Among the best game masterpieces in the world today, the soundtrack accounts for a greater proportion of soundtracks, even exceeding the proportion of film and television dramas. Many excellent game producers start looking for talented music masters with personal styles that match the game style to participate in the creation of game soundtracks at the beginning of their creation.

With the increasing majestic performance of game music, game music has become a hidden means to influence players' game choices and combat styles.

In the latest game production, producers even took a step further in the interactive soundtrack, adding the sounds created by players to the background sound effects.

Some more special game producers can even generate brand new game inspiration with just a piece of game soundtrack and create a masterpiece.

At the beginning of his creation of "Dry Bone Town", Chu Qiancheng chose the person who scored his game early. However, the fear and guilt hidden in him have always made him afraid to face this choice.

He made himself more addicted to the creation of other parts of the game, intentionally or unintentionally opening up the soundtrack.

But now, he knew that he could no longer escape, and he had to face the fear deep in his heart. Because the inspiration for the story background of this game was an original song that had been lingering in his heart.

Only those who have created this song are worthy of becoming the main music creators of the game.

After communicating with the operation planner Shu Huaizi, Chu Qiancheng deeply felt the high hopes of the House of Strange Things Group for "Dry Bone Town", and the finalization of the game soundtrack can no longer be delayed.

Chu Qiancheng finally mustered up the courage to take out his cell phone that afternoon.

But after several terrified dials, the courage that I finally mustered was completely running.

Chu Qiancheng clenched his cell phone, waved it hard, and accumulated the remaining courage with difficulty, walked out of the office area, and rushed straight out of the House of Strange Things Group Building.

"Report to the Administration Bureau, Chu Qiancheng left the shelter area, and his whereabouts are unknown!" Fu Xin captured Chu Qiancheng's movements from the eavesdropping system installed on her mobile phone and immediately reported to Executive Director Guan Qing.

"Follow him closely, he must not have any trouble now!" Guan Qing was shocked and quickly ordered.

Fu Xin rushed out of the building with a decisive and drove into the special service car of the House of Strange Things, and chased after Chu Qiancheng's taxi.

An hour and a half later, the taxi that Chu Qiancheng took finally rushed out of the congested traffic and entered a street in the Green Island District of the Magic City. At this time, the Agricultural Investment Bank branch in the street happened to get off work, and the bank staff walked out of the main entrance in groups of three or two and laughed.

Chu Qiancheng asked the driver to park on the street, and he got out of the car and looked towards the main entrance.

Fuxin drove carefully and stopped on the other side of the street half a street, while changing outfit, wearing a big scarf and a mask, quietly approaching the bank entrance.

When the security guard locked the main door and left with a chat and laugh. A thin man who was walking and shaking was the last person to leave. He approached the main door and checked the lock. He saw that there was no problem, so he slowly turned around.

"Ha~" Fuxin almost screamed, but fortunately she covered her mouth.

This man with a thin body, frosty face and a white hair looks so much like Chu Qiancheng, and he looks like Chu Qiancheng has a dusk filter. The only difference between him and Chu Qiancheng is his hair and eyes. He shaved his head, his hair is snow-white, and his eyes are dead, as if he was burned to ashes by life.

The man saw Chu Qiancheng at first sight.

He looked at him coldly, and withdrew his scandal without delay, as if he had seen an irrelevant person.

"dad."

Chu Qiancheng's hoarse and trembling voice drifted in the evening breeze at dusk, and Fuxin wanted to cry.

The white-haired man seemed to have not heard it at all, just shaking forward. Chu Qiancheng stood behind him and looked at his back silently.

The white-haired man walked a few steps and finally stopped. He suddenly turned his head and looked at Chu Qiancheng in a sequel.

"Do you know, I didn't want children at first. It's because your mother must give birth."

"Oh my god." Fuxin almost tore off her headphones. She couldn't imagine how Chu Qiancheng felt when she heard this.

"I know."

Chu Qiancheng's voice was hoarse.

"Do you know?" The white-haired man shook and couldn't help but open his eyes.

"The night when my mom divorced you, I said during the quarrel that I didn't sleep at all." Chu Qiancheng whispered.

