Game Development Giant

It was already evening when he returned from the bus on Sunset Boulevard, and Jester simply bought two beef burgers on the roadside to satisfy his hunger.

The location where the sightseeing bus stops is not far from the game store 'Jeddy's House', and it takes at most half an hour to walk.

Jester simply walked away, which was considered as digesting food after a meal, which was good for his health.

The bookstores on the street also turned on their lights, and it seemed that they would continue to operate.

On the advertising poster posted outside the bookstore, there were a few lines of conspicuous handwriting printed on it. It looked familiar, and Jester couldn't help but stop and look at it for a while. \u003c》, the cover of the book is designed with a literary and bourgeois sentiment, and it is specially marked in red to attract attention.

Jester read it silently several times, and then he realized when he saw the author's name of Milan-Kundera at the back. It turned out that this was the famous "The Unbearable Lightness of Being".

Calculating the time, now is indeed the time for this masterpiece to come out.

In his previous life, in order to pursue his girlfriend, he took literary history as an elective in college.

In the end, my girlfriend didn't catch her, but she heard a lot of jokes.

The teacher who gave the lecture was a fan of Sholokhov and Milan Kundera. At that time, he dedicated time to talk about the world literary world in 1984. The world literary world this year mainly consisted of the names of three people, Sholokhov and Milan Kundera. Hough, Milan Kundera and Marguerite Duras.

For this teacher, this year can be described as a year of mixed emotions of sadness and happiness.

Sholokhov died in this year, and Milan Kundera wrote "The Unbearable Lightness of Being". As for Marguerite Duras, although the Frenchman is far less famous than the first two, But she still published France's best-selling novel "Love" that year. people".

Yes, it’s about Tony Leung Ka Fai’s ‘sexy butt’. people.

His teacher at the time said that Sholokhov, one of the greatest writers in the Soviet Union, passed away this year. Even the West with opposing ideologies expressed deep condolences for the death of this great writer. .

At that time, Jester was a little suspicious that his teacher was a fan, because what he said was illogical. He was a Soviet writer, and he was not a writer like Solzhenitsyn, but a writer. How could a true proletarian fighter, who had won the Stalin Literature Prize and the May Day Medal, be deeply mourned by those Western countries?

It's just nonsense.

Jester walked into the bookstore and saw the English translation of "The Quiet Don" placed in a prominent position, which made him startled.

This book is Sholokhov's greatest work. It is said to be a book that can be used to put a head in a coffin after death. He can write a book that will have no regrets in his life. The best thing is that it was written in his lifetime. I started writing when I was twenty-five years old...

And these books can be placed in conspicuous positions, and the sales volume of the manuals is very good. You must know that this is the Western world, the ideological opposition between the East and the West is extremely serious, and Sholokhov is a Soviet writer.

Is it true that literature transcends countries and thoughts?

Jester also had to lament Sholokhov's influence. He was truly a world-class writer just as his teacher said back then.

"Snapped!"

Inadvertently, there was a soft sound nearby.

Jester couldn't help but look up in the direction of the voice. He saw a dark-haired girl whose dress and temperament were incompatible with Americans of this era. She blushed and awkwardly knelt down to pick up a book that fell on the ground.

Judging from the cover of the book, it is the immortal work "The Unbearable Lightness of Being" by Milan Kundera that shocked the world just after it came out, which Jester just saw on the poster outside the bookstore.

"Hello, are you Chinese?"

Seeing the other person's clothes, Jester had already guessed the other person's identity and couldn't help but feel a sense of intimacy. Although he had met many Chinese people here, he was reborn in the United States and this was the first time he saw someone from the other side of the ocean. Chinese.

The girl is very beautiful, giving Jester the feeling of a lily. Her skin is very white, her hair is black, and she is tied into a ponytail with a simple rubber band. She is wearing a plain white dress, half of her white calves are exposed, and her feet are wearing A pair of black lace-up leather shoes and white cotton socks wrapped around her ankles.

Seeing everyone around her looking at her strangely, the girl's face turned as red as a ripe red apple.

At this time, the girl suddenly heard a very standard Mandarin sentence, which made her face show a look of surprise.

She has been studying in the United States for more than half a year. Although she has met many Chinese people and there is a Chinatown in Los Angeles, most of them speak Cantonese and very few speak Mandarin, especially as standard as before.

