If you only have one year left in your life, what will you do with that year?
In the past, many TV stations may have done similar interview programs, preset such a question, and use it to ask all kinds of passers-by.
Different people will definitely have different answers, and the things they want to do are naturally varied, but because the future is uncontrollable, and no one will know how much life they have left, so those who are asked this question cannot really empathize, so no matter how wonderful the answer, most of them will also have a bit of an itch in their boots.
People always feel that death is far away from them, so they can tell others about the cruelty of how they squandered their remaining life as a joke.
But now, Yan Xiuze, who was sitting in the subway, was made a big joke by fate, and this question, which was regarded by others as a joke, was put in front of him bloodily at this time, so that he had to face it It turned out that themselves, most likely, remained, for a year lifespan too.
Yan Xiuze's first thought was his relatives, it was undoubtedly not lucky that his parents died and became orphans, when his parents died in an accident, the young Yan Xiuze was almost hit and couldn't stand up again, but now it seems that the death of his parents is a blessing for him now, although the two Gaotang died, they no longer have to bear the pain of Yan Xiuze's loss of their loved ones The white-haired person sending the black-haired person is probably a hundred times more cruel than the death of the elders.
In this way, Yan Xiuze's mood seemed to calm down a little, at least he didn't have much to worry about in this world.
But when he thought about it, he felt a little resentful, because he had been mediocre for more than 20 years, and had not yet made a name for himself in the world, he had died quietly for ten or twenty years, how many people would be able to remember him So the more he thought about it, the more unwilling he felt, and he actually diluted a little bit of the great fear between life and death.
The subway quickly stopped at the location of the terminal station, and after getting off the terminal, it was less than ten minutes' walk to the university where Yan Xiuze studied, and he couldn't remember how he walked back to the dormitory, but he only remembered the moment he opened the dormitory door, it was very cold.
"Why are you going when you're back" Xiao Mo stared at Yan Xiuze, who was lost and depressed, and said, "I don't plan to order takeout for lunch, I can order one for you."
Yan Xiuze made a bitter face, waved his hand weakly, just held his chin with one hand, and stared blankly at the laptop that was closed on his desk.
Xiao Mo couldn't see it clearly, so he simply stopped paying attention, and after ordering takeout, he hugged his notebook and watched the movie.
It's just that before the beginning of the movie was finished, I heard a lifeless voice from Yan Xiuze's side: "Fat Xiao, I want to tell you something very important." ” "What" "I'm dying."
"Oh."
Yan Xiuze narrowed his eyes and stared at Xiao Mo deadly: "Hey, did you hear what I just said clearly?"
"Hear clearly," Xiao Mo said lazily, "I'm dying of starvation, too."
"No, it's not.
The one I'm talking about is not the same as yours.
Yan Xiuze wiped a handful of non-existent cold sweat, and said: "I'm really dying of the kind of death that has a terminal illness."
"Then congratulations in advance on your escape from the sea of suffering and the bliss of rebirth" Xiao Mo obviously didn't take Yan Xiuze's words to heart: "I will even live tenaciously in this miserable world with your share." ” Yan Xiuze's forehead had already burst out with green tendons, but he seemed to suddenly think that he only had one year left to live, and then looking at Xiao Mo's carelessness at this time, thinking that if his old friend learned of his death a year later, he might also regret all kinds of jokes about himself today Thinking of this, he couldn't help but have red eyes, but he couldn't get angry anymore.
That night, Yan Xiuze didn't sleep all night, not because Xiao Mo's earth-shattering snoring on the bed opposite made him sleepless, four years of college life had already allowed him to practice the ability of selective deafness, the reason why he couldn't sleep was that he was thinking about how he should spend the last year of his life.
A night is long or short, and in the few hours he was thinking, the only thing Yan Xiuze did was to accept the fact that he only had one year left to live.
When it was almost eleven o'clock in the morning, Xiao Mo yawned and slowly sat up from the bed, and at first glance, he saw Yan Xiuze sitting upright with his eyes open on the opposite bed, and couldn't help but be startled: "Xiu Xiuze, your eyes" "What's wrong with my eyes" Yan Xiuze, who was staring at the two huge black circles under his eyes, stared straight at Xiao Mo and asked in a daze.
"Didn't you sleep well last night?"
Yan Xiuze complained in his heart when he didn't sleep at all, but when he saw Xiao Mo, he suddenly had a flash of inspiration, seemed to remember something, and almost jumped up from the bed: "Xiao Fat" Xiao Mo was startled and stammered: "What are you doing?"
"Didn't you say you wanted to share a room with me after graduation?"
"Is there such a thing, didn't you say that you would talk about it after you finished your studies?"
"Don't you still have to make games?"
"Well, I did say it seems."
"Don't you want me to help you write the script?"
"You didn't promise me."
"I promise you now" Yan Xiuze rubbed his dark circles and said viciously: "If we want to do it, we will make it bigger, and if we make a game, we must make the kind of phenomenal work that can go down in the history of games, punch assassin's creed, kick metal gear black soul old roll my world and crush it all" Schumer: "" "That's right" Yan Xiuze scratched his head: "How much money is your father going to invest in you to make a game?"
"One or two million," Xiao Mo said.
"One or two million" Yan Xiuze heard this number, his voice couldn't help but raise an octave, and he exclaimed: "One or two million is a 3A masterpiece that makes a fart, isn't your family rich and rivaling the country, and it's called Huazi?"
Xiao Mo had a bitter face and cried: "Do you think I don't want to take more money Huo Huo, I'm a college student who has just graduated, I have no ability, I want connections, it's not easy to get one or two million from my dad Lao Tzu originally planned to make a pixel-style text adventure game, and the rest of the money can be used by our brothers to spend all day and wine."
"Uncle Huayou" Yan Xiuze frowned, and said fiercely: "If you want to do it, you will do it seriously, and I will sell the house in the fifth ring and strive to make the game within a year."
"One year" Xiao Mo's eyes widened and muttered, "According to the kind of game you want to do, thank God you can cut out the trailer in a year":