Chapter 1

Fang zhe doesn't lack any of these things: fantasy, dream, ideal and goal.

After drifting North for seven years, Fang zhe finally achieved his small goal and became a producer of a small game company. He is still one step away from his next goal to make a successful game. He may be one hundred and eight thousand miles away from his ideal game company and dream of making holographic games.

At 23:29 PM, Fang zhe was driving home at an intersection of Yanjing North Third Ring East Road.

He took a deep breath and rubbed his sleepy eyes. Fang zhe quietly looked at the red light at the intersection because of the rain.

The heavy rain knocked on the roof, making a Ding Dong sound.

"When the game is officially launched tomorrow, we have to change this old car." Fang zhe listens to the voice of the roof, and his heart is a little upset. Before that, Fang zhe worked overtime every day until the early morning, but he is still full. Now everything is ready, but his heart is a little empty.

Fang zhe was thinking in his heart. Although the sealed test data of the game developed by him was good, there were always some worries wandering in his heart before it was officially launched.

When the green light came on, Fang zhe stepped on the accelerator and didn't find it at all. A full muck truck at the right corner rushed to the intersection without slowing down at all.

Bang.

The rapidly approaching muck truck directly stopped at the waist and hit Fang Zhe's car.

Fang zhe felt as if he was flying. The orange car tail lights on the road in the distance were a little fuzzy, and the rain on the broken cobweb car glass was so real.

Fang Zhe's consciousness slowly disappeared, and the blood flowed out of the corners of the deformed car, mixed with the rain, and slowly flowed to the roadside sewer.

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At 14:28 p.m. on May 19, 2008, the harsh air defense alarm sounded throughout the campus of Anyang University of technology, Anhe province. On the playground, tens of thousands of teachers and students observed a collective silence in memory of those compatriots killed in the Wenchuan earthquake.

At this moment, Fang Zhe, standing in the queue of junior students, has a complicated mood.

"I didn't expect that the plot in the novel and film would happen to me. I went through a car accident."

When the air defense alarm ended, the leader spoke, and even the queue dissolved, Fang zhe still stood there foolishly. Everything in front of him was real and familiar. What had happened in his mind, but he didn't know whether it was a story, a dream, or his previous life?

"Ah Zhe, break up, let's go." a fat man in a white T-shirt and blue jeans came to Fang Zhe and shouted.

Fang zhe calmed down and looked at the young man who had played with him since childhood. His name was Wang Kai. Because he had been fat since childhood, he had the nickname of fat man. Compared with Fang Zhe's impression a few years later, he was thinner, his skin color was whiter, and full of young people's vitality and openness.

Fang zhe caught up and patted the fat man's shoulder with his hand. The meat was Dudu and cool. Everything was so real.

The fat man turned his head and looked at him suspiciously. Fang zhe looked numb and stared at the ground in a daze.

"What's the matter, ah zhe?"

"You say people die, will they cross?"

"Crossing?"

The fat man stopped to look at Fang Zhe and was somewhat confused by his question. This is no logic. He has read many novels, but he looked dignified and did not seem to be joking, so he estimated and said:

"It may cross. If there is a soul, I hope those dead compatriots can cross the world they want to go to."

"Soul"

There were only a few scattered people on the playground. Fang zhe looked up at the blue sky and slowly calmed his heart. Many dusty memories emerged in the depths of his mind.

After a while, Fang zhe said slowly:

"Let's go!"

Under the scorching sun, two figures, one before and one after, one fat and one thin, slowly disappeared on the playground.

This day is an extraordinary day for most Chinese people, especially for Fang Zhe.

In the afternoon class, Fang zhe didn't listen to a word. He looked at the familiar campus, classrooms, students and teachers, even the clothes he wore and the Nokia in his pocket. Everything was like watching a movie in the depths of his memory.

Even Fang zhe doesn't know which is true, or the concepts in science fiction movies such as parallel world, time travel and so on really exist.

One afternoon, Fang zhe was in a mess and thought of many things, from previous life to this life, from relatives to friends to colleagues, and so on.

After class in the afternoon, Fang zhe returned to his bedroom and found the straight button Nokia mobile phone in his pocket. Fang zhe ignored his emotion and gingerly dialed a familiar number.

"Hey, Dad"

A familiar voice came from the phone, which relieved Fang Zhe. The previous entanglement also became magnanimous after hearing the familiar voice.

After chatting with his father for a while, Fang zhe relaxed a lot. Maybe his parents in previous lives are hurting because of their car accident, but now, the father at the other end of the phone, just like the scene in his memory, asks if he is short of money again, don't save money, when to go home, and so on.

It seems that everything is familiar to him. He returned to college because of the car accident. It's just that which life is his real life. Even his parents, friends and classmates around him, Fang zhe felt a headache because of these problems.

After hanging up the phone, Fang zhe fell into bed and had a sullen sleep. Other roommates in the dormitory went out. They had met in the classroom in the afternoon. Fang zhe looked like he hadn't seen each other in his eighth life, which depressed several of his friends in the dormitory. After graduating from his previous life, Fang zhe went to Yanjing. Several friends in the dormitory didn't stay in Anyang, and even two didn't see each other after graduation.

When he woke up, Fang zhe felt a lot sober, and those complex things were buried deep in his heart. If possible, he must study it in the future.

But now, living in the present, God has given himself a chance to be reborn. This is the rhythm of making himself the protagonist. As for the system golden finger, Fang zhe checked for a long time and found no change.

However, when Fang zhe came back, he felt that he had become a hairy boy at this age. Even though several roommates were several years younger than himself in theory, he didn't feel that estrangement.

After dinner in the evening, Fang zhe went to the library with several roommates for self-study. It's not that they are eager to learn, but today's atmosphere. It's really inappropriate to go out to play. Moreover, there will be a final exam in another month. It's not a good thing to fail in college.

In 2008, several major events took place in China and even the world, including the snow disaster in the south, the Wenchuan earthquake, the Beijing Olympic Games and the financial crisis.

The first two things have happened, and Fang Zhe is unable to change. The last two things, the Beijing Olympic Games, are good. The financial crisis, although not a good thing, Fang zhe didn't want to stop it. He really doesn't have that ability, and it seems to have nothing to do with ordinary people like Fang Zhe.

For reserve programmers like Fang Zhe and fat man who are destined to be it otaku after graduation, those things about the Internet are big things.

From the emergence of iPhone and Android, the development of smart phones has opened the curtain of mobile Internet. Names and events such as Xiaomi, Huawei, microblog, wechat, cloud computing, hero alliance, King glory, eating chicken, 3G, 4G, o2o, etc. flashed in Fang's brain like a slide.

Fang zhe sat in the quiet library, trying to recall what happened in the next few years, and thinking about how he could seize the opportunity and achieve himself from this mobile Internet reform. Of course, in the eyes of Fang Zhe, achievement is equal to making money.