of people buying breakfast downstairs filled the scene.
Acheng's ears, but unfortunately the people around him were not there. He ate something in a hurry, tuned in to the TV for a while, missed and confused, and Acheng became irritable. Suddenly he remembered the helmet that Bangchui had sent him in the morning, and he took it after hesitating for a moment.
I got up, connected the power supply, and put it directly on my head.
A domineering man in silver armor carried a spear on his shoulder, staring with fiery eyes at a knight-errant woman holding a sword in the distance. The man brandished a spear and rushed towards the swordsman dressed as a knight-errant. In an instant, the secret of spearmanship was revealed in the man's interpretation.
She displayed her dominance to the fullest, stabbing, prodding, teasing and entangling her like a dragon entering the sea. Under the ferocious marksmanship, the female knight showed no weakness at all. If the man's marksmanship was that of a dragon, at this moment the female knight was like a butterfly in flowers.
The elegant body skills and the elegant sword skills are swayed under the spear. The true integration of man and sword, the ultimate sword can only be like this.
"Welcome to "The World", I hope you will have a new life here"
"ID card number registration, iris detection, qualified, please enter the game character name, please select the game character attributes, please adjust the character appearance"
Acheng, who was shocked by the game entry animation, now realized that Acheng, who had never played a game before, could only choose step by step according to the prompts.
As for the name, let’s call it Watcher, and the character should use a realistic appearance.
His eyes went dark, Acheng was startled, and the screen immediately reappeared. If the battle just now made Acheng's blood boil, then the beautiful scenery in front of him now is intoxicating, with green mountains and flowing water, and the chirping of birds on the branches, completely isolated from the real society.
The hustle and bustle of the city, the mountains and the water all have reasons for people to be addicted. At this moment, Acheng seems to have forgotten his troubles and Xiaoru's departure. Maybe here can really heal the pain that pierces the body and mind.
Acheng was walking in the small village where he was born. He was dressed in novice clothes and coarse linen clothes, completely ignoring the pedestrians or players passing by in a hurry. Acheng was just enjoying the tranquility that this small village brought him. Acheng
He has never played a game before, and the characters in front of him sometimes make it difficult for him to tell who is the player and who is the NPC. No one knows me, maybe I can start a new life here, Acheng thought silently.
I just want to forget the girl I love most, the person who is going to live a long life. Is it really okay?
"Hello, young man"
"Well? Hello uncle, what's the matter?" Acheng, who was silent in the tranquility, was pulled by a peaceful-looking old man. He looked at the old man in surprise. Acheng was confused. This
The old man should also take the initiative to find players. Although he has never played the game, Acheng, who was poisoned by that guy with a stick for three years, still knows a little bit of common sense. If Acheng looks at the charm of his character at this time, he will know
, only a miserable 6 points, and most players have more than 10 points in attributes, so it is very rare for an NPC to take the initiative to strike up a conversation with Acheng.
"Young man, I'm getting old and I have some firewood that I can't chop. Can you help me chop it down?"
Chop firewood? Acheng was stunned for a moment, but he was fine, so he immediately agreed to the old man. But when Acheng followed the old man to the backyard, he was dumbfounded. Except for the empty space at the entrance, the entire yard was neatly decorated.
The wood is full, this is wood chopping. Acheng understands that he feels deceived by the old man, and is a little bit dumbfounded. He originally wanted to stroll around the village and look at the scenery, but the wood in front of him really doesn’t know when it will be chopped. There is really something wrong.
Feeling the urge to give up, Acheng sighed and said to the old man, "Do you want to finish chopping all the wood?"
The old man said with a smile: "Yes, I could chop these in half a day before, but now that I am old and useless, I still have to trouble you, young man. Don't worry, you can chop some for me to last for a few days."
That's fine, this is my hatchet, you can chop it well." After saying that, the old man walked away. Acheng didn't even give him time to refuse. He smiled bitterly, looked at the hatchet in his hand, and sat down.
On the wooden farm at the door, Acheng began his great business of chopping firewood.
