The strongest game production method

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"...I fell on the ice first, and then I fell into the water. It was so cold." The piercing feeling was both fake and real, and he shivered. , and then, and you all came..."

Although it was the ice field that he had dreamed of countless times, this time it was different - he was knocked dizzy by someone, and his waist was pushed hard; Before he could step on it, he fell directly into the glacier.

Ice water poured in from all directions, hindering the free fall and taking away his body temperature; however, it made the previously blurred figures clear.

They are smiling and saying goodbye to themselves.

Yu Hanguang's hair floated in front of his eyes with the current, his arms were hanging up by his ears, trying to catch the last beam of light above his head.He feebly spit out the last string of air bubbles in his chest, ready to wait for the final judgment of death.

"Then Mom came over again...Come and hug me." Thinking of the warm embrace in his dream, he curled his legs tighter and covered his temples in discomfort.

The more I think about it, the more messed up my brain becomes.

Hearing the word "again", Yu Qiao kept her body straight, but said hoarsely, "Your mother, I mean your dead mother, do you always dream about her?"

Yu Hanguang thought for a few seconds, then nodded.

it's wired.

Because of the deliberate avoidance of my father and stepmother, since I can remember, I have only seen the blurred appearance of my biological mother in a few old photos at home.

I seldom think of her face.

But that face was vividly seared into his brain just now.

His eyelashes kept fluttering, as if he was reading the memory of his brain: "Mom was the last one to come, and she said it's okay, she's here, no matter how long it takes, she can take me out."

Two or three fragmented nonsense sentences drained all the blood from Yu Qiao's heart.

It's not that he has never experienced such a heart-wrenching time, but he has lived for [-] days, and "knowing the destiny" has long been a calm word for him.

He is already 60 this year.People at this age will inevitably speculate on the extinction and death of life; indulging in this speculation, they gradually care about food and vegetables, and everything related to time.

In the face of time, human struggles are insignificant; now, he can taste the taste of "the moon in the river is only similar every year" and "peach blossoms still laugh at the spring breeze" from it.

Until this "yesterday reappeared" accident woke him up from his addiction.

no matter how long...

Yu Qiao muttered in her heart.

How long has it been?

"It's been 27 years..." he murmured.

27 years ago, it was the coming new century.

As far as people can see, the bright sun will cover the future with rose-colored dreams; the wave will push everyone who is willing to fight forward with anticipation and hope.

My career is booming, and the 1.8-meter-old man in front of me is still a baby. Although he stays on the project site on business trips all year round, fortunately, his wife understands the separation of the two places very well.

"Migratory bird couples" are very common now, but it was not easy at the time.Yu Qiao and his wife will find a way to get together when they have time - he will go, or she will come, or choose a compromise city, even if it's only for a few hours, even if it's just at the train station, it's still worth it.

Even if the migratory birds pass by in the air, their wings must be drawn in the most romantic gesture.

Those days were similar to the present days. The rain in the early summer in the south of the Yangtze River was sometimes heavy and sometimes small, and it stretched endlessly.

Yu Qiao was on a business trip and couldn't go back, so her considerate wife entrusted her son to her natal family. It happened that two colleagues from the unit were also rushing to the project site, so the wife gratefully took the ride.

On the winding mountain road out of Lucheng, the car fell off the cliff due to the sudden heavy rain.

The cliff was actually not steep, and the driver and co-driver were only slightly injured because they were wearing seat belts.The wife in the back seat was not so lucky - the glass in the rear window of the car shattered in the rollover and she was thrown out of the car.

After removing the white cloth from the corpse, he didn't even dare to take a second look.

Time will not only leave lines representing aging on the face and body of human beings, but also draw marks in the hearts of people.

Some notches are filled with clear streams, some are surging torrents, and some are deep dark springs.

It's ironic that he is a well-known water conservancy engineering expert in the industry, but his family members all died in the rainstorm.

Fate cannot be repeated, but it will rhyme; time cannot go back, but it will cycle——

Perhaps it is precisely because they are mother and child that there are repeated dreams and such a deep fate and bond.

