Chapter 019 April 12th

Qin Chuan returned home, walked through the wooden door at the garden entrance, then walked through the front door, entered the house, and slowly walked up the piano-colored stairs.

Not long after the house was built, Qin Chuan, Qin Dashan and Meng Meili each contributed money, and Qin Mengmeng drew up the design drawings.

Everyone who comes to visit their home says that their house is beautifully decorated.

At this time they could only smile helplessly.

The money used to buy the house was the medical expenses that Qin Mengmeng returned after she reimbursed them.

Strictly speaking, the medical expenses for Qin Mengmeng's accident totaled about two million yuan, and their school reimbursed 50% of the money. When the final settlement was made, one million yuan was returned.

They took the one million and the money from selling the old house to buy a new house.

Qin Mengmeng woke up from the hospital bed and designed the drawings bit by bit.

Qin Chuan will never forget that day until his death.

Five years ago, on April 12th, it was a sunny and fresh spring day. It was a Wednesday, but there were no classes.

He even called her that day.

In the words of their mother Meng Meili, Qin Mengmeng is a very unique person, so unique that she is a little poisonous. She never takes the initiative to call home on weekdays.

Of course, she would never take the initiative to call outsiders.

But she still sends messages to her family occasionally, so, in general, she is better to her family than to outsiders.

Qin Chuan privately thought that this was because she had been a good student since childhood and had been pampered and worshipped by the people around her, which led her to develop such a habit. In fact, she was still very gentle and loving in her heart.

Although he had just called, Qin Mengmeng said, "What are you doing? If you have something to say, please tell me. If not, I will hang up. I am working on the picture."

When he was a child, his parents were working outside. Qin Chuan played in the mud at home while Qin Mengmeng sat beside them reading a book.

Then she told Qin Chuan that the book said that when making a phone call, it is social etiquette to wait for the other person to hang up first.

At that time, there was not even a telephone at home.

Qin Chuan remembered this incident, but later everyone had a cell phone, but Qin Mengmeng forgot about it and she always hung up the phone first.

"I..." Qin Chuan sat on a bench under the dormitory building and said happily, "I'm going to get rich!"

"Hey?" Qin Mengmeng's voice became clearer.

Qin Chuan and she grew up together, and they are too familiar with each other. There is no need to imagine, you can see her putting down the drawings in her hand, picking up the phone, and listening to him carefully.

When they were in junior high school, when they came home from school and there was no one at home, Qin Mengmeng would sit aside and read books, novels, comics, picture albums, all kinds of books.

Qin Chuan said: "Can you help me put this puzzle together?"

She just turned a deaf ear to what was happening outside the window, as if she didn't hear anything.

But if Qin Chuan said, "There's a new snack bar nearby."

She would put down the book, turn around and listen to him intently.

"Get rich?" Qin Mengmeng's voice came from beside her ear, "How to get rich? Where did you hear that? Don't tell me it's fake orders or WeChat business or something like that..."

Qin Chuan said unhappily: "Even I know those things are lies."

"It's like this." He calmed himself down, sorted out the whole thing, and then explained it slowly.

"I made a small game as part of a group assignment during my Java course."

"A little game?"

"It's a very small game, probably like FarmVille, Candy Crush, Tetris, and Spider Solitaire. It's far from Plants vs. Zombies because it's just an after-school group assignment," said Qin Chuan.

"Well... then what?" she asked.

"But after we finished it, we found that the game played pretty well, so someone said, 'Since the game is ready, why not send it out to others to play?'"

"We all thought this was a great idea, but since we didn't have a version number, we just sent the installation package to the students in the dormitory and asked them to try it out. Then another person, a famous rich second-generation in the school, came along."

"He said he would help us get the license, but we had to give him 20% of the profits."

"Then we wrote a contract. Since I wrote most of the game code, if there was any profit, I would take 30%, and the remaining five people would each take 10%."

On the other end of the phone, Qin Mengmeng said in surprise: "So, if six people wrote the game, you got 30% and the other five got 10% each, and they can accept that, then doesn't that mean you wrote all the code?"

"That's about it." Qin Chuan said, "Anyway, when we were signing the contract, Wang Yunong, the rich second-generation who got the game license, said that we had to make it more formal. So we signed the contract, but no one took it seriously."

Naturally, there are many legends in the computer industry about people who relied on an idea on campus to develop a website, app, or something like that and achieved success overnight.

