Ahmad is a somewhat indescribably good young man.

"Indescribable" doesn't mean anything derogatory, it's just that Ahmad hates people putting a bunch of adjectives in front of his name, especially "literary art", so he doesn't want people to use this kind of thing to describe him.

Just like labeling, he feels that the pseudo-literary youth talk about "literature and art" all day long, causing the real literary youth like himself to lie innocently in the fire of public opinion.

There is always no shortage of stupid people in the world who want to change the world, but in fact, it is an extravagant hope not to be changed by the world.

So at the age of 23, Ahmad quit his stable, leisurely and well-paid job. One Monday morning, he threw his resignation in the manager's face.

"The world is so big, I want to go out and see it. ”

"Get out!"

It is precisely because there are very few people in the world who can understand us that we are so precious. Just set up his bicycle and packed his bags, Ahmad resolutely walked towards his "poetry and distance".

The target is Tibet, because it is said to be a place that purifies people's minds.

In fact, Ahmad did not have a stable, idle and well-paid job, and he had no way to talk about throwing his resignation application in the face of his manager.

It's just that he, who has been happy to construct such a preset fantasy for a long time, has been a little unable to distinguish between reality and imagination. Fortunately, the bumpy 318 National Highway under your feet seems to be real.

Fortunately, the "distant place" called Tibet is not just my own fantasy.

People often ask why Ahmad is so young that he does not give birth.

Ahmad thought for a moment and replied: "Life is more than what is in front of you, there are ......" Forget it, they won't understand it, what else is there to say?

Ahmad gradually felt that he had nothing to talk to with these people who were burdened by mundane things.

If he had to find a word to describe himself, Ahmad would choose "on the road".

Ahmad is a good young man on the road.

There are always uninteresting people who will ask you where this road leads. [Ahmad, where is your destination?]

What a stupid question, Ahmad thought.

But although Ahmad has rolled countless eyes in his heart,

[Is the travel fee enough?]

[Come back to work when the waves are enough, the seat of the project team is still reserved for you. 】

[Although I don't understand what Senior Ahmad is pretending to, I faintly feel so powerful. 】

[What is there to go to Tibet, I went back to the eleventh day last time, and it was far worse than our Shanghai]

He has made up his mind to be gentle with the poor laity of this world,

[When are you going to come back and play black.] 】

[The funeral family will always protect Ahmad Oba!]

[Hey, the boss is not a small person, let me stop in moderation.] 】

just blocked it one message after another, and was silent and vague.

I don't know when it began, "going to Tibet to purify the soul" was gradually regarded as the hypocrisy of the little freshmen, and people would only cast contemptuous eyes.

But Ahmad felt that if I was afraid because of these stupid public opinions, then what was the difference between me and those mediocre people.

It is true that if the soul is filthy enough, it will not be cleansed anywhere.

But the sense of tranquility that the holy white clouds of Tibet give me does not deceive.

When my fingertips really touch the thousand-year-old wind and frost on the prayer barrel, the tremor in the depths of my soul will not be fake.

At this moment, I felt the complete purification of my soul by this mysterious plateau.

Is this a hypocrisy?

If listening to the true voice of my heart is also hypocritical, then I would rather fall into this abyss of hypocrisy and struggle.

With such a magical experience, Ahmad can't wait to start running to a new and distant land.

In fact, there is nothing but the distance away.

In the distant land of barley, there is nothing but barley.

The farther away, the more lonely.

Far away, there is nothing but the distance.

At this time, the stone flew to me

The stone bleeds, and the stone grows seven sisters.

More afar, standing on a barren steppe.

I was far away at that time,

I was free and poor.

These sisters who can't be touched,

These can't be touched by blood.

These things that can't be touched, happiness from afar.

Happiness in the distance, how much pain.

It will always be like this, the wind is followed by the wind.

Above the sky is the sky.

The road is still the road in front of it.

Ahmad sings his own hymn alone and stops his bicycle.

He saw a fellow Tibetan sitting on the side of the road, and he thought he should go up and ask if he needed help.

What a good young man who is united and friendly, Ahmad thought silently in his heart.

It wasn't until this Tibetan compatriot took his own people and carried away his bicycle and all the salutes, leaving only a wallet, that he suddenly realized.

It turns out that as long as there are people, there is no such thing as poetry and distance......

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"Enough! isn't there enough of the innocent moaning of the little freshmen in this world?!" A man angrily throws a CD into the trash, and the movement is so big that he nearly topples the GUNPLA on his desk.

Dabai thinks he's an artist.,It's a man who should be like Qiao's gang leader.,Bring your own BGM.。

"Lose your 45-degree angle of rem, bright sorrow! The mission of the truly strong is to bring artistic joy to the world!"

Dabai stubbornly feels that those who think that the meaning of life is just to "see the world" is really empty and boring.

Like a dog looking for a telephone pole, you may be able to spend your entire life measuring the world with your feet.

