It snowed all night.
I squatted under the broken eaves in the game, with only a layer of skin left on my health bar and my body temperature bar flashing red.
I felt so hungry that there was a knife stirring in my stomach.
This is the sickest game I've ever played.
There is no recharge, no resurrection, and even a place to warm up by the fire has to be grabbed.
I cursed the planner a hundred times and was about to log off.
A man in a gray gown walked out of the snow.
He knelt down and took out half a moldy wotou from his arms.
They didn't ask me to hand in tasks or watch ads.
He said, "Eat. Stay alive."
Asked me what my name was again.
I gave my ID.
He shook his head: "That's not a name. You're a person."
"Comrade, what is your name?"
I was stunned for a long time.
In reality, no one cares what my name is.
The foreman calls me "that one" and the boss calls me "job number 237".
I live like a breathing brick.
I told him my real name.
He smiled, took off his cotton coat and put it on my shoulders.
"Let's go, there's a stove in the house."
I followed him, stepping on the snow he had stepped on.
I cried suddenly.
Not because of the cold.
It's because in this fake world full of code,
For the first time I felt like,
It's a living person.
——
Later I found out that the half of the steamed bun was dinner for his family.
That cotton coat was a relic of his friend.
Later, I delivered a leaflet to him and died under random gunfire.
When he died, I heard him shout:
"Comrade——"
Worth it.
In this life, someone called me that once.
Enough
