The strongest game production method

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"What are you afraid of?" Yu Hanguang leaned back on the pillow again, "Go ahead and tell Director Yu that the uncooked rice has long been cooked. He can still beat mandarin ducks with a stick, oh no, can't he beat mandarin ducks with a stick?"

Wei Bo: "..."

"Honey, come here," Yu Hanguang lured Wei Bo to lower his head, and leaned into his ear, "The old man really wants to beat the mandarin ducks, so we pack up and run away. Find a place where no one knows you. You plow the field by weaving, and you water the garden by carrying water.”

Wei Bo was actually taken away by him: "Then what are you doing?"

Yu Hanguang: "I will arrange a live broadcast for you, and promote you as a representative of rural revitalization, the most handsome farmhouse Internet celebrity in history."

Wei Bo: "..."

Only then did he understand that Yu Hanguang was moistening things and silently relieving his tension.

Even though the tea is difficult to swallow, it is good that the tea room in the hospital is open 24 hours; at the moment there are still a few tables of guests with red eyes in the lobby.Wei Bo walked through the crooked tables and chairs and quietly walked into the box.

"Xiaowei," Yu Qiao was in a trance, when she heard the noise, she pulled out the chair with a complicated expression, "Sit."

Wei Bo's mood today is like a sine function, repeatedly wandering between great joy and great sorrow.At this time, the state is close to the limit, and the senses are also sharpened.

The way he met Yu Qiao's eyes, he understood almost instantly - my family's green jade cabbage, why did you ask you to give it to me.

The folk wisdom that "the more the father-in-law looks at the son-in-law, the more he gets angry" is definitely not nonsense.He also felt that those gazes were sharper than the MRI machine in the hospital, and he would not give up until he scanned every brain cell for what crooked thoughts he was thinking.

Due to family reasons, Wei Bo has never had such complicated dealings with male elders since he was a child, and he has no love experience before; now he looks like a zero-level player, and he even directly opened the professional mode in Xinshou Village, and encountered full-level and full-equipment The big boss.

A sense of strangeness came over his face, and when Wei Bo sat down, he almost tripped over his shoelaces, and with a "clack" sound from the wooden chair, the stalemate in the room was torn apart.

Yu Qiao just listened to Gu Shanshan's brief introduction of Wei Bo's situation. Looking carefully at this moment, Wei Bo's clothes are simple and plain, but his brows and eyes are sharp, and the corners of his mouth are tightly pursed, which is very in line with the aesthetics of young boys at his age.

The son's stinky personality can be partnered with him tacitly, which shows that his ability and temper are also good.

Thinking of this, he suddenly asked: "It's very difficult, isn't it?"

"It's not difficult." Wei Bo answered quickly.

Yu Qiao snorted coldly to herself, and the corner of her mouth curled down, and the good feelings that had accumulated for only a second disappeared in an instant.

At a young age, he naturally dared to say anything.

How can it not be difficult?

It is difficult to meet each other, it is difficult to say goodbye, it is even more difficult to have a deep relationship and a shallow relationship;

When two people are together, it is difficult, difficult.

As we get older, the loss and helplessness brought about by difficulties will always linger around us.

It seemed to be raining lightly again outside, dripping before the steps, or until dawn.

In the tea room, there was only a moment of silence waiting for him.

Wei Bo's heart was agitated. Amid the intermittent rain, he pressed his fist to his lips and coughed lightly. He leaned forward: "I will...be nice to him."

good for him?

Yu Qiao sneered.

Wei Bo also felt that what he said just now was urgent and illogical.Because of the eagerness, it seems guilty; because it is illogical, it sounds cheap.

"Being kind to him is just the most basic and least worthy of showing off." Yu Qiao took a sip of tea, looked at Wei Bo's eyes that were inexplicably excited because of nervousness, "I, his mother, his uncle, aunt...Han Guang The last thing he needs is people who treat him well.”

To say a word, Yu Qiao tapped her finger on the table heavily.

"His situation...you should understand."

Although my son has a lively personality, he came here alone since he was a child. Before he grew to one meter tall, he learned to take the bus to the cafeteria by himself.Difficulties and illnesses can only be carried by one person, and he never reports good news but not bad news to his family.

If he and his wife hadn't come to Yizhou this time, such a big accident would have been fooled by his son who didn't want to mention it.

"Be nice to him, is that enough?"

Yu Qiao swallowed what she wanted to say, and her good feelings for Wei Bo suddenly disappeared.

It's not unacceptable for a son to like men.

