cat writing love poems

Except for the short period of time in junior high school, Luo Jia never played shooting games again.

To be precise, she has no chance to touch the game again.

That short month seemed to be a stolen life, a dream in the mirror, the only rebellion in her smooth life trajectory that could be seen at a glance.

She lived in school for three years in high school, and her parents got her a public phone card. She didn't even have a mobile phone, let alone play games.

Finally waited until the end of the college entrance examination.

She followed her memory to download the shooting game she had played, but found that the game had already stopped running.

Like her crush that ended abruptly, there wasn't even an ending to say goodbye.

During that short month, Luo Jia went to that old Internet cafe every day after school, sat in the corner near the door, and fought in the virtual world of bullets and bullets under the laziness of the young man in the smoky atmosphere.

until a certain day.

During that time, the parents who often worked overtime ended their overtime work early, and when they got home, Luo Jia had just returned home, and she hadn't had time to change her clothes.

Her parents smelled the smoke on her body and asked her where she had gone.

That night was like a nightmare. Even after so many years, she still remembers that night when she kept crying and didn't dare to say a word. Her parents became more and more irritable and harsher. In the end, her father actually took it aside. The clothes-horse from her slammed heavily on her leg, asking her to tell her exactly what she had done.

Even I couldn't figure out why, my timid and obedient self just kept crying that night and refused to say a word.

Perhaps it was because of that short month that it belonged to me.

From that day on, her parents started taking her to and from school, so she didn't even have a chance to say goodbye.

It was also after she was suddenly forced to lose contact that Luo Jia realized belatedly why she didn't even ask his name.

His class, his name, was blank like a lost regret.

I didn't even think about remembering him in the ignorant chance encounter, so he just disappeared into the sea of ​​people.

After the college entrance examination, her parents allowed her to touch the computer and watch TV.

In the hot summer vacation when a fierce battle finally ended, Luo Jia tried to download the shooting game she played in junior high school, but the game had stopped working.

She sat in front of the computer, staring at the string of prompts that the game could not be loaded, and stared blankly for a long time.

Can't tell if it's regrettable or sad.

Or nothing.

Because she seems to have gradually gotten used to being obedient, and also gradually getting used to her own life trajectory following the rules, the only wave that turned the waves in the calm sea is also silent.

She didn't know how long she had been in a daze, but she held the mouse and began to click aimlessly. Finally, she clicked on the official website of the League of Legends game.

She remembered at that moment that when she went to the Internet cafe to find him after school, occasionally he was playing games by himself.

He played very well, and many people in the Internet cafe gathered around him to watch the game. Judging from the reactions of the onlookers, he played very well.

Seeing her coming, he raised his chin, signaling her to sit and watch for a while.

The regular customers in the Internet cafe knew that he was playing games with a little girl recently, so she made way for her, and she sat quietly on the small stool she used to sit on, watching him play from the sidelines.

But I can't read it.

After watching for a while, I was dazzled.

After he finished that round, he opened the little shooting game that he often taught her to play.

Luo Jia curiously asked him what game he was playing.

"League of Legends." He answered casually, reminding her of the danger ahead, "Concentrate."

She was playing the game and continued to ask, "Is it fun?"

"Not fun."

"..." She choked, "Then you still play every day."

He laughed, "Since I play every day, you still ask me if I think it's fun?"

"..."

He was actually teasing her.

Luo Jia pursed her lips and looked at him, "I want to learn too."

Under the brim of his hat, he smiled slightly: "You look like a good kid, why do you want to learn all kinds of games?"

"Didn't you say you can teach anything?"

"I can teach anything, but you can't learn this."

"I can."

"Understand this first before learning the next one, okay?" His tone was a bit disgusting, but he also had the patience and gentleness to coax a child.

It was impossible to doubt what he said, as if he would teach her how to play League of Legends when she understood the game before her.

"..."

But she didn't answer.

Because she knows, she doesn't have much time to study.

Even during this period of time, I was able to secretly come to the Internet cafe to play for a short while, and it will end at any time. The parents are just busy with work recently, and they have no time to take care of her when they work overtime at night. After they are busy, she has no chance to come secretly .

It was indeed the case later, it stopped abruptly, and there was no chance to say goodbye.

Sometimes I would dream about him, in the dream he could not see his face clearly, only a black coat like a crow's feather, under the brim of a black peaked cap was a stern jaw, slightly curved lips but patient and beautiful.

The smoky old Internet cafes, the blurry and flickering lights, the noise and chaos, are deafening.

But in the dream world, there is only the half-smiling silhouette of him sitting beside him with his head propped up, and the hustle and bustle seems to be far away.

He was dressed in black, and under the brim of his hat that he raised occasionally was black broken hair and eyes as dark as night, but she only felt bright.

She asked curiously, "Brother, why do you always wear black clothes?"

She asked nonsense.

He also replied perfunctorily, apparently teasing a child, "Because my brother is actually a monster."

"..."

She was speechless, "What monster?"

"Always dressed in such black, of course it's a crow."

She was speechless for a while.

The self in the game died.

She said slowly, "I think you're a crow, too."