"What else do you know?" asked the white-haired man in a trembling voice.

"Mom actually doesn't want me either, she just wants to rely on me to change your career." Chu Qiancheng lowered his head.

"You...you know everything?" The white-haired man's face was filled with panic.

"I know you sacrificed your dream just to raise me." Chu Qiancheng still lowered his head, "and I also knew how miserable it is to lose my dream life since I was a child."

"..." The white-haired man looked at him silently.

Chu Qiancheng closed his eyes: "So you were still wrong. You shouldn't let me give up my dream."

"Your dream, play games?" the white-haired man shook his head vigorously, "Do you think that kind of thing is art? Childish! That's just a group of idle idiots who insist on putting what they do as high-end titles, proving that they have not lived in vain. Fighting cocks, walking birds, playing mahjong, and playing blue sun, isn't that the case?"

"Dad, I recently developed a brand new game. I want to use your song as the theme song and hire you as the music producer." Chu Qiancheng bravely raised his chest and no longer entangled in this topic that can never be confronted with right or wrong.

"Nothing!" the white-haired man was furious, "That song...I won't sell that song, let alone sell it to your game company."

"Dad, you changed your career after you wrote that song, but I know you want more people to hear it. Once your music is entered into my game, there will be tens of millions of people listening to it every day, which is more traffic than on any platform."

"Silly kid." The white-haired man pressed his forehead with his hands, "Do you think I changed careers entirely because of you? I am tired of capital manipulation of art. They don't care about who your song is written for, the music conception and background, they change whatever they want, and play whatever they want. In the end, your music will be beyond recognition. I chose to be a bank employee because I want to be at least a person!"

"Dad, I have complete control over the copyright of this song. I will respect your opinion. If you don't want me to continue using it, I can return the copyright to you at any time. However, if you are willing to be a music producer for the game, you can return the old business and do your favorite career."

Chu Qiancheng looked at the white-haired man with a serious look on his face.

The white-haired man was silent for a long time, with a look of struggle on his face.

"I haven't made a song for twenty years, and the guy who wrote lyrics for me has long been gone..." The white-haired man showed a bitter expression on his face, "And, I'm about to get promoted."

"Dad, I have money. Even if you retire, I can still support you!"

"It's okay for us, I don't need you to raise it." The white-haired man deliberately refused to visit Chu Qiancheng.

"Dad, I know that although you didn't want children at the beginning, you loved me. You insisted on sending me to university and asking me to find a good job, and you wanted me to live a good life. But..." Chu Qiancheng's voice became hoarse.

"But you must play games... I'm so angry... I'm so angry!" The white-haired man gritted his teeth and looked at Chu Qiancheng, as if he was still angry at Chu Qiancheng's willfulness at the time.

"Dad, this is the address of our company." Chu Qiancheng took out a business card and handed it to the white-haired man.

"The House of Strange Things Group..." The white-haired man looked at the business card, "Isn't this the...that...that's the very famous one..."

"Yes, that..." Chu Qiancheng nodded confidently, "I will wait for you in the recording studio of the group building at 9 o'clock tomorrow morning. I have confidence that you will definitely like what I make."

The white-haired man looked at the business card and nodded, with a look of emotion: "You look good, um, finally let me...ah."

The common consciousness of the House of Strange Things Group seemed to inject a strange confidence into the heart of the white-haired man, and most of his complaints about Chu Qiancheng were invisibly eliminated.

"Dad, will I go home to cook for you tonight? How about Gong Bao Chicken Ding and Wuxi Ribs?" Chu Qiancheng took the opportunity to ask.

"Boy, do you think I'm gone and you can't even eat? When you were in college, I also cooked my own meal? Tonight I'll let you see the old man's skills. I... I'll add some vegetables." The white-haired man subconsciously swallowed his saliva, his face flushed, as if he was angry.

But after a moment, Chu Qiancheng and him couldn't help laughing.

Chu Qiancheng's persistence and sincerity, coupled with Li Tommy's shared consciousness, finally melted the ice that had been between the father and son for six or seven years.
Chapter completed!