2007 A.D. Shenzhen, China

After only two years of studying at Cheonghyun University, he went to work for his father's company. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 infoHe didn't like the major his father had chosen for him, landscape architecture, which he had his own plans when his father forced him to study it.

He runs a decoration company, and if his son can do design, when he retires in the future, someone will inherit the career he has worked hard for half his life. But this son did not go according to his wishes, and opposed him at every turn.

Finally sent him to WH Institute of Technology to study landscape design, he thought that everything would become a reality step by step according to his ideas, but what he didn't expect was that this rebellious son only studied for him for two years, and then ran out to find a job on his own. Dad thinks about it, it is better to do it for outsiders than to do it for his own family, the child really doesn't like to study, so he can go back to the company to help himself, and learn while doing it, which is better than what the child is learning now when he is old and can't do it.

Qing Xuan is an extremely smart child, as long as he has an eye, he will learn eight or nine. Although he only studied garden design for two years, and he did not study very carefully, it seems that his father's genetic factors play a role, he has a natural endowment for design, and with the guidance of his mentor, his works are not inferior to his father's design.

It's just that my father always looks down on his son, since he returned to the company, he originally wanted to do a good job to show his father, and wanted to prove that he didn't eat dry food, but his father always wanted his son to perform better. "Blue is better than blue". He thought that his son Li Xiaotian must be ten times stronger than himself, a hundred times or even a thousand times, and he wanted his son to become a world-class design master, and his family industry would develop to the world in the future, and he would also become the proudest father in the Li family.

In order to allow his son to carry the family business, he asked his son to start from the bottom. Dad is the chairman, and his son is the most ordinary employee, which makes Qing Xuan's heart a little unbalanced, he thinks that it is more than wrong to be a general manager with his own ability, but his father doesn't give him a chance. Therefore, whether they are back at home or at work, the father and son always have different opinions, and they often quarrel without saying three sentences.

Li Xiaotian looked at the son in front of him, who was half a head taller than himself, and thought to himself, this child is exactly the same as when he was young, rebellious, individual, and extremely smart, but he has never been like others.

When he was running transportation on the Yangtze River, everyone in his family said that it was a very dangerous cause and did not let him do it, but as a result, after ten years of running, he dug the first pot of gold. Then, when he took the first pot of gold and dragged his family to Shenzhen to fight the world, his parents and brothers objected again, thinking that the consumption in that place was high and chaotic, so it was better to be honest and do something in Wuhan and live a life where the family was less than the upper and lower than the bottom.

Now it turns out that he made the right choice. His company is now a private enterprise with more than 8,000 permanent employees and tens of millions of fixed assets, and it is a well-known private enterprise in Shenzhen, which is full of gold, and the annual tax paid for the state is enough to pay the living expenses of 100 families for one year!

The same is true for parents and brothers, if any child has a good future, he must look up to it. Therefore, every year when I go back to my hometown for the New Year, my parents always smile, and my brothers also come to ask for warmth. When people are mixed, brothers and sisters can naturally dip a little bit of light, which is a tradition in China. One person has attained the Tao and the chicken dog ascends to heaven.

Looking at these smiling faces, Li Xiaotian was very proud in his heart, and he wanted to live a life to show his hometown fathers and ancestors. People say that there are no more than three generations of poverty, and no more than three kingdoms of wealth, and the old Li family should be rich in his generation. And he will pass on his wealth to his sons, and to his grandchildren, and so on from generation to generation, and forever...... It seems that this is very close to Qin Shi Huang's thoughts, hehe, what does it matter, everyone has their own dreams.

Speaking of dreams, he thought of the game he is playing now, "Fantasy Journey to the West", no matter how capable people are, there are many dreams that are still unrealizable, so people use games to realize some dreams that cannot be realized in reality.

For example, he wants to become a hero with strong martial arts, which is unattainable in reality. Even if many clubs have opened taekwondo gyms or sanda training classes, martial arts classes and the like, this is still very different from those heroes who acted chivalrous and righteous in ancient times.

In addition, the game provides a platform for relaxation, allowing you to relax your nerves after work. In addition, we can meet all kinds of players here, and although no one can see anyone through the computer screen, sometimes we can tell the truth to those who cannot see, but we can only tell lies to those who can see. The world is so realistic that people have to live with masks.

