Life is a Game

Latest URL: Jiang Feng opened the property panel again when he came to the second floor men's toilet for a long time. He even felt like going home.

Directly pass [A memory of Jiang Xiaoran] and click [A memory of Fang Yaqing] Select Yes, Jiang Feng is instantly shrouded in fog.

Jiang Feng found himself appearing on the street.

It should be a quiet afternoon, the sun is just right, and the body is warm. It's not hot, the leaves in the green belt rustle with the breeze blowing slowly.

There are no vehicles on the road, but there are some students who ride bicycles carrying school bags. The shops on the street are operating normally, that is, the signboards are a bit old and sell everything, printing shops, building materials stores, hardware stores, grocery stores, and a noodle shop, which should look like an old street.

Obviously it should be a leisurely environment, but Jiang Feng always feels that the atmosphere is strange.

He followed behind a pair of father and daughter.

My father is a middle-aged man. He looks very elegant. He is meticulous in formal clothes and the shoes on his feet are cleaned and shiny. He is obviously a person who pays attention to appearance.

The daughter should be Fang Yaqing, wearing a school uniform and carrying a schoolbag, and she should still be in junior high school at a young age. She wears a monotonous ponytail and wears ordinary canvas shoes. She walks next to her dad in a listless manner, and her expression does not seem very happy.

The two walked like this, without any communication or even sound. Fang Yaqing was unhappy to kick the stones on the ground while walking. Her dad didn't care. Her dad seemed to care nothing.

Jiang Feng stared at Fang Yaqin's father's eyes carefully. He felt that his eyes seemed to be looking forward but not like looking forward. It made people wonder what he was looking at and what he thought was a very indifferent person.

The two walked along this old street for ten minutes, as if two strangers just happened to be together.

If not, you can still hear the wind, footsteps, bicycle bells, and the voice of the owner talking to the guests from the street shop. Jiang Feng must suspect that he is watching a mime.

Ridiculous and weird, making people tremble with horror.

The atmosphere between Fang Yaqin and her dad can no longer be described as weird, it is simply the scene of a horror film.

Jiang Feng felt that the father and daughter just turned around and walked a few steps in an unoccupied alley, and kept the atmosphere to pull the camera to follow the whole shot, and the editing could be pulled to the big screen without having to edit.

The atmosphere of horror is so good that it belongs to the type that makes people feel more and more flustered.

Then the father and daughter turned.

However, instead of turning into a nobody's alley, it was turning into a community. Jiang Feng could clearly see that there was a large residential area in front, and there were some scattered shops on the periphery of the residential area.

It seems they are going home.

Jiang Feng couldn't help looking back and forth between her father and daughter, and wanted to determine whether Fang Yaqing was awkward with her father or whether their father and daughter had always been along like this. Although Fang Yaqing looked a little angry, her dad didn't respond at all. Fang Yaqing seemed to be angry with herself.

The two walked to the gate of the community, and Fang Yaqing's dad turned in and went in.

"I'm going to buy food." Fang Yaqing said, no matter what her father's reaction was, he went straight to the pastry shop in front.

Fang Yaqing her dad stopped, turned around, and followed Fang Yaqing.

Jiang Feng looked up at the pastry shop's name and found that the pastry shop had no name, and the signboard was empty.

Jiang Feng sighed that this memory was really weird everywhere, and followed Fang Yaqing into the pastry shop.

This pastry shop has a small door, but the area is quite large. In addition to the display cabinet, there are several tables and chairs for diners to eat in the store.

There is no one in the window but there is a sound inside. It is estimated that the pastry chef is busy inside.

"Anyone?" Fang Yaqing called.

"Yes, just wait a moment." Jiang Feng was surprised to find that the sound was familiar to him.

Before long, Zheng Da came out with a plate of freshly baked peach crisps.

Ten years ago, Zheng Dabi was a bit fatter now. After working in the kitchen for a long time and sweating a lot, the whole face looked shiny and the image of a middle-aged oily man.

Jiang Feng :? ? ?

"Who are you, Master Zheng?" Fang Yaqing apparently didn't know Zheng Da.

"I'm his dad, he went on a blind date." Zheng Dadao said.

"Oh." Fang Yaqing looked at the shop window. "Please help me weigh 10 yuan of sesame crisp and 10 yuan of Dingsheng cake."

"Good grin." Zheng Da started the business unskilledly stuffing the cakes in the bag, and almost spilled the cakes in the bag when he was on the scale.

"Is it 22 dollars?" Zheng Da asked.

"Yes." Fang Yaqing paid for it.

