The strongest game production method

Yu Hanguang accidentally watched a youth pain movie.The movie was poorly shot, but the bloody plot of the reunion of the hero and heroine still lingered in his mind.

Since then, he has imagined such an unrealistic scenario countless times——

If we meet again, he must find an electronic pen to pierce that person's chest, and smash the mouse, keyboard and monitor on that person's face; or simply go up and punch someone to vent all his resentment and anger.

It would be best if his forehead would be red and swollen, just like what he did to him when they first met.

Then, with a sullen face, he yelled:

"What do you owe me?"

But when this unbelievable moment suddenly hit his eyes, he forgot to breathe, and all the blood in his body seemed to flow out; it was like an empty shell software with all the codes deleted, even a simple program command could not respond; it was not even in time. Think about whether the figure in front of you is a stranger with the same name and surname.

Yu Hanguang magnified his five senses—all around him were faces of foreigners with light-colored eyes and curly hair. There was an unfamiliar smell of shisha and fragrance in the air, and the mysterious birdsong of the coffee fortune-teller was still echoing in his ears.

He rubbed his eyes, and felt that time and space were disordered, and a huge enchantment in front of him fell out of thin air and stuck on the ground.

The one in the barrier was wearing an off-white flannel long-sleeved shirt that was exactly like him.It is obviously dressed casually, but for some reason, it reveals coldness and loneliness.

Only then did Yu Hanguang confirm that this place is definitely not a dream, let alone a VR game plot.

My eyes are fine, that...

No, he should be called Weibo.

Wei Bo is close at hand.

How did he happen to be here?

How has he been this year?

Why did he leave without saying goodbye?

does he remember mestill love me?

Does he... have any newcomers by his side?

How can he pay back what he owes me!

Life is not a novel or a soap opera, love at first sight, breaking up and falling in love, old love reuniting, reunion after a broken mirror... There are not so many clichés to spill.At this moment, if he spit out some surging yelling and hysteria again, it will even make everyone present a new "Sunshine Bar".

Yu Hanguang felt like he was on a roller coaster, and his mind suddenly opened up, and a cold greeting came out of nowhere:

"Long time no see, Teacher Wei."

He even gave a self-sufficient chuckle.

"Hey, Wei Bo, Mr. Yu, do you know each other?" The eldest brother who was showing off his son's high school entrance examination results just now stood up, looked at the two people dressed in exactly the same way, and waved at Yu Hanguang, "The water rushed into the Dragon King Temple, how dare you!" Alright, Mr. Yu, let's fight for a table!"

"Brother Wei, we have been working here for almost a year, but I have never heard you mention your relatives and friends in China!" The young man also echoed.

Yu Hanguang raised his brows fiercely, and the questions entangled in his mind actually opened a crack in the bloody hole that had been blocked in his heart.The cracks quickly spread in all directions, tearing at the skin|flesh and tearing his heart apart.

The more I think about it, the more it hurts——Wei Bo's cold words collided with his raging heart fire and made a huge sound.He pressed his chest, and the exit was a little out of control:

"Ask me how I met? He is..."

Before he finished speaking, he only heard the person on the other side let out a very light snort, and said in a warm voice:

"I'm his lover."

Nowadays, the atmosphere is enlightened, and most people have heard of the matter of different sexual orientations, and they can accept it with a smile.

But when everything really happened around them, their attitudes were different.

Wei Bo's two colleagues were in a daze for several minutes before they could figure out the relationship between the two. The smiles were embarrassingly frozen on their faces like a mask, and they didn't know how to continue the conversation.

"It's not convenient here," Wei Bo glanced at the bar counter, as if looking for something, "Let's chat in another place..."

"Hello? Who are you? I have nothing to talk to you." Yu Hanguang snorted a few times.

The nostrils hadn't finished breathing, but there was warmth from the waist.

——Wei Bo hugged him under the ribs: "Chat in another place."

If you have feelings for a person, his habit is always unforgettable.

If there is still affection for a person, his habits will even transfer.

Yu Hanguang seemed to have inherited Wei Bo's fault of "talking about integrity", and he clearly said no, but after being hugged so intimately, he obediently followed Wei Bo out of the bar amidst everyone's stunned expressions.

And even more obediently took Wei Bo to his room.

Yu Hanguang has the DNA of being crazy in his genes, and he is best at performing in public; but now he is really in the same room with his former lonely man and widowed man, and the weird silence makes him feel at a loss.

He rubbed his hair that smelled of hookah, drank the sparkling water prepared by the waiter on the tea table in one gulp, and twirled the cake in the snack box next to him into his mouth.

