Meng Qian and Jiang Zhicheng have different educational philosophies and have had many arguments over the years.

Meng Qian felt that the route she had planned for Jiang Zhi and Jiang Sui was the most suitable for them, and their other choices were immature and childish; but Jiang Zhicheng felt that the children were grown up and should do what they like.

Meng Qian felt that Jiang Zhicheng lacked foresight and, like the video game he invested in, would eventually lose money. Jiang Zhicheng felt that Meng Qian's education was too strict, depriving the children of their own happiness, especially Jiang Zhi.

In the small dark room, Jiang Sui knew what his sister had been through over the years. He stepped forward and placed the lamp in his hand on the table.

The slightly dim light created an inch-long circle of light in the darkness, and the gradually spreading light sprinkled on the Jiang brothers and sisters.

As if in tacit agreement, neither of them spoke.

After a while, Jiang Sui's voice deepened, and his tone was a little gentler than usual. He asked carefully, "Zhizhi... do you want to play games?"

What he meant was that as long as she wanted to play, he would do everything he could to make her continue playing games.

Jiang Zhi did not answer immediately. The room was quiet. Outside, the quarrel between Meng Qian and Jiang Zhicheng became louder and louder. Later, Jiang Zhi could even hear clearly what they were arguing about.

Faintly, she also heard Meng Qian shout, "If you have the guts, beat me to death."

The atmosphere in the small dark room suddenly reached its lowest point.

Jiang Zhi turned her head away awkwardly.

I never thought of making gaming my main job, let alone being addicted to it all day long.

She just likes it, that's all.

It shouldn’t be too much.

But because of this little thing which she thought was "not too much", her parents were arguing.

And... very fierce.

The small dark room has very good sound insulation. The first few times Jiang Zhi was locked up in it, she could hardly hear the quarrels between Meng Qian and Jiang Zhicheng.

But this time, she heard it clearly.

It was obvious that both of them were extremely angry this time.

Jiang Zhi slowly raised his head, his face full of fatigue, his amber eyes looked lifeless, as if he had been feeling guilty for a long time.

If she continued to play the game, she would be the only one who was happy.

But if we don’t play games, the whole family seems to be happy.

No one should hesitate to make this kind of choice.

She stared at Jiang Sui, opened her mouth, and said with great difficulty: "Brother, I won't play games anymore, never again."

Never play again.

Jiang Zhi repeated this sentence silently several times in his heart.

It seems like he is giving himself a hint and also like he is on guard.

Jiang Sui shifted his gaze away from Jiang Zhi's serious and focused expression, his handsome eyes lowered, and a few strands of hair on his forehead blocked his eyes.

His heart ached.

In the decade or so that Jiang Sui could remember, Jiang Zhi had always been very tough and resilient. So she rarely called him brother, and most often addressed him as "Jiang Sui" or "dog thing."

But now, she was in a terrible state, as if the whole world had abandoned her. In less than an hour, she called him "brother" twice and promised not to play games again...

She said almost everything she had been unable to say in the past few years.

Including the sentence that she would rather starve for three days and three nights than say when she was a child - "I will never play games again."

Jiang Sui suppressed his emotions, and did not question her or persuade her. He just raised his hand, placed it on her head, and said carefully and tentatively: "Okay, Zhizhi, if you say you don't want to play, then we won't play."

Jiang Zhi nodded, and just as she finished her response, the door of the small dark room was suddenly pushed open, and a woman was standing at the door, panting.

Jiang Zhi knew this woman. She was their neighbor and a very enthusiastic woman.

Before Jiang Zhi could even say hello, she took a breath and then spoke quickly, word by word: "Zhizhi, A Sui, you...your mother fainted."

The woman's words were like a bolt from the blue, hitting Jiang Zhi right on the head.

Misfortunes never come singly, and it really came true.

She pushed Jiang Sui away like crazy and ran with all her strength.

Jiang Zhi seemed to be deaf to everything in the world. She ran into the living room, then into the bedroom, but when she didn't see Meng Qian, she ran out of the house like she was desperate.

The cold night wind cut through the air, and a silent and cold howl sounded in Jiang Zhi's ears.

Very sad and very appropriate.

It seemed as if Jiang Zhi didn't cry, but the air was crying for her.

When Jiang Zhi rushed to the door, there was an ambulance parked there.

In the air, the sound unique to the hospital faded farther and farther away, yet became clearer and clearer.

Jiang Zhi felt a pang of grief when she heard this.

In front of the back door of the ambulance, Meng Qian was lying on a stretcher. Jiang Zhicheng carefully cooperated with the doctor to get Meng Qian into the car.

Jiang Zhicheng's face was serious, without any expression. He pursed his lips, as if feeling guilty.

Seeing Jiang Zhi running over breathlessly, he stretched out his voice, which had long been hoarse from yelling, and said, "Zhizhi, why did you come out?"

"I...I heard that mom fainted."

"It's okay, don't worry. The doctor said your mother is fine. She probably hasn't been this angry in years, and she was just mad at the moment." After saying that, Jiang Zhicheng didn't forget to add, "I thought we had a fight just now and scared you. Don't worry, I didn't hit her."

