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"It's a pity." Seeing the jargon that Dark replied, Chu Huang sighed sincerely, "This passer-by is a bit sloppy, but his consciousness, positioning, and appearance are actually quite thoughtful."

Song Mingyi didn't reply right away, but Ju Rui said first: "That's right, and brother, have you found out that his outfits are all improved based on your thinking, such as the round just now..."

When Ju Rui finished talking dryly, he found that Song Mingyi didn't reply to him at all. Ju Rui drank his saliva and slammed his mouth: "Tsk, brother, what are you thinking?"

Song Mingyi set the button to talk, after Ju Rui asked, Song Mingyi turned on the microphone and said two words: "Wait a moment."

When he spoke, there was the sound of typing in the background, probably because there was some team work to do.

It's just that he was wrong.

Over there, Song Mingyi was having a private chat with Dark: "How old are you this year?"

"...18, what's wrong?"

Many DOTA2 teams have 18-year-old members. Song Mingyi quickly passed through several people in his mind, and only one or two "suspected" objects remained in the end.

And these two... are a bit out of line.

Either the waves are waves, but they are not as capable of returning as this Dark; or they have the same ideas, but they are not convinced.

"How long have you been playing professionally?" Song Mingyi asked again.

This seedling is really good. Song Mingyi wants to ask about his team information, and observe more in the next game. If it is really suitable, he will recruit his new team.

Dark replied: "It's been a year. You're not guessing which team I'm in, are you?"

The brain is still turning very fast.

Song Mingyi touched the knuckle of his index finger with his thumb, and replied: "Yes."

"...Don't guess, I can't guess. I'm not a DOTA2 professional."

Song Mingyi didn't pay attention to the hand on the keyboard, and sent out a period.

He really didn't expect it.Thought he was a good seed for DOTA2, but turned out to be a professional player in another game?

"What game are you playing?" Song Mingyi asked.

This time the reply was not so straightforward: "Other games."

That's why I don't want to say it.

Song Mingyi tapped his index finger on the keyboard, and finally typed a line: "Okay, type hard."

Although it is a pity, he has actually experienced such things in the past two years, and no matter how disappointed he is, he will get used to it.

"Let's open it." After closing the dialog box, Song Mingyi had just said this to Chu Huang, when he suddenly received a phone call. He glanced at the note above and had to interrupt the game matching again.

"Home phone." He said so, clicked to exit the team, and turned off the microphone.

On the other end of the phone was Song Mingyi who had noted "Dad". As soon as the phone was connected, the first thing that came from the other side was the cry of a child.

"Come here with 10 yuan." Song's father said immediately.

Song Mingyi reached out to touch the cigarettes in his purse, but found nothing: "What's wrong?"

Song's father said impatiently, "Your brother has pneumonia and needs to be hospitalized for monitoring. Hurry up and send money here."

Song Mingyi asked: "I send money to you every month, do you have no savings?"

Song Mingyi would send 5 yuan to his family every month, which was the request of Song's father in the year he came out.

Over the past two or three years, he has been sending money home on the 1st of every month.

Song's father's voice suddenly became fierce: "You ask so many what to do, if you ask you to pay, just pay, don't talk nonsense! If it weren't for you, why would we need another one? You should pay for your brother's living expenses! "

Song Mingyi squeezed the phone tightly.

He almost didn't recognize him. This was the tall and reliable father who loved him in every possible way when he was a child.He couldn't even figure out why the other party was doing this.

"What happened to Song Minghua?" Song Mingyi asked, "He is still so young, how did he get pneumonia?"

Song's father muttered a little guilty, but he couldn't say it was because the husband and wife invited him to play mahjong at home and forgot to take good care of him.

When they sent the guests away and went to see Song Minghua in the room, the child under 1 year old was lying by the window, because the biological parents forgot to close the window, the cold wind blew all night, and the soaked diaper It was not replaced in time, so it was pasted on the child's immature body, and Song Minghua was so cold that he burned directly and fell unconscious.

When I was sent to the hospital, I realized that I had pneumonia.

"Why are you asking so many questions?" Song's father was blunt and angry, "Hurry up and pay, I'll die."

After speaking, he cut off the line directly.

Pneumonia in a child under the age of one doesn't sound like the kind of thing a non-novice parent can do.

But the health and safety of his younger brother was in front of him, and Song Mingyi didn't have much choice.

He calculated the deposit in his account, first remitted 5w to Father Song, and then sent a text message.