In fact, it doesn't matter whether he likes to play games or sweep the streets, whether he is full of wealth or family.

The important thing is that no matter what, you must be firm and decisive, and you must be by his side.

He didn't want Yu Hanguang to repeat the mistakes he made with his ex-wife back then.

There is always chicken soup saying that love is evenly matched, but this is not true.

Love is unwillingness, burning, self-moving, love is one-dimensional giving.Once burned, it will be hard to find.

Then what?Life is a mess, and the former lovers are bored with each other amidst daily necessities.

The vast majority of love can withstand repeated questioning in the dark, but cannot bear the plain truth.

And only firm companionship is evenly matched, and can support the blandness of every day in the future-this is his valuable experience in his second marriage.

The boy in front of me who is deeply in love but clumsy...

But he is the person his son likes...

Seeing that Wei Bo looked at him speechless, he turned to say: "Xiao Wei, when I was in school, there was a love poem circulated in the school, which influenced our generation, I don't know if you have heard it—— If you fall in love with the oak tree, you must be the kapok next to it (1)."

"You have to think about it." Yu Qiao's gaze crossed Wei Bo's face, and her tone became more serious.

"Xiaowei, give yourself some time to think about it, you should think about it."

When Yu Hanguang opened his eyes, it was dawn, and the sparrows were chirping on the branches outside the ward.

The curtains were drawn sloppily, revealing a small gap; a beam of light suddenly poured in from outside the window, hitting my arm where the allergic red marks had gradually faded away.

After being awakened by the Tyndall phenomenon, before Yu Hanguang had time to recall when he fell asleep last night, and why he had an abnormally sleepless night, a wave of enthusiasm spread to his brain.

——Wei Bo laid his head on the quilt around his waist, his shoulders and neck rising and falling with his breathing, like a fine watcher's stone.The hand still clasps his wrist tightly, and the index finger stays on the dial of the smart watch.

Yu Hanguang leaned up, the hospital gown and the bed sheet rubbed against each other softly, and tried to move his wrist again.

Presumably exhausted, Wang Fushi didn't respond, and was still fast asleep.

With a smile on his face, Yu Hanguang quietly withdrew his hand, and sent a few messages to the supply chain team and Meng Ai to inquire about the progress of the hardware.After finishing the work at the speed of light, he went to caress the tip of Wei Bo's red ear.

"... Are you still suffering?"

Yu Hanguang took care of the nymphomaniac, but he didn't notice that Wei Bo had already woken up amidst the movement, and there were still a few bloodshot eyes in his eyes.

"Hush——" he twirled his wrist in the air, quickly changed course, and put his index finger between Wei Bo's lips, "Look!"

Today, the sun is rarely seen, and the floating dust has been silent for too long in the continuous rain for several days. At this moment, the only light in the house is released from the seal, and dances excitedly in the air.

Tiny, but radiant.

Qingming is beautiful, and Qingming after rain is even more beautiful; a lover is romantic, and a wet lover is more romantic.

If time can stop here, or if life can press the save button at this moment, no matter how difficult the work is, it is nothing to soak in the water for a thousand times.

Really go all out.

"I'm fine. Why are you here? Where are the old man and Mr. Gu?" Yu Hanguang asked him now.

Wei Bo raised his wrist and looked at his watch: "Uncle and aunt are afraid of disturbing you, so they opened a room in a hotel next to the hospital. We talked late last night, and it's only eight o'clock. I don't think they've woken up yet."

"I'll be with you during this time." Wei Bo thought for a while, as if casually mentioning it.

Wei Bo immediately clenched his other hand, raised it to his lips and kissed it lightly, the back of his hand happened to be hit by the light beam, revealing a trace of tranquility and sanctity.

The stubble that had just appeared on his face didn't have time to shave, and the back of Yu Hanguang's hands were numb from the rubbing.

"When did you come back last night? I slept so hard that I didn't notice." Yu Hanguang's tone was full of caution, "How late is it? The old man didn't make things difficult for you, did he? You can just put something in your left ear and out the right ear. Don't take it too seriously. He is an occupational disease, and he likes to preach with a straight face."

The lights in the ward were not turned on, and Wei Bo's face fell in a place where the light could not reach, his expression and voice were both dark: "No, uncle is very kind, and he understands it with reason and moves him with emotion."

Just as Yu Hanguang wanted to ask again, he was interrupted by the sound of pushing the door.

