I want to make a game

In 1985, Lucheng...

"Tuk tuk, tuk tuk, Zhiyuan, Zhiyuan! Get up and eat."

Um?

Liu Zhiyuan, who was lying on the bed, slowly opened his eyes and stared at the ceiling aimlessly.

Hey, I drank too much again, why yesterday...

No! Where is this?

Liu Zhiyuan sat up from the bed and stared blankly at the unfamiliar but familiar environment around him. "This is... my home? My home when I was a child!?"

In an instant, he felt no sleepiness at all, and hurriedly got out of bed. The tiles were made of terrazzo, and the floor to the wall about 1 meter away was made of wooden materials. The celebrity posters on the wall were a little yellowed. He kept scanning this.

The small room gradually gave me a sense of familiarity.

"Impossible!" Liu Zhiyuan suddenly turned around and walked towards the window, "Wow..." The moment the curtains opened, the breath of the times rushed in. The sky was gray, not as good as the smog days in the 21st century, because

At this time, people did not have environmental awareness.

Bicycles were riding majestically in the middle of the road, and drivers who didn't have road rage honked their horns wildly, because as far as the eye could see, there was only a tram track and a bus that looked like an oversized van. There were no high-rise buildings, no backless miniskirts or OL jobs.

Pretending to be urban beauties, there are only passers-by wearing good-quality shirts, sandals and socks. Occasionally, there will be a group of young people wearing toad glasses, bat shirts, bell-bottom pants and carrying large antique tape recorders on their shoulders.

Pass.

It hurts! Liu Zhiyuan pinched himself secretly, "It hurts, it proves that I'm not dreaming..." Looking at the scene that looked like an old photo outside the window, he murmured, the unreal feeling made him a little dizzy, this

Regardless of age or experience, anyone who encounters such a situation will be at a loss.

"Zhiyuan! It's time to eat! If you..."

"Okay, let him calm down and think about it."

"The rice is cold..." The woman's complaint gradually faded away along with the sound of footsteps. Liu Zhiyuan looked at himself in the mirror in a daze and did not hear the woman's words at all.

"This is me before I went to college." He reached out and touched the person in the mirror. His hair was a bit long. After washing his hair, he used a hair dryer to blow it to 37 or 55 points and then sprayed it with gel water. This is the trend among young people in this era.

His face could not be said to be handsome, but his eyes were exceptionally bright and lively, and the finishing touch was his pair of sword-shaped eyebrows. When this young man pursed his lips and showed no expression, he actually seemed to have the slightest sense of calmness and self-importance.

...

"Zhiyuan, you still need to eat. There are still a few days left to fill out your volunteer application. Don't worry." The gentle voice of the man outside the door brought Liu Zhiyuan, who was lying on the bed, back to reality.

"It turns out that I have just finished the college entrance examination." He stretched out his hands in front of his eyes, "I am really reborn!"

"Zhiyuan, boys have to grow up. If you don't want to study abroad, you can go to university in Lucheng for 2 years and then you can be an exchange student..."

"Click" the door opened, and the man outside the door looked six or seven times similar to Liu Zhiyuan, except for the huge difference in his eyes. He was gentle, elegant, scholarly, and spoke slowly, which can all be used to describe this man.

Yes, this is a genuine top student and scholar, a role model that everyone in this era admires. Liu Zhiyuan looked at Liu Weihua outside the door and didn't know what tone and expression to use to explain his situation, "Dad, I'm going out for a walk."

"Okay, your mother went to the vegetable garden in the suburbs with your neighbor Jin Shen. She said she wanted to find some free-range eggs and fresh vegetables for you to eat. Don't come back too late."

"Got it, boom."

The sun was blazing in July, and the cicadas were screaming loudly. Maybe he was tired, maybe he didn’t want to leave. Liu Zhiyuan didn’t care whether the ground was dirty or not, and sat down with his back against a sycamore tree. He was not a sentimental person.

He is just confused. He was 51 years old before he was reborn, but he is not an old antique or stubborn. On the contrary, he is a "young man" who keeps up with the times. He owns a game development company. Of course, he is

Game development companies actually develop only so-called "domestic games", which cannot be compared with those giant companies, and they only support their families.

"Come on, my cousin got me a game console from Japan. It's really fun. I'll take you to my house to play!"

