cry one let me see

That was in September two years ago, shortly after Song Mingyi won his third consecutive championship.

He was already well-known at that time, and Song's father, who always cared about face, also accepted the fact that his son was "playing games" because of the overwhelming media reports, and even called Song Mingyi because of a compliment from a colleague after seeing the news.

Because of that proactive phone call, Song Mingyi went home.

Father Song and mother Song didn't have much idea about professional e-sports champions, but the reporters who heard the news and the children who came to the door from colleagues' homes all reflected Song Mingyi's achievements from the side. Father Song and mother Song were surrounded by such a colorful situation, Gradually, there was a feeling of pride, and even the resentment caused by Song Mingyi's "disobedience" in the early years gradually dissipated.

After two weeks of getting along, the family seems to have returned to the harmonious appearance before Song Mingyi entered the industry.

As everyone knows, this is the real beginning of the relationship's deterioration.

After half a month of getting along, and before Song Mingyi left home, Song's father and Song's mother cooked by themselves and made a table full of dishes that he loved when he was a child. At the dinner table, the father and son drank wine and talked a lot with each other.

Song's father also said to Song Mingyi introspection that he also knew that he had a problem with good face, but unfortunately he couldn't correct it after so many years. It was all up to his wife and son to take care of him. He hoped that his son would work harder when he was away.

Probably because the atmosphere was really good, and after a few glasses of wine, Song Mingyi also became emotional, so when Song's father asked him when he planned to find a girlfriend to marry, he came out to Song's father and Song's mother up.

At that time, Song's father drank half a bottle of white wine, and his face was already flushed by the wine. Hearing Song Mingyi's words, his face suddenly turned from red to blue.

"What did you say?" Father Song asked him slightly tilting his head.

Song Mingyi's intuition was wrong, so he didn't repeat it again, but Song's father actually heard it clearly, and asked again: "You said you like men?? Is it the kind of old Yu's son who doesn't live up to expectations who likes men?"

Lao Yu is a colleague of Song's father and Song's mother. There is only one only child in his family. He came out of the closet by mistake when he was in high school.

Song's mother was also stunned, and she didn't notice the chopsticks in her hand when she dropped them on the ground.

The words had already been spoken, and there was no room for retraction. Song Mingyi could only nod his head as he watched his parents' faces suddenly change color.

After that, there was a lot of chaos.

Song's father, who was drunk, picked up the things at hand and threw them at Song Mingyi. Rice, vegetables, bowls, chopsticks, and even wine bottles were also picked up and thrown, smashing to the foot of the wall, smashing the ground.

Song Mingyi was dodged in embarrassment after being splashed with vegetable oil and wine.

"I'll kill you, you unfilial son! You son of a bitch!" Father Song yelled, and after smashing the things at hand, he was so angry that he simply raised the stool at hand and threw it at Song Mingyi.

The distance was too close, and Song's father came aggressively again. Song Mingyi stepped on the scattered vegetables and slipped, and just fell down on the sofa. In order to protect his head, he could only protect his head with his arms.

The chair was made of solid wood, and it hit Song Mingyi's right hand that was protecting his head with a blunt and heavy blow. There was suffocating pain from his fingers, and Song Mingyi even heard the sound of bones breaking.

When he took his hand off the back of his head and took a look, he saw that the entire half of the right index finger was twisted in an abnormal posture, and he couldn't feel the existence of the front half of the finger at all.

Song Mingyi was in a state of confusion at the time, and rushed out of the hospital directly.

After that night, he left the field for a while.

Until now, one or two years.

In the past two years, no more than five people in the industry know that his hand was injured, and even fewer people know why he was injured.

Song's father and Song's mother also called Song Mingyi several times in the next month or two, but none of them were concerned about his hands. What they cared about was whether Song Mingyi's sexual orientation could be reversed, whether he could pass on the family line, whether he could No more embarrassment in front of colleagues.

——In their small third- and fourth-tier cities, there was an "abnormal" sexuality in their family, which could be a talking point for neighbors for a year.

"Dad, my hand is injured, so I can't play professionally anymore." When Song's father tried to persuade him to "go back to the right way", Song Mingyi interrupted Song's father and said in a low voice.

He had just finished bone setting at that time, and a steel nail penetrated the joint and was exposed outside the bandage, which was shocking.

Father Song didn't hesitate for a moment: "...Can't fight? If you can't fight, you can still change careers, but let me tell you, liking men..."