"Master! I won't see you for a day, I miss you so much!" The huge fruit basket blocked Liu Yang's head, and he shouted from behind a pile of apples, mangoes and dragon fruits, "Master, if you survive a catastrophe, there will be future blessings, blessings and misfortunes Depend on each other, depend on each other..."

The idiom Solitaire that I racked my brains to come up with hadn't finished playing, and the ward was suddenly silent.

Liu Yang felt caught by something. Looking down, Liu Leilei was frantically pulling at the corner of her clothes.

He moved the fruit basket away, only to see "Teacher Wei" flirting and cursing with their "Master" whose surviving a catastrophe must have a future blessing in an extremely ambiguous posture; something.

Liu Yang went through the earthy idol dramas and short videos he had watched in his head, and then suddenly realized that Mr. Wei was about to change into a handsome suit, kneel down on one knee and shout "marry me".

It's hard not to get married.

Chi Yu took out his mobile phone and pretended to reply to the message, Zhang Jiahao even pretended to be deaf and blind, his eyes wandered around, counting the number of wall tiles in the ward.

Liu Leilei covered her mouth with her hands, as if she was whispering: "This...is this something I can see?"

Although the old guys in [Respect the Liver] are all straight men and straight women, their IQ and EQ are online anyway, and they can see through the relationship between the two with awkward but polite smiles.

At the same time, they are all thinking about a question in unison:

I was used to calling "Master" and "Teacher Wei", but I didn't know who to call "Master"? ? ?

"You guys move pretty fast."

Everyone turned their heads - Meng Ai had already stood at the door with his hands in his pockets and a paper bag hanging on his wrist.

Lu Shaobai, director of personnel, followed behind, pushing a small cart that he found somewhere. The cart was full of pre-packaged cold brew tea, fruits and cakes, about thirty or forty bags.

"Mr. Meng..." During the time when Yu Hanguang and Wei Bo were both busy, Liu Leilei became half of the project manager of "99". She glanced at the [Dongfu Restaurant] logo on the paper bag and stood up to fight Meng Ai. Say hello.

"Come, come, see you." Meng Ai still had a fever, and there was a strong nasal voice in his speech, and then he said to the director of personnel, "Leave the rest of the trouble to the doctors and nurses."

Everyone was unwilling to squat in the ward to eat this fresh dog food for a long time. Hearing this, they all felt relieved and joined Lu Shaobai to help transport Meng Ai's favor away.

"Old Meng, have you recovered from your fever? What did the factory say?" Yu Hanguang's hand was separated from Wei Bo's, and he tactically grabbed the computer by the bedside to relieve himself.He was thinking about work again, so he couldn't help asking.

Seeing Meng Ai, Wei Bo's face became more and more like a frozen jade.

What Yu Qiao said yesterday plunged him into complete self-doubt - at work, it was never himself, but Meng Ai, who partnered with Yu Hanguang and brought Aimeng to the front line.

At this moment, seeing Yu Hanguang and Meng Ai talking about business familiarly and naturally, he realized that Meng Ai was more like the kapok plant than himself, sharing the mist, Liulan and Hongni that he met along the way.

"I'll ask the doctor when I can have a CT scan." After speaking, Wei Bo went out as if fleeing.

"I should ask you this, Lao Yu, how are you doing?" Meng Ai took out two drinks from the paper bag.

A cup of coffee was prepared for Yu Hanguang alone, and he opened another cup of Houkui and drank it. While drinking, he shook his head slightly, and the light blue blood vessels under his eyelids were faintly visible: "The hardware is not very optimistic, and it still needs time to debug."

"...Either I'll leave the hospital early, I've been resurrected with full blood, and the project can't be short of people." Yu Hanguang got up, put on his slippers, and took Meng Ai's coffee.

He looked at the same green stubble on Meng Ai's chin, and felt that the boss and Wei Bo seemed to have made an appointment; after thinking about it, the company's affairs were probably very difficult, and Meng Ai couldn't sleep or eat because of this.

"You rest at ease, and the doctor asked you to rest for a month. I will take care of the rest." Meng Ai refused.

More than to solve hardware problems.

There is still one complicated but important thing left, which has been entangled with him for seven years, and he must set aside enough time to make a conclusion.

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(1) From Shu Ting's "To the Oak Tree".

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Xiaowei's growth experience is destined to have some character flaws; when he is bluffed by the old man, he starts to doubt himself and shrink back.

The old man's life experience is destined to have a lot of worries; let alone Xiao Wei, no one will look down on him.

Don’t learn from them both in your work and life (#￣～￣#)