Life is a Game

(It's chapter five hundred and sixty-nine, a wrong chapter in daily life 〒_〒)

Coming to the men's room on the second floor, which he hadn't visited for a long time, Jiang Feng opened the attribute panel, and even felt like coming home.

Skip directly to [Jiang Xiaoran's memory] and click [Fang Yaqing's memory] to select Yes, and Jiang Feng is instantly shrouded in mist.

Jiang Feng found himself on the side of the street.

It should be a quiet afternoon, the sun is just right, and the warmth is sprinkled on the body. It is not hot and dry, and there is a gentle breeze blowing the leaves in the green belt rustling.

There were no vehicles on the road, but there were some students riding bicycles with schoolbags on their backs. The shops on the street are all open normally, but the signboards are a bit old, and they sell everything, printing shop, building materials store, hardware store, grocery store, and a noodle shop, which seems to be an old street.

It should be a leisurely environment, but Jiang Feng always felt that the atmosphere was a little weird.

He followed behind a father and daughter.

His father was a middle-aged man with a very elegant appearance. He was meticulous in his formal attire, and his leather shoes were polished clean and shiny. He was obviously a person who paid great attention to his appearance.

The daughter should be Fang Yaqing. She is wearing a school uniform and carrying a schoolbag. She is still in junior high school at her age. She wears a monotonous ponytail and wears ordinary canvas shoes. She walks listlessly beside her father, looking unhappy.

The two walked like this without any communication or even making a sound. Fang Yaqing walked unhappily and kicked the stones on the ground. Her father didn't care, and her father didn't seem to care about anything.

Jiang Feng stared at Fang Yaqin's father's eyes carefully, and felt that his eyes seemed to be looking ahead but not like looking forward, making it impossible to guess what he was looking at and thinking, and gave the impression that he was a very indifferent person.

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

If it weren't for the sound of the wind, footsteps, bicycle bells and the sound of shopkeepers talking to customers from the shops on the street, Jiang Feng would have suspected that he was watching a mime.

Absurd and weird, creepy and chilling.

The atmosphere between Fang Yaqin and her father couldn't be described as weird anymore, it was like the scene of a horror movie.

Jiang Feng felt that as long as the father and daughter turned a random corner and walked a few more steps in an empty alley, keeping this atmosphere and pulling the camera to follow the whole process, the big screen could be pulled directly without editing.

The horror atmosphere is so good, it belongs to the type that makes people feel more flustered the more they watch it.

Then the father and daughter turned the corner.

However, instead of turning into an empty alley, he turned into the community. Jiang Feng could clearly see a large residential area in front of him, and there were some scattered shops on the periphery of the residential area.

It seems that the two of them are going home.

Jiang Feng couldn't help but look back and forth between father and daughter, trying to determine whether Fang Yaqing and her father had gotten into a fight or if they had always gotten along like this. Although Fang Yaqing looked a little angry, her father didn't respond at all. Fang Yaqing seemed to be angry with herself.

When the two reached the gate of the community, Fang Yaqing's father turned around and was about to enter.

"I'm going to buy food." Fang Yaqing said, regardless of her father's reaction, she went straight to the pastry shop in front.

Fang Yaqing's father stopped, turned around, and followed Fang Yaqing.

Jiang Feng looked up at the name of the pastry shop, and found that the pastry shop had no name, and the signboard was empty, just a plaque.

Jiang Feng sighed that this memory was full of weirdness everywhere, and followed Fang Yaqing into the pastry shop.

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

There is no one in the window but there are voices inside, it is estimated that the pastry chef is busy inside.

"Is anyone there?" Fang Yaqing called.

"Yes, wait a minute." Jiang Feng was surprised to find that the voice sounded familiar to him.

Not long after, Zheng Da came out with a plate of freshly baked peach cakes.

Ten years ago, Zheng Dabi was fatter now, sweated a lot after working in the kitchen for a long time, his whole face looked greasy, and he had the image of a middle-aged greasy man.

Jiang Feng:? ? ?

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

"I'm his father, he went on a blind date." Zheng Da said.

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

"Okay." Zheng Da began to stuff pastries into the bag unskillfully, and almost spilled the pastries in the bag when he was on the scale.

"Is 22 yuan okay?" Zheng Da asked.

