When chen was in the corner of the garage, we didn't think we'd flip those things. A moment when the box of iron crackers was opened, thumping, hundreds of rusty game coins rolled out of the ground, shimmering in dark copper greens under dark lights. And he was crouching there, and his hand was hanging in the middle, and suddenly the whole man stopped moving。
The coins were in his twenties. Back then, there was a street hall called "galaxy" in the south of the city, with three walls full of machines of all kinds, boxers, blockers, dinosaurs, and a jukebox that could listen to music. Chen is a regular guest there, and spends almost every weekend in it. He's famous for his combat games, he's got a rock pole, he's got a lot of tricks, he's got a circle behind him. He was able to stand in front of the machine all afternoon, and the person on the screen was dead and alive and dead, and the morning was dark and he was unaware。
He had a girlfriend, minnie. Min doesn't object to him playing games, even occasionally he goes with him, throws money in a jukebox next to him and listens to "the after." when chen was playing properly, she sat quietly on the high-foot bench and shook her legs, waiting for him to finish the fight. But there's an addiction to the game, the end of the game and the next, one to challenge the next. On one occasion, minnie waited until he was closed in the lobby, and there was heavy rain, and she was standing under the roof for half an hour without an umbrella. When chen came out, her hair was wet on her face and nothing was said but to hand him the cup of milk that was already cold。
Then min-min left, and before leaving, he said for many years: "you played games with light in your eyes, but that light never came to me." chen said he didn't understand, "what's wrong with being happy?" he threw a coin into it, forgot, and time flew. He goes on and on, he goes on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and and on and on and on and on and on and on and and and and and and and and and and and and and and and and and and and and and and and and and and and and and and and and and and and and and and and and and and and and and and and and and and and and and and and and and and and and and and and and and and and and and and and and and and and and and and and and and and and and and and and and and and and and and and and and and and and and and and and and and and and and and and and and and and and and and and and and and and and and and and and and and and and and and and and and and and and and and and and and and and and and and and and and and and and and and and and and and and and and and and and and and and and and and and and and and and and and and and until one day he passed and found that the milky way was closed, the curtains were covered with the word "discovery" and the windows were broken and the machines were empty。
That day he stood at the door for a long time and suddenly found himself in his twenties, like the coins that went in, stinging, and it was gone. Happy is really happy, and when a game hits, the light pops up on the screen, and people are cheering behind it, and the adrenaline goes up to their heads, and that feels better than drinking. But pain is real, minnie's gone, the job is changed, there's no skill, the résumés are filled and deleted in the "specialty" column, and only "skilled to use office software"。
When he picked them up one by one, his hands were shaking. Thirty-seven years old, looking back at the young man who was in the lobby for over a decade, he felt so friendly and strange. "do you think it would be different if i could play less and listen to that song with her?" he asked me, but it's not like i'm really asking. The sound of his wife calling him for dinner outside the garage was answered by him, the lid was closed and the iron box was buttoned。
At night he sent a circle of friends, without words, and took only one photograph, and the rusted coins were in the palm of his hand, and the coppers were drawn like a shrinking planet. I looked at it for a long time, and i suddenly remembered zhang tai's words in toad's dream memory: "man has no attachment to each other, and he has no affection; he has no connection to each other, and he has no soul. "about all the happiness needs to be replaced with something, time and attention, and the one around you waiting for you to finish the game. The obsession itself is not wrong; it is wrong that we think that the chips that go in will always be enough and never end。
The next day, chen threw that box away. He said it's useless to keep it, to throw it, but to let go. The sound of the trash can, like the sound of the coin that went into the box. Happiness is it, pain is it. Only this time, he decided not to vote。