Of course Jiang Zhi knew that he would not hit Meng Qian. After all, his father looked serious on the surface, but he was a gentle person to the core.

Otherwise, Meng Qian would not have fallen for him in the first place.

Unfortunately, they have a careless daughter.

They were so angry that one of them lost control of his emotions and the other fainted from anger.

Jiang Zhi asked: "Dad, can I go to the hospital with you?"

She thought that when Meng Qian woke up, she would tell her first that she would never play games again.

Reassure her.

Jiang Zhicheng nodded with an ambiguous attitude, then got in the car and went to the nearest hospital with Jiang Zhi.

The doctor diagnosed that Meng Qian only had common hypoglycemia, but it looked more serious because of her large mood swings.

The hospital did not admit her as an emergency room, but simply told her to get some glucose and rest.

The doctor's words were like a tranquilizer, and Jiang Zhi's troubled heart suddenly calmed down.

Jiang Sui went to pay the medical bills. Only Jiang Zhi and Jiang Zhicheng were left in the ward, as well as Meng Qian, who was lying on the bed in a daze.

Jiang Zhi sat beside Meng Qian's bed, looking at her silently. After staring at her for a long time, Jiang Zhi forgot the time.

Meng Qian was sleeping soundly, her brows relaxed, her eyes closed naturally. As glucose flowed into her body, her breathing gradually calmed down, as if she was sleeping normally.

Somehow, a strand of hair fell down from Meng Qian's forehead.

Thinking that Meng Qian, who always paid attention to her image, would not like her makeup to look messy, Jiang Zhi helped her to pick up the fallen hair.

Jiang Zhicheng called out softly, "Zhizhi."

Jiang Zhi responded obediently: "Yes, Dad."

As if it was very difficult, Jiang Zhicheng said: "At Xiaoming's retirement press conference, the player who said that he played the game very well was you, right?"

Jiang Zhi knew that she had become a trending topic. As a big boss in the esports world, Jiang Zhicheng should have known about it a long time ago. She didn't intend to hide it from him and said honestly, "It was me."

“How many years have you been playing?”

"Two years."

"Then you are very talented."

Jiang Zhi turned away and said nothing.

Jiang Zhicheng continued, "Our Zhizhi has grown up and has her own little temper, but you should also understand your mother. The reason she doesn't let you play games is because of her background. Your grandfather is in real estate, and the family is wealthy. When your mother was a child, she was exposed to pure and elegant things like ballet, Latin, and even piano. She loved them and loved immersing herself in them. And it was precisely because of these so-called arts that she cultivated the kind of pride that permeated her bones, "The world is turbid, but I am pure." So when she saw you, her own daughter, sitting in front of the computer, staring at it with aggressive eyes, talking about attacking, fighting, and killing, she couldn't accept it. You've become the person she hates the most."

Jiang Zhi responded: "I know that."

Jiang Zhi had guessed what Jiang Zhicheng would say when she was in junior high school.

Jiang Zhicheng paused for a moment and continued, "Professional esports players are always young, and their glory days are limited to three or four years. After that, their skills decline, and they'll be criticized by fans and clubs, and even forced to leave their favorite arenas."

"Jiang Ming is the best example."

"This industry is booming, but because so many people see its potential, they rush in. This results in a rapid cycle of change within the esports world. Many professional players, during their peak years, don't win a single award. By the time they retire, all they leave behind is the impression of 'lack of skill.'"

Jiang Zhicheng wanted to continue, but Jiang Zhi interrupted him: "Dad, stop talking. I won't play games anymore, not anymore."

If she continues to play games, she will experience everything she experienced today again in the future.

The feeling of helplessness and guilt spreading in your heart is enough to experience once.

Jiang Zhicheng was silent for a moment before he said, "Zhizhi is an adult now. When making decisions about anything, consult your heart first. If you want to play, Dad supports you. If you don't want to play, Dad also supports you."

Jiang Zhi silently replied: "My heart tells me that I shouldn't play anymore." It should be over.

Jiang Zhicheng's attitude was unclear, and he just said, "Then you should spend more time with your mother."

After saying that, he got up and left.

After Jiang Zhicheng left, Jiang Zhi also stood up and walked to the window and looked out.

It was winter, and the leaves outside had long since fallen, leaving only a lonely tree trunk standing there.

Above, dim light shines on it, and the slightly white color reflects on it, making the already lonely tree trunk even colder in the dry winter.

The north wind blew by, and the dead branches above its head shook slightly.

Make a rustling sound.

There are no other green plants around, so it stays obediently in its own square.

Jiang Zhi stared at the artificially cleared space under the tree trunk. This was where the tree trunk should be, the place where it should be most.

So is the tree, and so is she.

Jiang Zhi withdrew her gaze from the window.

He rummaged through his coat pocket, pulled out his phone, quickly opened it, and logged into Weibo.

The number of private messages on Weibo kept increasing, but Jiang Zhi didn't click on any of them.

Thinking that it was during the day, she provoked the haters and received a lot of criticism.

She opened the Weibo editing interface and quickly posted a four-character Weibo without any pictures, emoticons, or symbols.

——I dominate the world: Goodbye Jianghu