Chapter 378
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At night, the fringes of the city are illuminated brilliantly.
In the bright and bustling neon colors, there is a strange building with no lights on. It is pitch black from the top floor to the bottom floor, and there is no light at all. It stands in the largest shopping center in the city center. On the face, it looks like a huge monster that can absorb the surrounding light.
When you walk into a building at 1 o'clock, you will find that this 36-story building overlooking the prosperous city is a semi-finished product that has not yet been completed.
Some of the cement walls have just been reinforced, and some have not yet been sealed. The edge of the room is directly exposed to the night sky, and the situation inside the room can be seen directly from the other side.
The strange thing is that in such a semi-finished building, the room is not empty, and through the dim and colorful lights, the furnishings in the room can be vaguely seen in the night .
In some rooms, there are simple mattresses, sleeping bags and desks, and a kettle and two or three rolls of toilet paper on the floor. It seems that there are people living there.
Also, there are only four altars in this room, and there are four black-and-white photos on the altar, with stacks of apples, one incense burner and one in the niche. Urn of ashes.
There were still four unburned incense sticks burning in the incense burner, indicating that someone had come to offer incense just now.
The fragrance lingers around and rises. At night, the phone rang in the unfinished building. There is a person holding a bag of heavy apples in his left hand and a bag of paper money and cigarettes in his right, struggling to use his chin and Holding the phone by his shoulder, he asked softly, "Hello? I just burned Ms. Li's side, where are you?"
It's a young man who is clean and clean.
"The seventeenth floor has been burned." A woman came through the phone, sounding equally young, "Then let's meet at Brother Wang's house on the eighteenth floor?"
After the man finished speaking, he had to raise his hand with difficulty and hang up the phone.
The woman over there was silent for a while, then said in a low voice, "Yuan Guang, we haven't given incense to the two players who died in this year's preseason."
The moment the man hung up the phone, the apple in his hand seemed to be too heavy, and he hung his hand down, slowly gathered his shoulders, and lowered his head. Come down and let out a long breath: "...We won the last game, and we all went together to offer incense to them."
The woman said yes, and hung up the phone.
Eighteenth floor, room 1803.
There is an altar in the house. In the black-and-white photo on the altar is an uncle with a big smile and a beard, and his name is written next to it - [Wang Shuqi, died at the age of 42].
The man carrying the apple was silent, as if he had obsessive-compulsive disorder. One by one, he placed the apples on the tribute plate in front of the uncle, and took out four sticks of incense. After lighting it up and praying three times, put your hands together and close your eyes, saying to yourself:
"Uncle Wang, we have come to the quarterfinals again this year, I hope you are in the spirit of heaven, bless everyone safe and sound, and survive."
"... last year... last year's game..."
When the man said that, he took a deep breath, his eyelids trembled twice, and they were slightly wet: "Thank you for your hard work!"
After finishing speaking, he stepped forward and put the incense into the stove.
A woman walked into the hole next to it.
The woman is wearing flat shoes, a t-shirt and jeans, her hair is tied into a bun on the back of her head, she is only 27 or 28 years old, she is obviously full of vigor, but she is tired at a beautiful and wanton age, she looks at The man skillfully made incense, sighed with a complicated heart, and handed over a candle: "Yuan Guang, I bought a candle, do you want to light some wax for Uncle Wang? "
"No more." Yuan Guang shook his head, turned his head in the dark, the moonlight from the roof shone layer upon layer on his side face.
Single eyelids, thin lips, just looking at the facial features, it looks like a young talent, but overall, the feeling of a young talent is instantly destroyed.
His hair, which hadn't been trimmed for a long time, was clumsily tied into a bundle, but it was tied crookedly on his right shoulder, with hair sticking out on both sides, and the circles around his eyes were dark and black, which looked like It's like I haven't slept for three days, and my body is exhausted and bent.
There was a Band-Aid slanted on his left forehead, and there was a red mark from the marker on his cheek, but he didn't seem to notice that the marker was smeared on his face.
The look made the woman startled, she remembered that Yuan Guang was in good condition two or three days ago, but now it's almost...
Haggard to the point of shaking his head.
Yuan Guang shook his head and lowered his head to pack his things: "It's better not to light the candles, Sister Qian and the others are still living in the house, and there are no fire-fighting measures in the house, so it's not safe to light candles."
"Let's leave after the incense burns."
The two of them stood quietly in front of the altar, not saying a word.
