Speaking of which, this is a gift from my grandfather-even though I am only one year old and don’t know how to play at all, according to my mother, I didn’t know where I saw "Super Mario" at that time. Keeping thumbs up and saying "top! Top!" to imitate the red trousers plumber pushing the brick. Seeing that I like it so much, my grandfather, who has been doting on children, secretly bought one. In the era before inflation, when wages and prices were generally low, a genuine red and white machine was not cheap, but grandpa didn't care. He cared more about the smiles of his children and grandchildren. (Of course, my mother will not let the game "poison" my mind. I sealed my game console soon after I bought it. Now it is still treasured at home, attached to those yellow cassettes, waiting for a restart one day. .)
Grandma said that when she first learned to walk, she was probably over a year old, and once followed her to work. I was walking behind her in the last minute, and I disappeared in the next minute. My grandma, who was anxious to get angry, finally found me in the electric hall next to the unit. A small person stood at the door of the arcade room in a daze, looking at the electric motors with different shapes inside. I don’t remember what the 8-bit soundtrack and colorful screen made me feel, but I think I must have heard some kind of call—something full of temptation, but some sacred thing guiding me to push away. Open the door to the pixel world.
Because of the game, the battle of wits and courage with my mother officially kicked off.
Fortunately, my dad, my uncle, and my brother are all loyal game lovers. So even if the red and white phones were taken away, I was able to go to my uncle and my younger brother from the beginning of kindergarten, and the little overlord who used Jackie Chan's endorsement to continue his adventure in the pixel world. "Ah, the bully is here!" Every time I hear this sentence, my blood will burst.
In "Contra", I always like to make blue pants 1P, and my brother who controls the red pants 2P grabs all kinds of ammunition. Personally, I love the S red shotgun. I occasionally eat the L small fire-breathing submachine gun.
"Super Mario" also likes to control Uncle M the most. He has always jumped off levels in the 1-2 underground world and hates underwater pipe cards.
In "Tank War", I like to set the 2P game in place and upgrade myself to the full level to open the steel plate. Of course, two people will be beaten by the other at the same time and then stare at the base camp to be bombed by the local tanks.
At that time there was a photoelectron gun, but I was always bad at shooting games, whether it was "Duck Shooting" or "West Target Shooting".
"Circus" is really difficult. In "Kung Fu", he became a king of Haibian. I love "Stunt Bike" the most, and of course the "Red Fortress" that rescues the hostages is also very good.
The blood series, Snowman Brothers, MapleStory, Ninja Dragon Sword, Bomberman, Journey to the West, Conferred God List... Enough is enough, countless day and night.
At this time, I almost went to elementary school.
I started to enter and leave the arcade room frequently, occasionally taking a half-day sick leave under the banner of illness, just because "Tekken" has not defeated the big devil with Law, or because I made an appointment with the person who played "Three Kingdoms" last time very well. The team brush, or maybe because of "Dinosaurs" or "Metal Slug." I have always been not too cold about "The King of Fighters" and "Street Fighter". Every time I see a large number of people around the two players playing "The King of Fighters 97", they will hide away, but the story of Iori An and Cao Zhijing There is still a lost impression.
There is another episode about the arcade room. When I was a child, my parents belonged to the kind of people who were particularly able to toss. They used karaoke (that is, all kinds of KTV today), as well as tea rooms and mahjong halls. When I was in elementary school, my parents set up a shop in the center of our city and opened a karaoke room. By coincidence, a new game room was opened behind it. So I became a frequent visitor there. At that time, the game currency was about 2 cents apiece, but as a primary school student, compared with people who can earn 50 cents by posting, they are still a little bit shy. So, I stretched my guilty black hand to the change box in the karaoke hall (for the convenience of changing the fee, my mother made a small paper box at the bar and put a lot of one yuan and two yuan tickets). I thought I knew it, and the clinker mother's network was so sparse and not leaking, she was finally caught by her mother.
Ashamed and embarrassed, I ran in tears, but who knows, my mother didn’t scold me or beat me. She asked me, “Do you really want to play? So, I’ll take you there, and you’ll have fun today. You can play as much as you want, and I will pay, and you will have fun today, enough for you.” Then she really took me to the arcade room. I was a little dazed by knowing I did something wrong and didn’t expect my mother to come back, so I asked for two cents weakly and bought one coin (my mother asked me if I was really enough), I forgot what I played, but after a while, I never entered the arcade room again.
The camera went back to school. In the first and second grades, Gameboys and Nintendo handhelds emerged in the class. At that time, they were thick and brick-like. There were two boys in the class, one named Wang, one named Zhang, and one fat man. , A fat white man, has become the darling of the class. They are also interesting and tight, and they have a business mind at a young age-friends? Let you play! classmate? Rent you to play! Fifty cents for ten minutes, one dollar for thirty minutes, two dollars to buy out one hour of optional games, overnight fees are extra. Good guy, back then, having a handheld computer felt more sensational than having a fish pond. After all, contracting a handheld computer would cost dozens a day! In short, they used the money for renting the machine to buy snacks and new cassettes, and I was the friendly classmate who occasionally paid and was able to play for free.
When I was in the fourth grade of elementary school, through saving pocket money (50 cents and one dollar) and selling waste products (1 cents a can, 5 cents a plastic bottle, my dad’s expired newspapers and magazines were sold for 20 to 30, and they were picked up on large construction sites. Scrap steel and iron materials, etc.), finally saved to the first 250 in his life, intending to become an organic family. At that time, a thin version of GBC was already available, but the price was too high and it was too high, and I didn't want to buy a thick brick, so I had to compromise to buy a second-hand thin version of GB. But the owner of the yellow second-hand GB gave it a shit-yellow battery back cover, and my mother found it less than two hours after I took it home. She was angry because I secretly bought the game console by stealing private money, and even more angry because the boss deceived the children with defective products, she took me to the boss to ask for a return. The boss turned a deaf ear at first, but it was a shame to have my mother in the store screaming at a high octave to bully her, and to have me crying outside the store to pull her away. Seeing more and more crowds onlookers, the boss couldn't sit still, and finally refunded the full amount in order to dispel these two evil spirits. Of course, the money returned became my mother's.
