Deyun's salted fish, China Entertainment's superstar, the god of the game circle

Chapter 59
Guo Degang's popularity in his previous life is of course inseparable from his reorganization and adaptation of traditional cross talk, and his original series of cross talk is even more creditable.

In his previous life, he didn't start creating until 06, but now Tang Deyan brought this up in advance, which can be regarded as accelerating the pace of development of Deyun Club.

As for the jumping clowns in the newspapers, in Tang Deyan's eyes, they were nothing more than jumping clowns. With Guo Degang's fighting power, he might be able to defeat them in a few hits.

After eating the hot boiled mutton, Yu Qian wanted to go home to accompany his wife, Guo Degang was in a hurry to start creating, and Hou Zhen planned to go back to his home to get some clothes for a change.So a group of shirtless men put on their clothes, went out of the restaurant with human appearance, and went back to their respective houses.

Tang Deyan returned to his courtyard, and got into the game room. When the air conditioner was turned on, he collapsed on the sofa, feeling extremely comfortable.After taking a sip of the Coke just taken out of the refrigerator, the earphones were buckled: "I'm here, what are you doing?"

His computer is not turned off 24 hours a day, and his game account is not offline, which saves him having to wait in line when logging in. Anyway, he just burns some cards, and he has money and willfulness.

There is also a trick here, put the WOW character in the hotel, press the Numlk key to let him run against the wall, the system will not judge the temporary departure and force logout.

"Yo, the boss is here!"

YY is hanging in the room that the team usually uses, but at this time only Master Tiangua is there

"Come on, why are you alone?"

"That guy Yi Shanjin said before that he didn't have a point card, and he hasn't used it. I seriously suspect that he lied about his age. He might be a brat who is asking his family for pocket money."

"No, his voice is quite mature." Tang Deyan doubted.

"Boss, I'm afraid you haven't heard of a voice changer. Besides, don't you feel that he usually talks upside down and seriously lacks logic?"

"That's a bit of a stretch. By the way, Sissy didn't come either?"

"No, I went offline to watch "Happy Camp" yesterday, and I haven't played it until now. I've been wandering around in the game by myself for a long time."

"It's broad daylight, don't you go to class?"

"I'm in England, boss. Jet lag!"

"Yes, I forgot that you are an overseas student from a local tyrant." Tang Deyan yawned: "I guess Lao Hou will be online in a while, anyway, there is no one around right now, so I'll take a nap first."

"Stop, boss, why are you going to leave after hearing that Sissy is not here, don't you have thoughts about others?"

"You can pull it down, how old is Sissi, and she's a minor! Starting in three years, the maximum penalty is the death penalty, do you know? I won't talk to you anymore, I'll go to sleep."

Spring is not a day for reading, and summer is so hot that it is good to sleep.

Tang Deyan slept until dark in the evening before getting up.Young Master didn't come, he was the only one in the big yard, rubbed his hungry stomach, didn't bother to go out, took out a pack of instant noodles, crushed them, sprinkled with seasonings and chewed them.

Bang Dang, the door of the room was pushed open suddenly, and Hou Zhen ran in sweating profusely with red eyes: "Boss Tang, hurry up, something happened!"

Before Tang Deyan could speak, he dragged him to the game room.

"What's the matter?" Tang Deyan asked strangely, looking at Hou Zhen like this, it seemed that something had happened, but what does it mean to run to the game room?
"Look for yourself." Hou Zhen opened the union interface, pointed to the text in the announcement and said, wiping away tears.

Tang Deyan looked intently, and it read: "I regret to announce to everyone that my daughter, your friend Ouyang Qianqian, left us forever at 12:32 noon today.

Sissy suffers from ALS, we and Sissy are both prepared for her departure.I just didn't expect the condition to deteriorate so suddenly.Maybe God likes this angel so much, and he can't wait to take her back to heaven for a reunion.

