The strongest game production method

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"mom!"

Yu Hanguang stepped on the ice field, his feet filled with lead.The gradually melting icy water covered his calf, and he anxiously stretched out his hand, trying to grab the gentle woman in front of him.

With a tight hand, he grabbed Wo'erwo's mechanical arm; in an instant, the mechanical arm turned into a gun, and the black muzzle was facing him.

The little foreign boy with blond curly hair said "give me money" with a smile, but mercilessly tapped the trigger with his finger.

The bullet pierced through the heart, and the bloody bullet rushed into the distance.

It was only when he fell into the icy water that he saw the little boy's clothes clearly - a few strands of thread were exposed outside, and [love&peace] was printed on it.

Yu Hanguang exclaimed several times before opening his eyes.When exhaling the turbid air in his chest, he suddenly realized that he had squeezed Wei Bo's wrist bones white.

During his recovery, every cell in his body was lethargic; it was only when his eyes were closed that he was haunted by nightmares.The encounters of so many years seemed to have been discussed, taking advantage of his weakness, they all got into his brain and retaliated wildly.

The only thing that can help him resist the absurd and weird dreams is Wei Bo's hand.

Boyfriend’s hands carry too much—he needs to hold the mouse and type the keyboard at work, clean his yard and massage his mother’s calves when he’s resting; he needs to fetch medicine, serve rice, and wash fruit during the day, and he’s tossed about by himself at night. Hold it by the pillow motionlessly.

Now, these two hands pulled out a wet tissue, and after the palms were slightly warmed, they carefully wiped off the cold sweat on his forehead.

Yu Hanguang's nightmare was so bad that his bones were about to fall apart, so he stood up weakly.Seeing the bright light outside the window, but Wei Bo was the only one in the ward typing on the phone, he adjusted his breathing and asked, "Where's Mom?"

Since the broom-wielding riot a week ago, Lu Yun has kept quiet about the relationship between the two.Yu Hanguang called him "Mom" on his own initiative, but she never answered, and just came to deliver meals every morning as usual.

It is like a Bodhisattva who watches the nose and the heart.

Wei Bo pointed to the steaming breakfast bag on the small table beside him: "Breakfast was delivered just now, and seeing that you were still asleep, I went to talk on the phone with Mr. Gu."

Although they are both in their thirties, they still get along like two big boys on weekdays. For the friendship between the elders, they only know that the Bodhisattva has only found love with Gu Shanshan recently, and they talk on the phone for at least an hour. bottoming.

Wei Bo swallowed the second half of the sentence.

Lu Yun frowned when he heard Yu Hanguang call "Mom" in his dream, so he went out and made a phone call.

Yu Hanguang breathed a sigh of relief, and raised his chin at Wei Bo.Wei Bo realized it instantly, and spread the pancakes, fruits and crispy rice in front of him.

——Talk of the heart is like the deep learning of AI, scattered in countless situations of daily life, every moment.

Wei Bo helped Yu Hanguang break apart the pancakes and fruit, took out two azithromycin pills from the medicine box in the side drawer, and said softly as if coaxing a child, "Eat it with breakfast, it's not bitter."

Yu Hanguang is in charge of dozens of employees in Aimeng University, and he is in charge of all the business of the company. He has a one-sided personality in his work and life; he is a weirdo when it comes to taking medicine. Small pills, he would have to whine with Wei Bo for a long time.

Wei Bo knew that he was most afraid of suffering, he laughed at the vice president of a well-known game company for having a childish temper, but in private he always gave Yu Hanguang medicine in different ways.

Grind it and mix it into porridge, quietly dissolve it in the squeezed orange juice, or simply mix it into rice, and let Yu Hanguang swallow it in one gulp.

At this moment, Yu Hanguang is like a student who sees "read the full text and recite" in the Chinese textbook, half resentment and half grief.

"Take the medicine obediently, and here's this for you." Wei Bo took out a pack of crispy candies from his pocket as if doing a trick, "Mom specially made it for you this morning."

The halva is cut into finger-length neat pieces, and the outer layer is tightly wrapped with sesame seeds and peanuts, but there are air holes one after another inside; the fat and sugar are perfectly combined here.

The sugar made by Lu Yun is very beautiful, the pores are evenly left in the sugar core, and they are closely connected to each other-the toughness and consistency of the sugar are first-class.

Yu Hanguang was playing with the crispy candy in his hand, and the sunlight happened to pass through the air hole, leaving some beams of light on the table.

For example, the love between him and Wei Bo deserves to be baptized by the sun, it is bright and magnanimous.

There's nothing you can't see.

"Our mother's craftsmanship is perfect." Yu Hanguang swallowed the candy pill, and the rainbow fart was smooth, "Hey, I feel so energetic after eating, I want to work in the fields."

During his stay in Lingshui, he joked with the doctors and nurses every day, did as the Romans did, and also learned a substandard Erhua pronunciation.

Wei Bo took the time to reply a few messages, then looked at him dotingly, and said teasingly: "The sky is clear and the rain has stopped, Mr. Yu, you think you can do it again."

"I'm really good." The phone kept ringing, but Yu Hanguang ignored it.He became ruthless, and responded to Wei Bo without giving in, "How many people lined up to look for your Mr. Yu, but you don't know how to cherish it when you get it."

"Hello, Wei Bo." Yu Hanguang answered the phone.

Wei Bo was packing up the rest of the breakfast, he raised his head in surprise when he heard this: "Huh?"

"Hush..." Yu Hanguang narrowed his eyes slyly at him, put his index finger on his lips, "Wei Bo, continue talking."