Fang Yaqing's dad kept standing behind and watching, Jiang Feng noticed that his eyes actually fell on the freshly baked peach cake.

"Weigh 20 yuan of peach crisp." Fang Yaqing his father suddenly said.

Zheng Da also weighed 20 yuan of peach crisps. This time it was accurate. Jiang Feng saw that the price displayed on the electronic scale was 20 yuan 4.

The father and daughter were so personal and personal, and continued to return home silently.

It wasn't until they returned home that the two put the cakes they bought on the table, and Fang Yaqing launched his temper preemptively.

"My mom and I said yesterday that I went out to dinner with my classmates tonight. Today is my birthday. Why ca n’t I go out to eat with my classmates? Hello, come to the school gate to pick me up?" Fang Yaqing said angrily, apparently nagging Along the way, it's just not easy to get angry outside.

"I called your mother at noon, and she would go shopping in the afternoon and eat at home at night." Dad Fang Yaqing said, with no expression on his face and looking indifferent.

"Why, my classmates and I said all right. Why won't you let me eat out as soon as you return from a business trip?" Fang Yaqing was even more angry.

This time Fang Yaqing's father had a slight expression on his face. Jiang Feng kept staring at his face to see that he seemed to have something to say, but finally he went back again.

"You should eat with your family on your birthday, and with your classmates at any time." Fang Yaqing said.

"I told my classmates last week that when I ca n’t eat at home, I eat at home every day!" Fang Yaqing was still upset.

"Don't make this excuse for wanting everyone to eat together because you came back from a business trip." Fang Yaqing was also fun to quarrel with her dad, and it was her who took the initiative to turn off the fire, and it eased a little after a few quarrels It may be because there is no quarrel.

Fang Yaqing's father didn't have any expression on his face when he talked, and his tone was very bland. It was absolutely impossible to quarrel with such a person, it only made people feel that they were arguing with themselves.

"Will grandparents come tonight?" Fang Yaqing asked.

"will come."

"That's pretty much the same." Fang Yaqing was holding the pastry she had just bought and preparing to return to the room, adding as if remembering something, "I said to my classmates that I will go out for dinner this Saturday, Dad, I will tell you in advance Alright, don't do anything else this Saturday to keep me out. "

"Ok."

"By the way, Dad, what about my birthday present? You haven't bought me anything since you've been out on business for so long?" Fang Yaqing reached out to her dad for a present.

"In the trunk."

"What about the suitcase?"

Fang Yaqing's father paused. "At school."

"Why don't you take the suitcase home, will you be back tonight?" Fang Yaqing asked.

"The project has not yet ..."

"Oh, I see." Fang Yaqing poked her lips, this time she was really ready to return to the house.

Fang Yaqing's father picked up the peach cake with some temperature on the table and handed it to Fang Yaqing, saying, "Freshly baked incense, eat less."

"I don't like peach crisps." Fang Yaqing was a little unhappy.

"It's just delicious."

"Oh." Fang Yaqin returned to the room with three bags, Jiang Feng followed.

When Fang Yaqing quarreled with his dad just now, Jiang Feng took the opportunity to visit her house, a house with 3 rooms and 2 halls. The decoration is very simple. There are two bedrooms and one study, and the study has two shelves, but I don't know why one of the shelves is empty. Jiang Feng suspects that it may be an old shelf that hasn't had time to be removed.

There is also a small bookshelf in Fang Yaqing's room, with some books and textbooks on it, and a stack of tutoring books on the desk, which is a normal junior high school girl's room.

Fang Yaqing threw her schoolbag on the ground, and when she sat on the chair, she opened the bag with snacks and ate at the desk.

First eat sesame crisps, then Dingsheng cakes, and when both bags are finished, Fang Yaqing looks at the already hot cakes.

Fang Yaqing took out a piece of shortbread from the bag ~ www.readwn.com ~ scratched her mouth and bit a bite.

"Humph!"

Jiang Feng was surrounded by the fog, and Fang Yaqing murmured in the fog.

"I definitely don't remember I didn't buy a gift for my birthday and I lied and put the suitcase in school."

Jiang Feng after leaving memory :? ? ?

So what does this memory mean?

Is a junior high school girl angry at her father forgetting her birthday?

Jiang Feng felt that he hadn't figured out why he had suddenly obtained this memory of Fang Yaqing because he had eaten Zheng Da's peach crisp?

The peach crisp Jiang Feng made by Zheng Da also ate. It was delicious, but it should not be delicious enough to be remembered for 10 years.

With this doubt, Jiang Feng ordered a recipe.