The cake is kept warm with dry ice, the topped vanilla ice cream balls have not yet melted, and the bottom layer is made of chocolate mousse.It's just that I don't know what technology is used, it chews finely and densely, and the taste is complicated and different.

Like a serious matter.

He tasted the cake, and watched Wei Bo's expression calmly.

A year has passed, and the browbones of the person in front of him are still stubborn and high, the corners of his mouth are tightly pursed, and his posture of sitting by the window has not changed.

When the light fell, his thick black hair was still scattered, occasionally reflecting a tiny silver light.The light reflected on the face, and the beige shirt is even more pure white, showing indescribable clarity.

When they were together before, every morning when he woke up, he would brush Wei Bo's black hair on his forehead.

There is no more warm and reassuring moment of the day than this.

Yu Hanguang really wanted to raise his arms to hug him - the famous saying "Love is a kiss at six o'clock in the morning" by a great writer suddenly flashed in his mind.

But he suddenly remembered that the next sentence was "Love is wanting to touch, then withdrawing" (1).

"I'm sorry," Wei Bo raised his head with all his strength, fearing that he would burst into tears, and repeated, "I'm sorry."

Yu Hanguang pressed his finger on the edge of the coffee table: "One year, 360 five days, 760 hours, 52 minutes. Just a light, sorry?"

"Do you know that every time you show up, you have to say 'I'm sorry' to me." He smiled wryly and glared at Wei Bo fiercely, "Why does it seem like I'm the one who was wrong?"

Yes.

When did it start to seem like I was the culprit who messed up my life?

Wei Bo got up and stepped forward, without saying a word, but grabbed Yu Hanguang's wrist which was resting nervously on the coffee table.

Then he led those hands around his neck.

He didn't make a sound, and let Yu Hanguang bite and vent his full of resentment.That resentment turned into sharp claws, into sharp teeth, into a pick that ruthlessly dug into the cold heart.

He was willing to gamble and admit defeat in this drilling sound, he was willing to surrender, and he was ready to kill.

Arrive | die | touch.

When it was not so intense, Yu Hanguang came back to his senses and opened his eyes to look over.

You can see it at a glance.

He always lamented that he was lonely, and this person in front of him was not lonely.The lonely look in his eyes made him shrink his fingers.

Loneliness is a kind of lucky temperament, lucky enough to support two people to go through the bumpy journey separately; it is also sad, sad because it allows each other to see clearly the pain of every inch of the years that have come step by step.

Thinking of this, Yu Hanguang slowed down while panting, and his movements were much gentler.

He wanted to change his posture, but Wei Bo clenched his wrist tightly, and his eyes were also covered.

When the darkness fell, Yu Hanguang thought, so what if it was a dream, so what if he disappeared tomorrow, so what if he died by his side tonight.

After going through the most bitter moment like this, Yu Hanguang tasted some sweetness.

The scoops of vanilla ice cream on the coffee table gradually melted, intertwining silently with the chocolate mousse.

……

When he opened his eyes again, he raised his hands above his head as if surrendering. Although he was sweating profusely, a thin quilt was placed on his body.

Because of the time difference, he slept for more than a full lap this time, and it is already five o'clock in the afternoon on Friday.The room was exposed to the west, and the sun shone through the window into a scorching silence. Yu Hanguang woke up sleepy from the heat, and casually picked up a snow-white pillow and put it behind his head.

He was too familiar with this feeling of loneliness; before he fell asleep last night, he was also mentally prepared for the "go away after something happened".

... Everyone is an adult, without him, it's just a pity.

It's just that my body is so sore, and my original plan to go to several well-known escape rooms in Komul City for field inspections may have been ruined.

He patted his stomach while yawning - he had eaten a big meal last night, and his stomach was already empty - and decided to get up and go to the hotel restaurant to try his luck.

After washing up, he opened the door refreshed.

But suddenly saw a figure leaning against the door, turned his head and met the amber pupils.

Yu Hanguang was so frightened that he fell back tactically, accidentally stepped on his canvas shoelace, and was about to trip and fall to the ground.

The waist next to the ribs was held by warm palms just in time.

"Are you hungry?" Wei Bo straightened him up, held the paper bag in his other hand, and smiled.

Yu Hanguang saw water drops oozing from the edge of the paper bag, and the creases that were originally folded were soaked. Knowing that Wei Bo had been waiting at the door for a long time, he took a deep breath and blocked the door: "Since you left, why did you come back?"

Wei Bo didn't dare to enter the room, and said casually as before: "I brought you two different ones, you can choose whatever you like."

Yu Hanguang growled unconvinced and asked: "Why do you want to come back?!"