The girl looked in the direction of the sound in surprise, and saw a young man with yellow skin and black hair, about 1.8 meters tall, walking towards her with a smile.

The girl was a little distracted at this moment, and Jester had already knelt down to help her pick up the book that fell on the ground.

Then he handed the book into the girl's hand.

"Thank you... thank you!"

The girl was still a little shy. She stood up, quickly took the book, blushed and lowered her head, and then stammered a thank you.

"Ah! So you are really from China!"

Hearing the girl's reply, Jester still looked surprised even though he had confirmed it before.

The girl was surprised when she heard Jester's words. She originally thought that someone who could speak such authentic and fluent Mandarin must be an international student from China.

Although there are quite a few international students in Los Angeles in China, they can't be said to be many. She has been here for such a long time and has been to several gatherings. She has met most of them. At first, Jester's face looked a little unfamiliar, so she thought she was from somewhere. There's an international student I don't know.

Unexpectedly, listening to his question just now, it seems that he is not from China, but can a Chinese speak such good Mandarin...

"Yes, I am from BJ. You...aren't you from China studying abroad?"

The girl's voice is not loud, and it doesn't have the flavor of a Beijing movie, but rather has the air of a Confucian and a cowardly Jiangnan.

"I...I'm not. I'm Chinese. My grandfather came to the United States in 1945. Your accent sounds like someone from the Jiangsu and Zhejiang generations, not quite like someone from the north." Jester was stunned when he heard the girl's question. , just about to blurt out his original identity, but suddenly thought that now that he has traveled through time and was reborn, the world has already changed drastically, and even the city he is in has not appeared due to administrative divisions.

At this time, the look of surprise on the girl's face became even more intense, and a few doubtful glances flashed in her bright eyes. Even people from China could not tell where the other person was from just by their accent.

But the girl still replied: "My ancestral home is Jiangsu, and I lived in Jiangsu when I was a child. I didn't return to BJ until I was in college."

Jester nodded. In fact, he was an otaku before he was reborn. He would not be able to say a word in front of a girl for a long time. He was able to take the initiative to strike up a conversation with this girl this time just because he had not seen Chinese people for a long time. Impulsive, after this impulse disappeared, he didn't know what to say.

For a while, there was some silence between the two of them.

At this moment, Jester inadvertently lowered his head and saw the copy of Milan Kundera's "The Unbearable Lightness of Being" still held in the girl's slender white palm, and he took the initiative to say: "This book The book is very good, and a friend of mine recommended it to me.”

Hearing this, a hint of joy appeared on the girl's face. After chatting with Jester for a few words, she felt that Jester did not look like a bad person, so she was not so shy. In fact, she was still very talkative in front of people she knew. Especially when she heard that the other party liked "The Unbearable Lightness of Being", she said excitedly: "Do you also like this book? This was recommended by a teacher of mine at school, saying that this book is the best book for the entire eighties. It is the best work that has ever appeared so far...It's a pity that there are many things in it that I can't understand..."

"Can't you understand?" Jester actually hasn't read this book very much. He has never read such a literary and artistic book. He only knows about this book from his elective course teacher. He knew it personally, but he had heard from friends who had read the book that there were some places in the book that were difficult to understand, but the problem was that he didn't know it.

At this time, Jester actually hated himself for not studying this book properly in the first place.

The girl thought that Jester was someone who had read this book and understood more than her. After all, he grew up in the United States, so his English must be very good, and her English level was not too high either. , after all, she is not a foreign language major.

She gently opened the cover of the book, stretched out a finger like white jade and pointed at the string of letters on the title page that were obviously not English, and asked Jester in a voice with a little hope and a little grievance. : "That's it! That's it! I copied this sentence and asked several of my classmates, but they didn't know what it meant, and they said it shouldn't be in English or French."

Jester glanced at it and saw that the series of sentences on the title page looked familiar, as if he had seen them somewhere.

Seeing the doubtful look on Jester's face, the girl's originally hopeful face couldn't help but darken, and she thought silently in her heart that it turned out that he didn't know what this sentence meant either.

Suddenly, Jester's eyes lit up, and then he slammed his head, remembering.

The girl seemed to be frightened when she saw Jester's behavior just now. She held the book in her arms and crossed her chest, looking at him in a panic and not knowing what was wrong.