Yuan Guang's eyelids drooped twice, his body suddenly staggered forward, and then fell straight upright, almost putting his head into the incense burner.
Startled the woman next to her and jumped up, she quickly reached out to support her: "Yuan Guang!!"
Yuan Guang knocked his head hard on the altar, he covered his head and screamed, he shook his head in a sleepy state, and began to fall down again when he was dizzy.
The woman didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and helped him to sit down: "How many days have you not slept?"
Baldy Yuan leaned against the wall, only exhaled but not inhaled, trembling and choking, complaining: "...Recently, our company has a project that is about to start, and the boss has been leading us to work overtime crazily, because I want to ask for leave tomorrow. Playing a game, the leader said that the work can only be done in the first two days in order to be invited..."
The woman took a deep breath: "You can't sleep for two days, right?!"
Yuan Guang was dying, nodding with tears in his eyes: "I just finished it this afternoon."
"The injury on your right forehead is also the same?" The woman was distressed and speechless: "You have to play a game tomorrow, and you might die, so why don't you take it easy and stop going to work?"
Before Yuan Guang could speak, his and the woman's mobile phones rang at the same time.
[Your loan ending in xxxx will be debited in RMB from 18:00 on September 29, please ensure that the repayment account has sufficient funds. Your credit record will be truthful...]
The two looked down at the mobile phone, but the woman was silent.
Yuan Guang looked at the woman quietly: "Didn't you think that if you don't die, you have to continue working to pay the mortgage?"
woman:"……"
Grass, can't refute.
The woman sighed, patted her buttocks and sat next to Yuan Guang, both amused and sad: "The president of other people's guilds are all in charge, look at you, Yuan Guang, you can't even pay off the mortgage. "
"Isn't the ace player of other people's team also a huge response, with millions of fans, and tens of millions of credits for the first live broadcast?" Yuan Guang hugged his knees, put his head on his knees and aimed at the woman. "Shi Qian, look at you, our guild's ace fog skill player, now the audience can't even remember your face."
Shi Qian: "...I have fog skills, so I put fog on the field to cover my field of vision, so the audience can remember my face to be a ghost, okay?"
The two of them were silent again when they were talking, and they both sighed in dismay.
"I'm so envious, what would a rich grand duke do?"
Yuan Guangxian said, "How many years have you borrowed?"
Shi Qian recalled: "I borrowed the full amount of principal and interest for 20 years, how about you?"
"That's right. At that time, I chose one because I said it would be less and less." Yuan Guang looked down through the text messages, checked the balance in his bank card, and heaved a sigh of relief when he saw that it was greater than 6437. "As a result, after three years of repayment, I lost hundreds of dollars every month."
"Uncle Wang and the others...how many years have they borrowed?" Shi Qian asked lightly with her head lowered.
Yuan Guang was silent for a while: "Thirty years, Uncle Wang's family's income is not high, the whole family repays the loan together, and the down payment is also pooled. They borrowed more than 100,000 yuan. When the businessman ran away and had an accident, he just paid the loan. The down payment is paid off."
"Uncle Wang couldn't hold on when he entered the game. After a long time in the game, he still couldn't make it. Finally, he knelt down in front of me and begged me to let him play in the league. It was a good thing for me. , let him die not so uselessly."
"I didn't agree at the time, so Uncle Wang... cut his wrists."
"Fortunately, Uncle Wang lives in an unfinished building, and the room can't be fitted. The neighbors next to him can see what happened soon, and he was sent to the hospital in time."
Yuan Guang was silent for a long time, he lowered his head and fiddled with the apples in the bag:
"Last year I let Uncle Wang do it."
"Last year's mid-season game, hundreds of people approached me to sign up and want to play. Some of them were the owners of unfinished buildings, and some came to join the guild. In short, there were various reasons. I can't keep going in reality and in the game, it's about the same situation as Uncle Wang."
"Among the players who died last year, 47 were the owners of unfinished buildings. They all entered the game with me. They lasted for several years, but they couldn't make it anymore. They begged me to let them play."
"I... agree to everything."
Yuan Guang poked the apple, exhaled, and twitched the corner of his mouth: "I know they've reached their limit, because I can't hold on any longer."
Shi Qian didn't speak, she patted Yuan Guang's shoulder vigorously, and the two of them were back to back like this, curled up in the unfinished building that couldn't be capped, and made it public to the public.
