In 1985, Lucheng...

"Tu tuk, tuk, tuk, tuk, tuk, tuk, tuk! Get up and have dinner."

Um?

Liu Zhiyuan, lying on the bed, slowly opened his eyes and looked at the ceiling in a daze.

Alas, I drank too much again, why did I yesterday...

No! What is this?

Liu Zhiyuan sat up from the bed and stared blankly at the strange but familiar environment around him. "This is... my home? my childhood home!?"

For a moment, he was completely sleepy and quickly got up and got out of bed. The tiles were made of terrazzo, and about 1 meter from the floor to the wall were made of wooden materials. The star posters on the wall were a little yellow. He kept scanning the small room, and gradually, the familiarity surged into his heart.

"Impossible!" Liu Zhiyuan suddenly turned around and walked towards the window. "Crash..." The moment the curtains opened, the breath of the times came to his face. The sky was gray, not as good as the smog day in the 21st century, because people did not have the awareness of environmental protection at this time.

The bicycle was riding in the middle of the road, and the driver with no anger was honking his horns, because looking around, there was only a tram track and an oversized van-like bus. There were no tall buildings, no urban beauties with short skirts and backless or OL professional clothes, only passers-by wearing yeliang shirts, sandals and socks. Occasionally, a group of young people wearing toad glasses, bat shirts, and bell-bottom trousers carrying large antique tape recorders on their shoulders were laughing and laughing.

It hurts! Liu Zhiyuan secretly pinched himself, "It hurts, it proves that he is not dreaming..." Looking at the scene of the old photos outside the window, he murmured. The unreal feeling made him a little dizzy. It has nothing to do with age or experience. Anyone who encounters such a scene will be confused.

"Zhiyuan! It's time to eat! You..."

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

"The rice is cold..." The woman's complaints gradually faded away 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.

"I'm not in college." He reached out and touched the person in the mirror. His hair was a little long. After washing his hair, he used a hair dryer to 37 or 55 points and then sprayed gel water with a hair dryer. It was the trend of young people in this era. His whole face was not handsome, but his eyes were particularly bright and vivid. The finishing touch was the sword eyebrows. When the young man pursed his lips and his expressionless face, he felt that he was not angry and mighty.

...

"Zhiyuan, you still have to eat food. There are still several days to fill out your application, so don't worry." The gentle voice of the man outside the door pulled Liu Zhiyuan, who was lying on the bed, back to reality.

"It turns out that I just finished the college entrance examination." He reached his hands in front of him, "I'm really reborn!"

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

"Crack" the door opened. The man outside the door looked six or seven similar to Liu Zhiyuan, but his eyes were very different. He was gentle and elegant, his literary temperament, and his slow speech can all be used to describe this person.

Yes, this is a real top student, scholar, and a role model admired by everyone in this era. Liu Zhiyuan looked at Liu Weihua outside the door, not knowing what to use to explain his situation. "Dad, I'll go out for a walk."

"Okay, your mother and Jin Shen next door went to the suburban vegetable garden together, saying that she would find you some local eggs and fresh vegetables, so don't come back too late."

"I got it, bang."

The sun was scorching in July, and the cicadas were screaming loudly. Maybe they were tired or not wanting to leave. Liu Zhiyuan didn't care whether the ground was dirty or not, but he sat down with a sycamore tree on his back. He was not a sentimental person, but he was just confused. He was 51 years old before he was reborn, but he was not an old antique and stubborn. On the contrary, he was a "young man" who kept up with the pace of the times. He owned a game development company. Of course, it was called a game development company. In fact, what he developed was just the so-called "domestic games", which were incomparable to those giant companies and were just to support his family.

"Let's go, my cousin got me a game console in Japan, it's so fun. I'll take you to my house to have fun!"

"I don't want to go. I want to go to the audio-visual hall to see if there is any new song by Leslie Cheung. I heard that Mr. Rong's concert at the Hong Kong Hall was very popular. I really want to go..."

"There are no new songs? I've been through the audio and video hall every day. If there were, there would be a long queue, leaving, leaving. The game is so fun, I just can't understand the words..."

The boy who was clamoring to play games pulled the boy who was going to the audio-visual hall to go away from Liu Zhiyuan. Looking at the boy's back gradually disappearing, Liu Zhiyuan smiled bitterly, "I am also a teenager. But I'm here, and life is still going to be passed day by day. Many people are afraid that they want such opportunities to be crazy. Go back and plan carefully." After that, he patted the soil on his butt and walked towards home.

...

"You go and see your son. It's like a devilish man, and the writing on the desk is messy." Zhao Ying said to Liu Weihua, who was sitting on the sofa reading a book with concern.

"Oh..." Liu Weihua set the bookmark and closed the book and came to Liu Zhiyuan's room door. He looked at his son's irritable and depressed look, then looked at the messy draft paper on the desk, and slowly said, "Don't be impatient, and 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 how to go ahead, then set out toward your dream. Step by step, you will always get the wonderful you want."

Liu Weihua's words made Liu Zhiyuan calm, and the picture suddenly returned to his 20-year-old. He graduated at the age of 20 and was full of energy. With his super personal charm, he formed his own game development team. In front of everyone around him, he shouted that he would make the best game, surpass Nintendo, Sony, and surpass... However, the picture in his mind changed again.

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

"Then I will lend you a good word, Mr. Liu, let's make a fortune together."

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

Symposiums and scenes of drunken hangovers kept flashing in his mind. When, when, I sold my ideals and replaced them with food, rice, oil and salt.

"This is not the game I want to make! You are a liar! You are plagiarizing! Shameless plagiarism! How did you tell us at the beginning? You said you would take us to develop the best game and build the strongest game company. Now? You see who is popular every day and you will copy whom! All kinds of tricks to cheat money, this is the future you promised to us! The Han Dynasty you promised to us!!!"

"Do you think I want this!? Do you want to eat! Do you want to drink! Do you want to raise your wife and children! Dream! Dream! Dream! Dreams must be full! I don't copy, who will pay you a salary! Your son, you are just one month old, your wife has insufficient milk, and milk powder is not money? Can you exchange milk powder for your dreams!?"

"But, Liu...Brother Liu, I'll call you again, Brother Liu, I know I want to eat, I know I can't exchange for the milk powder money of Mrs. Guo, but this is really not what we want. It's been 5 years. You said over and over again that when you have money, we will develop our own games. But in the past 5 years, you only have pirated and plagiarized. Do you still remember the first game we developed by ourselves? We didn't have money at that time, we saved money, and 8 people stayed in a small basement, we had steamed buns and pickles, but we..."

"Don't mention the first game to me, don't give me any happiness! That's just a trash! You just need to play games with your head, do you know if you know the feeling of being ridiculed and mocked when I go out!!! You don't know anything! You..."

"Enough! The seven of us are not here to reason with you today. We have heard enough of your milk powder money. We originally came with the idea of ​​giving you another chance. After all, we have our team and the Han Dynasty. But you are so disappointing. Sorry, the seven of us are no longer employees of the Han Dynasty from now on. We don't want those shares and dividends. You can continue to make a lot of money on your milk powder money! Let's go!"

"Let's go! You're all noble people! You're not all human beings! You..." Looking at the door of the room, the 25-year-old Liu Zhiyuan's roar gradually choked up. "You all have dreams, you are all great, only I am a dirty liar, a pirate dealer, but... I took you on the boat at the beginning, some of you have wives and children, I have to let you eat enough! I can't be hungry for you, I have dreams too..."
Chapter completed!