"Crazy, it's been seven years. An elegant, deep voice came.

"Seven years?" Chen Feng muttered.

"yes, it's been seven years. Seeing this once arrogant and invincible brother become the decadent and cowardly appearance he is now, Jiang Chuan's always gentle words can't help but have a trace of sorrow.

Chen Feng waved his hand, stood up, and motioned for Chuanzi to follow.

Turning on the computer, a pair of slender and white hands are tapping on the keyboard quickly, and the rhythmic percussion sound is like a light music. Soon, Chen Feng unplugged the USB flash drive connected to the computer and handed it over.

"Chuanzi, you can take this game back, I believe that this game will soon become a representative of the games of this era. ”

This would sound like an arrogant remark to anyone, but Jiang Chuan didn't have the slightest doubt. Six years ago, his game company brought the first game developed by the madman alone, "Dust", and after it was launched, in just half a year, it shared the game market with the overlord of the game world, "League of Legends". Five years ago, Maniac's second game, Dust, was released and controlled a full seventy percent of the game market. Now, this madman has spent five years making a good game, and there really is no doubt that he will dominate the entire game market.

Jiang Chuan looked at this young man who was dressed in thin black, with a pale face but a strange sense of handsomeness, and looked at his eyes full of complex emotions: emptiness, pain, despair, and endless tearing black holes, as if he had read all the vicissitudes of the world, and with arrogance and unwillingness to decide...

Jiang Chuan was silent, took the USB flash drive, and silently took out a cigarette and handed it over.

Chen Feng took out the customized Givenchy lighter in the pocket of his shirt, looked at the photo of himself seven years ago and a beautiful girl jumping in his arms, and lit a cigarette with his trembling hands. The slender hands that were enough to make any woman jealous and had won the championship for three consecutive years and made countless fans scream were trembling at the moment, like an old man, Jiang Chuan turned his head, not wanting to see this scene, but he was so powerless.

"Chuanzi, help me take care of this game, it's called "Glory". Chen Feng looked at the brother who had been by his side for many years, stretched out his hands and hugged his brother hard, and let out this hoarse but sad voice.

"Yes. Jiang Chuan nodded heavily, looking at this young man who was only 27 years old but full of pale hair, his red eyes were full of sadness.

Chen Feng lay on the bed and closed his eyes, recalling the scenes in his mind.

That year, in the late autumn of 2014, Chen Feng was 17 years old, his parents had just passed away in an accident, and the young man's eyes could no longer see the slightest light.

Until one day, that gentle, cute, and naughty girl appeared in Chen Mo's world, accompanied her, took him out of his sadness, and gave him the warmth and companionship he wanted.

However, just when Mochen felt extremely happy. One day, the girl said the word break up indifferently, and there was no more news.

Five months later, Chen Feng received a wedding invitation: 'Male: Chen Longxiang, Female: Liu Susu, time: September 28, 2017. ’

That day, Chen Feng didn't go, and sent a congratulatory gift and a letter, and then got drunk with Chuanzi.

Since then, the once sunny and proud boy has been completely extinguished.

In the past seven years, Chen Feng has not wanted to find her in person all the time and ask why, just thinking that she has become someone else's wife, he will lose all his courage.

Chen Feng slowly fell asleep, his heartbeat getting slower and slower...

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"The following is an urgent news, China's famous game designer, three consecutive years of e-sports world champion, "Dust" and "Dust" developer Chen Feng unfortunately died at the age of 27, leaving behind his death "Glory". The passing of Mr. Chen Feng is a great loss to the game industry around the world, let us sincerely bless him and wish him peace in heaven......"

On the beach, a beautiful-looking woman saw this news.

"Pa Da ......" left two lines of tears on his delicate face, and the tears fell on the phone, sliding down the phone onto the sand.

The woman ran home like crazy, and turned out the letter that she had put away but had never opened, and the dashing handwriting clearly read:

If the weather is fine, then you will stay there, and if it is desolate, then you will come back quickly.

The last seven-year covenant of this life, as long as you turn around, I will be here.

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