Unemployed Old Man's Return to Gaming

"You scolded me very harshly just now." Lao Wang took out his cigarette case from the stairwell and was about to hand one to Zhang Wei. "I don't smoke." Zhang Wei waved his hand, he couldn't learn this thing. "Oh, yes, you don't smoke." Lao Wang lit one on his own. The voice-activated light in the stairwell went out, leaving only Lao Wang's cigarette butt glowing faintly in the darkness: "Is it okay for you to resign rashly like this?" "I admit that I was impulsive, but I'm afraid I'll go crazy if I continue like this." Thinking of the conflict with his supervisor just now, Zhang Wei still felt his blood welling up. "Oh, okay, it's good to take a break for a while, but for us," Lao Wang blew out the smoke, and the entire stairwell was instantly filled with the smell of cigarette smoke, "we really don't know what to do after leaving this industry." "Just take it one step at a time. For me, change is a matter of time." "Okay, it's nice to be young..." Lao Wang took another deep puff of his cigarette, and the next moment, the smoke filled the entire stairwell again with his sigh. Zhang Wei stared at the cigarette butt in Lao Wang's hand. The faint light would never go out, just like Zhang Wei's future.