The strongest game production method

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According to the usual practice, every year on this day, Yu Hanguang and his father would sit with his biological mother in the cemetery for half a day.

Even if you don't speak the whole time, just stare.

After returning home, he had another home-cooked meal with the cold-faced and quiet Yu Qiao and the enthusiastic and witty Gu Shanshan.It is rare for a family of three to get together, but the six eyes on the table, the hot and cold balance, the meal is delicious but tasteless.

After putting down his chopsticks, Yu Hanguang just took advantage of his busy work and rushed back non-stop.

There is a long mountain road between Yizhou and Lucheng, and it is inconvenient to drive at night.But Xiang Weibo deliberately concealed the news of his mother's death. He felt guilty, so he braced himself up, poured a glass of iced Americano into his stomach, and put the glass in the car. Step on the gas pedal diligently.

He had the idea of ​​taking Wei Bo back to show his mother, or even his father, but the first time they met was in the cemetery, it was always too hardcore.

Of course, there is another reason that he always cares about in his mind——

The time has not come.

What exactly is "opportunity", Yu Hanguang understands, but doesn't.

He made "Lonely Cracking Ice" because he knew how to seize the opportunity, had potential users, had hot spots in the Winter Olympics, and met Wei Bo.

But in the sea of ​​love, he was confused instead.

He vaguely felt that the moment when he lightly pierced the paper on the window was called timing, but kicking the door roughly was not.The moment of expressing one's heart is called an opportunity, but seeking a relationship is not.

It was nearly midnight when he arrived in Yizhou. He had a gut feeling that someone was still looking forward to the autumn water at home, so he didn't notify in advance, thinking of creating a surprise that hit the soul directly.

However, after ringing the doorbell for a long time, there was no answer. Yu Hanguang had no choice but to unlock the combination lock suspiciously. He took the soup that Ms. Gu Shanshan forcibly stuffed in the car, and looked blankly into the house.

There was no sound, only a few T-shirts hanging on the balcony, shaking slightly with the night wind and stars.

After confirming that those clothes did not belong to him, Yu Hanguang heaved a sigh of relief and took out his mobile phone to dial.

"I thought you moved back to your small apartment!" After only two weeks together, the old man's old man's check-up operation was so proficient that even he was taken aback, "Why can this fellow drink until now? Afraid you sneaked around behind my back?"

"I'm going back to the apartment. Lili is in a bad mood. I will accompany her tonight. There is a high probability... I won't go back." Wei Bo said in a deep voice.

His voice was somewhat apologetic, making Yu Hanguang suddenly tired and hot, and his whole body was like a piece of white phosphorus that was about to ignite spontaneously.

Yu Bailin clamped the phone between his shoulders and the side of his face, and unbuttoned his shirt with both hands, wondering, "What's wrong with Wei Li? Is it Shi Niansan from her company who provoked her?"

"A little thing." There are people coming and going in the apartment for commercial and residential use, so the background sound on the other end of the phone is a bit noisy, making Wei Bo's tone even more calm, "Shi Niansan... is a good person. If we can help, we will help as much as possible." Help him."

Putting down the phone, Yu Hanguang lay on the sofa with his collar open, unwilling to move, so he opened the social network out of boredom—presumably because the game is about to be officially launched, he has recently become obsessed with this brain-free decompression method.

This swipe, but he lost his joy.

Shi Niansan cheerfully posted a bunch of photos and videos of the Lingshui Township Association on the Internet. In the camera, other people were doing all kinds of twists and turns, but Wei Bo was at a loss in the middle, like an intruder Liu Xiahui.

He drew carefully one by one, and created an exclusive photo album, and saved all the photos of Wei Bo in it; then he went to the bathroom and took a cold shower, barely extinguishing the burning desire heart fire.

Yu Hanguang didn't sleep well that night.

In the dream, it was the same ice field as in "The Lonely Cracking Ice".Standing on a vast expanse of whiteness, he met his relatives and friends one by one.Just when he was about to pull Wei Bo's arm, the ice field melted into a torrent in an instant, wrapping him around him and setting off crashing waves, which also made him and his sweetheart farther and farther apart.

The waves disappeared after a few laps, but he really woke up to the sound of "crashing" water in the bathroom next door-the sky was not yet bright, and a little gray was peeking out through the curtains.He tried his best to open his eyes fully, but failed.

Wei Bo quietly wiped his hair until it was half dry, and when he slid onto the bed, he saw Yu Hanguang turning over and rushing towards him, so he kissed the corner of his eye: "Did you bother?"

The lips and the skin are about to separate, but Wei Bo can feel the scorching temperature of the eyelids.

