An Expert Is actually By My Side

Chapter 265 White Moonlight and Cinnabar Mole

Many problems are said to be emotional intelligence, but in the final analysis it is still a matter of experience.

It's like playing a game.

Talent may be a part of the reason why a master with great technology is good, and it determines the upper limit of height. But whether you can reach your personal bottleneck or not depends on the experience accumulated through repeated operations.

Just like the old man pouring oil into the eyes of copper coins in the Chinese textbook, without him, he is only familiar with his hands.

Having said so much, Hao Yun didn't want to defend himself, but was somewhat moved in his heart.

If only I hadn't played so many games in my previous life, I would have used the wasted time to talk about more girlfriends. In this way, if you meet someone you like in this life, you won't meet your eyes and don't know where to start.

Could this be the reason why he didn't get lucky after using that peach blossom card for so long?

In a hot pot restaurant.

The waiter brought up the bottom of the hot pot.

Because the senior sister can't eat spicy food, and Hao Yun himself is the kind who likes spicy food, so the two ordered the mandarin duck pot.

Looking at the senior who secretly stole a quail egg from the spicy pot, rinsed the water and threw it into her mouth, but she still got red lips and tears in her eyes, Hao Yun asked the waiter helplessly for a glass of warm water. past.

"Drink more water will be better."

"Ahem, thank you, thank you."

With a blushing face, Lin Mengmeng took the water glass, took a sip, stared at the clear water in the glass for a moment, then suddenly said.

"Speaking of which, do you know how to play the games you made?"

"Basically, I can play a little bit, what's the matter?"

"nothing."

That shy expression obviously didn't look like nothing.

Just when Hao Yun was hesitating whether to ask, Lin Mengmeng suddenly seemed to have made up his mind, and looked at him and asked seriously.

"Then you chose Xiaoxue or Yu'er in the end."

Hao Yun: "..."

What is this problem?

When he was playing Scar of the Sky, Hao Yun seemed to be in junior high school if he remembered correctly, and he was still playing in the computer class of junior high school. The version he played was not the quasi-3A masterpiece released by Yunmeng Games.

If I remember correctly, I seemed to have typed out both endings at the time.

After struggling for a while, Hao Yun replied helplessly.

"...Isn't it common sense to clear the level twice for this kind of double-ending game?"

Obviously, he didn't get the answer he wanted to ask, so Lin Mengmeng asked after him.

"Then let me change the question, Xiaoxue or Yu'er, which one do you like better?"

Which one you prefer is fine.

To be honest, Hao Yun's impression of these two characters has faded over time. If he wants to say which one he likes better, he really can't make a comparison.

Seeing that Hao Yun didn't answer himself for a long time, Lin Mengmeng poked the fish tofu in the bowl with his chopsticks, turned his lower lip, and said sullenly.

"Forget it, I don't want to ask anymore. You men must all be virtuous. You want both of them when you are eating from the bowl and looking at the pot."

Hao Yun: "..."

That's right...

Who the hell plays a game and brings it into reality!

The average number of players in Love and Producer is four dog men, and the game of Otome Xiang is not the same. But there is one thing to say, when he was young and ignorant when he cleared Scar of the Sky, he really thought that it would be great if there was a perfect ending.

Seeing Lin Mengmeng pouted there, Hao Yun thought for a while, then sighed and said.

"Actually, I don't want all of them. The reason why I struggle, hesitate, and feel uneasy is that the two characters correspond to two kinds of unsolvable regrets."

"Pity?"

Hao Yun said with a sigh.

"Well, one is like the white moonlight in front of the window, and the other is like a cinnabar mole between the eyebrows. No matter who is chosen in the end, there will definitely be regrets."

"But I'm fine, I made the game after all."

"I've read the complete script long before it was put on the shelves, and the ending was already expected..."

...

After dinner.

Hao Yun first sent the senior sister back to the dormitory, and then walked back to the men's dormitory alone, thinking about something on his mind while walking.

When talking about Bai Yueguang and cinnabar mole earlier, a melody that was both familiar and unfamiliar was vaguely circling in his mind, but no matter how he recalled it, he couldn't recall the specific things.

This kind of touch, which can't be said to be a sense of sight or inspiration, appeared more and more frequently after his talent level reached proficiency.

It was as if the lock that sealed the memory had loosened...

Realizing this, Hao Yun was of course very excited.

Now he has achieved such amazing achievements and wealth just by relying on the memory fragments he obtained from the system. If he can fully recall the memories of his previous life and cooperate with the talent rewards given by the system, wouldn't he be invincible?

Back to the bedroom.

After closing the door, Hao Yun picked up the remote control and turned on the air conditioner.

Just at this time, he suddenly noticed that the bed of Brother Ziyuan next door had been made up, and there were still a guitar and a suitcase lying open next to the chair.

"Did you come back in the afternoon?"

If I remember correctly, it was still empty at noon.

Thinking that he would be bored anyway, Hao Yun casually picked up the guitar that was leaning against the chair, placed it on his lap and tuned the strings.

The memories scattered like fragments passed through the opaque fog in an instant.

Almost subconsciously, he plucked the strings lightly, humming the tune that seemed familiar, and the lyrics that were familiar but could not be fully remembered.

"Once upon a time the ballad..."

"It's all around your fingertips."

"The beauty that can't be obtained,"

"Always scratching in my heart..."

The long guitar sound flows with the singing, like a clear spring passing through the cracks in the stone.

However, what Hao Yun can recall is only such a small paragraph.

The memory covered with a layer of tulle is like a dry sponge, no matter how hard he tries to squeeze it, he can't squeeze it out. Even recalling this short paragraph made him feel hollowed out.

"The back...how did you sing?"

Shaking his head with some nerve-wracking, Hao Yun finally stopped his fingers plucking the strings. If he continued to play it, it would be nothing more than repeating this passage, and he really couldn't remember the melody and lyrics after that.

However, it wasn't all for nothing for him.

Being able to remember a little bit at least shows that the blockade of memory is not absolute.

As I accumulate more and more attribute points, sooner or later the shackles imposed on my memory will be loosened to the point where they can be pried open, and one day I might remember all the things in my previous life.

Put down the guitar in your hand.

However, at this moment, Hao Yun suddenly noticed that the door of the dormitory was opened a crack at some point, and Brother Ziyuan, who had come back from dinner, was standing at the door, with obvious surprise and surprise written on his face that was not expressive.

Meeting those eyes, Hao Yun smiled shyly, coughed dryly and said.

"I'm sorry, I took your things without authorization."

"It's okay." Liang Ziyuan shook his head, stared at Hao Yun for a long time, and suddenly said abruptly, "Actually, there is something I've always wanted to ask you."

Confused by this serious expression, Hao Yun swallowed and asked.

"whats the matter?"

Brother Ziyuan looked serious.

"Actually, you are the unknown place of Yunshen... right?"