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Lu Ziyan said to let her wait for him.

But Luo Jia took out her mobile phone and looked at it for a long time, and from time to time she turned her head to look at the door of the private room. In fact, he hadn't been out for a long time, and she couldn't calm down.

After hesitating for a while, Luo Jia walked to the door of the private room with small steps.

She opened the door, and the sound of keyboards and voices from the ordinary area outside suddenly poured in, the excitement was amplified, and the lights outside were turned on.

She looked around, but did not see Lu Ziyan.

He probably hasn't come back yet, I don't know what he is going to do.

The door of the private room was closed behind him, Luo Jia looked at the front desk of the internet cafe, but Lu Ziyan was not there either.

The yellow-haired network administrator is also not there, and is helping customers debug their computers.

Not far from the location, the yellow-haired network manager saw Luo Jia coming out, and after helping the customer to debug, he turned around and greeted her: "Miss sister, where are you looking for Brother Chi?"

Luo Jia felt a little uncomfortable when talking to unfamiliar members of the opposite sex, so Luo Jia hummed softly.

She didn't see Lu Ziyan and asked, "Do you know where he went?"

"Let's go back to the room." The yellow-haired network manager turned his head and glanced at the stairs behind, pointing her in the direction, "I saw him go up just now."

"Room?" Luo Jia was stunned, she slowly turned her head to look at the stairs behind her, "Does he live here?"

"correct."

"Is he... not going home?"

Suddenly, Luo Jia remembered the morning when Lu Ziyan had just arrived home, she asked Lu Ziyan if he had arrived, and his answer was, almost, he was home.

I felt a little dazed at the time, but he didn't go any further, so the topic quickly ended.

The yellow-haired webmaster held a cigarette in his mouth, touched the lighter, and said, "This can be considered his home."

Luo Jia looked at the stairs behind her. The lights were not turned on, and the corridor was dim. She didn't see that there was another staircase here unless the yellow-haired network administrator pointed it out to her.

She asked, "Will he live here when he comes back?"

"Maybe he will go back to the old house for a few days during the Chinese New Year, but it doesn't matter where he lives. Anyway, he lives in the base all year round, and he will stay here temporarily when he returns."

"What is a base?"

"..."

The atmosphere seemed to stand still for a second.

The yellow-haired webmaster's eyes suddenly widened.

He was surprised for a while, looked Luo Jia up and down, hesitated and said: "No, you don't know?"

"...Know what?" Luo Jia was at a loss.

"You don't know him?"

"Get to know..."

Under the incredulous gaze of the yellow-haired webmaster, Luo Jia was suddenly in a daze, wondering if she really didn't know Lu Ziyan very well.

"Forget it, it's a trivial matter, it's okay if you don't know." The yellow-haired network administrator pointed to the stairs behind her, "Voice-activated lights, go up and turn left to find his room."

After speaking, he clicked on the lighter, lit a cigarette, and returned to the front desk of the Internet cafe.

Luo Jia looked back at the stairs behind him, it was very dark, but there was a faint light at the end of the stairs, coming from the left, it should be from his room.

She was a little hesitant to go up.

He stayed on the stairs and didn't move.

It's not because she's afraid of the dark, but because her instincts are at work, because apart from meeting Xu Wei since college, she has never had close friends before, never went out to play with friends, and never went to other people's houses to play .

Let alone the opposite sex, the other party is still Lu Ziyan.

Just standing in front of him made Lu Ziyan easily nervous.

...Want to go and see where he lives?

He clearly said that he would let himself wait for him.

Behind him is the Internet cafe with bright lights. It is the peak season, almost full of people, and the sound of mouse and keyboard is heard.

The staircase ahead was hidden in darkness.

Like her fireworks that are hidden in a place where no one knows at this time, they are beating quietly.

She knows that she is timid, cowardly, and has no opinion.

This life is probably plain and stable, and walking in the world is ordinary and ordinary, and there is no difference.

but.

……but.

When Luo Jia saw that her hand was on the handrail of the stairs and her footsteps were on the first step, she felt that the cluster of fireworks was getting stronger and stronger, burning hot and unable to be extinguished.

However, occasionally, when that little bit of instinctive desire appeared, all obedience and security were annihilated inch by inch, and disappeared in an instant.

