One month later, a long-lost figure appeared at the entrance of the alley in front of the Dong family's old house.
The light above the head was reflected, and Jun Tao's eyes were a little bit hard to open when it was directly shining. He stood at the entrance of the alley, took a deep breath, mustered up a lot of courage, and then pulled the suitcase and walked in.
When he reached the door, he knocked on the door, but no one answered. Jun Tao tried to push, but the door was unlocked. He stepped over the threshold, and when he reached the patio, the familiar smell wafted into his nostrils again.
The smell of oily smoke after cooking, the smell of soap on the sink, the smell of old wood in the room The doors of the room are closed tightly. Looking around, it is really quiet.
Jun Tao put the suitcase at the entrance of the corridor, and slowly walked up the steps to the second floor. In a daze, he remembered the days when he was a child, listening to Wu opera broadcasts here with his father and sister.
The sound of gongs and drums sounded in his ears, like a dream or reality, he pushed open the wooden door of his father's room. He touches this for a while, looks at that for a while, and everything is still arranged as before. The incense case, the portrait of the father, the old bed, the coffee table, the desk
Everything was so familiar and kind, and tears welled up in the corner of his eyes in an instant.
Jun Tao hung his coat on the back of the chair, took three incense sticks from the table, and lit them with a lighter. He lowered his eyes, bowed three times to his father's portrait, and then inserted the incense stick into the triangular copper stove.
The smoke rose thickly, blurring Jun Tao's gaze: "Dad I'm a bastard, I'm back"
? At that time, Dong Fang was coming out of the bedroom with a tired look on her face. She had a meeting all night yesterday, and she only slept for less than an hour, and she was not in good spirits.
Hearing movement in her father's room, she cautiously opened the door and entered. The moment Jun Tao turned around, the eyes of the siblings met.
At the beginning, Dong Fang was stunned and even flustered. She couldn't believe that all of this was true, and even wondered if it was because of her poor rest that she had an illusion.
It wasn't until Jun Tao walked over step by step that Dong Fang realized that it was the second brother! The second brother is really back!
"Jun Tao!"
"sister¡¡"
The siblings buried their heads in their arms and wept bitterly together.
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In 2001, China officially joined the WTO World Trade Organization, and a new era has come.
In Beicheng, Shu Qing, who was burdened with huge debts and divorced for the second time, was walking on the street, feeling very depressed, always a little heroic and short of breath.
Just two months ago, he made a special trip to the United States, wanting to represent AA's game "Superhero", but unexpectedly, he was directly rejected by the other party.
The person in charge of the aa company said that they first considered the local American market, and then Europe and Japan. As for mainland China, they never considered it. They arrogantly believe that almost all mainland games are pirated, so they have no plans to enter the Chinese market.
After hitting a wall in the United States, Shu Qing was not discouraged, and turned to Japan. He directly contacted the Japanese company Neon through an intermediary, hoping to represent their game "Supreme Battle". This time, the Japanese didn't even give Shu Qing the chance to meet, and directly told the middleman not to pass on any more messages.
Shu Qing felt very disappointed, but he clearly saw that there was no way out if he continued to run around like a headless chicken. Even so, he doesn't want to give up the game, he is keenly aware that this will be the hot spot in the future.
However, bumping into walls everywhere also hurt his self-esteem. Did he just accept his fate? Since people are not willing to give agents, why can't they be more self-sufficient and develop a domestic game independently?
Shu Qing raised his head and looked at the harsh sunlight, and suddenly had an impulse in his heart¡ªhe wanted to use the rest of his life to "gamble" on a future!
In the new millennium, everyone carries their own dreams and continues to move forward. There are tears, laughter, and countless expectations and attentions here (Remember this website: www.hlnovel.com