那年,他迷上了打游戏。恨铁不成钢的母亲一怒之下拿鸡毛掸子打了他,他负气离家出走。火车颠簸着过了几站,他随熙熙攘攘的人流下车,却发现兜里的钱不翼而飞。天色已晚,寒气渐重,他颓丧地坐在候车室里,看人流如烟雾渐渐散尽。他想自己怕是要在这冰冷的候车室里蜷缩一夜了。 That year, he fell in love with playing games. Iron-fisted steel mother furiously hit him with a feather duster, he ran away from home. After several bumps in the train, he disembarked with the bustling crowd, but found the money in his pocket missing. The sky was late, the chill was getting heavier, and he slumped into the waiting room, watching as the smoke flowed through. He wanted to be afraid he was curled up in the cold waiting room overnight.