It turned out that this dark and deep spring has been bubbling with trickles.

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The brain memory was completely released, Yu Hanguang finally came back to his senses, and asked in a low voice: "Director Yu, Teacher Gu... How long have you been here?"

His father's palms were warm and dry, but thinking of the unique father-son love scene just now, Yu Hanguang gently rubbed his fingertips, so uncomfortable that goosebumps fell all over the bed.

Without the protection of goosebumps, the coolness crawled up his skin, and he pulled the quilt over his shoulders.

Ever since he could remember, the way he and Yu Qiao got along has never been one of paternal love.

Maybe it's - father's love is like a mountain... the body is landslide.

"What does 27 years mean?" Even though he was still dizzy just now, his ears were still sharp, and he asked in doubt.

For a long time, Yu Qiao wanted to bury this secret forever; coupled with his son's current situation, it was really not suitable for him to tell the past, so he kept a sullen face and did not speak.

It was Gu Shanshan who walked to the bedside, picked up the remote control to turn off the air conditioner, and said warmly: "Your father and I came here in the morning, and we had a wedding at noon, and you didn't answer the call. We were planning to go to Yuhu Lake for a while. , but the rain was too heavy, so I could only stay in the tea room next to the hotel and read newspapers and magazines all afternoon."

Both she and Yu Qiao had tempers that could sit still, and they only thought that their son was busy with work, so they drank tea for several hours patiently.

Just about to contact Yu Hanguang to have dinner together, the number was dialed, and the person who answered the phone turned out to be a doctor.

She asked worriedly again: "Son, we are doing well, are you alright?"

"It's not a big problem, stay steady." Although his expression was weak, Yu Hanguang was able to straighten his body.He shook his head, "My blood bar is very thick."

Just now, the biological mother and the stepmother couldn't tell the difference, and they might have accidentally hurt Gu Shanshan's feelings. Yu Hanguang felt guilty, so he joked lightly: "Mr. Go all out, eat and drink, don't take anything to heart."

"Bah bah, what kind of ghost door is closed? I just like to talk nonsense." Gu Shanshan quickly smiled as usual, picked up the wet clothes piled up next to her, and was about to go out for dry cleaning.

Just as he opened the door, he met a pair of anxious but evasive eyes.

"Xiao Wei?" Gu Shanshan was very pleasantly surprised, her eyes filled with kindness and comfort, "Do you still remember me? I am Han Guang's mother. I came to Yizhou last year, and we met each other in the hospital, by coincidence."

Then she turned her head to flirt with Yu Hanguang, and then introduced to Yu Qiao: "Old Yu, this is Xiaowei. I mentioned it to you during the Spring Festival."

Yu Qiao put on her glasses again, looked at Wei Bo for a moment, her expression softened, she got up and walked forward: "Xiao Wei, hello! I am Han Guang's father. I heard from Han Guang that you have been partners in the company for a long time, and you hit it off very well. , and cooperated quite tacitly.”

"..." When encountering such a hot scene that requires business, Wei Bo has his own interpersonal isolation layer; facing Yu Qiao, who may become a relative in the future, he is not ready yet, and he is even more at a loss.

Fortunately, Yu Qiao was holding his glasses and smiling, otherwise he would have to worry about how he should shake hands with this father-in-law...or the old man.

The punch that Meng Ai punched struck him again inexplicably at this moment, and he coughed softly uncontrollably.

"Director Yu, you misunderstood." Yu Hanguang straightened up the pillow, leaned forward, and half leaned on it, his voice still not loud.

"He's my boyfriend."

Wei Bo was secretly taken aback and tilted his head slightly.

——But I saw Yu Hanguang showing a sincere and willing gaze.

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Oh, Xiao Yu confessed, give some applause to the brave Xiao Yu.

Off-topic: Mr. Meng's popularity has always been so high, I never expected... I will give Mr. Meng a super perfect HE

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Originally, I wanted to write a little more, but the work is still not finished ＿(:з"∠)＿ This section is a bit thinner, and a big fat chapter will drop tomorrow~

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