Chapter 58: Internet cafes are the cloud

In order to Ke Yimo's Friday birthday party, Ke Yiyan began to prepare from Monday. Ribbon balloons are decorated inside and outside the villa, buffet meals are prepared in the back garden, and there are grand fireworks displays in the evening.
However, no matter how hard Yi Keyan tried to think of her brother's sincere smile, Ke Yimo knew what she wanted, and Ke Yiyan knew she couldn't afford it.
The death of the mother was an inextricable knot in the hearts of Ke Yimo and his father. For Ke Yimo, his father didn't even know how to get along with him.
Do you love? The continuation of love and his own blood is the only thing that is inherited from the bloodline. The relationship between father and son is natural and cannot be changed.
Hate? 21 years ago, the mother's weak hand dropped on the operating table, and the red blood slowly spread on the snow-white sheets. At that moment, his father even cursed the birth of Emo.
Love and hate are intertwined with one another. One tries to reach out and longs for possession, the other tries to exclude blind escape. Until now, the father and son didn't even know what attitude they should appear in front of each other.
His eyes touched Ke Yimo standing on the balcony of the room and looking at the distant figure, Ke Yiyan could only sigh silently. What Ke Yimo wanted was not a grand party or a heavy birthday gift. What he asked for was nothing more than a blessing from his father, a "happy birthday" that was 21 years late. But these simple four words, pressed on the hearts of the father and son, are needles and thorns, dripping the tender blood at the bottom of the heart, but they can only numb their feelings through blunt pain.
Looking at Ke Yimo turning darkly, Ke Yiyan walked slowly to the balcony. Can't wait, Ke Yimo's most anticipated person at this birthday party will never show up. Year after year of prayer, only disappointment remains in the end.
"Yimo, come down, Shaoyu, they are almost there." After hearing Yi-Ye Yan standing downstairs, Ke Yi-Mo nodded slightly, then glanced at the computer screen.
On the screen, the swordsman in white stood on the other side of the clouds and looked down at the world. Apart from the misty white clouds on his side, only the dragon on his arm raised his head and shouted, "Daddy, I'm hungry." Often accompanied by the left and right Xiaolingshu, not at the moment Aside. Returning to the loneliness of the past, Ke Yimo felt for the first time that the game would feel lonely. There was only one figure missing from his surroundings, and he would even be lost.
Su Ningxin wanted to participate in the provincial calligraphy competition. In addition to the silent blessings in his heart, Ke Yimo's regret in the heart could not be compensated after all.
Xun Tianlun's dream is difficult to fulfill, and it is difficult to meet with affection. Even though there was a lot of laughter and laughter underneath the building, Ke Yimo listened to his ears and blessed again and again, except for polite entertainment, the rest was tired.
As soon as Ke Yimo was preparing to go downstairs, his cell phone suddenly rang.
"Hello." Ke Yimo pressed the answer button, and the other person's soft and waxy voice had a clear smile.
"Summer God, Happy Birthday!"
"Ningxin?" Ke Yimo was startled, then leaned on the wall and asked, "Aren't you going to V City to participate in the calligraphy competition? Why call me now when you are free?"
"The race hasn't started yet. I originally wanted to call you earlier, but I was motion sick and was tossed to death in the car, so I didn't play."
Huh, it sounds a bit exhausted when listening to the sound. Compared to having a lot of hardships along the way, Ke Yimo felt a distress in his heart and couldn't help but softly said, "Why not take some motion sickness medicine when you go out?"
"I've eaten it." Ning Xin said more and more hot, "But it's useless, all blame my mother. Goodness is not inherited to me, but the problem of motion sickness is inherited 100%. Moreover, I not only have motion sickness, motion sickness, or motion sickness. ... Uh, I have n’t sat on a boat. I do n’t know if I can get dizzy. Anyway, I can get dizzy. I ’m almost dizzy. It ’s useless to take motion sickness medicine.

Good poor child, Ke Yimo can feel the girl's strong resentment on the phone. It is estimated that the girl's lovely peach face has been tangled into a bun face.
"Are you better now?"
"Well, it ’s a lot. By the way, where do you live, Lord Mo Yan? I prepared a gift for you. Although I could n’t send it to you myself, I asked my friend to help. She said hello and called. Give it to her, and she will go to your house to help me give a gift. "
Ugh? gift?
This is really an unexpected delight, Ke Yimo's lips are lighter, and his voice becomes softer.
"Have you prepared a gift for me?"
"Well, I wanted to give it to you personally, but I did it last night. I was rushed to the school bus this morning. I really do n’t have time to give it to you personally. I can only ask my friends. It ’s not a very good gift. I made it myself. It ’s a little ... well, it ’s ugly.
