Chapter 265

Many of the problems are emotional intelligence, but in the final analysis, it is still a matter of experience.

It's like playing a game.

Talent may be part of the reason why the great God of technical force is so powerful, which determines the upper limit of height. But whether we can reach the personal bottleneck or not depends on the accumulated experience of repeated operation.

It's just like the old man in the Chinese textbook who pours oil into the eyes of the copper coin. He has nothing but his hands.

Having said so much, Hao Yun didn't want to defend himself. He just felt some emotion in his heart.

If you didn't play so many games in your last life, just take the wasted time and talk about a few girlfriends. In this way, if you meet someone you like in your life, you won't be able to see them in pairs, so you don't know where to start.

Is this the reason why he didn't run into the peach blossom luck after using that peach blossom card for so long?

Hot pot shop.

The waiter brought up the bottom of the hot pot.

Because Xuejie couldn't eat spicy food, and Hao Yun himself was the kind who didn't like spicy food, so they ordered Yuanyang pot.

Seeing that he stole a quail egg from the spicy pot, rinsed the water and threw it into his mouth, Hao Yun was still the hot lipped and tearful student sister. He reluctantly asked the waiter for a cup of warm water and handed it to him.

"More water will be better."

"Cough, thank you, thank you."

Red face took the cup, sipped a small mouthful of Lin Mengmeng staring at the clear water in the cup for a while, suddenly said.

"Say, can you play your own game?"

"Basically, I can play. What's the matter?"

"Nothing."

The coy expression obviously didn't look like nothing.

Just when Hao Yun hesitates whether he wants to ask, Lin Mengmeng suddenly seems to have made up his mind. He looks at him and asks seriously.

"Then you finally chose Xiaoxue or yu'er."

Hao Yun

What's the problem?

When playing tianzhihen, Hao Yun remembered correctly that he was only in junior high school, and he played in the computer class of junior high school, and the version he played was not the quasi-3a masterpiece of Yunmeng game.

If I remember correctly, I seemed to have two endings at that time.

After struggling for a while, Hao Yun replied helplessly.

"... isn't it common sense to go through customs twice for this kind of game with two endings?"

Obviously did not ask the answer that he wanted to ask, Lin Mengmeng asked.

"Let me ask you another question. Which do you prefer, Xiaoxue or yu'er?"

Which one you prefer is OK.

To be honest, Hao Yun's impression of these two characters has faded over time. He really can't tell which one he likes better.

Seeing that Hao Yun hadn't answered himself for a long time, Lin Mengmeng poked the fish tofu in the bowl with chopsticks, turned his lower lip and said sullenly.

"Forget it, I still don't ask, you men must be a virtue, eating bowl looking at pot, two want."

Hao Yun

That's a good thing

Who's special? Playing a game brings reality!

There are four dog men in love with the producer, but the game of girl b is not the same. But there is a saying that at that time, when he was young and ignorant, he really thought that if only the perfect ending existed.

Looking at Lin Mengmeng pursing his lips there, Hao Yun thought about it, sighed and said.

"Actually, I don't want all of them. It's just that those two characters correspond to two kinds of unexplained regrets

"Sorry?"

Hao Yun sighed and said.

"Well, one is like the white moonlight in front of the window, and the other is like the cinnabar mole between the eyebrows. No matter who you choose in the end, there will be regrets."

"But I'm ok. After all, I made the game."

"I had seen the complete script long before it was put on the shelves, and the ending was expected..."

……

After dinner.

Hao Yun first sent her back to her dorm, and then walked back to her male dorm alone, thinking about something on her mind.

Previously, when he talked about white moonlight and cinnabar mole, a familiar and strange melody was vaguely in his mind. However, no matter how he recalled it, he could not recall the specific things.

This kind of touch, which is neither visual sense nor inspiration, appears more and more frequently after his talent level reaches mastery.

It's like the lock with the memory is loose

Aware of this, Hao Yun's heart is certainly very excited.

Now he has made such amazing achievements and wealth just by relying on the memory fragments he got from the system. If he can recall the memory of his previous life completely and cooperate with the talent reward given by the system, wouldn't he be invincible?

Back to the bedroom.

Hao Yun, who closes the door, picks up the remote control and turns on the air conditioner.

Just at this time, he suddenly noticed that the bed of Ziyuan brothers next door had been made, and there was a guitar and an open suitcase beside the chair.

"Did you come back in the afternoon?"

If you remember correctly, it's still empty at noon.

Thinking that he was idle and bored anyway, Hao Yun picked up the guitar, which was leaning against the chair, and put it on his knee to adjust the bottom chord.

Such as fragments scattered memory, instantly through the layer of opaque fog.

Almost subconsciously, he gently plucked the strings, hummed the familiar tune, and the familiar but incompletely remembered lyrics.

"The old ballad..."

"All around the fingertips."

"The beauty you can't get,"

"Always scratching in my heart..."

The sound of the guitar flows with the song, just like a clear spring through a crack in the stone.

However, what can be recalled by Hao Yun is only such a small section.

The memory covered with a layer of gauze is like an air dried sponge. No matter how hard he tries to squeeze, he can't squeeze out any more. Even the memory of this small paragraph, let him have a feeling of being hollowed out.

"Behind... How did you sing?"

Some of them shook their heads, and Hao Yun finally stopped playing with the string. He can't remember the melody and lyrics any more.

However, for him, it is not nothing.

Can think of a point, at least that the blockade of memory is not absolute.

With more and more attribute points accumulated, sooner or later the shackles imposed on memory will loosen to the extent that they can be pried off. I can't say that one day I will remember all the things in my last life.

Put down the guitar.

However, just at this time, Hao Yun suddenly noticed that the door of the dormitory had opened. After dinner, the Ziyuan brothers were standing at the door, with obvious surprise and accident on their faces.

And that line of sight to go up, Hao Yun embarrassed ground laughed to smile, dry cough voice said.

"I'm sorry. I'm not good at your stuff."

"It's OK," Liang Ziyuan shook his head and stared at Hao Yun for a long time. Suddenly he said coldly, "there's something I've always wanted to ask you."

Confused by this serious expression, Hao Yun swallowed his saliva and asked.

"What's the matter?"

Ziyuan brothers look serious.

"In fact, you just don't know where you are... Right?"