Years of ignorance of wine and dipped lips

Chapter 109 Epilogue

On a certain weekend in the winter of 2022, Xue Zhen, who had just graduated, went to work overtime as usual. The outsourcing company he worked for just took over a job not long ago. As a low-level game modeler, he was naturally the target of being squeezed.

Someone in the office came earlier than him. It was a colleague who had already had a second child. He had been on the job for eight years, and he had been rolling for eight years. The eyes behind the lenses were numb and tired. Xue Zhen always felt that it was on him. Seeing his future self, he couldn't help but feel a chill.

When it was over, he comforted himself that he wanted to open something, what if he worked overtime and died suddenly before that day?

Just thinking about this, the computer that I forgot to turn off last night turned on, and a news about a speeding car accident of a deliveryman popped up in the lower right corner of the browser. In the photos of the scene, only a collapsed electric car and the surrounding policemen can be seen.

There was no blood on the ground, indicating that there should be no danger to life, but the rider's helmet fell into the green belt a full hundred meters away, and it is conceivable that the serious injuries were hidden under the flesh.

Xue Zhen closed the window.

Under the epidemic, economic construction has been hindered, and it is not easy for all walks of life.

The two greeted each other casually, and started to go about their own business. The noisy air conditioner broke down and no one came to fix it, so the click of the mouse became the only sound in the room.

The time quietly came to the afternoon, and the colleague finished the work first, and his wife and children were waiting for him downstairs, and the few of them were chatting about today's interesting things.

Xue Zhen was a little annoyed when he heard that. His work efficiency was a bit low today. He wanted to edit the material of the character's clothes, but suddenly he forgot what the shortcut key was, and he was too cold to put his other hand out of his pocket to search for Baidu.

However, the clearance clothing store downstairs played an old song with a sense of time: a snow in 2002.

My colleague’s second child has just entered elementary school, so they are really curious. When they heard the second line of the lyrics, they immediately asked curiously: “Dad! How could the No. [-] car be parked on the eighth floor? It can’t fly. "

His father replied truthfully: "Because the eighth floor is the name of the bus station, the eighth floor station."

The child didn't quite believe it. After thinking about it, he said innocently and romantically, "Could it be that the title of the song is wrong? The bus in 3002 must be able to fly."

Xue Zhen was taken aback, and remembered that the shortcut key for editing materials was the same as copying, which was Ctrl+C. After pressing it, 3DMAX was stuck on an unresponsive page.

He more or less resigned to his fate, let go of the mouse, and ordered a roast duck rice for his hungry stomach.

While waiting, he opened the WeChat group. Several college roommates are online. After all, everyone is engaged in the game-related industry. During the time of fishing at work, scolding the boss and saying hello to everyone's bright future is one of the few. So much fun.

When talking about the hot VR technology in recent years, the topic naturally transitioned to holographic games derived from this technology.

Xue Zhen scoffed at this, not believing that holographic games could really be realized.

The 21st century is a somewhat special era. On the one hand, new words such as metaverse and artificial intelligence are attracting wildly, and on the other hand, they are only in the initial stage, or even just a theoretical concept. People are very impetuous.

As my colleague's youngest son said, people in the past also imagined that buses would fly in the future, but in the end only a means of transportation called an airplane appeared.

Instead of fantasizing about an unpredictable future, it is better to be vigilant against the biochemical warfare that may have quietly started among major powers.

He felt that this topic could be skipped directly, but the rest of the people were still very interested, and even talked about the structure of the game world view.

I don't know who started it first, and asked, "Xue Zhen, did you write a novel on the Internet a few years ago?"

"It's a fantasy text, what's the name... into a dream?"

Xue Zhen said indifferently: "Yes, but no one read it, and half of it was cut by the editor."

The rest of the people chattered again.

"The name is not attractive."

"I've seen it. The male lead has the same name as Xue Zhen. It's such a dark history, hahaha."

"When you said that, I remembered it too. At the beginning, the plot was normal, that is, the male lead picked up the female lead when he was a child. It's just for fun. Who wouldn't like loli?"

"Why did it go wrong again?"