"No." Although Yu Hanguang's eyes were closed, there was a slight smile on the corner of his mouth, his voice was sticky, like glutinous rice cakes in powdered sugar, "What time is it?"

"45:[-] in the morning." Wei Bo's voice was not loud, and the cool breath blew on Yu Hanguang's side face.

At 45:[-] in the morning, the sweetheart was not swept away by the flood, but lay beside him.

He pulled off the quilt, stretched out his palm to caress Wei Bo's earlobe: "Why are you back at this time? Is Wei Li okay?"

"Lili is fine." Wei Bo put the air conditioner back on the two of them, grabbed Yu Hanguang's restless hand and pressed it to his heart, intertwining his fingers tightly.

"I'm afraid you'll be lonely and cold. Go to sleep, I'm busy tomorrow morning."

……

The two of them spent three poles in the sun, and Wo'erwo went in and out so many times. If Wei Bo hadn't kept in mind the matter of "you have to be busy", the two of them could directly let Wo'erwo call out the battery.

"I brought it back from Lucheng, taste it." Yu Hanguang brought two bowls of boiled soup powder to the living room, and turned to watch the channel Wei Bo adjusted, "I thought the 'busy' you said was a big deal Woolen cloth."

The soup is carefully prepared by a famous hotel in Lucheng. It is hung with old hen, pork belly and stick bones, and some white pepper is sprinkled to remove the fishy smell.

Wei Bo was stimulated by the smell of white pepper and coughed lightly: "The "Brain Hunting Project" will be launched at 11:[-] noon. It's a big deal."

"Today's is the pilot film, which is the familiar routines of several guests. There is basically no real content. Our commercial will only be shown in the first episode the day after tomorrow night." Hulucheng florets.

When he first heard that "Brain Hunting Project" was broadcast every Tuesday and Wednesday night, Yu Hanguang couldn't help but sweat for Lian Chang.

Like games, general variety shows will be launched on weekends, which can not only contribute to the leisure and entertainment life of the people, but also give the show a good ratings.

However, Lian Chang's brain circuit is not normal at all, and he dares to broadcast his variety show on weekday nights, which he is quite confident about:

Leisure on Tues. and Wed. nights is worth more than weekend fun.

Although Yu Hanguang agreed very much, he still spit out the old cliché silently in his heart-no matter how it sounded, it sounded like a blunt excuse given by Lian Chang for not being able to grab the best schedule on the platform.

"The quality and sincerity of the program are often better seen in the pilot film. In any case, we must pay attention to its broadcast status." Wei Bo took a few mouthfuls of soup powder, and the vermicelli was jumping on the tip of his tongue, and the fresh taste was also very good. To his appetite, so he stretched his brows and fiddled with the phone again.

There are three types of things in the world that mortals cannot hide: love, cough, and the satisfaction brought by delicious food.

"Teacher Gu is very generous. I borrowed flowers to present Buddha. Do you still want it?" Seeing him like this, Yu Hanguang rolled his eyes and quickly kissed him on the cheek, "Do you still want it?"

Wei Bo put down his chopsticks, and unconsciously pressed his palm against the side of his neck.

The beautiful spring in the house was disturbed by the loud TV screen——In the pilot film, the guests have just met for a few minutes, and the first task they receive is to vote for their own hearts through the brief acquaintance just now. shooter.

The bloodbath is imminent.

"Brain Hunting Project" has invited a few popular idols, and the screen is very lively. In addition to the official touting barrage on the website, wild messages have gradually increased.

Yu Hanguang was in a piece of cyberspace where [Ah, ah, ah, it’s so exciting, I’m gone], [Good guy, I want to watch the battle], [I was afraid I wouldn’t pass the exam when there was this show], [When will I invite my brother]? While screaming, I saw a special line of sticky text:

[I wish "Brain Hunting Project" a smooth start and become the strongest variety show of the year. 】

The tone of voice was as calm as a text message sent by people more than ten years ago. The old cadres were full of breath, and they were so rigorous that they didn't even miss the punctuation marks.

He stared at the line of bullet screens, looked left and right, and at the same time he noticed the word [strongest], he became interested, and handed the tea to Wei Bo: "Mr. ask you……"

"Love, love now, will always love in the future." Wei Bo blurted out.

He guessed what Yu Hanguang was going to ask, and he had a quick mind. It took only a few seconds from the prediction to the answer.

Yu Hanguang blinked his eyes for a while, and then a bright smile appeared on his face.The heart is also like a small tea leaf, bathed in warm tea, rolling and stretching up and down.

The question "Do you love me?" is vulgar.

Too vulgar.

Vulgar to the point, its answer seems to be produced between mediocre weekends and steaming tea and rice.

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