"I don't want to go. I want to go to the Liuyin Video Hall to see if there are any new songs by Leslie Cheung. I heard that Mr. Rong's concert at the Hong Kong Coliseum was very popular. I really want to go..."

"There are no new songs. I go to the audio and video hall every day. If there were, there would have been a long queue. Let's go, let's go. The game is really fun, but I can't understand the words..."

The boy who was noisily playing games pulled the boy who was going to the video hall away from Liu Zhiyuan in a hurry. Looking at the boy's disappearing back, Liu Zhiyuan smiled bitterly, "I am also a boy. But it's already here, and the days are still the same.

We have to live day by day, and many people are afraid that they would go crazy just wanting this kind of opportunity, so go back and plan it carefully." After saying that, he patted his butt and walked towards home.

...

"Go and see your son. He is stunned. The writing on the desk is all messy." Zhao Ying seemed to be complaining but was actually worried and said to Liu Weihua who was sitting on the sofa reading a book.

"Oh..." Liu Weihua set the bookmark and closed the book and came to the door of Liu Zhiyuan's room. He looked at his son's irritable and depressed look, then looked at the messy draft paper on the desk, and said slowly, "Don't be impatient, either.

Don't be in a hurry, the time you want will be given to you slowly. When you don't know what you want to do, calm down and think about your original dream. When you don't know the way forward, then move towards you.

Start with your dream, step by step, and you will always get the wonderful things you want."

Liu Weihua's words made Liu Zhiyuan freeze, and the scene suddenly returned to his 20-year-old. He graduated at the age of 20 with high spirits, and relied on his super personality charm to form his own game development team. In front of everyone around him, he

I shouted that I would make the best game, surpass Nintendo, Sony, surpass... However, the picture in my mind changed again.

"Mr. Qi, don't worry, there is absolutely no problem. No one here will care about this. As long as you pay the money, no one will care about it!"

"Then I'll lend you your good words, Mr. Liu, and let's make a fortune together."

"I'm satisfied if I can pick up some with you. Come on, I'll give you this cup..."

Scenes of flattery and hangovers kept flashing through his mind. When, exactly when, did I sell my ideals and replace them with daily necessities.

"This is not the game I want to make! You are a liar! You are plagiarizing! Shameless plagiarism! What did you tell us at the beginning? You said you would lead us to develop the best game and become the strongest game company.

, what now? Every day you see who is angry and who you copy! All kinds of tricks to cheat money, this is the future you promised us! The Han Dynasty you promised us!!!"

"Do you think I want this!? Do you want to eat? Do you want to drink? Do you want to support your wife and children? Dreams! Dreams! Dreams have to have enough to eat! If I don't plagiarize, who will give you a salary to eat! Your son, you just

It’s a full moon, your wife’s milk supply is not enough, milk powder is not money? Can you exchange your dreams for milk powder!?”

"But Liu...Brother Liu, let me call you Brother Liu again. I know I need to eat. I know I can't get Mrs. Guo's milk powder money in vain. But this is really not what we want. It's been 5 years. You

We have been told over and over again that we will develop our own games when we have money, but in the past five years you have only piracy and plagiarism. Do you still remember the first game we developed ourselves? We had no money at the time, so we lived frugally.

Eight people live in a small basement, we make steamed buns and pickles, but we..."

"Don't mention that first game to me, don't mention any fucking happiness to me! That's rubbish! You just have to play games. Do you know how I feel when I go out and be laughed at and ridiculed by others!!! You guys

You don’t know anything! You..."

"That's enough! The seven of us are not here to reason with you today. We have heard enough about your milk powder money. We originally came with the idea of ​​​​giving you another chance. After all, we have our team because of you.

Only then did Han Dynasty come into being. But you are so disappointing. Sorry, the seven of us are no longer employees of Han Dynasty from now on. We don’t want those shares and dividends. You can continue to make a lot of your milk powder.

Money! Let’s go!”

"Let's go! Let's all go! You are all noble people! You don't want to live in the world! You..." Looking at the open door, 25-year-old Liu Zhiyuan's roaring voice gradually choked up. "You all have it."

Dream, you are all great, but I am a dirty liar and pirate dealer, but... I was the one who brought you on board the ship. Some of you have wives and children. I have to keep you fed! I can't starve you.

, I also have a dream..."