I miss the days when I first came to the city, because no one was there for me, and I wandered the streets alone. Unfortunately, the weather outside was cold, so I went into a game room, walking into a world that didn't belong to me. In front of a row of games, a group of students were enthusiastically playing. At a slot machine, a skilled migrant worker inserted coins, working hard during the day and spending the night with passion on the game. I watched his coins, only blinking while counting numbers. Quietly, I looked at the young woman carrying chips, her long hair fluttering, black eyes, white face, smiling like a happy rabbit. Before a lottery machine, stood a crowd of people. The boss placed six pictures of one hundred yuan notes in front. This is a Deal or No Deal game, no investment, no gain. It's a test between man and computer. The smart boss doesn't know whether the host computer won. A man lying on the sofa, not owning you, no one said you would get through a cold winter night. Although the place is dirty, I have some gratitude because it helped me through a difficult winter. Related articles: http://home.7kill.com/space.php?uid=86191&do=blog&id=1567328 http://blogs.princeton.edu/pia/personal/thoffecker/2010/11/chinese-milk.html#comments http://www.virvil.com/members/home