Song Mingyi didn't listen any more, and hung up the phone directly.

After not contacting Song's father and Song's mother for two or three months, Song's father sent a text message, asking Song Mingyi to send money back every month, "We will pretend that we never gave birth to such a little beast like you!"

The grace of life cannot be cut off. Song Mingyi was at the darkest time in his life at that time, and he only wanted Song's father and mother to disturb him less, so he agreed.In the future, when they are father and son, mother and son, there will be only the relationship between money-making and money-making.

Later, his younger brother Song Minghua was born the year after he came out.

Calculated from the time, this younger brother should have been conceived by Song's mother when Song Mingyi first started sending money home.

Song Mingyi's memory is too good, and he suppresses all these memories in the corner of his memory on weekdays, but whenever he thinks of them, it is as if they were destroyed.

Recalling it this way, no matter how much time has passed, it is still suffocating.

Song Mingyi threw the burning eyes and mouth into the trash can, turned around and sat in front of the computer desk.

Anyway, there is no sleepiness, it is better to play two more rounds.

As a result, just after going online, Song Mingyi actually received a small window private chat after turning his head to drink water: "Why are you online again?"

Usually, Ruan Jun would not be so enthusiastic about inviting passers-by to play with him, but because the other party is also a fan of Song Mingyi, Ruan Jun has a good impression of this person whose ID is Soleil: "Together?" Invite over.

Song Mingyi was not prepared to accept, but after glancing at the profile picture on the other party's ID, he clicked accept by accident.

Dark's profile picture turned out to be a live photo of Song Mingyi's final championship year.

When the two chose their positions and waited to enter the game, Song Mingyi asked him, "Your avatar?"

Ruan Jun, who wears the ID Dark, replied briskly: "Our idol. Isn't he handsome?"

Song Mingyi stared at the line of words, the two points of heaviness pressed by the memories quietly dissipated a lot, and replied "handsome" with a half-smile.

Dark's information panel shows that he has been playing since Song Mingyi went offline, and the heroes used in each game are different, and the position is not fixed. He goes to all three routes, and plays in position 12345.

Song Ming asked, and Dark didn't hide it from him: "I want to practice heroes. Because although I don't play DOTA2 now, I want to switch to DOTA in the future."

Song Mingyi asked: "Why? You can't score now?" If it's not that you can't score, there is no reason to change the game.

Dark replied confidently: "I can play it. But I wanted to play DOTA from the very beginning, and so did my idol."

Song Mingyi was silent for a while before asking: "So you played other games first, just to imitate him?" Song Mingyi almost typed the word "I", but he deleted it in time.

Unexpectedly, the answer over there is quite reasonable: "Half and half. It is for imitation, but it is also for training ability."

Song Mingyi held the mouse and didn't answer right away.

I don't know whose stupid child this is, so blindly imitating others...

It is true that he did not make his debut in DOTA. Before he came into contact with DOTA, he also played RTS such as StarCraft and other MOBAs such as Warcraft. During his exploration, he found that DOTA2 was his favorite and most talented. It's only been so far.

In line with the idea of ​​helping the "misguided" juniors, Song Mingyi reminded him: "If you can achieve results in your own field, don't rush to change careers."

At this moment, the two matched to a round, and after clicking accept, they entered the game interface.

Ruan Jun saw Song Mingyi's jargon, but didn't reply immediately, because his intention was not like this.

His plan is... to get the grades before changing careers.

But there is no need to tell strangers about this.

In the next few days, Song Mingyi and the others would always pull Dark in the dark. He can play in any position, and he has a high degree of coordination, making it very comfortable to play.

Almost ten days passed in a flash.

During the period, Ruan Jun went online later and later. His reason was to train, but Song Mingyi and the others didn't care.

Before it went offline that day, Ruan Jun replied: There will be no fight tomorrow, there will be a match.

As soon as this sentence was uttered, Ruan Jun was vigilant, but he quickly comforted himself that the other people probably wouldn't care about this sentence, so he said goodbye to Song Mingyi and the others and went offline.

Ju Rui and Chu Huang did not pay attention to that sentence.

But it was a coincidence that Song Mingyi just received the notification of tomorrow's make-up explanation on his mobile phone, and when he looked up from the mobile phone to read Ruan Jun's words, his heart suddenly moved.

——So Dark is an active professional player of Glory of Kings?