There's no caution, no unease, no more ruminating about whether or not this will offend the other person.

There is only desire emerging from the abyss in my heart.

want to be close to him.

want to get close to him.

Want to see him.

When he reached the last step, he turned left and it was his room. The door was open and ajar.

The light inside is faintly exposed from the gap, which is cold white.

Luo Jia put her hand on the door rail, and then slowly pushed it away.

"..."

The door opened simultaneously from the inside.

The black-haired young man stood in front of her, and the cold white light pouring from the room was behind him. He was tall. She looked up and saw the outline of his cold jaw.

Holding a cardboard box in his hand, he was stunned for a moment when he met her eyes, and then asked, "Lu Fang told you I'm here?"

Luo Jia stood at the door without moving, and asked doubtfully, "Lu Fang?"

"Network administrator." He said concisely.

It turned out that the yellow-haired webmaster was called Lu Fang.

Lu Ziyan turned sideways, closed the door of the room behind him, held the box in his hand, and was about to take her downstairs, "Did I keep you waiting for a long time?"

"No... not too long." Luo Jia told the truth, she checked the time, in fact, it was not 5 minutes since he left the private room.

His tone was a little smiling, slightly lowered, "Why don't you just sit down and wait."

"..."

She pursed her lips.

No answer.Asked: "Are you all surnamed Lu?"

"Well, it's my brother."

Luo Jia was surprised, "Your brother?"

Lu Ziyan looked down at her, seeing her stared blankly, with an expression of disbelief, he smiled, "Do you think we don't look alike?"

"……Um."

"There is no blood relationship, it is the child of my stepfather and his ex-wife."

"..."

Lu Ziyan noticed her sudden silence, and there were only footsteps in the stairwell. He said softly, "Don't think too much, there is no tragic past, it's just life."

However, it really can't blame her for thinking too much.

From the information she learned today, he doesn't go home all year round, and once in a while, he lives in this Internet cafe instead of going back to his own home. His parents divorced and he has a new family. He changed his name, and his previous name was Jiang. Late.

... But Lu Ziyan said that there is no tragic past.

In the quiet corridor, Luo Jia heard her voice was rare and steady, "Can you tell me the story?"

Lu Ziyan lowered his eyes and looked at her quietly.

After just one glance, he retracted his gaze, only his outline could be vaguely seen in the dim light, soft and beautiful, "Yes."

"Let's talk about it later, and I'll tell you when I have time."

When he came down the stairs, he pushed open the door of the private room.

He didn't put down the cardboard box he had been holding since he came out of the room. He pushed the door open and took a look. He took the bag she put on the table and asked her, "Is there anything else you haven't taken?"

Luo Jia only carried one bag, she shook her head, "No more."

"Let's go." He turned off the light.

Coming out of the private room, Luo Jia saw that he was wearing a mask again, it was black, covering his chin, only revealing a pair of dark eyes.

He seems to like wearing a mask a little bit.

Luo Jia followed beside him, when passing by the front desk, Lu Fang took a look and said to Lu Ziyan, "Are you leaving now?"

He stopped and turned his head back: "Otherwise."

Lu Fang took a puff of cigarette, "Do you want to book a night?"

Lu Ziyan said softly: "You think everyone is like you, playing games all night long."

"Don't talk about me, you were more ruthless than me when you stayed up all night before."

"You know it was before."

Lu Ziyan took out a key from his coat pocket and put it on the front desk in front of Lu Fang, "Don't mess things up."

Lu Fang took the key and was ecstatic: "Where did you find it?"

"Balcony." Lu Ziyan turned to look at Luo Jia, she was standing quietly aside with her bag on her back, holding the strap of the backpack on her chest with both hands, looking cautious again.

He smiled lightly, "Let's go, I'll take you home."

After leaving the Internet cafe and leaving the warm air-conditioning temperature, a gust of cold wind blew in front of her, and Luo Jia shivered.

She put both hands in her pockets.

Turning around, he saw Lu Ziyan still holding the big cardboard box in his hand.

I've been curious since he left the room, but at that time I thought he was just moving things out of the room to move around. Now that he's out of the Internet cafe, he still hugs her.

Luo Jia couldn't help being curious, "What is this you are holding?"

"For you." He replied curtly.