Sissy liked this game very much before she was alive. She would always mention to me the friends she met in the game. There is Brother Monkey who likes Doraemon, Mr. Sweet Potato who likes to pretend to be mature, the little kid Yi Shanjin, Brother Xianyu who knows everything, and many, many friends. She wrote a poem very early and wanted to give it to everyone when she parted. Now I have to translate it for you:

Don't cry at my tombstone, I'm not there, I'm not asleep.

I am the bitter wind blowing across the snowfields of Northrend.

I am the gentle spring rain that nourishes the wheat fields of the Westfall.

I am the quiet dawn that fills the woods of Stranglethorn.

I am the mighty drum, flying over the clouds of Nagrand.

I am the warm stars that adorn the night of Darnassus.

I am a singing bird, remaining in the beautiful world.

Don't cry at my tombstone, I'm not there, I'm not asleep. "

"Boss, what should we do?" Hou Zhen's voice was crying.

Yi Shanjin, who went online at some point, was already crying heartbreakingly.

But Tang Deyan didn't know what to do. It wasn't the first time he faced the death of relatives and friends, but human beings seemed so powerless every time they faced death, and all they could do was remember or forget.

"Boss, I want everyone to remember Sissy. I asked you during the day if you like Sissy. In fact, I like her very much. She is still so young, and she likes to help others so much..." Mr. Sweet Potato said with restraint, his language was as illogical as the little kid he despised.

"Let's send her off." In the end, Tang Deyan felt that this was all he could do.

He controlled the game character, took off his equipment, and came to the gate of Ironforge in only a white dress.This is the place where players plant their flags for PK, and there are also many trumpets begging here, "Brothers and sisters, can you lend me a gold coin to learn skills?"

Sissy never PK, she really likes to come here to give some gold coins to beggars.In her words, even if it can help a person who really needs help, it is good.

Tang Deyan didn't speak, and sat there quietly watching the bitter wind blowing in the valley outside Ironforge.Zhuge God Monkey is here, Mr. Sweet Potato is here, and Yishanjin is here.

Members of the union put on white shirts and came here to sit quietly.The players who planted the flag stopped fighting, and the begging horns also changed into white robes.Players who had been helped by Sissy came here upon hearing the news, and more players who had never met each other spontaneously came to give Sissy a ride after hearing the news.

Mrs. Sweet Potato: "Boss, you see that so many people have come to see Sissi off, everyone will definitely remember her, right?"

Tang Deyan: "Yes, yes."

Mrs. Sweet Potato: "Boss, let's find someone to help Sissy write a song, so maybe everyone won't forget her."

Tang Deyan: "Okay."

Master Sweet Potato: "I want English songs, the English audience is wide, maybe I can write a book and make it into a movie..."

Tang Deyan: "Yes."

Master Sweet Potato: "Boss, look, Sissy is online."

. . . . . .

On that day, more than [-]% of the players on the server gathered in Ironforge, with alliances and tribes.Let's see off the little girl who likes to help others.

The game company learned the reason of the incident and made an NPC named Sissy, a night elf druid who stood outside the gate of Ironforge, sometimes turning into a mischievous leopard and sometimes a simple bear.Whenever a newcomer comes to Ironforge, they can receive a task,
Tour Ironforge with Sissy's enthusiastic guidance.

PS: Sissi was created by me based on Warcraft player Kelly Duck and Jianwang three player Lang Lingfei. The writing skills are not good enough, and many touches cannot be shared. This person only has a few years of our youth in the game.The original text of Sissi's last poem is as follows:

Do not stand at my grave and weep,

I am not there, I do not sleep.
I am in a thousand wind that blow,

across Northre and's bright and shining snow.
I am the gentle shower of rain,

on Westfall's fields of golden grain.
I am in the morning hush,

of Stragnlethorn's jungle, green and lush.
I am in the drums loud and grand,

the thunderous hooves across Nagrand.
I am the stars warmly gleaming,

over Darnassus softly dreaming.
I am in the birds that sing,

I am in each lovely thing.
Do not stand at my grave and weep,

I am not there. I do not die.
　Lang Ling

　　
　
(End of this chapter)