best day

Have you ever seen the fine structure inside a clock?

One is embedded with a gear, and a chain is attached to a chain.

This is just like our life, if the parts are working as usual, then three to five years will pass, and people will not notice the passage of time.

But if there is a problem in even the smallest place, the domino effect will appear in an instant, and everything will be fragmented and destroyed.

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Zheng Luolai really did as he said, went to the United States before the summer, and waved his sleeves without taking a cloud.

The person I spent the longest time on weekdays was gone, and Dewey was of course lonely and empty for a while.

But what can he do?

There was no way to keep him from leaving, no way to tell him to come back.

Because after all, it is someone else's life, no matter how unhappy I am, I have no right to interfere.

Fortunately, my brother still loves him, and my mother is still nagging.

After college, I made new friends.

Without the rogue Ermeng, she also spent almost a year of easy life in a daze.

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However, Zheng Luolai is different. He has to put in a lot of hard work if he wants to open a new frontier in a new place with the help of his father.

Busy work and fast-paced life can easily paralyze the nerves.

At the beginning, Zheng Luolai would make a few calls to Dewey every now and then. As time went on, the contacts became more and more sparse. Even if he wanted to chat occasionally, he didn't know what to talk about.

Living is very tiring, and caring about others is too difficult.

This night, there was still an exaggerated socializing amidst the feasting and feasting.

By the time I returned to the apartment drunk, it was already midnight.

Zheng Luolai reluctantly took a cold shower to wake up, and planned to pack up the documents needed for going to the company tomorrow before going to sleep.

But when I was looking through things, I accidentally saw a high-end laptop that hadn't been used for a long time.

This is because I bought it because I used to play games with Dewey. It has excellent performance but is a bit heavy. It is not as convenient as the thin Apple laptop.

Zheng Luolai doesn't like online games, but for some reason at this time, he turned on the phone by accident.

The game was updated for a while, and I successfully logged in.

The beautiful Elf Village was still on the screen, and Zheng Luolai's trumpet, who had only practiced level [-], was standing next to the tree house, where he and Dewey went offline a year ago.

At that time, Dewey still yelled that he was really tired from taking care of him, and he was going to eat barbecue outside to make up for himself.

Recalling the past made Zheng Luolai a little disappointed, but before he manipulated the character to take half a step, he heard a crisp secret chat reminder.

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[Private chat] [Smart enough to feel guilty]: (⊙o⊙) Ahhh!You actually appeared! ! !

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With such a lack of thoughtfulness, who else could there be besides Dewey?

Zheng Luolai lit a cigarette, and before he could reply in time, Erhuo kept secreting him again.

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[Private chat] [Smart enough to feel guilty]: Fuck, wait for me, wait for me!

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A few minutes after he finished speaking, a night elf carrying a bow and arrow who looked like Zheng Luolai's character came galloping on a shiny skeleton horse.

It's just that this elf is not only full-level, but also full of top-quality equipment, revealing the perverted temperament of a gamer.

For some reason, Zheng Luolai couldn't help laughing, and stretched out his hand to type.

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[Private chat] [ZLL]: Er Meng, miss me?

[Private chat] [Smart enough to feel guilty]: Don't call me Ermeng!I don't want to!

[Private chat] [Smart enough to feel guilty]: When are you going to get out?

[Private chat] [ZLL]: I don’t know

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Zheng Luolai finished his cigarette and wanted to say goodbye to him and go to sleep, but Dewey changed his car into a weird tandem motorcycle again.

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[Private chat] [Smart enough to feel guilty]: —3333—~ Let’s go girl, I’ll take you on a trip.

[Private chat] [ZLL]: ...

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Zheng Luolai hesitated for a moment, and then sat on it. Fortunately, Dewey took it with him, so he didn't need to touch the keyboard or mouse.

Speaking of which, this bastard is really good at playing games. Not only does the motorcycle drive fast, but he can also type large paragraphs of words with his hands while crackling.

Every time he passes through snow-capped mountains or forests, or haunted towns, he can tell the background stories with great interest.

Zheng Luolai looked at the screen absent-mindedly, and gradually, he seemed to really feel that this guy seemed to be around and making noise, making the deserted room very lively.

I don't know how long it took, but it seemed that the entire map of Warcraft had been searched, and Dewey parked his car on the wasteland, and released his white bear pet Hehe Le.

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[Private chat] [Smart enough to feel guilty]: How about it, do you envy me, do you want to play with me!

[Private chat] [ZLL]: Not so much time

[Private chat] [Smart enough to feel guilty]: QAQ! ! !

[Private chat] [ZLL]: You're a fool, you know how to play this, how did you go in college?Got a new girlfriend?

[Private chat] [Smart enough to feel guilty]: Why don't you ask me how much I paid?

[Private chat] [ZLL]: How much can you pay with your physical strength...

[Private chat] [Smart enough to feel guilty]:==#Don’t make me say as wretched as you

[Private chat] [ZLL]: I didn’t hand in

[Private chat] [Smart enough to feel guilty]: Ahaha ●ω●~~

[Private chat] [Smart enough to feel guilty]: You're old!

[Private chat] [ZLL]: ... Are you Ermeng himself?

[Private chat] [Smart enough to feel guilty]: Huh?

[Private chat] [ZLL]: How can you use idioms?

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But before Dewey could answer, Zheng Luolai saw the words "blood reduction" floating over his character, and he was instantly killed.

He was stunned for a moment, and reflexively pressed the option of running corpse, and then he turned into a spot of light and appeared among the gray and white cemeteries.

Within 2 minutes, the phone rang.

Dewey's voice came over as the call started: "It's all my fault that I just typed there and didn't notice that there were tribes. They're too cheap. I killed the trumpets. I just got rid of the two bastards. Don't you Worry, do you not know the way, wait for me to find a place to die and pick you up!"

Not long after he finished speaking, the small circle of soul that was so clever that he felt guilty appeared in Zheng Luolai's field of vision.

Zheng Luolai smiled and said, "It's okay, I should go anyway."

Dewey was silent for a while: "Oh, then I'm going to have dinner, you should go too, bye."

Zheng Luolai said, "Goodbye."

Then he looked at the already dim New York morning outside the window, and couldn't help smiling: It seems that these bastards don't have the concept of jet lag in their minds.

People who can simplify everything to the extreme are really simple and happy.

Just as he was lost in thought, Dewey sent another text message: "Brother QAQ misses you, are you corrupted by capitalism and don't plan to return to our China?"