Ever since Lee Hyo-tian played this game, he has become addicted to it little by little. People, when you get a good thing, you naturally want to share it with others. He, too, wants to share his joy with others when he gets something in a game or defeats someone who is higher than him. Of course, the object of sharing is his son. (He can't just take a group of employees to do nothing for a day, just play games.) And just like that, he brought his son into the game.

Young people's obsession with gaming is even crazier than middle-aged people. Ever since Qingxuan learned this game, he has fallen in love with this game, and often plays the game until he stays awake all night. This made Li Xiaotian regret teaching this game to his son in the first place. He beware that his son is addicted to games all day long and does not learn any skills, which will regret his son's life. So, at this time, he began to jump out and interfere with his son's gaming career.

Recently, he received an order in Macau for a client who had bought a new villa and needed someone to design and decorate it. He plans to send his son over to supervise the work and purchase materials, and learn how to do interior design from the designers of the Macau branch. The project will take about a month, and he thinks that this month will make his son's obsession with games fade a little.

But he was wrong.

Qing Xuan looked at the electronic calendar, today is April 27, and you don't need to count it to know that there are only three days left until May Day. He was about to leave after May Day, and his father forcibly sent him to Macau to keep him away from the game, which he knew. However, without the game, where is his happiness!

The world is too cold, who can really understand his heart. His father always arranged his life according to his ideas, while his mother and father were on the same side, both opposing him playing games and hoping that he would work hard every day. If he wants to be a working machine, he won't!

He has his own ideas, he is no longer a child, he doesn't want his future to be controlled by others, he doesn't want to live a life arranged by others, he wants to live the life he wants. Although he still doesn't know what kind of life he wants to live in the future, he definitely doesn't live according to other people's ideas.

His current addiction to games does not mean that he will have to live this virtual life for the rest of his life, it is just an expression of his dissatisfaction with his father. He thought that in the near future, when he found his own direction, he would start to fight for his goals, and in his heart, he had his own plans and arrangements, and these things he could not tell his parents, because, even if he did, they would not understand.

In these limited days, he must have a good time. Because, after going to Macau, you can't play. He had been staying up for a few nights in order to rush the level, and more precisely, he hadn't slept much since the new area was opened. The panda's eyes are naturally boiled, and the internal organs haven't taken much care of them recently, so they deal with biscuits when they are hungry, and drink some milk casually when they are thirsty. It's no wonder that my stomach has always hurt a little lately, and it's the internal organs that are making trouble.

Disconnected three times in a row, the last time, he squeezed for 15 minutes to squeeze up, but after playing for less than five minutes, the four big words "network error" flashed on the computer screen, and he was actually squeezed out by the players again!

"Can't the bandwidth of this Netcom be increased? It's like this with a few more players, and it's so hard to play a game! Qing Xuan grumbled helplessly. It seemed that he couldn't play today, so he simply turned off the computer, and then he felt a wave of fatigue all over his body. He stretched and stood up.

Outside the window, the setting sun slanted through the window, reflecting the floor red, and a double bed beckoned to him in the corner of the room, and the light blue sheets set off the room refreshing and clean.

Inside the huge floor-to-ceiling window, a pure white lace-edged floor-to-ceiling curtain hangs half-open and half-closed on the ground, next to the floor-to-ceiling window is a milk-white desk with a few leftover biscuit bags and empty milk cartons, a thin layer of dust falls on the Samsung 19-inch LCD computer screen, and scattered cookie crumbs on the black keyboard. On the desk is a bookshelf with books on history and geography that Qingxuan likes to read.

Sleepiness made him burrow into the covers, and after a while a slight snoring sounded sounded.

By the time he awoke, it was late at night, and the quiet moonlight shone through the floor-to-ceiling windows, giving the floor a dark red sheen. Qing Xuan felt his stomach rumbling, so he rolled over and got out of bed and walked out of the bedroom.

The lights in the downstairs living room have been turned off, and it seems that the parents have fallen asleep. He crept into the kitchen and opened the refrigerator door, which contained dishes made for the evening, as well as some milk, cold beer, and bread. Fearing that the movement of the hot food would wake his parents, he took two cartons of milk and a loaf of bread and crept upstairs again.

Closing the bedroom door, this time he could gasp for air. He sat down at the computer and pressed the power button as he wiped the straw into the milk carton.