Ning was ashamed. Although she embroidered it by herself, it was because she made it herself. It's terrible!
"It doesn't matter." Ke Yimo lowered his voice. "As long as you send it, I like it."
"You don't want to give up, just send me the address by text message, my teacher called me."
"Okay, right, come on, relax. Don't create a psychological burden on yourself."
"Reassured, reassured, then, what's not to say that the friendship is the first in the second match. Then I hung up." The girl Ning Xin hurriedly ended the conversation with Ke Yimo, hurried to the leader's teacher and sat obediently Listen to pre-match guidance. On the surface, she listened to the teachings in earnest, and in private, the girl's cell phone was snapped.
I finally sent Ke Yimo's address to Chen Yao, and Ning Xin was finally able to relax.
She waited until she opened her backpack to find a snack. The four in the backpack were not like pillows, and Ning twisted his head to the side silently, his brows locked deep, his eyes calm. That look is very satisfying to the leader teacher, voila! The child is ready for war.
Yun Ke In fact, rather than thinking about strategic issues, she is now just trying to remember one thing. Why do the four pillows given to Mo Yan appear in his backpack?
I thought about it, girl Ning Xin finally found a reasonable explanation for herself. It seems that something went wrong in my busy life. When I packed my luggage, I accidentally put the pillow in my backpack.
Ming Ming and the Great God of Mo Yan said that he was going to give him a gift today, but now she wants to fly back with a pair of wings?
I finally got to the end of the calligraphy competition. After returning to the hotel, I watched calmly taking out my laptop from my backpack with my schoolmate in a room, and plugged it into the net to relax on the net. The girl Ning Xin looked back at the lonely network cable on her bed, and immediately burst into tears. The strap is not strapped, it should be tucked into the backpack instead. This is how good it is to carry the notebook back. If you have a computer, you can at least help Momei to prepare a gift in the game!
I sat and sat on the edge of the bed for a long time, holding my mobile phone with my heart, grabbing and releasing, and grabbing again, and I was at a loss as to whether to call Mo Yan.
Looking at 7:30 on the watch, Ning Xin finally got up from the bed and walked towards the door.
的 Sister Xue, who is surfing the Internet, glanced and asked, "Ningxin, what are you going to do?"
"Uh ..." Ning Xin supported and said, "Sister Xue, I want to go out and buy something."
"Oh, then you go out carefully and come back early." Xuejie casually instructed to continue talking about her QQ.
Su Ning's heart was pardoned, and she hurried out.
I walked out of the hotel door and preferred to ask for directions personally. Fortunately, the corner 500 meters to the right of the hotel is a large Internet cafe. Looking at the door of the Internet cafe, Ning heart tangled a little.
Uncle said, all the bad kids are going to the Internet cafes, and the baby would not go in.
The aunt said, the atmosphere in the Internet cafe was chaotic and mixed, and Ning Xinbao was forbidden to enter.
But the Emperor Tian Gao is far away from the horse, and will not be in the foreign military order ... She is going to be a bad boy today?
Su Ning covered her small face, and with a brave and brave style, stepped down into the door of the Internet cafe.
"Is it an adult?" The cashier sister at the Internet cafe looked up and down, and continued, "Take out your ID card, you ca n’t enter underage."
T ^ T's immatureness is not the girl's fault, but she shouldn't just go out casually alone? This is not, it is suspected to be a teenage girl running away from home!
"I'm an adult." Ning Xin quickly handed in his ID card. The cashier sister took the ID card and looked at it in confusion. She was really an adult.
"Do you want a private room?"
"Private room?" Ning Xin was rather surprised. There was such a private room in the Internet cafe? "The kind of private room you stay alone?"
"Yes."
Sui Ningxin was excited when she heard it.
"I want a private room."
Although I said I was in an Internet cafe, after all, I was alone in a private room, and I felt that my guilt was slightly reduced. After she got into the game, her guilt dropped directly below zero.
殇 Mo Mo's avatar on the friend list is bright, but no matter how much Ning Xin pokes, Mo Mo's great side does not reply. Thinking of the great God of Mo Yan today is Shou Xing, at this moment must be on-hook, and feel relieved.
I just happen to be a great of ink, yet I feel that I need to prepare first.
Birthday, what I want is a good memory.
Su Ning thought cheerfully that tonight must prepare an unforgettable birthday gift for the great of ink. But the girl couldn't think of her life or death. This gift was really amazing. It not only surpassed the level of surprise, it was directly shocking.
She even pitted herself with this gift ...