In the room, the son put down his hand holding the pen, and the moment he saw what was on the screen, his eyes turned red.

On the screen of the mobile phone, there is the game poster of "The Long Night" and the announced release time.

It's one thing for a classmate to tell him, and it's another thing for a dad to tell him.

"Dad, you said that I have been studying hard, can I enter the budding studio in the future and make games with the old thief?"

Xiong Wei, who was showing off, thought that his son would say shocking words such as '', but he didn't expect that in the end, he just held the pen and let out a confused sigh.

"Just work hard." He took back his phone, and before the screen went out, he reluctantly glanced at the contents.

The son stared at his action of taking back his mobile phone, and breathed a sigh of relief, the action of his father pretending to be forced in front of him was really uncomfortable.

But what he asked was true, and he found that making a game requires not only a huge amount of game design knowledge, but also something else to support the core of the game.

"Dad, when I become a game designer in the future, I will also make your suggestions into games!" He took the pen and looked his father in the eye seriously.

Xiong Wei was stunned for a moment, and then grinned, "Okay, your father and I still have a lot of life experience, and I will tell you all when the time comes." ”

"Okay! I'm sure to be a game designer like the old thief! He pinched the pen and looked at the scroll in front of him, he also wanted to play games, but he also knew that if he wanted to become a game designer like the old thief, he had to read and study consistently.

"Okay, I won't bother you studying, but after the game comes out, do you want to play?" Xiong Wei looked at his son suspiciously, since the old thief said that he wanted to make his suggestions into a game, his son had not played a game for a long time.

It seems that since he saw the old thief making this game, he has been electro-impotent for a moment, and the game no longer makes sense to him, so he has found a deeper purpose.

"Play, you have to play!" He really wanted to see what the game that the thief made according to his father's suggestion was like.

Xiong Wei turned around and walked out of the room, but the moment his head skimmed, his whole body burst into tears.

Seeing his son grow up was more touching than seeing the old thief make a game.

That's the budding habit, not long after the game is announced, it will be released at a fixed time when it is announced.

Never bounce a ticket! This is a good reputation all the time!

When the countdown reaches zero, the player also quickly clicks on the game details page to select the purchase, and the homepage of the store where the game was purchased, the sky is full of purple-green auroras, and heavy snow covers this lonely land.

Above the land, there is a quiet cottage with lights on, and a warm red light shines through the windows.

The picture looks warm and beautiful, but also reveals an extraordinary loneliness.

The memory of the game is not large, and the download is extremely fast, and Yinzi opened the game first.

"Brothers, I'm here again." Yinzi smiled, "Winter is coming!" ”

"When I think of winter, I think of the winter days that I had to endure in my war at the beginning." Speaking of this, he was a little embarrassed.

At that time, I didn't dare to think about every day that passed, and I couldn't believe that I had lived another day.

Clicking into the game, a hoarse whisper came to my ears, with heavy breathing, and the words that came out of my chest carried endless pain.

“the long dark……”

The long night, the sound of despair, made the long night even more boundless.

At the beginning of the picture, it is the golden morning light, it is the newborn sun, the falling plane is stuck in the snow in a strange posture, the thick tree trunk is also knocked to tilt, the morning light has come out, but the snow has no trace of melting.

The rhythm of the drum sounded in my ears, and on the snow, the burning flames continued to beat with the drum beat until it was extinguished.

It's obviously the same scene, but frame by frame flashes by, but it represents a different time, the picture is getting darker and darker, and the world is also flattened and depressed.

When a light song sounded to the rhythm of the drums, everyone felt the hairs on the back of their hands stand up.

The world has been in a blizzard, and the first-person perspective walks along the unknown path of the valley one foot at a time.

Beyond the singing was the whirring of the wind, and the heavy breathing of myself wrapped in a heavy windproof scarf and mask.

The aurora is beautiful, but under the burning flares, it is staring at the fierce wolf.

Bow and arrow! Pike!

It's not just the wild wolves that are targeted, but also the huge black bears that come at you.

The black bear's several bows and arrows had no effect on its movements, and the burst of flames bloomed in the pale snow, and the final scene stopped at the black bear's abyssally open bloody mouth.

The mixing of double bass and violin brings an unprecedented ethereal and lonely feeling.

In the early morning, it is a relaxed violin, and when the sky is getting dark, it resonates with a mysterious bass.

"The hairs stand on end!" Yinzi rubbed her arms, obviously in the warm room, there was still a layer of fine raised goosebumps.

In the song, he could hear the night, the haze and the moisture, the depressed manic, scarred survivor who still wandered in the snowy night.

On the eve of the picture, it seems that the weather is not so cold, the heavy snow here still looks warm, and you can still breathe a lot of air under the swaying snowflakes, and the steps are not so heavy, and the steps are brisk.

Fans were also shocked,

'Damn, what did I hear!' Surprise the opening! Open your mouth and kneel! Mouth drunk! ’

'That's how you play the game of the old thief, every time the music comes out, it makes people feel incredibly shocked! ’

'A music company delayed by the game!!' ’

It's not that I don't have a limited number of words, but when I am happy, excited, satisfied, excited, cold, fearful, lonely, angry, desperate...... When my chest fills my ribcage, there are only a limited number of words that can express my feelings. ’

I know that the word that represents my heart is, ''." ’

Sure enough, Chinese culture is broad and profound! ’

……

In this long winter, the sound of the violin also sinks to the bottom of the water, and the singer stands on the shore, the miasma of death is spreading, and hope is growing freely under the morning light of winter.

The rising morning light was very transparent, but at this time, there was only endless desolation.

The golden light shone on the snow, and when the darkness receded silently, the sunlight reflected on the face in this golden-sprinkled place also represented despair.

"After enough time, everyone's chances of survival will be zero-Chuck Palanik"

In the darkness, white text appears in the frame.

Lu Xun said that celebrities always say some useless.

But here, live! Stay alive as your number one goal!

(End of chapter)