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After briefly exchanging the overseas business data with Wei Bo, Yu Hanguang put the mobile phone on the small table beside the bed, and tapped his fingers slowly.The action is not like playing the piano, but more like pulling a stringed instrument such as a guzheng and a pipa, making a clanging sound.

"Is there a problem with work?" Wei Bo asked.

Yu Hanguang shook his head: "How can there be any problems with the work I'm in charge of? Wei Bo is very capable. By the way, aren't all of you by your name really good?"

Seeing that Wei Bo didn't understand, he didn't explain, and said again: "There is a little girl in our project team, she is a great thief. Except for some force majeure due to the war, the rest of the indicators are consistent with the fitting data made by her. very close."

"It's because it went so smoothly that I don't worry about it."

Over the years, he was used to being the captain at the helm.

But if the sky is clear and the direction can be distinguished only by the position of the sun, the captain must be the first person to be anxious—people who are used to wind and waves will subconsciously feel that calm is a precursor to danger.

"Mr. Yu," Wei Bo took a cup of Wen Baikai, "How long have you been Mr. Yu?"

Yu Hanguang was taken aback by his question, took a sip of water, suppressed the bitterness on the back of his tongue, and replied instinctively: "After you left, I have been staying in the business group. I was promoted to VP after the beginning of this year."

Wei Bo frowned: "How long do you think you can be?"

This sounded like an interrogation, and it didn't sound good; Yu Hanguang also saw a little seriousness on his face, rubbing his thumb back and forth on the cup wall: "...why do you ask this?"

Wei Bo continued: "Let me ask this in a different way - can Aimeng's overseas business work without you?"

These words hit the point, Yu Hanguang put down the water glass and looked at him quietly.

Before he went to Wudun on a business trip, he said that the company's overseas business could continue without him.At that time, it was just a teasing of the lively atmosphere, but now that Wei Bo mentioned it, he felt the cold undercurrent behind him.

Everything, just looks beautiful.

Going to sea is different from his previous projects.

Although it has been launched this year, and the business model has been successfully implemented half by groping and half by means, but in the matter of pushing the game abroad, the factor of "war between heaven and man" is even more serious-he often jokes that going to sea is "Countless distances, countless people, all related to me" (1).

Sometimes, no matter how hard you try, a policy, a war, a plague, a power game, civil strife... may make everything before go in vain.

This is also the reason why he developed the habit of watching international news every day after doing overseas business.

If the distance is a matter of fate, it is impossible to remain indifferent to the vicissitudes in the news.Who can guarantee that everyone will have the current year and such good luck in the future?

More importantly, after personally experiencing this small turmoil in Wudun, he persisted in his game ideals for nine years. He was crumbling under the gunfire and bullets, and in the little boy's [Love&Peace] clothes.

The so-called success is just that the real misfortune did not happen to him.

Yu Hanguang remembered the nightmare just now.

"This is your prosperity and your dilemma." Wei Bo noticed his hesitation and confirmed the answer in his heart, "Actually, each of us is living in our own dilemma."

The banter in Yu Hanguang's eyes suddenly disappeared, and he remained silent.

Wei Bo said: "Do you still remember? I once asked you, have you ever thought about jumping out of the VR game industry and taking a new path?"

He added: "I asked when I was in Wudun."

Udon.

When he re-entered a well-known optical communication company, he focused on Wudun.Although the company also has other expatriate countries to choose from, he hardly considers them.

When I first went there, I just hoped to take a walk where my father passed by.He has never experienced a deep father-son relationship, he wants to redeem himself, and he also wants to make up for the regrets in his heart.

The expatriate pay is good, and the work is not as brain-intensive as it used to be in the game company.In the first few weeks, he looked at the quiet starry sky of Wudun on the roof of the Sunshine Bar, and often wondered why his father was always depressed and disappointed in his eyes?

Slowly, he became aware of a dilemma.

The predicament is related to the person himself, even if the environment is changed, it cannot be changed.

Humans seem to be such a strange and imperfectly evolved animal-extremely adaptable, content to enjoy the pleasures of day-to-day, but not happy in retrospect.On the road of life, you are scrambling and entangled in mundane affairs, but when you look back, you find that your hands are empty and exhausted.

Philosophers say that life is like Sisyphus pushing a stone up a hill, and he thinks this is glorification.

In fact, life is sometimes no different from the life of a mouse, trapped in a glass cover and constantly running.After running for a long time, some people will gradually accept their fate and feel that the fate of the day after day is justified. If the glass cover is removed, they may complain about the cold and windy outside and beg for the protection of the glass cover.

Live like this for 30 years until the building collapses. (2)

But he doesn't want to be such a person.

He was certain that Yu Hanguang would not want to be such a person either.

After a long pause, Yu Hanguang returned to his smile, with a curved arc at the end of his drooping eyes: "Mr. Wei, don't go online like this! Don't just talk about me, you have jumped out of a predicament now, and you don't want to follow me. I return to Aimeng, so what are you going to do next?"

Having been with Yu Hanguang for a long time, Wei Bo can feel the whole of his ability to observe the subtleties.Hearing this "Teacher Wei", he knew that Yu Hanguang should have thought about it - when his boyfriend was emotional or anxious, he would call him "dear"; ’, it will be transformed into “Teacher Wei” with a calm tone.

"What I'm going to do next..."

"Lian Chang sent me a message in the morning," Wei Bo held up his phone, his amber pupils shone brightly under the light, "I plan to pay off the debt I owed a year ago."

"Go to his new variety show."

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(1) From "This Is Life" by Lu Xun.

(2) From Wan Qing's "Kill That Shijiazhuang Man".

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Lian Chang one year ago: I don't need amateur actors anymore!

Lian Chang one year later: Teacher Wei, it smells so good~