A smile appeared on Jester's face.

Isn't this the sentence that his cheating elective course teacher wrote on the blackboard and told everyone bluntly that the test questions for his course must have a question that explains what this sentence means?

After carefully thinking about what his elective teacher said at that time, and organizing his words, Jester began to show off to the girl. At the same time, he couldn't help but secretly feel guilty: "These American publishers are too bastards. They leave " What's the use of a Czech sentence without translation?"

"This sentence is in Czech, Milan Kundera is Czech..."

"Ah! Kundera is a Czech? I heard the teacher said that he is a French writer..." As soon as the girl heard Jester's explanation, she couldn't help but make a sound of surprise, but she felt that she was interrupting the attention given to her by others. The explanation was a bit impolite, and I couldn't help but stick out my tongue in embarrassment, and my white cheeks immediately turned red.

Jester just smiled indifferently and continued to explain to the girl.

"Well, he's a French writer, but he's Czech, and he's written in French and he's written in Czech, and The Unbearable Lightness of Being was written in Czech because it's a story that happened in The story of Prague, the capital of the Czech Republic..."

Jester carefully introduced the background of "The Unbearable Lightness of Being", and the girl listened with interest.

As for the reason why Jester knew the content of this book despite not having read it - he had seen the famous movie "Love in Prague". He remembered that this movie was adapted from the novel, and there might be some places in it. It’s different, but the general background is still correct.

"The sentence on the title page is Czech, which means 'all sins have been forgiven in advance, and everything is despicably allowed!', which means that all sinful things done by human beings have been forgiven before they are done. If you forgive, all those sins are allowed to happen. It is used to satirize Jesus and the Christian spirit, because no matter what Christians confess before they die, they will get the answer "The Lord has forgiven you". This sentence is also the whole sentence. The core idea of ​​"The Unbearable Lightness of Being" will be easy to understand after you understand it and then read this book." Jester repeated the words of the literary history lecturer almost intact.

After hearing this, the girl's eyes flashed with admiration. College students of this era are still very simple, and they will naturally admire those who know more than themselves.

In fact, she didn't know that this was just Jester following the script...

"Yeah! It's so late, I have to go back..." The girl looked at the sky outside, which had completely darkened, and then looked at the book "Life Can't Be Beared" by Milan Kundera in her hand. "Light", reluctant to part with it, and carefully put it back on the bookshelf.

Jester knew that this was because books in the United States were too expensive. In this era, students were sent to study abroad at public expense by the state. They had very little living expenses, and the remaining money was spent on books that were useful for their studies, such as those that had just been published. A best-selling novel, even if it is excellent, it will occupy a pivotal position in the world literary world in the future, but it is still impossible to spend precious foreign exchange to buy it.

Then, the girl said goodbye to Jester and hurried out of the bookstore.

Looking at the girl's slender figure, naked. The exposed calves were as white as jade, and Jester's nose seemed to be able to smell the fragrance of the girl from before, a bit like the fragrance of lilies in full bloom.

Jester knew that this was not the smell of cosmetics, but the natural body scent of the girl.

Then Jester slapped his head violently, and then he remembered that he had forgotten to ask the girl's name, contact information, and which university she studied at...

I am really an out-and-out otaku!

Cursing himself secretly, Jester picked up a copy of "The Unbearable Lightness of Being" from the bookshelf without saying a word, turned it over and looked at the unit price of sixty dollars, cursed the greedy American booksellers, and walked quickly He walked to the cashier and threw down a hundred dollar bill, then quickly ran out of the bookstore and ran after the girl.

Jester didn't know the girl's name. Calling 'hey, hey' would be too impolite. I'm afraid it would leave a very bad impression on the other party. Calling 'beauty' would probably be regarded as a very common word in future generations. It was a trick, and Jester could only keep chasing after him without saying a word.

Although the girl may have walked very fast because she was in a hurry, she was a weak woman after all, and she could not compete with Jester, a strong man.

In less than a minute or two, Jester caught up with the girl.

The girl with the scent of lilies looked at Jester in surprise, who was sweating profusely and still breathing heavily. She didn't know why the other party was chasing her.

"Here!" Jester handed the book to the girl.

It was the book "The Unbearable Lightness of Being" that the girl had been reluctant to part with.

