Life is a Game

有 Is there any change in Jiang Feng's life after learning that Professor Li is his relative?

Yes, Jiang Feng got more chances to be named by Professor Li in class.

Many people in this class wondered whether Jiang Feng had offended Professor Li and made him difficult. After all, the image of Jiang Feng's dregs was deeply rooted in people's hearts, making it difficult to associate with love.

It has been more than half a month since the start of the school. Jiang Feng has been able to wander between cooking and cooking, shop help and fooling his studies. Ji Yue has successfully received the funding for this year from the student union, and the healthy cooking restaurant has also started to have stable customers. The completion of mainline tasks is also slowly increasing day by day.

But Jiang Feng always feels that in the kitchen every day, occasionally touches the pot, and going to the club for a leisurely weekend is a bit boring.

"Xiao Feng, porridge seems to be okay, go and bring it to your aunt." Jiang Jiankang shouted in the back kitchen.

Qi Jiangfeng walked into the back kitchen, lifted the lid of the small pot on the gas stove, and stirred it with a spoon. It was almost. Put the porridge into the lunch box, Jiang Feng carried the lunch box and went to Professor Li's house.

Professor Li's home is less than ten minutes away from Food Street. It is a teacher's apartment allocated by the school 20 years ago. The room area is very old, and the concrete pits on the wall are full of holes.

The porridge these days were sent by Jiang Feng. Once, when Jiang Feng went, Li Mingyi was confused, and he held Jiang Feng's hand and shouted, "Chengde, why are you here? I and Huiqin both looked for you It's been more than ten years ... "Obviously an old man who was as thin as a firewood, but his hand strength was extraordinarily large. Jiang Feng didn't dare to struggle and hurt him, so he could only listen to him vaguely speaking the original story.

But it didn't take long before Li Mingyi didn't know him again, loosening his hand and looking for Huiqin everywhere.

Professor Li did not return, and Jiang Feng opened his door to his wife Chen Suhua.

"Auntie, are you okay?" Jiang Feng asked.

"Very good, now you are awake, go in and talk with your aunt, Master." Chen Suhua knotted the lunch box and walked to the kitchen. "I haven't been confused for two days. I saw dates when I bought vegetables in the morning. Especially good, I'll wash you a bit, you sit for a while. "

素 Chen Suhua is the daughter of the village secretary married by Professor Li when he went to the countryside to become an educated youth. He has no culture and hasn't finished elementary school. Fifty or sixty people speak and do everything in a rage.

明 Li Mingyi was sitting on the bed with a reading glasses and looking at the album. When Jiang Feng came in, he smiled and waved at him.

"Xiao Feng is here to deliver the porridge." Li Ming greeted Jiang Feng and sat next to him, pointing at a black and white photo on the album: "This is a wedding photo of me and your aunt, but unfortunately there were no color photos at the time. I ca n’t shoot the color, and your aunt ’s wedding dress looks great. At that time, I said that I only took western-style wedding photos. She refused to live and live, and refused to wear a wedding dress. As a result, I took a wedding dress and took a wedding photo ... ... "

"Dad, eat." Chen Suhua left a bowl of porridge in his right hand and a plate of jujube on the bedside table. "The porridge is still hot. I'm stirring it for you. By the way, Xiaofeng, eating jujube is sweet. . "

"No, I'll do it myself." Li Ming slowly put down the album, took the bowl, walked to the desk, and sat down with a spoon to stir the porridge in the bowl slowly.

Min Jiangfeng looked at the photo album spread out on the bed, an old, yellowish black and white photo. In the photo, a man and a woman are very young. They look like the age of junior high school students. The men's suits and leather shoes are expressionless. The women wear a phoenix crown, a square scarf covering their faces, and a mirror hanging on their chest. A wedding dress. The two did not have any physical contact. If it wasn't for Li Mingyi saying that this was his wedding photo, Jiang Feng could not really see it.

Li Ming scooped a spoonful of porridge and blew it lightly.

Min Jiangfeng found a short gray hair stuck to the photo.

Li Ming opened his mouth.

Qi Jiangfeng held out her hand.

Stir porridge entrance.

Hands out.

"Ding, complete the side mission [the last good medicine] and get the mission reward item: [A memory of Li Mingyi]."

"Ding, get the props: [A memory of Jiang Huiqin]."

Eh?

Got two games at a time?

So generous? !!

Min Jiangfeng twisted her hair and threw it into the trash.

I do n’t know if it was because I saw the photo or I found a junior to share my youth. Li Mingyi is very interested today and has a good appetite. After drinking a bowl and a half of porridge, he pulled Jiang Fengxuansu and said Shao and his wife when he was young.

The cricket on the east stand of Qicheng, Jiang Huiqin's cricket, broke a hole in her dress and thought of what to say. In the end, it was because the old man was incapable of energy, and talking about sleepiness, Jiang Feng left Chen Suhua's stuffed jujube.

I sent the porridge for more than an hour. When Jiang Feng returned, Liu Zixuan had already gone to the library. Only Ji Yue was sitting at the table and drawing on the tablet.

"The shop is closed, I look at the shop. My uncle and aunt went to buy food, and said what was a good batch of goods, and hurried away." Ji Yue said, "You go back and make up for it, just leave me alone. Now. "

As Wu Jiyue said, Jiang Feng really felt a little sleepy and needed a nap ~ www.readwn.com ~ But he didn't have to go back to the dormitory.

Close the door and open the property panel. There are two more mists in the props bar.

[A section of memory of Li Mingyi]: A section of memory that can be entered repeatedly.

[A memory of Jiang Huiqin]: A memory can only be entered once.

One-time?

Out of curiosity, Jiang Feng clicked on Jiang Huiqin's memory and clicked on the option to enter the memory.

The next second, Jiang Feng found herself in a woman's boudoir.

A girl wearing a schoolgirl's uniform in the Republic of China, holding a scarlet sister-in-law, embroidered the pattern on the cuffs carefully, and looking at the eyebrows, it was Jiang Huiqin in the picture that Li Ming looked at today.

However, Jiang Huiqin couldn't seem to see Jiang Feng, and she was all on her sister-in-law in her arms. Jiang Feng tried to pick up the tea cup on the small table next to him, and his hand passed directly through the tea cup like a ghost. After trying to go out through the wall, but was blocked by an invisible barrier, and found that he could only stay beside Jiang Huiqin, Jiang Feng began to observe the room.

This is a very small room, the furniture is also very simple, bed, wooden cabinet, a small table, a chair. Although the sparrow is small, it has all the organs.

The bed is an ordinary wooden bed, covered with grey bedding. The wooden cabinet is tall and very new. It looks new, the copper buckles are brand new, the paint is even, and there are carved carvings on it. It should look expensive.

The room was very clean. On the table was a copy of "Chinese". On the windowsill, there was a tin can filled with soil. Two green onions were planted inside.

"Little girl, little girl!"

Someone was shouting outside the knock gate.

"Hey, brother, wait a minute, don't come in, I'll go out!" Jiang Huiqin put down her sister-in-law, opened the door, and Jiang Feng quickly followed.