A few days later, resident small game room ruffian on eye on him, such a swagger, not to be eyeing strange. He did not resist, to give children buy bang bang children, to give buy cigarettes smoke, basically whatever they ask. But two weeks later, he disappeared - neither go to school nor to the game room.

I thought he was little ruffian who robbed the money and then kill postmortem, and quickly ran to his house to see the situation, a student, I can not save his funeral also reported a line ah. A look at the door, he did not die, ????? daze, a yard of crushed wood small plane small hammer Small hammer nails littered with rotten, lining the yard fairly miserable. Small room, his father Tang Chuangshang has no breath left several children, and both big eyes staring hard at me. It turned out he put his father down a small stool live frugally save the more than 1000 pieces of stolen money to see a doctor, take playing video games, by the way keep a small band of riffraff. His father had no money see a doctor now, only Tang Chuangshang die.

You can sit in here to sit out money? I shouted at him, he did not hear the same as, continue to focus in a daze. His father had one eye closed, two-line Qinglei sliding down.

I turned to Wang Menwai go, because people watching may not cry, a cry or my heart, awkward or on the Feel Like Punching him, obviously I do not have cruelty to Feel Like Punching a dying person.

The next day, I went to the school began to mobilize students to donate money to his father see a doctor, had just started this the students have no money, you piece of my fifty cents, donated barely got enough for a week finally 2000, I took Class president rushed to him all the way home, only to see the locked iron gate. He said the neighbor, the day before he buried his father went to the field completed their relatives home. I carried my donations box, unable to speak.

Class I handed the box with a neighbor's ladder to climb up a small room. Small empty courtyard, small hammer, a small ax heap in a corner, I am afraid now on will slowly rust, never less than the. I thought a while block, picked up at the foot of a half brick, mercilessly pound the yard.

Days later, he was never seen nor heard any news of him.

During that time feeling very low, do not know because they had lost a comrade, do not know because of his father's two lines of Qinglei short, do not want to go to the game room, still do not want this person brought the matter, bored.

Later, go to the game room of people become less and less because of Internet cafes. It is no longer interested in hot air in the dirty crowded small room facing the fuzzy screen sweat, it was found that the three Street Fighter games are not that particularly attractive, people began to learn into the spacious cafe, sitting front of the computer play Red Alert, talk QQ, to the sister, and I still stubbornly to the game room to run, as compared to forget the past and my not very receptive to new things, always feel that Internet cafes Although spacious and comfortable environment, but can not find a feeling of sitting inside.

Hall started the game the boss could not help feeling better now than before the business was run on Internet cafes can not survive, no wonder most older children went to the cafe, after all, a game where not only are more younger sister, the rest are basically not money, children, looking to play more of less. Like my boss and game room, remember the previous time.

Now, the game room only in the memory of the.