The red light of the four incense sticks on the altar behind them is weak, small, and flickering in the dark night, as if it will be extinguished at any time, but it is the only one in the building next to the lights of Wanjia. The light of .
Yuan Guang raised his head, and he looked at the colorful night scene on the roof. The lights were so dazzling that they reflected in his eyes, like chaotic oil paint mixed together, melting into tears that were about to drip out of his eyes.
Yuan Guang sniffed, and suddenly smiled: "It's funny when I think about it, before so many big guilds came to analyze our tactics, saying that they were cruel, cold, and willing to sacrifice. Only those who have a unique composition are willing to take turns to play and sacrifice."
"But at the beginning, there was no way to fix the reasons for the team members, and no one would have thought of it."
Yuan Guang let out a deep breath, his eyes were red, and he said with a trembling smile: "It's because in reality, everyone has to go to work every day to save money to pay off the mortgage. , can only take turns to participate in the competition."
"Unexpectedly, it turned out to be an invincible tactic for our guild in the end."
He clenched his fist hanging by his side:
"Shi Qian, sometimes I find it very strange. In fact, everyone in the guild has a job, friends, relatives, someone likes, supports each other, lives so hard and so seriously, and the pain is swallowed by oneself, and death is not enough. I am willing to trouble others, and I want to help others survive in every difficulty.”
"Everyone is a good person, why is life so difficult, so hard, can't survive for three years?"
"Today is the anniversary of Uncle Wang's death." Shi Qian asked softly as the night wind blew through her hair, "Yuan Guang, we will be playing tomorrow."
"You said that after the new year, will it be our death day?"
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At night, the fringes of the city are illuminated brilliantly.
In the bright and bustling neon colors, there is a strange building with no lights on. It is pitch black from the top floor to the bottom floor, and there is no light at all. It stands in the largest shopping center in the city center. On the face, it looks like a huge monster that can absorb the surrounding light.
When you walk into a building at 1 o'clock, you will find that this 36-story building overlooking the prosperous city is a semi-finished product that has not yet been completed.
Some of the cement walls have just been reinforced, and some have not yet been sealed. The edge of the room is directly exposed to the night sky, and the situation inside the room can be seen directly from the other side.
The strange thing is that in such a semi-finished building, the room is not empty, and through the dim and colorful lights, the furnishings in the room can be vaguely seen in the night .
In some rooms, there are simple mattresses, sleeping bags and desks, and a kettle and two or three rolls of toilet paper on the floor. It seems that there are people living there.
Also, there are only four altars in this room, and there are four black-and-white photos on the altar, with stacks of apples, one incense burner and one in the niche. Urn of ashes.
There were still four unburned incense sticks burning in the incense burner, indicating that someone had come to offer incense just now.
The fragrance lingers around and rises. At night, the phone rang in the unfinished building. There is a person holding a bag of heavy apples in his left hand and a bag of paper money and cigarettes in his right, struggling to use his chin and Holding the phone by his shoulder, he asked softly, "Hello? I just burned Ms. Li's side, where are you?"
It's a young man who is clean and clean.
"The seventeenth floor has been burned." A woman came through the phone, sounding equally young, "Then let's meet at Brother Wang's house on the eighteenth floor?"
After the man finished speaking, he had to raise his hand with difficulty and hang up the phone.
The woman over there was silent for a while, then said in a low voice, "Yuan Guang, we haven't given incense to the two players who died in this year's preseason."
The moment the man hung up the phone, the apple in his hand seemed to be too heavy, and he hung his hand down, slowly gathered his shoulders, and lowered his head. Come down and let out a long breath: "...We won the last game, and we all went together to offer incense to them."
The woman said yes, and hung up the phone.
Eighteenth floor, room 1803.
There is an altar in the house. In the black-and-white photo on the altar is an uncle with a big smile and a beard, and his name is written next to it - [Wang Shuqi, died at the age of 42].
The man carrying the apple was silent, as if he had obsessive-compulsive disorder. One by one, he placed the apples on the tribute plate in front of the uncle, and took out four sticks of incense. After lighting it up and praying three times, put your hands together and close your eyes, saying to yourself:
"Uncle Wang, we have come to the quarterfinals again this year, I hope you are in the spirit of heaven, bless everyone safe and sound, and survive."
"... last year... last year's game..."
When the man said that, he took a deep breath, his eyelids trembled twice, and they were slightly wet: "Thank you for your hard work!"
After finishing speaking, he stepped forward and put the incense into the stove.
