The "Oriental Building", the landmark building in the upper city, was brightly lit. Zhao Yinxi, who was on the 38th floor of the office building, stood up and made a cup of strong coffee. During the break, he stood by the window and was in a daze. The city under his feet was still there at this moment.
So brilliant and dazzling. The wandering light lines and changing colors transform this metropolis into a city that never sleeps. It is so prosperous and brilliant that people dare not stop.
A wry smile appeared at the corner of Zhao Yinxi's mouth.
The early autumn wind blew on Zhao Yinxi's swollen forehead, and a coolness hit his face. He sobered up a lot. He put down the coffee cup and threw himself in front of the computer again.
The past few days have been really torturous. His plan was constantly being proposed, argued, rejected, and overturned. Then a new round of fierce battle began. So far, Zhao Yinxi has been awake for three or four days.
At 9:30 this morning, the final effect of this game must be demonstrated in front of senior executives.
The name of the new mobile game developed this time is "Flying Meng Jiuxiao", which is an upgraded version of the previous "Flying Meng Gaotian", which was also independently developed by Zhao Yinxi.
The so-called R&D team currently consists of five people. Except for the department manager and a few odd-job assistants, Zhao Yinzhi is almost the only executive participant.
The success of the research and development of this mobile game is related to Zhao Yinxi’s salary increase and possible promotion. This is the pie that the superior department leaders have already drawn for him.
The department manager attaches great importance to this. The way the manager pays attention to it is to ask questions every day, urge him all the time, curse every minute, and imagine his wonderful life after this game is put on the market.
Nancheng "Chenghu Lakeside" community.
Late at night, the lights were still bright in the 160-square-meter flat. There were sounds of crying and quarreling coming from the living room. Xiao Ran was so annoyed that he put on his headphones and continued to stare at the computer screen with bright eyes.
When the fight was about to end, he heard a loud bang in the living room. Xiao Ran's hand shook, and the game was lost. He stood up in a hurry, opened the bedroom door, and was furious.
Although he was used to seeing his parents noisy, Xiao Ran was still a little frightened by today's scene. The cloisonné vase more than one meter high in the living room was smashed into pieces and scattered on the marble floor in colorful colors. His mother was wearing pajamas and sitting paralyzed.
On the ground, his hair was messy, his eyes were dull, and his usual grace and dignity were gone. He was no different from the village woman who sat at the entrance of the village and patted her thighs after a couple quarreled in the mountains.
My father was still wearing the same clothes he wore during the day, and it seemed that he had arrived home not long ago. He fell on the corner of the sofa, covered in flesh, smelling of alcohol, and there was a puddle of vomit on the ground. The stench was overwhelming. He kept cursing in his mouth.
Xiao Ran looked at the messy living room and the messy parents, and couldn't help feeling disgusted. He sneered at his parents:
"Jie Bang! You! Are you going to make me sleepy? I have to go to school tomorrow!"
The drunken father Xiao noticed his son. Although he was still drunk, he still spoke clearly:
"Little red guy, what kind of bullshit education did you go to? You're doing seven twists and threes, and you're just fooling around. How much money have you spent on so many tutoring classes? It's so empty! I've been pretending to be a grandson all day long, so I can support you, a bastard.
Lian Lian. I've come to take care of you. Do you want a slap in the face? Go fuck me, you're a green crab with salted duck eggs!"
The Nancheng dialect is relatively waxy and has a five-star difficulty-to-learn index. Father Xiao's last sentence translated into Mandarin is actually just one word - "go", which shows how powerful the dialect is. Nowadays, the promotion of Mandarin is so strong, Nancheng
It is also a city with a large number of immigrants. Social and public situations are basically in Mandarin. Except for the natives of Nancheng who still speak dialects, people of Xiao Ran's generation can basically understand but not speak. Even if they speak, it is only half-pidgin.
Wen Bubai.
Now Xiao Ran understood all the accusations his father had made against him and became furious. He pointed his finger at his father and shouted:
"Who wants a man like you? What else do you have besides a little money? I don't want to be your son. It's better to die than to be your son."
Xiao Ran shouted at his mother again: "You go get a divorce! You fight and curse every day, no matter how bad your life is, I will feel ashamed for you. Death is better than being with this stinky man. If you don't leave, I will."
Die."