But only an animal needs to pee everywhere to prove that he has been in this world.

I pee therefore I am?

But we're human!

When the cry of "God is dead!" resounded, the younger generation no longer believed that the resurrected dead would receive the final judgment with the living. We finally fully realize how short and absurd real life is in this cold universe that has lost the blessing of God's will.

Fortunately, we are human beings, and fortunately, we still have art! Reality may not be perfect, but beautiful art can always compensate for us.

Da Bai faced the drawing board, using bright paint like bright lacquer to sway freely on the drawing board.

Of course, the greater the work, the more difficult it is to be understood by the world.

But this does not prevent us from acknowledging that eternal art is the only hope for us mortals to achieve immortality.

Painter?

Don't get me wrong, Dabai is not a painter.

Having said all this, in fact, most people define Dabai as a "game developer". It's just that Dabai thinks that games are the "ninth art" and that it is more appropriate to call himself an artist.

To be honest, Dabai used to make some games with small sales.

"Flappy Bird", "2048", "Temple Run", "Ark of Tomorrow" and so on, of course, it can't be done by Dabai, they are obviously not just "small sales".

Dabai just did some minor work on top of them, such as "Flappy Pig", such as "4096", and "Temple Run 5".

Hehe, there is a way to be "a big copy of the world's games"~~

But he often told people that these things were just used to support his family. And his ultimate goal in this life is to make a game where he can die without regrets.

People often ask, what kind of game can make him die without regrets?

“......”

He always said: I'm still brewing......

A new day has begun, and Dabai feels that those who are used to playing with their mobile phones in the toilet do not know how to cherish time.

Just let the fragmented information on the mobile phone continue to bombard the poor brains of mortals, Dabai thought as he walked into the toilet.

And someone like him, who aspires to make immortal games, spends his time in the pit brewing ideas.

"Well, it seems that you can't come up with a perfect idea today, so take your time. Dabai thought and flushed the toilet.

Whenever Dabai opens the APP Store and looks at the leaderboard full of kryptonite games, he always feels sad for the public's taste in games.

"XX War", "XX Division", "Everyday XX", "National XX", "XXX Journey to the West", "XX War", "XX Division", "Everyday XX", "National XX", "XXX Journey to the West", "XX War", ......

But when he thought about how monotonous the existing game market was, and how wide the creative space was left for him, Dabai couldn't help but be excited: "The only consistent philosophical stance is resistance!"

It's like a pocket XX game.

The first-level big white met the king of kryptonite at the ??level.

The wild king of kryptonite has appeared!

Attack, subdue, pet?

Dabai uses Poké Balls!

The Wild Kryptonite King uses Flames!The Wild Kryptonite King's attack deals 9999 damage.

【YOU DIED！】

Go back and read the file.

The wild king of kryptonite has appeared again!

Great White attacked!Great White's attack dealt 1 damage.

The Wild Kryptonite King uses Flames!The Wild Kryptonite King's attack deals 9999 damage.

【YOU DIED！】

Go back and read the file.

The wild king of kryptonite has reappeared!

The Great White summons a pet, the Scarf Dog, who pees on the Kryptonite King, dealing 0 attacks.

The Kryptonite King gets angry and uses the Flames!The wild Kryptonite King's attack deals 9999 damage.

【YOU DIED！】

............

Go back and read the file. ×9

After thinking about it, Dabai felt that it was not advisable to blindly do it. In order to rebel against the existing game order, we must first understand the current state of the game industry. So Dabai spends most of the day "playing games".

Of course, in his own words, he was doing "game research".

Let's investigate what the top game on the App Store is, he thought.

【XX War】

Executive Summary:

The world's first phenomenal mobile game with 1 billion people online at the same time! Form a clan, share cards, and create your own war circle.

Lead your kingdom members to victory!

Please note! XX War is a free game, but you can also use some real money to buy some items.

Special Event: Celebrate the 1 billion simultaneous online users, and now new users are coming!

Don't miss the opportunity, don't lose it again, act fast~~~

Dabai looked at the introduction and felt very bluffing, and out of curiosity, he was so happy that he paid his fingerprint to download it.

【Other Studio】

As soon as you enter the game, it is a system notification.

Good news: In order to celebrate the fork war online users exceeded 1 billion, new users will get 250 gems from now on!

Da Bai thought about it, there seemed to be something strange about this news, but without digging deeper, he ** received the 250 gems.

The game page is very strange, a Western-style castle, a bearded king with a sword, majestic, very bluffing. In the lower right corner, there is a large countdown timer [23 hours, 59 minutes and 59 seconds].

However, should this simple line drawing be said to be art, or perfunctory?

Dabai waited for a few seconds, watching the timer miss a few seconds, but the game interface did not react. He poked the interface with his hand, and another system message popped up.