A woman walked into the hole next to it.
The woman is wearing flat shoes, a t-shirt and jeans, her hair is tied into a bun on the back of her head, she is only 27 or 28 years old, she is obviously full of vigor, but she is tired at a beautiful and wanton age, she looks at The man skillfully made incense, sighed with a complicated heart, and handed over a candle: "Yuan Guang, I bought a candle, do you want to light some wax for Uncle Wang? "
"No more." Yuan Guang shook his head, turned his head in the dark, the moonlight from the roof shone layer upon layer on his side face.
Single eyelids, thin lips, just looking at the facial features, it looks like a young talent, but overall, the feeling of a young talent is instantly destroyed.
His hair, which hadn't been trimmed for a long time, was clumsily tied into a bundle, but it was tied crookedly on his right shoulder, with hair sticking out on both sides, and the circles around his eyes were dark and black, which looked like It's like I haven't slept for three days, and my body is exhausted and bent.
There was a Band-Aid slanted on his left forehead, and there was a red mark from the marker on his cheek, but he didn't seem to notice that the marker was smeared on his face.
The look made the woman startled, she remembered that Yuan Guang was in good condition two or three days ago, but now it's almost...
Haggard to the point of shaking his head.
Yuan Guang shook his head and lowered his head to pack his things: "It's better not to light the candles, Sister Qian and the others are still living in the house, and there are no fire-fighting measures in the house, so it's not safe to light candles."
"Let's leave after the incense burns."
The two of them stood quietly in front of the altar, not saying a word.
Yuan Guang's eyelids drooped twice, his body suddenly staggered forward, and then fell straight upright, almost putting his head into the incense burner.
Startled the woman next to her and jumped up, she quickly reached out to support her: "Yuan Guang!!"
Yuan Guang knocked his head hard on the altar, he covered his head and screamed, he shook his head in a sleepy state, and began to fall down again when he was dizzy.
The woman didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and helped him to sit down: "How many days have you not slept?"
Baldy Yuan leaned against the wall, only exhaled but not inhaled, trembling and choking, complaining: "...Recently, our company has a project that is about to start, and the boss has been leading us to work overtime crazily, because I want to ask for leave tomorrow. Playing a game, the leader said that the work can only be done in the first two days in order to be invited..."
The woman took a deep breath: "You can't sleep for two days, right?!"
Yuan Guang was dying, nodding with tears in his eyes: "I just finished it this afternoon."
"The injury on your right forehead is also the same?" The woman was distressed and speechless: "You have to play a game tomorrow, and you might die, so why don't you take it easy and stop going to work?"
Before Yuan Guang could speak, his and the woman's mobile phones rang at the same time.
[Your loan ending in xxxx will be debited in RMB from 18:00 on September 29, please ensure that the repayment account has sufficient funds. Your credit record will be truthful...]
The two looked down at the mobile phone, but the woman was silent.
Yuan Guang looked at the woman quietly: "Didn't you think that if you don't die, you have to continue working to pay the mortgage?"
woman:"……"
Grass, can't refute.
The woman sighed, patted her buttocks and sat next to Yuan Guang, both amused and sad: "The president of other people's guilds are all in charge, look at you, Yuan Guang, you can't even pay off the mortgage. "
"Isn't the ace player of other people's team also a huge response, with millions of fans, and tens of millions of credits for the first live broadcast?" Yuan Guang hugged his knees, put his head on his knees and aimed at the woman. "Shi Qian, look at you, our guild's ace fog skill player, now the audience can't even remember your face."
Shi Qian: "...I have fog skills, so I put fog on the field to cover my field of vision, so the audience can remember my face to be a ghost, okay?"
The two of them were silent again when they were talking, and they both sighed in dismay.
"I'm so envious, what would a rich grand duke do?"
Yuan Guangxian said, "How many years have you borrowed?"
Shi Qian recalled: "I borrowed the full amount of principal and interest for 20 years, how about you?"
"That's right. At that time, I chose one because I said it would be less and less." Yuan Guang looked down through the text messages, checked the balance in his bank card, and heaved a sigh of relief when he saw that it was greater than 6437. "As a result, after three years of repayment, I lost hundreds of dollars every month."
"Uncle Wang and the others...how many years have they borrowed?" Shi Qian asked lightly with her head lowered.
