Learning machine and □□ beeping sound
During the summer vacation, Lu Xingye brought a heavy square box mysteriously.
"What's this?"
We gathered in Jiang Yuanzhou's living room, curiously watching him insert the black cassettes into a gray machine and then connect it to the TV with a wire.
"This is called the 'Little Overlord Learning Machine'!" He was very proud when he saw that we looked like we had never seen the world before.
The electronic sound of "Little Overlord has endless fun" popped up on the TV screen.
That was the first time I saw that a TV screen could do something other than playing cartoons.
The plumber wearing overalls and having a mustache jumped and ran on the screen as Lu Xingye pressed the buttons. He would grow bigger by eating mushrooms and could shoot fireballs by pushing out flowers.
"Watch me!" Lu Xingye skillfully manipulated the little man to push up bricks and eat gold coins. "This is called Super Mario!"
“Let me try.”
“Let me try!”
We took turns, and I was always the first to die. The Mario I controlled either fell off a cliff or was knocked away by a turtle.
"Lin Nian, you are too clumsy!"
Lu Xingye laughed at me mercilessly, and Jiang Yuanzhou laughed beside him.
"Just you wait!" I pouted unconvinced.
Cheng Yu'an was the youngest. His hands could barely hold the handle, and the little figure on the screen also swayed crookedly along with his movements. He died heroically after taking a few steps.
He didn't get angry. He handed the handle to the next person, then held his cheek and watched us continue to charge forward with relish.
Lulu showed an amazing talent for Tetris.
She easily broke the record by playing this game, and even Lu Xingye, who was always sharp-tongued, gave her a thumbs up.
Ye Zhixia was also allowed by Aunt Fang to watch for a while.
In just a moment, Aunt Fang appeared at the door.
"Xia Xia, it's time to go home and practice the piano."
Ye Zhixia lowered her head and responded, then left, looking back every few steps.
"Bang!" My Mario jumped into the abyss without hesitation again.
"Hahahaha! Lin Nian, you can't do it! Watch me!" Lu Xingye couldn't wait to grab the handle.
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That autumn, when the berries of the camphor tree fell again, a big, square-headed creature arrived in my study.
"This is called a computer," Dad pointed at the big-butt monitor, "I can use it to study in the future."
I have little interest in the word "learning", but this buzzing machine is obviously a hundred times more magical than the "Subor".
When the chubby penguin icon lit up on the screen, I had my first number in my life.
"What should my nickname be?"
I was talking to Lulu on the phone while discussing something as important as naming.
"How about Crystal Love?" She didn't know where she saw this name.
"Too childish!" I wrinkled my nose. "I want a more mature name, like an adult."
Finally, I solemnly typed the four words "Dancing Lightly".
I saw this on the cover of one of my mother's novels. I thought it was beautiful and mysterious.
Lulu named herself "Ice Lemon", probably inspired by "Happy Planet".
The first step in applying for friends is naturally to add everyone in our small group.
I entered the number Lu Xingye told me. His nickname was simple and crude, just "Ultraman".
Jiang Yuanzhou's nickname is "Jiang Hu Yuan", Ye Zhixia's nickname is "Dancing Snowflake", and Cheng Yuan's nickname is "An An"
Looking at it this way, my "Dancing Lightly" is still the most domineering.
I nodded with satisfaction.
When the first friend request was approved, a "beep beep" notification sound suddenly rang, scaring me so much that I almost jumped out of my chair.
Immediately afterwards, Lu Xingye’s Ultraman avatar began to jump wildly in the lower right corner of the screen.
I clicked on the flashing icon and a dialog box popped up.
Ultraman: [? ]
Dancing with light: [Lu Xingye?]
Ultraman: [Who else? ]
Qingwu Feiyang: [Oh.]
Ultraman: [Watch my □□ show]
With □□, the next step is of course to dress yourself up.
My first □□ show was a white dress I bought in exchange for a free coupon.
I think it is more beautiful than any dress my mother bought me because it will always be new and will never fade.
"Ding ding ding!" Lulu just created a group of "Hanshi Squad".
Lu Xingye sent a grinning face.
Jiang Yuanzhou gave a "struggle" fist.
Ye Zhixia sent a cute rabbit emoticon.
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One weekend afternoon, as soon as my parents left the house, Lulu and Ye Zhixia slipped into my study.
The three of us huddled together, staring at the computer screen.
Today, we are going to do something big!
Find netizens.
Recently, there are people in the class who talk mysteriously about "online friends", saying that they can chat about everything under the sun and even send beautiful erotic photos.
How can we miss such an interesting thing?
I quit my main account "Qingwu Feiyang" and prepared to register a new □□ account.
The new nickname is "Rose", which sounds delicate and mature, with a romantic flavor that we don't quite understand.
The age in the information was also changed to 18.
"18 years old..." Ye Zhixia held her chin with her hand, her eyes a little vague, "Does that mean I don't have to practice piano or dance ballet anymore?"
In our imagination at that time, the age of 18 was a mysterious boundary. Once we crossed it, we could break free from all constraints.
The moment I clicked "Register", I felt more than just excitement.
For those of us who grew up in a world of conformity, this secret adventure itself carries a sense of rebellious guilt.
We randomly entered a few strings of numbers in "Find Friends" and before long, someone actually approved our request.
"Ding Dong!" The system prompts that "Past is Like the Wind" has accepted your friend request.
His profile picture is a cartoon boy wearing sunglasses, and his information card says he is 22 years old.
At 22, in our eyes, you are already an adult in another world.
"Hello." The other party sent a message first.
My heart suddenly rose to my throat, my fingers hovered over the keyboard, but I didn't know which key to press.
"Where are you from?" the other party continued to ask.
A simple question made us three "adults" who were only good at talking but not doing anything in theory panic. I looked nervously at Lulu and Xia Xia next to me. They were holding their breath like me.
"What... do we want back?" I asked quietly, as if the other party could hear me.
"Niannian!" Mom's voice suddenly came from the living room, accompanied by the sound of a keychain. "Mom is back!"
We panicked at the same time, and Lulu quickly unplugged the power cord of the computer.
My mother pushed the door open and looked at us puzzledly, "What are you doing huddled in front of the computer?"
"Nothing!" they said in unison.
Mom's eyes flicked back and forth between us and the computer, then she reached out and touched the monitor. "It's so hot, have you been playing on the computer again?"
"We... are looking at study materials." Lulu said stubbornly.
Mom glanced at the dark screen and shook her head helplessly, "Don't play computer for more than half an hour. It's bad for your eyes."
We nodded hurriedly.
It wasn't until Mom turned and went to the kitchen that we breathed a sigh of relief, looked at each other, and couldn't help giggling.
The plan to find netizens collapsed halfway.
The number and password belonging to "18-Year-Old Rose" were soon forgotten by us, just like many games that ended in vain that summer.
I just don’t know if the “Past is Gone with the Wind” on the other side of the Internet will, at some point, think of the “rose” that faded forever after only two words.
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