[You still need to wait 23 hours, 59 minutes and 23 seconds to unlock the "Start Button" for free (Reminder: you can also use gems to unlock it immediately)]

What are you kidding, do you have to wait a day? I can't waste my life on this meaningless waste! Didn't the game customer service just give away 250 gems? Dabai thought about it, and decisively ** "Unlock it immediately".

[You also need 300 gems to unlock immediately, your gem balance is insufficient, please recharge in time (think about it, will you become stronger if you don't recharge?)]

Belch...... Do people really have to be so capable in making games from the beginning?

I just drew a black and white line drawing, and I didn't even fill in the color and was in a hurry to come out and make money. How can researching games like this help me?

Let's dig into those single-player games, maybe you can find some inspiration. Dabai thought about it, and clicked on a new game.

【OneOther Studio】

How to play: Jump anywhere on the screen, you can only wear the same color as yourself, and collect gems to unlock more characters in the shop.

It's a small game, it's small, there's no plot, it's just watching the little balls you control keep bouncing and bouncing. It's similar in nature to Tetris or Snake.

As a casual game, the gameplay is so-so. It's just that this style of painting is also a little naïve and cheesy, and the ninth art I want is not like this.

Carry away ~next~

【TheOther Studio】

In the picture full of geometric lines, a small square in a long pipe is controlled left and right, so that it does not hit obstacles as it continues to fall.

The graphics of this game have some unique style, and it is estimated that it can bluff a lot of new players.

But after all, it's just a fast food game, the gameplay is monotonous, and there is no connotation or thought.

It's not what I want either.

So much for.

As for what Dabai wants, he is still brewing every day.

He felt that if he could not come up with a perfect game idea and start working rashly, such a compromise would be a betrayal of his artistic ideals.

Dabai glanced at the alarm clock in front of the desk, [2:00]

Another day is almost over, and Dabai's ideal game idea is still difficult to deliver.

While most of the great artists suffer from procrastination as much as they do, it's not a good idea to keep it going.

Let's take a look at the last game of the day.

【KingdomRush】

This is a tower defense game, with the grid quality of a GBA slot game, building defense towers to attack incoming enemies.

I didn't expect the last game I encountered today to be a rare and well-made game.

Anyway, being idle now is idle, why don't you do some micro-innovation on the basis of it?

After all, artists also have to open their mouths to eat, and people can't just use feelings as dry food.

For such a thing, once you think about it, there is nothing to discuss when Dabai acts.

Dabai modified the game's interface on his computer.

【CastleRush】Big White Studio 2018

Perfect!

It's not too early, so let's stop here today.

Dabai turned off the lights, and the room was dark. He closed his eyes, but blinked a few more times, and all he saw was pitch black.

The time before going to bed is always the hardest. Does this mean that our big white people also have insomnia?

No! Only the weak who are empty in their hearts will lose sleep! Dabai just feels a little melancholy. Probably this melancholy temperament is also the price that must be borne in art.

Although there are no works that can be obtained for the time being, it may be too early to call yourself an artist.

But didn't Natsume Soseki say that a person who has a painting in his heart, even if he has never made a painting, is already a painter.

I guess that can be applied to me. He thought this, thought like this......

One sheep, two sheep, three sheep......

Forget it, let's not count.

For some people, counting sheep may be useful, but it won't work with Dabai.

Because every time Dabai hints to himself, "I can fall asleep when I count to the 999th", he will always be sad to find that he can really count this number in the end. This frustration only made it harder for him to fall asleep.

So now, when Da Bai can't sleep, he prefers to imagine that there is a villain in his head pushing a boulder, pushing it up and falling down, pushing it up and falling down.

It's like the happy life of those mediocre people, just like the absurd life of those mediocre people.

Don't worry about what will happen after the 999th push, because he knows that the 1000th push will be no different.

It has been said that the sorrowful have two reasons to be sad, either they have no knowledge or they have hope. That's how they are described in this way...... That's it...... Such...... Shape......

"Jingle bells—jingle bells—"

The alarm clock of the mobile phone is tirelessly urging, and the eyelids are constantly fluttering as if sealed by a spell, but they are always difficult to open.

He tried to open his eyes, maybe there was only one, but no matter what, he still managed to see the "6:00" displayed on the phone screen, and then decisively pressed the words "Remind later".

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Ouyang's eyes flashed, and he suddenly opened his eyes.

At this moment, the soul wandering outside finally returned to its own body. He is no longer Xiaoou, no longer Ah Yang, no longer Ah Mo, and no longer Dabai.

He is himself, Ouyang Weibai!

Ouyang squinted his eyes at the world and found that there were many countless lines in the world, which seemed to be ripples, and they seemed to be just simple lines.

These things obscured his vision in a disorganized manner, making it impossible for him to see his surroundings clearly.

He couldn't help but lower his head, wanting to look at himself, and then ......

"Bang!"

The huge impact sound almost deafened his ears, and Ouyang was knocked out by some huge force!