——5 per month, plus your salary, you can save at least 1 per month.You tell me how the money was spent, and I will call you the remaining 5.

He knew that Song's father would definitely read the text messages.

It's not that he doesn't want to give money to Father Song, it's just that Father Song has the best face in his life. He has done a lot of slapping his face to pretend to be fat. Song Mingyi is worried that he will repeat the same mistakes.

After all, in the small town where Song's father and mother lived, the standard of living and consumption were not high, so there was no reason why they could spend money so quickly.

Sure enough, as soon as Song Mingyi turned around and went to the table to get a cigarette, Father Song's text messages were answered in a long string.

As usual, the first half scolded Song Mingyi for meddling in his own business, and the middle section scolded him for not studying well, not playing games, and liking men—this is also a commonplace reason for being scolded.

In the end, he urged Song Mingyi to send money quickly.

Song Mingyi found the answer he was looking for only in the short paragraph in the middle, where a sentence was mentioned.

Song's father said that he and Song's mother both resigned and retired early.

Song Mingyi immediately dialed a call back, but was cut off by Song's father directly.

The same goes for the second and third.

Song Mingyi found Song's mother's phone number and called.

Mother Song answered quickly.

"Hello? Mingyi..." Song's mother's voice sounded weak and sad. Compared with Song's father, she was a little better at handling emotions, "How are you doing recently? Are you busy? How is your body?"

If Song Mingyi hadn't heard from other relatives that Song's mother urged Song's father to drive him out of the house and asked him to send money home, he would have thought that Song's mother was really a gentle mother who cared for her parents and children.

"Both of you resigned?" Song Mingyi asked directly.

Song's mother was silent for a while: "Yes, my health is really bad, you know, I can still give birth to your brother at my age, it's really..."

When Song's mother gave birth to Song Mingyi, she was only 19 years old.But when Song Minghua was saved, he was already 43, and it was indeed a walk through the gate of hell.

Song's mother talked a lot, but she just meant one thing. At her age, she doesn't have the energy to raise children and work at the same time.

Song Mingyi expressed his understanding: "What about him?" Song Mingyi was referring to Father Song.

Song's father forbade Song Mingyi to call him father two years ago.

Mother Song hesitated: "He, he..."

Then Father Song's voice came from afar: "Did he call you? Give me the phone number!"

Song's mother let out an "ah", stopped her symbolically, and then fell silent.

Father Song opened his mouth to scold just now, but Song Mingyi took the conversation away first.

His voice was low and forceful: "Because I send money to you every month, so you just retired, right? You are still in your prime, why do you want to retire? Now that you are retired, why didn't you take good care of Song Minghua? And let him have a fever and pneumonia?"

Song Mingyi said the reason directly, "You guys brought someone to play at home again tonight."

Father Song's face turned blue and purple while holding the phone, unable to refute.

Song Mingyi said again: "You go back to work, and I will give you the remaining 5."

What responded to him was Father Song's even harsher abuse.

Song Mingyi listened to it without changing his face, until Father Song got tired of cursing and asked in a hoarse voice: "You bastard, you don't even fart when I talk to you?"

"Uncle," a strange woman's voice sounded on the phone, "If you want to make noise, don't make noise outside the ward, okay? You woke up all the children inside."

Father Song came back angrily: "I..."

But just as he opened his mouth, the child's father came out of the ward: "Who are you pretending to be my father with? You go farther and make a phone call! If you keep talking uncleanly, I will throw you out."

Father Song then walked out of the hospital cursing, but when he picked up the phone, he found that the phone was already dark.

It rained a little that night.

After the winter, Song Mingyi obviously found that the injured index finger was a little sluggish, and now it was raining, it was so painful that he couldn't sleep.

He simply turned over and got up, went to the balcony and lit a cigarette.

With the faint flame of the lighter, he realized that his right hand holding the lighter was trembling slightly.

To be precise, it was the index finger that was trembling.

He clenched his teeth, bit the cigarette butt in his mouth, and gently held his left hand with his right hand.

There was a torrential rain outside the window, the strong wind mixed with bean-sized raindrops, hitting the window sill and the wall, the rainproof eaves could not cover such a strong wind, a few drops of rain splashed on Song Mingyi's face while hitting the window sill superior.

At first he was still staring at the window sill, and finally his thoughts gradually drifted away.

He remembered that before he was in college, although Song's father was occasionally harsh and unreasonable, most of the time, he still loved him.

It all came to an abrupt end two years ago, the day he won the championship.