Aunt Miao took her glasses, sat on a separate sofa, and carefully read the plot manuscript. She read the plot very quickly, which made people feel like she was looking at it, which made Xixiao very nervous. Whenever she raised doubts and Xixiao could not hear clearly, Lin Huan would use sign language to convey it to Xixiao with retelling. Sometimes there was too much content to be reposted, and Lin Huan would approach Xixiao a little so that she could hear her voice clearly.

The plot is very long and there are many things to be told, but not everyone is interested in listening. However, everyone still encourages themselves to cheer up and pay attention to Aunt Miao’s suggestions. Xiaoxue is like a clerk throughout the whole process, writing constantly, keeping her head down and keeping notes. Youma did not pay attention to the plot itself. He just kept looking at this rumored senior god with longing. To Youma, she is like a guide to the second dimension, and an important existence that is comparable to Lord Qianji in the third dimension.

"I suggest you use more software tools to organize this node branch, so that it will be much more efficient. Furthermore, since you are using RM to make a plot-oriented game, some of the characteristics of RM should also be appropriately used, such as its cultivation function. I saw that you have the gameplay of the school part, but the content is not too much. If you add the numerical growth system, it will give players some driving force. The numerical value will affect the chance of triggering some random events. Such plug-ins are easy to find..."

Although Aunt Miao is mainly responsible for the design of plot copy in "Song of the West", she obviously not only knows how to write words, but her understanding of the game is far beyond the cognitive field of the public. Some listeners have a feeling of "although I don't know what she is saying, it must be very powerful". Only Xiaoxue's absorption efficiency is the highest. She can interrupt Aunt Miao's analysis from time to time and put forward her own opinions, which makes Aunt Miao appreciate it very much.

"call……"

Just as everyone was chatting enthusiastically, Xia Mo, who was standing behind the sofa and savoring black tea carefully, suddenly was soaked in tears.

The sudden sadness made her unable to control herself.

It's obviously a common situation.

Since Gou Huan became not alone, Xia Mo has often been like this.

She always thought of ways to show Lin Huan that she was very busy, so as to prove that she was fulfilled and did not need his company at all times.

For example, sleeping in, playing games, or causing trouble.

At the beginning, it was indeed her heartfelt thoughts, not the joy that was disguised; but even the optimistic Xia Mo finally ushered in a sense of loneliness that "the excitement is theirs, and I have nothing."

She wiped her tears, carefully put the teacup back to its original place, poured black tea to fill it up, and began to wander around Aunt Miao's house.

She is almost forty years old this year, but has she never had a partner?

She is obviously such a beautiful beauty, and when she was young, there would definitely be many people chasing her...

However, there must be someone chasing him now.

Xia Mo came to Aunt Miao’s desk and saw the photo frames placed on the desk at a glance.

For similar scenes, you can refer to Lin Boer’s father, Uncle Wu Ke. The photo frame is placed in the place where you often work, and that must be a very important person to her...

Xia Mo walked over and took a look curiously, but the scene in front of her surprised her.

yes……

Your own photo?

But that proportion is also...

The photo shows the young photo of Aunt Miao. It was taken under the Ferris wheel in the playground. Aunt Miao was a young girl at that time. The wind looked very strong in the photo. She held a beige long skirt swaying in the wind with one hand and held her white big-brimmed hat with the other hand. Her body was slightly overturned and her smile bloomed like a flower.

Rather than being brilliant, it is a kind of happiness, which is more like an expression that only a couple in love will show, but...

Xia Mo noticed Aunt Miao's body movements, the tilted angle was clearly a position that could only be posed by someone leaning against her.

I mean, there should be someone here, but it disappeared?

Although some are slightly yellowed, the photos are preserved in a very complete way, and there shouldn't be such a powerful photo-paging technology in that era, but Aunt Miao is indeed empty.

Just as Xia Mo was obsessed with studying photo frames, the lights in the study suddenly turned on.

She frightened Xia Mo and accidentally knocked down the photo frame.

The person who appeared in front of Xia Mo was Aunt Miao, the mistress of the house. She heard the sound and walked quickly to the desk. After seeing the photo frame that was knocked down by Xia Mo, she straightened the frame and arranged it again.

At this moment, Xia Mo seemed very panicked. She was afraid that Aunt Miao's eyes would fall on her, because she would definitely blame herself - that photo frame, that photo must be an irreplaceable precious treasure for her.

However, her worries seemed a little unnecessary. Aunt Miao did not react to what had just happened. She took out a stack of manuscripts from the drawer of the desk, and then stood up to leave. Xia Moyu was relieved, but Aunt Miao stopped when she turned off the light and walked to the door.

"Hey...you're here."

Um...

Her voice was very gentle, so Xia Mo was not too panicked; on the other hand, from Aunt Miao's tone, she could feel that there should be someone else in her mouth.

Relying on the girl's intuition, Xia Mo naturally connected the [you] with the person who did not exist in the photo frame.

Maybe he is like me...

Countless fragments suddenly flashed back into Xia Mo's mind.

Glasses, late-night campus scenery, Canon D major for the School Festival, and a man in a windbreaker with sad eyes.

Those scenes kept flashing back like a lantern in Xia Mo's mind, and Xia Mo's head was also stimulated by electric currents. She had no idea what the meaning of these scenes were. Until that scene, a girl she had never seen before but had always known for a long time appeared.

call……

After all this, Xia Mo returned to the living room. Aunt Miao had put down her manuscript and was sitting and talking to everyone.

"Because I heard Yoona talk about the theme of your work before, I vaguely feel that it is somewhat similar to my experience, so it will naturally resonate. Maybe this is why I am so close to this work and you."

"Similar experience? Aunt Miao, have you ever had childhood sweethearts?"

"It's not the thing I said..." Aunt Miao responded with a smile, "I had a very serious car accident when I was studying. I thought I had no hope of survival, but eventually survived miraculously."

"Huh... that's so lucky, otherwise, there wouldn't be a masterpiece like "The Wind of the Sky"." You Ma patted his heart and sighed.

"Lucky..."

Aunt Miao took off her glasses and took a sip of black tea. The hot steam of black tea fascinated her eyes. She reached out to wipe the corners of her eyes, and her eyes suddenly became a little wet.

"Although I survived that car accident, I always feel that after that, there has been something missing in my life...that is something that has been with me, or... like someone."

"Then, if it was a car accident and lost memory, would anyone else have no impression?" Lin Huan said in confusion.

Aunt Miao shook her head, "I asked many people around me, but they all seemed to be united to deceive me, telling me that I had never lost anyone. But I could always vaguely feel the existence of that person, just..."

As he said that, Aunt Miao suddenly laughed, "It's probably like the theme of your game, that person's [sense of existence] has been erased."

The sense of existence... is erased?

Lin Huan subconsciously looked at Xia Mo. Xia Mo giggled at Lin Huan, and even made a V-shaped gesture to comfort him, so that he would not have to worry about himself.
Chapter completed!