Li Yiji was a rare 'old coin holder' in PVP. He stood on the homepage of the crypto exchange app, always wearing that T-shirt printed with 'to the moon', the cuffs already frayed. His wallet usually had 0.1 SOL left, barely surviving on the remnants of years of trading coins.
“Li Yiji, are you still trading coins?” Someone in the crypto group chat sent a meme with a hint of mockery.
“Trading, trading quite well…” Li Yiji looked up and squeezed out an ambiguous response.
Li Yiji studied finance and claimed to have read countless white papers. During the bull market, he believed in 'value investing,' shouting 'Bitcoin will tenfold in ten years,' but always heavily invested, chasing highs and cutting losses, to the point of doubting life. In the bear market, he gritted his teeth insisting 'regular investment is faith,' but his account shrank day by day, and even friends laughed at him: 'Li Yiji, that little money of yours is better off taking out for a hot pot!'
But Li Yiji didn’t listen. He always confidently said: “SOL will go up, blockchain is the future!” as if these words would make his deflated wallet swell again.
On a certain day during the Spring Festival, he was in the group 'analyzing the market' when he suddenly received a WeChat message from a distant relative:
“Oh no, Bitcoin is $100,000! You should have bought some back when you were playing with it; you must be rolling in profits now!”
Li Yiji stared blankly at the message, casually clicking on his wallet, the lonely 0.1 SOL almost suffocating him. He smiled wryly and replied:
“Small profit, small profit.”
After sending the message, he tossed his phone aside. He sat in front of the coffee table, staring blankly at the homepage of the exchange, as if the K-line chart was mocking him.
“Are you still investing in this?”
The voice of the neighbor next door drifted over from the group chat, interrupting his thoughts. Li Yiji looked up and saw someone in the group mention a new project, saying the tech team was strong and it might become the next thousandfold coin.
“Things like this, nine out of ten are just schemes.” The neighbor mocked, “Li Yiji, do you dare to invest?”
Li Yiji listened, suddenly feeling like he had grasped the last straw for survival, transferring the last 0.1 SOL from his wallet. He gritted his teeth and told himself, “It will go up, it will go up.”
Months later, good news came from the market. That token skyrocketed a thousandfold, and the entire crypto circle was buzzing. Someone in the group shouted: “Li Yiji, did you strike it rich this time?”
“Sent, sent…” Li Yiji mumbled, but didn't say much more. He sat in front of the computer, looking at the zeros in his account, his fingers gently brushing over the screen, his gaze dreamy.
During the Spring Festival, relatives gathered together drinking and chatting, again bringing up Bitcoin: “Little Li, I heard you've been playing with that coin, how much have you made this time?”
Li Yiji raised his cup and smiled, saying: “Small profit, small profit.”
No one noticed that his voice was as light as the wind, dispersing into the air.
In the distance, fireworks burst open, and the colorful lights reflected on his face, like dreams he could never reach.