在过。”
翻译后，Michael沉默了几秒，然后点头：“I see. It’s not for the player. It’s for the character itself.”
“Yes.”叶晚说，“就像我妈妈绣花。她不为了谁看，绣了，就存在了。”
话题转到绣样。Sarah调出了“雨后春草”的高清图，在共享屏幕上放大。针脚的细节清晰可见，三种绿色的渐变，水珠的光影。
“This is exquisite.” Sarah说，“The craft**anship… and the story behind it. Your mother was ill when she made this?”
叶晚点头，用简单英文回答：“Yes. She had lung disease. Breathe hard, but… she kept sewing. Said, when sewing, not thinking of illness.”
“How long did it take?” Michael问。
“Three days. But she sewed only a few hours each day. Rest in between.”叶晚顿了顿，“The water droplets… she used three shades of green. To catch light.”
Michael示意Sarah做记录。然后他看向镜头后的团队：“Your project is unusual. It’s not just games, not just art. It’s… a documentation. Documenting disappearing things: traditional aesthetics, handcraft, quietness. In a world that’s getting louder and faster.”
“That’s what we want to do.”李君宪接话，用他有限的英文，“To keep something. In code, in pixel, in sound.”
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