Yuan Guang was silent for a while: "Thirty years, Uncle Wang's family's income is not high, the whole family repays the loan together, and the down payment is also pooled. They borrowed more than 100,000 yuan. When the businessman ran away and had an accident, he just paid the loan. The down payment is paid off."
"Uncle Wang couldn't hold on when he entered the game. After a long time in the game, he still couldn't make it. Finally, he knelt down in front of me and begged me to let him play in the league. It was a good thing for me. , let him die not so uselessly."
"I didn't agree at the time, so Uncle Wang... cut his wrists."
"Fortunately, Uncle Wang lives in an unfinished building, and the room can't be fitted. The neighbors next to him can see what happened soon, and he was sent to the hospital in time."
Yuan Guang was silent for a long time, he lowered his head and fiddled with the apples in the bag:
"Last year I let Uncle Wang do it."
"Last year's mid-season game, hundreds of people approached me to sign up and want to play. Some of them were the owners of unfinished buildings, and some came to join the guild. In short, there were various reasons. I can't keep going in reality and in the game, it's about the same situation as Uncle Wang."
"Among the players who died last year, 47 were the owners of unfinished buildings. They all entered the game with me. They lasted for several years, but they couldn't make it anymore. They begged me to let them play."
"I... agree to everything."
Yuan Guang poked the apple, exhaled, and twitched the corner of his mouth: "I know they've reached their limit, because I can't hold on any longer."
Shi Qian didn't speak, she patted Yuan Guang's shoulder vigorously, and the two of them were back to back like this, curled up in the unfinished building that couldn't be capped, and made it public to the public.
The red light of the four incense sticks on the altar behind them is weak, small, and flickering in the dark night, as if it will be extinguished at any time, but it is the only one in the building next to the lights of Wanjia. The light of .
Yuan Guang raised his head, and he looked at the colorful night scene on the roof. The lights were so dazzling that they reflected in his eyes, like chaotic oil paint mixed together, melting into tears that were about to drip out of his eyes.
Yuan Guang sniffed, and suddenly smiled: "It's funny when I think about it, before so many big guilds came to analyze our tactics, saying that they were cruel, cold, and willing to sacrifice. Only those who have a unique composition are willing to take turns to play and sacrifice."
"But at the beginning, there was no way to fix the reasons for the team members, and no one would have thought of it."
Yuan Guang let out a deep breath, his eyes were red, and he said with a trembling smile: "It's because in reality, everyone has to go to work every day to save money to pay off the mortgage. , can only take turns to participate in the competition."
"Unexpectedly, it turned out to be an invincible tactic for our guild in the end."
He clenched his fist hanging by his side:
"Shi Qian, sometimes I find it very strange. In fact, everyone in the guild has a job, friends, relatives, someone likes, supports each other, lives so hard and so seriously, and the pain is swallowed by oneself, and death is not enough. I am willing to trouble others, and I want to help others survive in every difficulty.”
"Everyone is a good person, why is life so difficult, so hard, can't survive for three years?"
"Today is the anniversary of Uncle Wang's death." Shi Qian asked softly as the night wind blew through her hair, "Yuan Guang, we will be playing tomorrow."
"You said that after the new year, will it be our death day?"
At night, the fringes of the city are illuminated brilliantly. In the bright and bustling neon colors, there is a strange building with no lights on. It is pitch black from the top floor to the bottom floor, and there is no light at all. It stands in the largest shopping center in the city center. On the face, it looks like a huge monster that can absorb the surrounding light. When you walk into a building at 1 o'clock, you will find that this 36-story building overlooking the prosperous city is a semi-finished product that has not yet been completed. Some of the cement walls have just been reinforced, and some have not yet been sealed. The edge of the room is directly exposed to the night sky, and the situation inside the room can be seen directly from the other side. The strange thing is that in such a semi-finished building, the room is not empty, and through the dim and colorful lights, the furnishings in the room can be vaguely seen in the night . In some rooms, there are simple mattresses, sleeping bags and desks, and a kettle and two or three rolls of toilet paper on the floor. It seems that there are people living there. Also, there are only four altars in this room, and there are four black-and-white photos on the altar, with stacks of apples, one incense burner and one in the niche. Urn of ashes. There were still four unburned incense sticks burning in the incense burner, indicating that someone had come to offer incense just now. The fragrance lingers around and rises. At night, the phone rang in the unfinished building. There is a person holding a