He was talking nonsense at first, thinking that the little girl was so obedient and serious that it would be amusing, but he didn't expect Luo Jia to admit it the other way around.

He finds it funny, "Why?"

"You have a crow's mouth." She said seriously.

"?"

She pointed at the screen, "Every time you say that I will die if I go further, I will die."

"..."

He couldn't stop laughing, his shoulders were shaking.

Luo Jia silently started the next game.

Not long after, when he finished laughing, he put his hand on her head, rubbed it and then let go, "Why do I have a crow's mouth? It's because you are stupid. I told you that there is danger ahead and you still go."

Xu Wei once asked her why she played League of Legends.She said that she knows a lot of friends, but rarely sees girls playing this game.

At least, there is no Internet addiction like her, playing from morning till night.

Luo Jia couldn't tell, because the game itself was really fun.

But even after many years, she still occasionally dreamed of that short month, she dreamed that she opened the heavy curtain, and the smoke was so choking that it made people cough.

He was still sitting where he used to sit and played the game. He played very well, and many people in the Internet cafe surrounded him to watch the game, applauding from time to time.

She wanted to call him, but she didn't know his name, and gradually couldn't see his appearance clearly in her dream.

The memory will fade, not to mention the encounter is so short.

At an ignorant age, I didn't even think about leaving something behind, for example, an unforgettable memory.

The shooter game he taught her to play had stopped working when she opened it.

The window that pops up is cold and brutal.

Reminding her that life is like a vast ocean, and those who lose contact will never be found again.

So when she saw the League of Legends, she seemed to have found a little connection in a trance.

A little bit of connection.

A connection known only to herself.

Luo Jia didn't play in the Internet cafe for too long, when it was dinner time, Lu Ziyan went offline, and Luo Jia also got off the plane and went back to school.

A little tired after playing all day.

She ordered a takeaway for dinner, lay on the bed and checked Weibo for a while, waiting for the takeaway to arrive.

Since the Ss team won the championship some time ago, she followed a lot of e-sports bloggers, and her Weibo followers were few. After opening it, the homepage was almost full of e-sports information.

She knows very little about e-sports players, and the few IDs she knows are limited to the Ss team, so the Weibo posts are actually a bit at a loss.

——S7LPL All-Star voting.

Below is the published voting ranking.

As soon as I turned it down, I saw Crow's ID at the first place in the AD position.

She didn't know what the vote was for, but she was somehow happy to see Crow's name in it.

Going down to the comments, the hottest commenter said: Crow not only has the most votes in the bot lane, but he also leads in the number of votes among all the players. This brother is only playing professionally for the first time this year.

At this time, the phone vibrated, and a message from Lu Ziyan popped up in the prompt window.

"I have work next week, come back to see you."

Seeing the message, she was stunned for a moment.

Is he... is he reporting his whereabouts?

why.

Are you afraid that she will be sad after waiting for a long time?

Luo Jia replied a good one.

After eating the takeaway, the roommate hadn't come back yet, Luo Jia was bored lying down, so she turned on the computer and played games for a while.

Ever since Lu Ziyan asked her to play more Smash Bros., she seldom started ranking again. After playing Smash Bros. for a long time, she found it inexplicably fun.

Especially on the map of Smash Bros., there will be some small white ball-like animals running around on the map.

The most amazing thing is that these little animals can be fed.

Lu Ziyan told her that this kind of small animal is called Poro. When playing Smash Bros., there will be small biscuits in the backpack. After feeding these Poro, they will grow bigger.

The chubby white poro is really cute.

This round successfully fed another Poro, and she took a photo and sent it to Lu Ziyan, "This one is very fat."

Originally, it was just ordinary sharing, and she continued to play the game after posting.

Phone vibrates.

She thought that Lu Ziyan sent a short um again as usual, so she didn't rush to read it.

It wasn't until after the game was over that she turned on her phone that Lu Ziyan sent: "Do you want a Poro doll?"

Luo Jia was stunned for a moment, because she never thought that Poro could have physical dolls.

Yes, why didn't she think of going to Taobao to have a look, how cute it is to buy a doll and hug it back.

She replied, "I'll look online after typing."

After speaking, she ordered the next game.

"The official store is gone, and the imitation models made by some stores without copyright are not very good-looking."

He was very euphemistic when he said it was not good-looking.

Because he sent a screenshot of the buyer's show comments by the way, those Poro are crooked, their hair is uneven, and their ears are all crooked. If you don't know that this is a Poro, you really can't tell what it is ...

Luo Jia instantly lost interest in buying, "Then when will the official store be available?"

"I do not know."

"……All right."

"Do you want a cup? There is a poro on the lid of the cup, which is also very cute."

Luo Jia: "...Is this something I can have if I want it?"

"Ah."

"—?"

Luo Jia didn't understand what he meant by "um", she thought about it carefully, could it be that Lu Ziyan bought it himself and planned to sell it to her at a high price?

She thought about it carefully, afraid that she would not be able to afford it, but the poro is really cute, so she still couldn't help asking, "Do you have one?"

"No."

"Then... do you have any friends?"

"If you like, I will try my best to work in a few days."