"It's a game." Ishikawa nodded firmly.
"So, those legendary web games where you top up to buy combat power, get equipment, and climb rankings, do those count as games?"
Ishikawa hesitated: "This... counts?"
"Well, they're also games," Chen Ya said. "After playing these two games, which one do you think is more fun?"
"..." Ishikawa thought for a while and said, "Probably, it's the former."
"In legendary games, as long as you have money, you can buy everything, crush others in the game, and enjoy the thrill of life and death," Chen Ya said. "But the pleasure it provides, in the end, is just emptiness."
"You should know the donut theory, right? As you play a game deeper, you're bound to end up empty-handed. You'll find that when you study any game to its ultimate limit, all that's left is emptiness.
"The ultimate game is the game with friends, the game of bonding with people, the game of exploring each other's hearts and souls."
After saying that, Chen Ya stood up and patted Ishikawa Dong on the shoulder.
"Do it well. Do as much as you can tonight. I'll rest here until you're done."
Chen Ya left, but Ishikawa Dong stayed where he was.
What he just said is still fresh in my mind and is deafening.
"The real game is friends..."
As a student from Yuzhou who worked hard to get into Peking University, playing games with friends has become a memory for him from a very, very long time ago.
When Chen Ya mentioned it this time, he suddenly realized one thing - he hadn't played with his friends for a long time.
And in the foreseeable future, he won't have many opportunities to play with friends.
In the future, he needs to work hard and make money. If the business he and Brother Ya do together is not successful, he must work hard to get the GPA to stay in graduate school.
Only by living such a hard life can he stay in the capital, buy a house, a car, get married, and get his life on the right track.
In his life plan, he has never seriously pursued "playing games with friends" as one of his goals.
Thinking of this, why doesn’t one feel sad?
When a big white floats.
Etc. G
Ishikawa Dong came back to his senses and turned to look at Chen Ya who was drinking water over there:
"Brother Ya, what does what you said have to do with this game?"
Chen Ya shook his hands and ignored him.
…
At night, the screen emits a blue light, and Ishikawa Don's fingers rush across the keyboard. The white edges of the dark sky outside the window caused by city light pollution gradually fade away, revealing a sky full of stars. Ishikawa Don pushes the keyboard forward and stretches his legs.
"Done, Brother Ya."
Chen Ya didn't respond. He was wearing headphones, shaking his legs while operating something on the computer.
Ishikawa stood up and walked over, only to find that FLstodio, an entry-level music arrangement software, was open on Chen Ya's computer screen. A complete music project was already placed on Chen Ya's interface.
"Brother Ya..."
Chen Ya turned around and saw Ishikawa Dong: "Just in time, come and listen."
He handed him the headphones, and immediately his ears started ringing.
Ishikawa Don couldn't help but start shaking his legs.
"This is the BGM of the game." Chen Ya said.
Ishikawa Dong's eyes widened: "Brother Ya, this song... was written by you just now?"
"Um."
“Can you write songs?”
"...Yeah." Chen Ya stood up and stretched, as if he had asked a question that was not worth mentioning.
"What time is it?" he suddenly turned around and asked.
"2 o'clock." Ishikawa Don glanced at his phone.
"Oh no," Chen Ya suddenly had a terrible idea, "I need to go back."
Ishikawa Dong looked at Chen Ya with a little resentment in his eyes: "Didn't you say you would sleep here today?"
"I won't sleep here today. I suddenly remembered something." Chen Ya said.
"I've even decided where to put my bed..."
Chen Ya walked away under Ishikawa Dong's resentful eyes. In fact, Ishikawa Dong had prepared several topics for the joint night talk with Chen Ya.
As he jogged with his heart rate counter on, the thought kept expanding in Chen Ya's mind, even making him a little panicked.
But the idea was so absurd that he began to doubt himself, wondering if it was an exaggeration to run back for such an extremely low possibility.
It took about ten minutes to walk home. Chen Ya went up the stairs in small steps and stomped his feet to turn on the voice-controlled light. He felt relieved when he saw the empty door.
"I think so, it shouldn't happen..."
He shook his head in self-mockery and took out the key from his pocket. Suddenly, a sound like that of a small animal came from behind him.
"Gu..."
Chen Ya turned around stiffly, only to see a figure wrapped in a white coat, with his head nodding like a chicken pecking at rice, squatting on the steps at the entrance of the stairs behind him. He looked shaky.
Lu Aiai sat there, not knowing how long she had been waiting.
Chen Ya touched his forehead.
He didn't want to touch his own head, he wanted to open Lu Ai'ai's head and ask inside: "Are you okay?"
Eat Liuliumei when you have nothing to do.
Whatever you fear will come true.
Just now at the company, he suddenly remembered that he and Lu Aiai were getting along well and he wanted to borrow her tennis court to play tennis today. Lu Aiai also agreed to take her to check for concussion in the evening.
But because he had played tennis with Gu Yuqing today, and Lu Aiai didn't seem to have a concussion, he didn't take it seriously.
After I finished writing the song, I suddenly thought, with Lu Aiai's silly personality, she wouldn't run to my house to wait for me, right?
After all, she doesn't have her own contact information.
Unexpectedly, she actually came running over.
"You..."
Walking up to Lu Aiai, Chen Ya hesitated to speak. Finally, he half-knelt down with his hands on his knees, looked at Lu Aiai and said, "How long have you been waiting here?"
"I don't know. I wrote a prescription for over 2,000..."
Lu Aiai's little face looked dark, with dark circles under her eyes, and she looked like she was about to faint.
Although he didn't understand what the prescription price was over two thousand, Chen Ya guessed that he must have been waiting for a long time.
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