The girl's shining eyes stared at the book Jester handed to her, but she did not reach out to take it. Although her eyes were full of hope, she still shook her head firmly.

"I can't have it. This book is too expensive, and we just met..."

Jester was suddenly speechless.

Should college students of this era be so honest?

He had to change his words: "I'm not giving it to you. I'll lend it to you whenever you see it. My name is Jester Li. I'm a student at UCL. I'm going to be a third-year student at the end of the vacation. I'm in the Department of Electrical Engineering. After you finish reading this book, you can come and return it to me. Besides, you are from China and I am an overseas Chinese. Shouldn’t we help each other? Isn’t that what the lyrics of the song Zhang Mingmin sang on the Spring Festival Gala this year are like in my heart? The blood of my mother-in-law is surging with the voice of China. Even if I am in a foreign country, it cannot change my Chinese heart!"

Hearing Jester's words, the girl was even more surprised: "Have you also heard of "My Chinese Heart"?"

Jester smiled and said: "This song is about us overseas Chinese! My grandfather got the tape from a friend. After hearing this song, he burst into tears and kept saying, this is what it means Us! This is us!"

When the girl heard Jester's explanation, she still bit her lips hard, with a look of struggle on her delicate face. Maybe it was because the book was too tempting, so the girl finally took it.

But she still emphasized again and again that she was just borrowing it for a look and would take good care of it. When she finished reading it, she would return it intact.

Jester just smiled and said nothing. In fact, in his heart, it didn't matter if the girl returned him or not.

He was very happy to be able to help an international student from China.

Moreover, when he looked at the clean, neat, and generous girl in front of him, he felt an inexplicable affection in his heart. This seemed to be...the so-called love at first sight?

Jester didn't know if this was true, but he knew that this girl was indeed his type, unpretentious, unpretentious, and principled.

The girl looked at Jester, looked down at the book in her hand, hesitated for a moment, and then spoke. Her voice was still the same cowardly voice that Jester never tired of hearing, with an accent that was like Jiangnan water. : "My name is Qin Shuyao. I am studying film production and screenwriting at the University of Southern California. Thank you for your book!"

After saying that, it was probably the first time she introduced herself to a strange boy, and the girl's face turned red instantly.

Then he turned around and walked quickly towards a bus stop in the distance.

Jester looked at the girl named Qin Shuyao quietly, and his eyes couldn't help but fall on her feet wearing black lace-up leather shoes. Only then did he realize that the girl might have walked too fast just now, and the shoelaces were It's too loose and the laces of one shoe have come undone.

Seeing this scene, Jester just couldn't help but quickly chased after her again, and then without saying a word, he knelt down and tied the girl's shoelaces.

When Qin Shuyao saw this scene, her face instantly turned red from her cheeks to her ears, and at the same time, she also had a sullen look on her face.

"Why is this person like this! How embarrassed he is on the street..." Qin Shuyao felt like a deer was jostling in her heart. She wanted to scold the other person severely and then throw away his book. She gave it to him, and then said that she didn't care about his old book... But she looked down at Jester tying her shoes quietly and tenderly, but she couldn't curse her no matter what.

After tying his shoelaces, Jester stood up and was about to say 'ok', but when he saw the angry look on the girl's face, he immediately understood that what he had just done was harmful to a girl from China. It's too much to say... Let's use this word to describe it for now. Jester really can't think of a better word to describe it.

The girl stared at Jester with her bright eyes wide open, her eyes filled with moisture, and she pursed her lips a little aggrievedly, her face turned red, and she didn't say anything. After a second or two, she turned around The body and figure quickly disappeared into the crowd.

Jester watched Qin Shuyao's back gradually disappear, feeling an inexplicable sense of loss in his heart.

It's an extremely lonely feeling.

This was the first time he felt this when he came to this world.

This seems to be love at first sight.

He could only comfort himself in this way.

ps: I only updated one chapter yesterday because the second chapter, that is, this chapter was too difficult to write. I wanted to write about an innocent encounter and create a girl that I most hope to appear. I started writing at seven o'clock. I didn’t finish writing these 6,000 words until three o’clock. I revised, added, and deleted countless times. There was really nothing I could do.

Please bear with me. In addition, I would like to thank the master Gengsu for giving me the inspiration to tie my shoelaces in the water, and use it to express a scene of innocent encounter. This paragraph is perfect.