"Later, the heroine directly changed her gender and became a man. A lot of people scolded in the comment area, saying that the author's copywriting was fraudulent, and even changed Yanshi's settings, disrespecting traditional culture."

"This is too shocking. Being scolded is not wronged. It really means revenge against the society."

Xue Zhen quietly looked at the chat records that were quickly swiped up, without saying a word, and his roommates were right to complain. When he was writing "Dream", he happened to be awakening his own sexuality, and coming out was not smooth. It can even be said that It was tragic, severed all ties with the family, and under all kinds of distress, he used the novel as a vent. Thinking about it, it was indeed a very irresponsible behavior. Xue Zhen was also very guilty, so he cut down a lot of "heroine" The role has become like a supporting role.

However, it's just a novel, and the paper man can't protest.

He logged out of the WeChat page and looked at the time again, only to realize that more than half an hour had passed before he knew it, and the takeaway had been overdue for a few minutes, but there was still no movement on the phone, riders wearing yellow and blue helmets were coming and going, No one stopped in front of the building.

Xue Zhen even wondered if the roasted duck was still alive.

Another quarter of an hour passed, his stomach acid surged up, and he felt a little uncomfortable. When he was thinking about whether to use instant noodles to cushion his stomach, the rider finally called, his tone very cautious. "I'm sorry, the road is too congested to keep you waiting. I'll be at your company right away."

Xue Zhen didn't like talking to strangers, so she hummed a few words casually, and was about to hang up, but the other party said to wait.

"Is there anything else?" Xue Zhen was a little impatient, "I won't give you a bad review."

In fact, Xue Zhen didn't bother to write a takeaway review at all. He knew that a bad review would make the rider pay for it. He obviously didn't say anything serious on the phone, but the other party suspected that he would give a bad review backhand. It was a cautious guess.

"No, you misunderstood. I want to say that the road is a bit bumpy and the dishes are spilled badly, which may affect your meal. Do you want to refund the order? The money will be refunded in full."

Xue Zhen was silent for two seconds, then remembered the car accident news again, out of sympathy, he softened his tone and said, "It's okay, I won't retire, just send it over."

Five minutes later, there was a knock on the door. Outside the door was a boy who looked very sunny, like a college student. He blushed when he saw him.

Xue Zhen felt that this person's appearance was very in line with his own aesthetics, but at the same time regretted that his sympathy was misplaced.

He asked, "Is it a part-time job?"

"No, it's an assignment for the social practice class. It needs some field experience, so..." The boy was very shy, couldn't say a few words, and began to apologize again, "I'm really sorry, the dishes have been spilled like this."

Xue Zhen glanced at the horrendous takeaway box, and it was indeed uneatable as the little rider said.

But he didn't mean that, he didn't pick up the takeaway box, but raised his mobile phone and said, "You should fill out the questionnaire for your practical homework, add a WeChat?"

The little rider was flattered, and then insisted on asking, "Then what are you having for dinner tonight?"

"Instant noodles."

"That's it..." The little rider patted his head, and took out an instant noodle artifact that looked like a duck from his bag. "Then you can use this, I carved it myself."

Xue Zhen had black hair, and concluded that this child is a second-rate person. Facing such obvious hints from him, a normal person would say stop eating instant noodles and I'll treat you to dinner, right?

"I do not need this."

He wanted to return the duck to the little rider, but the rider had already gone downstairs on his long legs, and said to him from a distance on his electric scooter, "It's not a duck! It's a jade bird!"

The person just left without even adding WeChat.

Xue Zhen was a little lost looking at the wood carving. He slowly lowered his head and looked at the phone.

Unexpectedly, the rider's name was the same as the "heroine" in his original novel, Qin Yuyu.

The clothing store downstairs is still playing the first snow in 2002 on a loop. My colleague and his son have left long ago, but the 3002 imaginary they left behind has once again come to Xue Zhen's mind.

After a long time, he showed a slight smile, carefully put the wood carving into his pocket, and returned to the computer.

All encounters are reunions.

Perhaps one day in the future, he will always return the jade bird to his master.