Mother Xiao looked at the ground and smiled bitterly: "Forget it, just die. All of them will die."
Father Xiao stood up unsteadily, probably wanting to rush over and hit his son, and cursed: "Kill you, you will be pissed off!"
Xiao Ran avoided it in disgust, turned around and walked to the bedroom, then closed the door with a bang. He put on his headphones, turned up the game music background to the maximum, then stared at the computer screen and continued to fight.
September 2, 2017 7 a.m.
The entire program has been running relatively smoothly, and it is basically done. Zhao Yinxi, who has not touched the pillow for several days, is very excited. His body is exhausted, but the program storms are still running in his mind, which are compact, coherent, and interlocking.
, cannot be shut down, endlessly.
After taking a break, Zhao Yinxi opened WeChat and clicked on the water drop raising link that her second sister had sent dozens of times. The fundraising for her nephew's leukemia has lasted for twenty-five days, and the current amount raised is less than 200,000.
More than 100,000 of them were donated by Zhao Yinxi himself.
The circle of friends are all migrant workers with meager incomes. Who would spend a lot of money? Zhao Yinxi silently forwarded it again in his circle of friends.
The dizziness got worse. Zhao Yinxi wanted to get up and wash his face with cold water, but he staggered and fell on the chair. After a while, he got up again and walked to the bathroom.
The person in the bathroom mirror had sunken cheeks, bloodshot eyes, confused eyes, and a haggard appearance. Zhao Yinxi looked at herself, as if looking at a stranger. Why did the person in the mirror work so hard? p>
Zhao Yinxi sat back in his seat, feeling as if there was a machine in his head that couldn't be turned off, roaring to himself. He rubbed his temples and ordered himself a breakfast.
When the alarm clock rang at 7 o'clock, the Xiao family's live-in aunt knocked on Xiao Ran's door on time.
When the "dong dong" knock sounded for the fifth time, Xiao Ran opened the door suddenly. He was unkempt and his eyes were blood red. He leaned weakly against the door and said angrily:
"What's the matter with knocking? I've been up long ago."
Aunt Li, who is in her fifties, is not surprised, neither impatient nor impatient, loyal to her duties, and said gently: "Breakfast is ready. Come and eat quickly. Don't be late for school."
Xiao Ran closed the door with another bang. Aunt Li turned and left, muttering: "Why are you up so early? You haven't slept all night."
Aunt Li began to place various breakfast items on the table. There were fried steak, pasta, milk, and cut watermelon.
After a while, Xiao Ran came out of his room, dragging his schoolbag that had been untouched since last night. There were not many books in it. He didn't even look at the breakfast and went straight to the entrance to change his shoes. "Xiao Ran, you have breakfast!" Aunt Li chased her to the door.
"If you don't eat, you can't eat." Xiao Ran said lazily while tying his shoelaces.
"No, Xiao Ran, your parents will find out about this and blame me." Aunt Li said very worriedly.
"They want me to die." After saying this, Xiao Ran opened the door and walked away.
September 2, 2017 9:00 am
Employees of the "Flying" game company on the 38th floor of the "Oriental Building" building have begun to go to work. They sat down in their seats one by one, slowly filling the empty office cubicles.
Zhao Yinxi is working on a ppt. There is a new product presentation meeting at 9:30 today. There is a thick stack of printed report scripts in front of him, which are used as supporting materials for all superiors to review.
There was a little bit of glutinous rice porridge beside the manuscript. Zhao Yinzhi had no appetite. He was a little excited, nervous, tired, and tired. Although he had a chance to win, he was so lifeless.
The roaring in his head was still intermittent, and Zhao Yinxi even felt that the blood vessels in his head were beating wildly, as if they would burst in the next minute. He thought that when this research and development was passed, no matter what, he would
I want to apply for a long vacation.
Hey, who knows? For those bonuses, I’m afraid I’ll have to bite the bullet again.
"Hey, Yuxi, are you ready? Bring all the materials to the conference room." The voice of the department manager Du sounded from the internal line.
Sometimes they call Zhao Yinxi "Yuxi", sometimes they call him "Emperor".
He is indeed the elder son of his parents, and he is as valued as the only heir to the throne. His two sisters dropped out of school early and married hastily for the sake of the younger brother who had been waiting for him for so long.
Although his family was poor, Zhao Yinxi had a name full of royal style, which was in huge contrast to his shabby family background. Since entering high school, he has been ridiculed because of his name.