But Qin Chuan knew his own limitations and he knew that the little thing he wrote was not like that at all.

Besides, times have long since changed.

The early and late stages of industry development are completely different, and now there are a vast number of small games on the market.

He judged that there was absolutely no way he could make money from that little game.

"I didn't expect that after the game was released, there were 200,000 people online in the first month, and the recharge amount was 2 million. I got 30%, which is - 600,000! Our family has become rich!"

"Ah... that's good."

Thinking about it now, it seemed a little vague when she spoke.

But he didn't notice it at all at that time.

Qin Chuan walked up to the second floor and came to the door of Qin Mengmeng's bedroom. It was a pure white wooden door with a small wooden sign hanging on it that read "The bird is not at home" and a small empty bird's nest was painted on the back.

It was bought by Meng Meili. If you turn it over, you will see another side on the back of the wooden sign. It says "Little Bird is Back Home" and has a picture of a cute bird sitting in a nest and smiling at the visitor.

This sign is both a decoration and a reminder.

He turned the door lock, but it didn't move. It was locked and needed a key to open it.

Qin Chuan had expected this.

He went to his room, took out the key that had been prepared long ago from the drawer under the desk, opened Qin Mengmeng's bedroom door, and then turned the sign over with an expressionless face.

The little bird in the nest sat upright and said to Qin Chuan: I'm going home.

Really cute.

What happened later that day?

Qin Chuan later informed his parents about this matter, and then happily ran several laps on the playground while listening to songs to release his energy and calm his mood.

Then he went back to the dormitory, saw a supermarket on the way, and went in to buy two watermelons.

Not only did he not check the scale, he didn't even look at the price tag. He spent 150 yuan on two watermelons.

Under normal circumstances, he would definitely feel like he was being taken advantage of.

But this was not an ordinary time, so he bought two watermelons for 150 yuan and returned to the dormitory to cut them for his roommates to eat.

His roommates knew why he was so happy, and they ate until their bellies were full, and then they asked him to treat them.

Qin Chuan half-lying on the chair, with his feet up and kicking the table, said arrogantly and proudly: "I'll treat you to a buffet worth 2,000 yuan per meal!"

That was probably the happiest moment in his life.

He felt that he had mediocre abilities and there was no chance of him becoming successful in this life, so he thought it was good enough if he could support himself in the future.

Who would have thought that one day I would be so lucky.

The game was so popular for no apparent reason, it was almost as if good fortune really existed in life.

Maybe this is the magic of the Internet.

Andy Warhol said that on the Internet, everyone has their fifteen minutes.

This little game may have just gotten its fifteen minutes.

Qin Chuan enjoyed the cheers around him.

Close your eyes in intoxication.

——He sat at Qin Mengmeng’s desk, turned on her computer, and pulled up her browsing history.

At this moment, a piece of paper neatly folded into a square next to the computer caught his attention.

His eyes moved back and forth between the computer and the square paper.

Finally he picked up the paper.

Expand.

Two words: clean, simple and neat.

Suicide note.

——Qin Chuan was very proud, and amid the cheers, he suddenly felt a sharp pain spread throughout his body, as if all the bones in his body were crushed into a pool of mud.

He fell heavily from his chair.

The roommates stopped cheering and they quickly gathered around and helped Qin Chuan up.

"What's wrong?"

Qin Chuan staggered to his feet, cold sweat running down his body. His roommates checked him hastily but did not find any wounds.

He understood immediately.

Something happened to Qin Mengmeng.

They are twins.

When she was happy, he would be happy too.

When she was in pain, he was in pain too.

——He felt that he could hardly recognize how to write Chinese characters.

Why does the word "书" have two horizontal lines?

"I have two bank cards in my drawer. The one with the last number 2345 has the password of my father's birthday, and the one with the last number 9804 has the password of my mother's birthday."

Qin Chuan read it over and over again before he could clearly see what was written in these two short lines.

He turned the paper over and saw nothing on the back.

Look at the front again, there is still nothing on it.

Nothing.

Why did she die? Who made her unhappy? Why did she write a suicide note? Nothing.

He thought vaguely that his mother was right.

She is that kind of unique and poisonous person. She has no one in her heart and she doesn't care about anyone.

Why does the word "行" have two horizontal lines?

Isn’t this too strange?