"Yes." Fang Yaqing took out the money.

Fang Yaqing's father had been standing behind watching, and Jiang Feng noticed that his eyes were actually on the freshly baked peach cakes.

"Peach crisps worth 20 yuan." Fang Yaqing's father said suddenly.

Zheng Da weighed another 20 yuan peach cake for him, and this time it was accurate. Jiang Feng saw that the price displayed on the electronic scale was 20 yuan 46 cents.

The father and daughter just carried their own, continued to look after each other and went home silently.

It wasn't until they got home that the two of them put the cakes they had bought on the table, and Fang Yaqing lost her temper preemptively.

"Yesterday, my mother and I agreed to go out for dinner with my classmates tonight. Today is my birthday. Why can't I go out for dinner with my classmates? Why did you come to pick me up at the school gate?" Fang Yaqing said angrily, obviously holding back It's just that it's not easy to get angry outside.

"I called your mother at noon. She will go shopping in the afternoon and eat at home in the evening." Fang Yaqing's father said, with no expression on his face, looking very indifferent.

"Why, my classmates and I have agreed, why don't you let me go out to eat after you come back from a business trip?" Fang Yaqing became even more angry.

This time, Fang Yaqing's father's face showed a wave of expression. Jiang Feng kept staring at his face to see that he seemed to have something to say, but finally held back.

"On birthdays, you should have dinner with your family, and you can eat with your classmates anytime," Fang Yaqing's father said.

"I told my classmates last week that I can't eat when I eat at home. I eat at home every day!" Fang Yaqing was still unhappy.

"Don't make excuses just because you came back from a business trip and want everyone to have dinner together." Fang Yaqing's quarrel with her father was also interesting. Maybe it's because there's nothing to quarrel about.

Fang Yaqing's father didn't have any expression on his face when he spoke, and his tone was very flat. It is absolutely impossible to quarrel with this kind of person, it will only make people feel that they are arguing with themselves.

"Will grandparents come tonight?" Fang Yaqing asked.

"will come."

"That's about the same." Fang Yaqing grabbed the pastry she had just bought and was about to go back to her room, adding as if she remembered something, "My classmate and I agreed to go out for dinner this Saturday, Dad, I'll tell you in advance Well, don't come up with anything else to keep me out this Saturday."

"Um."

"By the way, Dad, where's my birthday present? You've been away on business for so long, so there's no way you didn't buy me anything, right?" Fang Yaqing reached out to ask her father for a present.

"In the trunk."

"Where's the suitcase?"

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

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

"The project has not yet..."

"Oh, I see." Fang Yaqing curled her lips, this time she was really going to go back to the house.

Fang Yaqing's father picked up the peach cakes that were still warm on the table and handed them to Fang Yaqing, saying, "Eat less of the freshly baked incense."

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

"It's delicious just out of the oven."

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

When Fang Yaqing was arguing with his father just now, Jiang Feng took the opportunity to visit her house, a house with 3 bedrooms and 2 halls. The decoration is very simple. There are two bedrooms and a study room. There are two bookshelves in the study room, but I don't know why one of the bookshelves is empty. Jiang Feng suspects that it may be an old bookshelf that hasn't had time to ask someone to remove it.

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

Fang Yaqing threw her schoolbag on the ground, sat down on a chair, opened the bag of snacks, and sat at the desk to eat.

Eat the sesame crisp candy first, and then Dingsheng cake. After finishing the two bags, Fang Yaqing turned her attention to the lukewarm shortbread.

Fang Yaqing took out a piece of shortbread from the bag, curled her lips, and took a bite.

"snort!"

Jiang Feng was surrounded by mist, and Fang Yaqing mumbled something vaguely in the mist.

"It must be because I don't remember that I didn't buy a present for my birthday, and I lied that I left the suitcase at school."

Jiang Feng after leaving the memory:? ? ?

So what is this memory trying to express?

A junior high school girl's anger at her father for forgetting her birthday?

Jiang Feng felt that he looked at the memory and didn't understand why he suddenly got Fang Yaqing's memory just now. Is it because Fang Yaqing ate Zheng Da's peach cake?

Jiang Feng also ate the peach crisp made by Zheng Da. It was delicious, but it should not be so delicious that people can remember it for 10 years.

With this doubt, Jiang Feng clicked on the menu.