Luo Jia was surprised, blinked her eyes, and confirmed, "For me?"

He looked down at him with a slight smile, "gift."

"..."

For a while.

Only then did Luo Jia hear herself asking him, "Why did you give me a gift?"

"Didn't I ask you before?" Lu Ziyan turned his body slightly, and exposed the printed thing on the front of the box to a place where the street light was brighter, so that she could see it clearly, "I just met today, so I give it to you."

Luo Jia looked down and saw the League of Legends logo printed on the box by the light of the street lamp.

She vaguely remembered that Lu Ziyan did ask her if she liked Poro dolls and cups before.At that time, she also searched the shops on the Internet, except for the imitation models made by some counterfeit shops, there was no stock for sale.

Lu Ziyan seemed to have asked her if she wanted it, but she didn't take it seriously.

Because she thought that even if Lu Ziyan wanted to give it to her, he would have to wait for the store to put it on the shelves before buying it for her. At that time, she could buy it for herself.

Now Lu Ziyan is holding the big box, and he can't see the contents through the cardboard box, but his mood suddenly becomes very happy.

Luo Jia asked in surprise, "Where did you buy it?"

"Not bought."

"Ah?" Luo Jia asked, "How did that come about?"

Lu Ziyan looked at her quietly, with dark eyelashes and a smile in his eyes, "The prize you won."

"Contest?"

"Ah."

Luo Jia's eyes lit up, "A League of Legends game?"

"Yeah." Lu Ziyan looked at her crooked eyes and couldn't help laughing, "Why are you so happy?"

"Because you are very good at playing games. You were very good before. I remember hearing those people who came to Internet cafes say that your level is completely enough to play games, and it is more than enough to earn some bonuses."

Speaking of the past, Luo Jia's tone became lighter, because it was a very happy memory for her.

He has always been good at playing games, and he is good at playing any game.

Except for the shooting game that I taught her to play at that time, Lu Ziyan was already a master in the League of Legends at that time, but she hadn't touched this game at that time, only occasionally saw him playing when she went to the Internet cafe, and looked at him curiously , he would often give up the computer to her after the game.

So she didn't know much about rank at that time, but Lu Ziyan at that time should not have a low rank.

Because she often saw customers in Internet cafes surrounding Lu Ziyan to watch him play. Many of them were regular customers and were familiar with Lu Ziyan.

At that time, he was also young, only one year older than her, and he should also be in junior high school.

The guests watching him often said that he was asked to play games, such as youth training, and registration. At that time, she didn't understand. Now that she has a little understanding of the game, she wants to understand the conversation at that time.

But Lu Ziyan did not answer the guests' suggestions, but he has always been a taciturn character, and no one took it seriously.

Later, in the evening after a rain.

It had been gloomy and gray all day, and before night fell, it suddenly cleared up and the sun was shining brightly.

The old curtains kept falling wet rainwater, and the ground was bumpy and uneven, splashing water from time to time, fleeting.

There was some coolness in the air after the rain, and the sun that had just cleared was refracted in the puddles, brilliant but even more serene.

Lu Ziyan asked her that day, "If I regard playing games as a dream, do you think I will go further?"

Luo Jia was stroking the raccoon cat that he always met in the alley. Although he couldn't understand it at that time, he still vaguely understood that what those guests said actually penetrated into his heart.

She turned her head and asked in a daze, "Are you playing a game like those people said?"

Lu Ziyan was looking at her, "Yes."

She lowered her head and continued to touch the raccoon cat under her palm. Although she didn't know what kind of game she was going to play, but from his expression and the tone of praise and expectation of those guests, she felt that it should be an unusual path.

Full of flowers, and thorns.

She stroked the cat and said, "Yes."

Before leaving the Internet cafe that day, taking advantage of his absence, she quickly tore off a page from her homework book, wrote carefully one by one, and pressed it under his mouse.

It says, "Just do what you want, as long as it is what you think is right, it must be meaningful."

That was her answer to Lu Ziyan. Although she didn't know what his dream was, she felt that what he wanted to do would definitely be done.

This was the first night we met after a long absence.

The old and far-reaching alley, with bright orange lights on both sides, on a cold night after winter, she is surrounded by people she really wants to see.

I used to think he was great, and I still think so now.

He shall shine forever, always bright on winter nights.