At 9:10, Zhao Yinxi arrived at the designated location. Manager Du was the only one in the huge conference room. The manager first asked Zhao Yinxi to run the program, then flipped through the written materials in his hand, and asked a few key questions.
Zhao Yinxi explained patiently until the manager understood everything.
Manager Du coughed and suddenly pulled Zhao Yixi to sit down, then approached him and said sincerely:
"Zhao, I want to discuss something with you. You are very smart. You have created the "Flying Dream" series since you joined the company. You are very young, and you will definitely have better research and development results in the future. As for me, here
I have been in this position for several years. Look, this project will be handed over to me when I report it later. I..."
The "thumping" blood vessel in Zhao Yinxi's head burst suddenly, and the world was spinning instantly. His whole face turned red and he couldn't say a word.
Manager Du was still talking, and Zhao Yinxi was still staring at him with red eyes, but he slowly slid off the chair.
Nancheng Lewen Middle School playground.
Class 8 in the third grade of junior high school is having physical education class.
Sports teacher Qian is explaining the basic knowledge of basketball to the students.
The weather is nice today, the autumn air is crisp, and Teacher Qian is in a beautiful mood. He talked about a few well-known basic knowledge of basketball, and then said: "Now I will demonstrate to you the three-point shot."
The students applauded one after another.
Teacher Qian stood outside the three-point line, patted the basketball a few times, and after brewing a feeling, he hugged the ball, raised the ball high above his head, then jumped, stretched out his long arms, and threw the ball high. "
With a bang, the basketball landed firmly on the ground and missed.
Teacher Qian’s business failed.
The whole class booed.
Teacher Qian adjusted his expression, turned around, and said without changing his expression: "That's pretty much what a three-pointer means."
Under the watchful eyes of all living beings, Teacher Qian demonstrated with his strength what it means as long as you are not embarrassed, others will be embarrassed.
Xiao Ran didn't believe in this evil, so why should I be embarrassed if he can't do it? So Xiao Ran shook his legs and asked eagerly: "Teacher Qian, what does it mean, it almost means this? How many meanings does it have?" p>
Li Haoran said: "What do they mean? There is only one meaning, which is that there is no goal."
Teacher Qian was forced into a corner, and his tanned face turned slightly red. He was already annoyed that he had failed in the demonstration. Xiao Ran was still not allowed to open or lift any pot. The key was that he was not allowed to complain about the students because of his incompetent strength.
Fight back, what if Xiao Ran asks him to demonstrate again? What if he fails to demonstrate again?
Teacher Qian knows very well that there is a high probability that these two will appear.
At that moment, Teacher Qian could only hold back his anger, lowered his face, and said: "Shut up! Next is the long-distance running test. 1000 meters for boys and 800 meters for girls. Let's do some preparatory activities first."
The whole class lamented one after another.
Li Haoran is a tall, fat man, and what he fears most is running. He asked unbalancedly: "Teacher, why do girls run 800, but boys run 1,000?"
Teacher Qian said angrily: "Look at the standards for the physical education high school entrance examination for boys and girls."
Xiao Ran shouted again: "Teacher, I have a secret to tell you."
Teacher Qian ignored him. He knew this kid was up to no good.
Xiao Ran said loudly again: "Teacher, I have never told anyone this secret. Today I have to confess. In fact, I am a woman."
The students have become accustomed to these two live treasures. They dispersed to prepare for activities. Some laughed, some made noise, and some started to feel weak even before running, comforting and encouraging each other.
Xiao Ran sighed and said to Li Haoran: "I'm very dizzy. I probably won't be able to finish running today."
Li Haoran looked at Xiao Ran and felt that something was wrong with Xiao Ran. His eyes were sunken, his face was sallow, and sweat rolled down his carefully styled bangs.
Li Haoran was a little surprised. He asked: "Brother Xiao, you are the king of sports. Why are you sweating so much before you even run today?"
The whistle for Teacher Qian to gather was blown. Xiao Ran ignored Li Haoran, wiped his sweat, shook his head, and stood on the white starting line with a group of boys.
Li Haoran also squeezed over and stood up, and said timidly: "I probably died suddenly before I finished running."
"Run, it's better to die suddenly." This is what Xiao Ran said to Li Haoran after running into the wind.