Life is a Game

Zhang Guanghang's room is very big, to be precise, there is no small room in Fenyuan. Putting aside the house that was big enough to accommodate dozens of people, now only Xia Mubing and Zhang Guanghang live in it, it is a bit scary and a bit wasteful. Even if a large part of it has been converted into a private restaurant, the rest The living area is still quite affluent.

Zhang Guanghang walked all the way, through the garden, stone bridge, main hall and corridor to his bedroom. Along the way, Jiang Feng also discovered that although Fenyuan is big, the furniture is very simple. Zhang Guanghang's room may be a little better. It is a relatively normal room with desks and bookcases, which are necessary furniture for children's bedrooms.

Jiang Feng just looked through the wall into a room that he didn't know if it was a guest room or something. It was empty except for a small bed, which looked like a rough house.

After Zhang Guanghang returned to his room, he didn't take a nap as Xia Mubing said, nor did he take the initiative to learn to do his homework. Instead, he opened his draft book and sat at his desk in a daze.

The draft book is not the white paper draft book that sells drafts at the back, it is Xia Mubing's self-made draft book bound with cheaper and thinner paper. Zhang Guanghang held the pen in his hand, stared at the white paper, thought for a long time, and finally wrote down the sentence Jiang Feng saw in the tin box in French on the paper.

I wrote three sentences in a row.

Jiang Feng seemed to understand what Zhang Guanghang was writing.

Birthday cake, hymn, a group photo, combined with what Zhang Guanghang asked Xia Mubing before, it is not difficult to guess that what Zhang Guanghang is writing now should be the birthday present he is going to give Xia Mubing on Xia Mubing's birthday tomorrow.

Just as Zhang Guanghang was about to write the fourth sentence, Xia Mubing suddenly pushed the door open.

Seeing that Zhang Guanghang was writing at the desk instead of taking a nap, Xia Mubing looked a little unhappy, and frowned, "Didn't I tell you to go to bed before doing homework? Why is there such a rush when doing homework? Isn't it just a little bit?" Homework? You must sleep first, how can you grow tall if you don’t sleep, and your milk will be for nothing if you don’t sleep enough.”

"I'm writing a task list, and I'll go to bed when I'm done." Zhang Guanghang took advantage of Xia Mubing's incomprehension of French and started talking nonsense.

"That's just right. I have something to discuss with you." Xia Mubing sat by the bed.

Zhang Guanghang turned around to face Xia Mubing, pretending to be listening carefully.

"Xiaohang, I think it's time for you to return home."

"Isn't it scheduled to go back in half a month?" Zhang Guanghang didn't understand what Xia Mubing meant.

"I mean, you don't have to come here after you go back this time."

Zhang Guanghang was stunned, and asked, "Why? Master, I haven't finished my studies. I still don't know how to cook a lot. Didn't you say that I'm still in the stage of practicing basic skills?"

"Basic skills can be practiced anywhere. You are already at the age of junior high school. You should go back to school and stay with your parents. You can't stay away from school all day like now, and spend two months a year. It's time to ask some kind of tutor to make up lessons, what's the deal?" Although Xia Mubing said this, it was obvious that he himself was not very happy when he said this.

Zhang Guanghang didn't quite understand why Xia Mubing said that, but Jiang Feng, who was watching from the side, probably guessed it.

Xia Mubing was worried.

Because you care, you will have concerns.

Zhang Guanghang came to Beiping with Xia Mubing when he was less than ten years old. At that time, he looked like a child, and Xia Mubing walked around with him all day long, and the neighbors in the neighborhood would not find it strange. But Zhang Guanghang is of Chinese-French mixed race, and he grew up much faster than oriental children of the same age. In just a few years, he has grown from a child to a teenager. Who was Xia Mubing related to? He asked Xia Mubing why your grandson didn't seem to need to go to school.

People who knew that Zhang Guanghang was Xia Mubing's apprentice would occasionally whisper to others behind their backs that the French were so weird, they didn't go to school well at such a young age, and they came to Peiping to learn how to cook, their parents were really kind.

Xia Mubing never cared about these words before.

He loved too few people in his life, and the time he loved was too short, almost all of them were concentrated in the first half of his life. Before he accepted Zhang Guanghang as his apprentice, he was just a ruthless money-making machine, who didn't care what happened around him or the world. What kind of changes, the only thing I care about is money.

So when he began to notice that the world had changed, he realized that the world was not what he knew it to be.

In his opinion, it is normal for Zhang Guanghang to leave his hometown to study with a teacher for a craft at a young age, but in the eyes of others, this is an incredible thing.

He has been out of touch with the times and is an outlier, and he doesn't want his apprentice to be out of touch with the times and become an outlier.

He wanted Zhang Guanghang to live the life a thirteen-year-old child should live, to go to school and stay with his parents instead of leaving his hometown to be his apprentice.

But Zhang Guanghang was never a normal kid.

"I don't want to." Zhang Guanghang shook his head. "I don't need to go back to school. Hiring a tutor is enough for me to complete the homework I should learn. I'm not going to take the university entrance exam, and I don't need to study extra courses."

"And I don't need to stay with my parents, and they don't need to stay with me." Zhang Guanghang's eyes were full of indifference.

Zhang Guanghang glanced at the note that had just been written on the table, and changed the subject very bluntly and forcibly: "Master, let's take a group photo tomorrow."

Xia Mubing immediately changed the topic very cooperatively, and stopped mentioning what happened just now: "What are you doing taking pictures?"

"Tomorrow is your birthday, Master. Of course, I have to take a photo to commemorate it. My grandpa will take a photo with me every year on my birthday." Mentioning this, Zhang Guanghang suddenly sighed, "But I have been there for several years. I haven’t taken photos with my grandpa, and I may not see my grandpa again this year when I go back. Aunt Grace said that my grandpa is sick and is currently in the hospital for treatment, so I don’t know if my grandpa will be better when I go back.”

Xia Mubing realized something, and asked tentatively, "When did your aunt tell you?"

"You told me that the last time you called."

"Go to the photo studio to take pictures tomorrow, get up early and don't stay in bed, go after shopping." Xia Mubing stood up from the bed, the topic changed so quickly that Zhang Guanghang didn't even react, and he didn't respond to Zhang Guanghang time, leave a sentence to go to bed and left.

When he left, he was even a little angry, and he didn't know what angered him.

Zhang Guanghang:? ? ?

Zhang Guanghang glanced at the fourth piece of unfinished paper on the table, and instead of continuing to write, he obediently got up and went to bed.

Jiang Feng sighed.

He let out a sigh that he didn't know why.