"Sunshine Hotel" had a lot of foreign guests, and there were blond and blue-eyed guests passing by in the corridor. Hearing that they cast strange glances at the two, Yu Hanguang had no choice but to get out of the way and lead them into the room.

Wei Bo avoided his question, took out the lunch box from the paper bag and spread it out: "The western food is ordered by the hotel restaurant, and the Chinese food is from me..."

He looked up and stopped.

Yu Hanguang sat by the sofa and ignored him, but his eyes were red.

Wei Bo took a breath: "Han Guang..."

"Don't tell me you're sorry." Yu Hanguang asked tremblingly, "Why?"

"I have no problem, you have no problem, even my parents agree, why?"

Wei Bo paused his hand which was opening the lunch box, and froze in place.

After a long silence, he still said, "I'm sorry."

Two major "failures" in life - apologizing to the person you loved, and confessing to the person you still love.

He has chewed the phrase "you think about it" countless times.

Not sure about Yu Qiao's attitude.

The head-mounted display hardware project he promoted went out of control and almost cost Yu Hanguang his life.

I also repeatedly smacked the phrase "cooperates very well with me".

He has no ability, no connections, and is even six years behind Meng Ai.What to take with Meng Abby?

"Sorry……"

Yu Hanguang's eyes were red, as if they were about to burn.He shook his head in disbelief, got up and stepped forward, pushing Wei Bo to a corner: "Why don't you ask me? Teacher Wei, what do you do with this mouth? It's just to say sorry?!"

Wei Bo threw the paper bag into the trash can, with a sluggish smile on his face: "I'm sorry, this seems to be a bug I was born with."

The two were so close that the tip of their noses were sweating, they were about to collide.

Wei Bo couldn't even support his hands, and pressed back on the coffee table to keep his body balanced.

He took a breath: "When we were doing "Your 99 Stories", do you remember that I mentioned a traversal algorithm?"

"Why don't you remember?!" Yu Hanguang suppressed his palpitations and growled.

Every piece of copywriting, every line of code, every sentence is remembered.

He remembers it all.

Wei Bo continued: "In the past year, even if I followed the algorithm and walked every path, or even deliberately took a long way around, I still couldn't avoid the most real emotions. After traversing so many paths, I realized that I will always go around return."

"That feeling..."

Life is as quiet as a pool of stagnant water, but if the person you really care about is in an unknown place, that feeling is like a fire breaking out through frosted glass.

Burning, but quiet; bursting, but silent.

He straightened up carefully, put his palm on Yu Hanguang's shoulder, as if he had made up his mind: "So I regret it, I want to fix this bug."

Yu Hanguang was taken aback by the words, his unwillingness faded, and he unconsciously took two steps back.

"I always think, if I can see you again one day—" Wei Bo said, "I will go with you immediately."

The time Yu Hanguang and Wei Bo have been together is not short, but when has he ever heard him speak so bluntly, with veins throbbing on his forehead, and his outstretched arms still hanging in the air.

"Brother..." Yu Hanguang's Adam's apple rolled and stuck into his arms.

……

When the setting sun in the distance completely fell into the sand dunes, Yu Hanguang poked his head out of Wei Bo's arms.There was silence all around, but his stomach was very blind, and it gurgled for a while.

"Are you hungry now?" Wei Bo smiled like he was teasing a child, showing his eight white teeth.

He gently supported Yu Hanguang on the sofa, like holding a bouquet of flowers soaked by the rainstorm, and then pushed the lunch box closer: "It's cold, let's eat something. If you don't have an appetite, we will go to the top floor at night." Eat at the Sunshine Bar."

Yu Hanguang looked down at the lunch box, one box was black pepper steak, tender red in the burnt brown color, a high-quality product visible to the naked eye.

Another box is very strange: scrambled eggs with leeks, fried shredded chicken with bean sprouts, tofu soup.

He has been abroad several times, and he knows that these ingredients are basically only loved by Chinese people, and they are not common in foreign countries.

His Teacher Wei is very thoughtful.

After eating coffee and bread for the past two days, Yu Hanguang is really hungry now.Seeing that the leeks were green and amiable, and smelled familiar, he was suddenly elated, and joked: "As the saying goes, a good horse never turns its head back, Mr. Wei, does your face hurt?"

"Just eat." Taking advantage of his inattention, Wei Bo covered the corner of his mouth with his lips.

"Just eat, just eat, just eat."

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(1) From Salinger's Broken Story Heart.

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Other young lovers: the flowers are blooming before the moon is under.

Xiao Yu and Xiao Wei: They reunited in front of a plate of leeks.

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One year when I was studying abroad, I was really greedy for fresh leeks, tofu and bean sprouts, and then bought them at a small local Chinese vegetable garden at a high price...