Then I went to junior high school and graduated from elementary school during the holiday, I finally saved up to 600 yuan and bought a colorful CBC with green lake and water. Finally, I was able to continue the colorful red, blue, yellow, and green stories of "Pokemon" and the seasons of "Random Story" in the spring, summer, autumn and winter. Through the exchange of friends, the ghost stone evolved into a ghost, and the chicken on the farm became a golden rooster. Friends play Snowman Brothers and Super Mario online. This time, because the preventive measures were done well, my mother never found out, but somehow owning a brand new GBC that belonged to me did not bring me the long-awaited pleasure. So after a semester, I bought it for 400 yuan and kept all the cassettes.
At that time, the arcade machine had been on the decline for a long time, something called Internet cafes had been opened all over China, and I was undoubtedly one of the participants. From the first six dollars for an hour to the later one for one hour, from playing rough pixel transplantation works, Flash games to inferior 3D works and then later online masterpieces, "Landing on the Beach", "The Sims", and "Stone Tools". Time, "Red Police", "Age of Empires", "StarCraft", "RO", "CS", "Financial Heroes", "MU", "Hundred Battles"... During the two days of the high school entrance examination, I was in the morning with a bunch of boys After the exam, I took forty minutes at noon to take a taxi to the Internet cafe in the urban village at the junction of the city and the suburbs, and then go back to the exam in the afternoon. In fact, this kind of "afternoon play" mode has almost run through my entire junior high school.
My family bought a computer as early as when I was in elementary school. That little bully became a toy for the grandma who retired at home. She used it to play mahjong. From Monday to Friday after her grandfather passed away and she became an elderly person living alone, her children and grandchildren were absent. At the time, my grandma went downstairs to play mahjong in the cultural room during the day, and played mahjong at home in Xiaobawang at night. On the weekend we went to family gatherings, adults played mahjong, and a few children played "Contra" and "Tank Battle" and "Super Mario" as they did when they were young, and it was so many years.
When I was in high school, I met a soft girl who would also go to the arcade room to play. Later, I became a friend of this life. The friend and I watched anime, played games, and clipped dolls. At that time, I seldom played "Tekken" "And Three Kingdoms, basically the coins are spent on Taiko, Jazz drums, Guitar Hero and various dance machines.
I went to college, saved money to buy NDSi, played Taiko, played "Plants vs. Zombies", revisited "Pokemon" and "Random Story", and played with my upper bunk. The hip-hop guys I knew from the university played all the electric halls in Guangzhou, and the guys in this life played all the electric halls in Shenzhen, and when we visited each other, we took each other to the electric halls on each other's site. At that time, there were very few people in the arcade room. Only when there were very powerful people tumbling on the dance machine, or when someone with the claw machine got a super prize, the crowd would gather together and then dispersed again, as if Never appeared.
There are fewer and fewer people in Internet cafes, or because I have never been there again. Everyone is playing a knife tower in the dormitory. In the past few years, more people are in the subway, in the toilet, in the restaurant, playing with ios or andriod versions, and the pictures are getting more and more beautiful and gorgeous with match-3, tower defense, and parkour.
After I came to Hong Kong, I tried to find the arcade room here, but I didn’t find a trace. I finally found a sign called Game Zone or Dynamic World in some little-known alleys. I went in and saw that it was full of slot machines and slot machines. And the slot machines, every time I go home in grief.
I don't know why, there is always a faint sadness and loss in my heart, it seems that the mysterious call that I have heard has gradually disappeared.
The grandmother who had been in bed for some years passed away. No one knows where that little bully went. But I still remember the mahjong game that grandma loves the most, 8-bit soundtrack and pixel-style tube, ten thousand, strips, characters, green background, and the sound when it is dealt: duang duang, dang dang, duang duang , Dang dang, duang duang, dang dang, duang.
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watched this movie to the end, I was suddenly poked in my heart, so I have the text above, so it's a feeling after watching it?
Frankly speaking, this is the classic Hollywood narrative funny popcorn movie. It doesn't care about feelings, and it doesn't care about ratings. After a meal, you can watch it when you feel comfortable. No analysis or even comment is required.
But it reminds me of my pixel era, like activating the memory ball about the game inside me.
Vividly vivid.
After working, I bought a 3DS and Wii. I changed my computer twice. One of them was to play Ancient Sword and Xianwu. Two years ago, I bought an itouch to evaluate the game. I would play "The Walking Dead" and "The Walking Dead" on the iPad. "Republic", I bought PS4 this year. So far, I have cleared The Last of Us, Till Dawn and GTA5. The Dragon 0 is still short of the last chapter, and I am also dancing Just Dance.
There are fewer and fewer friends who can play games together. They are busy with work and support their families. However, it seems that the networking system has made it easy to find small partners, but the improvised team always feels a little bit short of it.
I have to admit that my pixel era seems to be a thing of the past.
However, because I learned from playing games, I used my brain, never gave up, experienced the plot, empathized with the character experience, and even thought about the relationship between the story background and reality, society, myself, time and space... everything has long been integrated with me.
Playing a good game, reading a good book, watching a good movie, or even making a good friend has the same effect. The game is for me.
I am very fortunate that when I was one year old, I saw that Super Mario who was up and down.
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