An Expert Is actually By My Side

　　Many problems are said to be emotional intelligence, but in the final analysis it is still a problem of experience.

　　 is like playing a game.

　　The reason for the great skill of the great **** is that talent may be part of it, which determines the upper limit of the height. But whether you can reach the personal bottleneck, after all, you have to rely on the accumulated experience of repeated operations to achieve.

　　 is like the old man in the Chinese textbook who pours oil into the eyes of the coins, without him, only familiar with his hands.

　　 Having said so much, Hao Yun didn't want to defend himself, but he was somewhat emotional.

　　 If I didn’t play so many games in my previous life, I would just take the time that was wasted and talk to a few more girlfriends. In this way, if you encounter someone you like in this life, you won't have to look at each other, and you don't know where to start.

　　 Is this the reason why he used that peach blossom card and didn't hit the peach blossom luck for so long?

　　 in the hot pot restaurant.

　　 The waiter brought up the bottom of the hot pot.

　　Because the senior sister can't eat spicy, and Hao Yun himself is the kind of non-spicy unpleasant, so the two ordered the Yuanyang pot.

Seeing that a quail egg was secretly stolen from the hot pot and rinsed with water and thrown into her mouth, it turned out that her lips were red and her eyes were teary. Hao Yun looked helplessly and asked the waiter for a glass of warm water. Past.

　　 "Drink more water will be better."

　　 "Ahem, thanks, thank you."

　　 Blushing and receiving the glass, Lin Mengmeng took a sip and stared at the clear water in the glass for a while, then suddenly spoke.

　　 "Speaking of which, would you play a game you made?"

　　 "Basically I can play, what's wrong?"

"It's nothing."

　　The embarrassing expression, obviously doesn't look like nothing.

　　 Just when Hao Yun hesitated to ask him or not, Lin Mengmeng suddenly seemed to have made up some kind of determination, and looked at him and asked seriously.

　　 "Then you finally chose Xiaoxue or Yuer."

　　 Hao Yun: "……"

　　 What is this problem?

　　 When Hao Yun played Tian Zhihen, if he remembered correctly, he seemed to have only been in junior high school, and he was still playing in the junior high school computer class. The version he played was not the quasi 3A masterpiece from Yunmeng Games.

　　 If I remember correctly, I seemed to have hit both endings at the time.

　　 Tangled for a while, Hao Yun replied helplessly.

　　 "...Isn't it common sense to clear the level twice in this double ending game?"

　　 Apparently he didn't ask the answer he wanted to ask, Lin Mengmeng asked in a hurry.

　　 "Then let me ask you another way, Xiaoxue or Yuer, which one do you prefer?"

　　 Which one do you like better?

　　 To be honest, Hao Yun's impression of these two characters has faded over time. If he wants to say which one he prefers, he really can't compare.

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

　　 "Forget it, I still don't ask, you men are definitely a virtue, eating a bowl and looking at the pot, you want both."

　　 Hao Yun: "……"

　　 What this said...

　　Who special, play a game and bring it into reality!

　　 Love and the producer’s players have four dog men per capita, and Otome’s game is not the same. But there is one thing to say, when he cleared Tianzhihen, the young and ignorant he did think about it, if the perfect ending existed.

　　 Looking at Lin Mengmeng who was pouting there, Hao Yun thought for a while and sighed and said.

　　 "Actually, I don't want all of them. The reason for being tangled, hesitating, and feeling distressed is that the two characters correspond to two kinds of unsolvable regrets."

　　 "I regret?"

　　 Hao Yun sighed and said.

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

　　 "But I'm fine, after all, I did the game."

　　 "I have read the complete script long before it was put on the shelves, and the ending was already expected..."

　　……

　　 After dinner.

　　 Hao Yun first sent the senior sister back to the dormitory, and then walked back to the man’s dormitory alone, thinking about some thoughts as he walked.

　　 When talking about Bai Yueguang and cinnabar mole earlier, a familiar and unfamiliar melody circulated vaguely in his mind, but no matter how he recalled it, he could not recall specific things.

　　 This kind of touch that can't be said to be both visual and inspirational, after his talent level reached the proficiency, it appeared more and more frequently.

　　 It's like the lock that seals the memory has loosened...

　　 Realizing this, Hao Yun's heart is of course extremely excited.

　　 Now he has achieved such amazing achievements and wealth just by relying on the memory fragments obtained from the system. If he recalls the memories of his previous life completely, and then cooperates with the talent rewards given by the system, wouldn't it be invincible?

　　 went back to the bedroom.

　　 Hao Yun, who closed the door, picked up the remote control and turned on the air conditioner.

　　 Just then, he suddenly noticed that the bed of the brother Ziyuan next door had been laid out, and the guitar and the suitcase lying open beside the chair were still leaning against.

　　 "Did you come back this afternoon?"

　　 If I remember correctly, it was still empty at noon.

　　 Thinking of being bored anyway, Hao Yun picked up the guitar leaning against the chair, put it on his knees and tuned it down.

　　 Like a memory scattered in fragments, it passed through the opaque fog in an instant.

　　 was almost subconscious. He flicked the strings lightly, humming the familiar tune, and the familiar but unrememberable lyrics.

　　 "The old ballads..."

　　 "It's all around your fingertips."

　　 "The unobtainable beauty,"

　　 "Always scratching in my heart..."

　　 The long guitar sound flows along with the singing, like a clear spring passing through a crack in the rock.

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

　　 The memory covered with a layer of tulle is like a dried sponge, no matter how hard he tries to squeeze it, he can't squeeze it out any more. Even this small piece of memory made him feel like he was hollowed out.

　　 "Behind... why are you singing?"

　　 He shook his head a little nerve-wracking, Hao Yun finally stopped the fingers that fiddled with the strings. To continue playing it is nothing more than repeating the cycle, and the melody and lyrics that follow are really hard to remember~www.ltnovel.com~ However, it is not nothing to him.

　　 can remember a little, at least it shows that the blockade of memory is not absolute.

　　 With the accumulation of more and more attribute points, the shackles imposed on memory will sooner or later loosen to the extent that they can be opened. If you say that, one day, I will remember all the things in my previous life.

　　 put down the guitar in his hand.

　　 However, at this moment, Hao Yun suddenly noticed that the door of the dormitory had opened a crack at some point. Brother Ziyuan, who came back from dinner, was standing in the doorway, with obvious surprises and surprises written on his expressionless faces.

　　 met the line of sight, Hao Yun smiled embarrassedly, and coughed dryly.

　　 "I'm sorry, I took your stuff without authorization."

　　 "It's okay," Liang Ziyuan shook his head, stared at Hao Yun for a while, then suddenly said, "Actually, there is something, I have always wanted to ask you."

　　 Confused by this insulting expression, Hao Yun swallowed and asked.

"whats the matter?"

　　 Brother Ziyuan looked serious.

　　 "Actually you are Yunshen who doesn't know where...right?"

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