bag of heavy apples in his left hand and a bag of paper money and cigarettes in his right, struggling to use his chin and Holding the phone by his shoulder, he asked softly, "Hello? I just burned Ms. Li's side, where are you?" It's a young man who is clean and clean. "The seventeenth floor has been burned." A woman came through the phone, sounding equally young, "Then let's meet at Brother Wang's house on the eighteenth floor?" After the man finished speaking, he had to raise his hand with difficulty and hang up the phone. The woman over there was silent for a while, then said in a low voice, "Yuan Guang, we haven't given incense to the two players who died in this year's preseason." The moment the man hung up the phone, the apple in his hand seemed to be too heavy, and he hung his hand down, slowly gathered his shoulders, and lowered his head. Come down and let out a long breath: "...We won the last game, and we all went together to offer incense to them." The woman said yes, and hung up the phone. Eighteenth floor, room 1803. There is an altar in the house. In the black-and-white photo on the altar is an uncle with a big smile and a beard, and his name is written next to it - Wang Shuqi, died at the age of 42. The man carrying the apple was silent, as if he had obsessive-compulsive disorder. One by one, he placed the apples on the tribute plate in front of the uncle, and took out four sticks of incense. After lighting it up and praying three times, put your hands together and close your eyes, saying to yourself: "Uncle Wang, we have come to the quarterfinals again this year, I hope you are in the spirit of heaven, bless everyone safe and sound, and survive." "... last year... last year's game..." When the man said that, he took a deep breath, his eyelids trembled twice, and they were slightly wet: "Thank you for your hard work!" After finishing speaking, he stepped forward and put the incense into the stove. A woman walked into the hole next to it. The woman is wearing flat shoes, a t-shirt and jeans, her hair is tied into a bun on the back of her head, she is only 27 or 28 years old, she is obviously full of vigor, but she is tired at a beautiful and wanton age, she looks at The man skillfully made incense, sighed with a complicated heart, and handed over a candle: "Yuan Guang, I bought a candle, do you want to light some wax for Uncle Wang? " "No more." Yuan Guang shook his head, turned his head in the dark, the moonlight from the roof shone layer upon layer on his side face. Single eyelids, thin lips, just looking at the facial features, it looks like a young talent, but overall, the feeling of a young talent is instantly destroyed. His hair, which hadn't been trimmed for a long time, was clumsily tied into a bundle, but it was tied crookedly on his right shoulder, with hair sticking out on both sides, and the circles around his eyes were dark and black, which looked like It's like I haven't slept for three days, and my body is exhausted and bent. There was a Band-Aid slanted on his left forehead, and there was a red mark from the marker on his cheek, but he didn't seem to notice that the marker was smeared on his face. The look made the woman startled, she remembered that Yuan Guang was in good condition two or three days ago, but now it's almost... Haggard to the point of shaking his head. Yuan Guang shook his head and lowered his head to pack his things: "It's better not to light the candles, Sister Qian and the others are still living in the house, and there are no fire-fighting measures in the house, so it's not safe to light candles." "Let's leave after the incense burns." The two of them stood quietly in front of the altar, not saying a word. Yuan Guang's eyelids drooped twice, his body suddenly staggered forward, and then fell straight upright, almost putting his head into the incense burner. Startled the woman next to her and jumped up, she quickly reached out to support her: "Yuan Guang!!" Yuan Guang knocked his head hard on the altar, he covered his head and screamed, he shook his head in a sleepy state, and began to fall down again when he was dizzy. The woman didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and helped him to sit down: "How many days have you not slept?" Baldy Yuan leaned against the wall, only exhaled but not inhaled, trembling and choking, complaining: "...Recently, our company has a project that is about to start, and the boss has been leading us to work overtime crazily, because I want to ask for leave tomorrow. Playing a game, the leader said that the work can only be done in the first two days in order to be invited..." The woman took a deep breath: "You can't sleep for two days, right?!" Yuan Guang was dying, nodding with tears in his eyes: "I just finished it this afternoon." "The injury on your right forehead is also the same?" The woman was distressed and speechless: "You have to play a game tomorrow, and you might die, so why don't you take it easy and stop going to work?" Before Yuan Guang could speak, his and the woman's mobile phones rang at the same time. Your loan ending in xxxx will be debited in RMB from 18:00 on September 29, please ensure that the repayment account has sufficient funds. Your credit record will be truthful... The two looked down at the mobile phone, but the woman was silent. Yuan Guang