The Vest Boss and His Internet-Addicted Boy

High school students and vest bosses In the early morning, most of the neon lights in the city have faded away, leaving only scattered street lights, casting a dim yellow halo in the humid air. When Fang Ziheng walked out of the Internet cafe with the last change in his pocket, he still felt an unknown fire in his heart. He had just lost the last game in the game, and the dazzling word "failure" on the screen was very much like his life in the past seventeen years - always losing, always being pointed at and scolded. He kicked the stones on the roadside and shuffled his steps. When he passed the canteen, he touched the empty cigarette case, gritted his teeth and went in, buying a pack of Bailong worth 25 yuan. After paying the money, he held the thin banknotes and cursed in his mind, "No more money again." The sound was as soft as a sigh, blown away by the early morning wind. When he got home, he was greeted by his mother's scolding. "Where are you fooling around again? I eat and drink for you to study, but what about you? You either sleep in class every day or skip class and go to Internet cafes. Are you worthy of me?" He had already known those words by heart, playing them on a loop in his ears like a repeater. He lowered his head and buried his face in his collar, but he was thinking in his heart: If he could live in the virtual world forever like those people in the Internet cafe, wouldn't he not have to face this? When it was almost dawn, he finally couldn't help but sneak out again. He wanted to go to the Internet cafe for a while, at least no one there would ask him "Where is the future?" But just as he lowered his head to tie his shoelaces, a pair of black Xtep sneakers appeared in his sight. "Can I have a moment?" Fang Ziheng raised his head, and the first thing he saw was the other person's chin with gray dirt, and then up, a mustache that hadn't been shaved for a long time. A pair of almond-shaped eyes were lowered, staring at him unblinkingly. There was no emotion in his eyes, like a bottomless pool of water, which made him feel inexplicably irritable. "What are you pretending to be..." He muttered quietly, stood up and moved out of the way. I thought it was just a passing encounter, but I didn't expect that the gears of fate were already turning quietly in the dark. In broad daylight, he bumped into the man again. This time, he could clearly see the dark green eyes under the other person's eyes, the drooping curvature of the corners of his mouth, and the curly hair that was stuck to his scalp and could not be found without looking carefully. The conflict was about to break out, and Fang Ziheng's anger was completely ignited by the other party's "I don't understand". He wanted to step forward and grab the other party's collar, but was easily dodged, and he staggered instead. Just when he was trying to catch up in a rage, he stepped on something hard under his feet. When I picked it up, I saw it was an ID card. The man in the ID photo is wearing a black shirt and facing the camera expressionlessly. His eyes no longer have the decadence in reality, but are replaced by an almost ruthless integrity and magnanimity, like a battle-hardened soldier. His eyes fell on the name column - Wei Yanhao. A name, an ID card, and an unexpected collision caused two people who should have had nothing to do with each other to become tightly entangled with the thread of fate in this cold city. Fang Ziheng held the thin card and stood on the crowded street. He suddenly felt that something was different this early morning. Purpose: To explore the redemption and change brought about by chance encounters between people in the confused and troubled youth, as well as the glimmer of humanity that still exists in the seemingly hopeless life.