Finally Become a Dream

In the autumn when I was seventeen, the days were cut in half. Half of it is between the yellowed old newspapers and lottery numbers from my uncle's house - he doesn't talk much, and people who live under his roof are used to breathing lightly. The other half was in the pot that my father was spooning. He was dragged into a game called "Nine Yin Manual" by his cousin. He chose Junzitang and joined a gang called "Shanshuijian". Seven people, a flag with the word "" written on it, and a station as big as a palm. He learned the first set of combos in the game, listening to the rain on the stone bridge of Yanyu Village, being helped up by strangers, and also killed by Kaihong. People come and go in the game, some scold him, some teach him, and some hang up. None of them knew each other, but they had fought the same BOSS together. Later they dispersed among the mountains and rivers. The seven people climbed over the mountain and went their own way. One day ten years later, he logged into that account again. The rain is still falling in Yanyu Village, and the friend list is all gray. He stood on the bridge and thought of the people standing in a row under the flag when he was seventeen years old. The mountain has not fallen, and the people have not dispersed. They just went to climb their own mountains.