looked at the woman quietly: "Didn't you think that if you don't die, you have to continue working to pay the mortgage?" woman:"" Grass, can't refute. The woman sighed, patted her buttocks and sat next to Yuan Guang, both amused and sad: "The president of other people's guilds are all in charge, look at you, Yuan Guang, you can't even pay off the mortgage. " "Isn't the ace player of other people's team also a huge response, with millions of fans, and tens of millions of credits for the first live broadcast?" Yuan Guang hugged his knees, put his head on his knees and aimed at the woman. "Shi Qian, look at you, our guild's ace fog skill player, now the audience can't even remember your face." Shi Qian: "...I have fog skills, so I put fog on the field to cover my field of vision, so the audience can remember my face to be a ghost, okay?" The two of them were silent again when they were talking, and they both sighed in dismay. "I'm so envious, what would a rich grand duke do?" Yuan Guangxian said, "How many years have you borrowed?" Shi Qian recalled: "I borrowed the full amount of principal and interest for 20 years, how about you?" "That's right. At that time, I chose one because I said it would be less and less." Yuan Guang looked down through the text messages, checked the balance in his bank card, and heaved a sigh of relief when he saw that it was greater than 6437. "As a result, after three years of repayment, I lost hundreds of dollars every month." "Uncle Wang and the others...how many years have they borrowed?" Shi Qian asked lightly with her head lowered. Yuan Guang was silent for a while: "Thirty years, Uncle Wang's family's income is not high, the whole family repays the loan together, and the down payment is also pooled. They borrowed more than 100,000 yuan. When the businessman ran away and had an accident, he just paid the loan. The down payment is paid off." "Uncle Wang couldn't hold on when he entered the game. After a long time in the game, he still couldn't make it. Finally, he knelt down in front of me and begged me to let him play in the league. It was a good thing for me. , let him die not so uselessly." "I didn't agree at the time, so Uncle Wang... cut his wrists." "Fortunately, Uncle Wang lives in an unfinished building, and the room can't be fitted. The neighbors next to him can see what happened soon, and he was sent to the hospital in time." Yuan Guang was silent for a long time, he lowered his head and fiddled with the apples in the bag: "Last year I let Uncle Wang do it." "Last year's mid-season game, hundreds of people approached me to sign up and want to play. Some of them were the owners of unfinished buildings, and some came to join the guild. In short, there were various reasons. I can't keep going in reality and in the game, it's about the same situation as Uncle Wang." "Among the players who died last year, 47 were the owners of unfinished buildings. They all entered the game with me. They lasted for several years, but they couldn't make it anymore. They begged me to let them play." "I... agree to everything." Yuan Guang poked the apple, exhaled, and twitched the corner of his mouth: "I know they've reached their limit, because I can't hold on any longer." Shi Qian didn't speak, she patted Yuan Guang's shoulder vigorously, and the two of them were back to back like this, curled up in the unfinished building that couldn't be capped, and made it public to the public. The red light of the four incense sticks on the altar behind them is weak, small, and flickering in the dark night, as if it will be extinguished at any time, but it is the only one in the building next to the lights of Wanjia. The light of . Yuan Guang raised his head, and he looked at the colorful night scene on the roof. The lights were so dazzling that they reflected in his eyes, like chaotic oil paint mixed together, melting into tears that were about to drip out of his eyes. Yuan Guang sniffed, and suddenly smiled: "It's funny when I think about it, before so many big guilds came to analyze our tactics, saying that they were cruel, cold, and willing to sacrifice. Only those who have a unique composition are willing to take turns to play and sacrifice." "But at the beginning, there was no way to fix the reasons for the team members, and no one would have thought of it." Yuan Guang let out a deep breath, his eyes were red, and he said with a trembling smile: "It's because in reality, everyone has to go to work every day to save money to pay off the mortgage. , can only take turns to participate in the competition." "Unexpectedly, it turned out to be an invincible tactic for our guild in the end." He clenched his fist hanging by his side: "Shi Qian, sometimes I find it very strange. In fact, everyone in the guild has a job, friends, relatives, someone likes, supports each other, lives so hard and so seriously, and the pain is swallowed by oneself, and death is not enough. I am willing to trouble others, and I want to help others survive in every difficulty. "Everyone is a good person, why is life so difficult, so hard, can't survive for three years?" "Today is the anniversary of Uncle Wang's death." Shi Qian asked softly as the night wind blew through her hair, "Yuan Guang, we will be playing tomorrow." "You said that after the new year, will it be our death day?"
