Life is a Game

"No, no, this is absolutely not possible. There has never been such a reason. How can you communicate casually if the craftsmanship is handed down from family? I don't need yours, so don't come to me again."

Before the fog cleared, Jiang Feng heard the series of voices full of rejection.

"Master Peng, Master Peng..."

The fog cleared.

Jiang Feng saw Jiang Chengde, who was slightly younger than the last one in his memory, being pushed out by a middle-aged man who looked familiar, but overall very strange. He must have never seen him before.

Jiang Feng was at the door of Yonghe Residence. He was standing inside the door with a middle-aged man whom he had never seen before. Jiang Chengde was pushed out of the door just now.

Jiang Feng took two steps out tentatively, but found that he couldn't go out. Zhaizi Chengjing's memory was bad because of this, and the range of activities was too limited.

"Master Peng, please think again." Jiang Chengde's posture was very low, and it seemed that he wanted something from others.

Known as Master Peng, the person suspected to be Grandpa Peng Changping waved his hands decisively, with an impossible expression on his face: "Impossible, I don't have to consider this matter."

"Xiao Jiang, I appreciate you very much. There are discussions on everything, but there is no discussion on this matter. Not only is there no discussion here, let me tell you, you will never find a single person who will agree with your idea in the entire city of Beiping, Tian Fangye Tan, don't even think about it!"

Very decisive.

Master Peng closed the door of Yonghe Residence with a bang, locked Jiang Chengde outside, and went to the kitchen without looking back.

"Father, we won't open the door for business today? Did Boss Lu agree to the closing of the door?" Peng Changping's father, the young version of Master Peng that Jiang Feng had seen in the kitchen before, timidly peeped out of the kitchen. Head, whispered.

Old Master Peng: ...

"Go and open the door." Old Master Peng left this sentence angrily, patted his pants, and went into the kitchen.

Master Peng could only walk to the door silently and reopen the door.

Jiang Chengde still didn't leave the door, the two looked at each other, the atmosphere was indescribably awkward.

"Master Jiang, my father won't agree. You should go back first. Taifeng Building will be open as normal today, right?" Master Peng persuaded.

Jiang Chengde, who had been shut down, looked a little depressed. This was the first time Jiang Feng saw his grandpa, who had always been calm and serious, and even a little dull, show such an expression.

"Master Xiao Peng, do you think my idea is wrong?" Jiang Chengde was not only frustrated, but also a little confused.

"I can't say." Master Peng squeezed out a smile, "I actually heard what you said to my father just now. It is indeed a fairy tale. There has never been such a precedent."

"But I think it might be a good way." Master Peng smiled, "It's just that it's impossible here in my family. The situation of our two families is so similar. How can it be possible to pass on the skills passed down from family to outsiders? You don't want me Dad is a teacher. And I think you are good at cooking now, just practice your own and there is no need to learn other dishes."

"What are you doing outside, you little bastard? How long has it been since you were asked to open the door, why don't you come in and help me, are you trying to exhaust your father and me?" Old Master Peng's scolding came from the kitchen behind. .

"My father urged me and I won't tell you anymore. Really, if you really want to do this, try another place, my father will definitely not agree, don't come again." After speaking, Master Peng hurried back left the kitchen, leaving only Jiang Chengde standing at the door of Yongheju.

Jiang Chengde stood at the door for a while, then left.

A fog.

Jiang Feng:? ? ?

Is it true that Yongheju is getting older and becoming forgetful and can't even remember all the memories? What the hell is this?

If this were compared to a TV series, Jiang Feng felt that he had just watched the opening song and then it was gone.

Then Jiang Feng realized that something was wrong.

He has been in the fog.

Under normal circumstances, when the fog enters the memory, it will be unstable, ranging from a few seconds to two or three minutes. The fog that comes out of the memory is usually very short, seven or eight seconds at most.

He said that he stayed in the fog for more than a minute and there was no sign of it going to disperse, but it was getting thicker and thicker.

Could it be that it was forgetfulness or Alzheimer's disease, or that the torch burned Yongheju's brain back then, causing the memory to become confused.

Jiang Feng usually stood still in the room, but this time the fog was really weird, even weirder than Sun Maocai remembered last time, Jiang Feng started to walk around.

Then he heard the voice, walked in the direction of the voice, the voice became clearer and clearer, it was Jiang Chengde's voice.

"Master Peng, maybe I was too reckless yesterday. After I went back, I thought about it carefully. I think we can..."

The voice disappeared, as if running forward suddenly, Jiang Feng quickly stepped forward, chasing the disappearing voice.

"Master Peng, if you are worried, we can start with the communication. Yesterday I..."

run again.

"Master Peng, I have a new idea here, take a look..."

continue.

"Master Peng, why don't you think about it..."

do not stop.

"Master Peng..."

"..."

Jiang Feng felt that he was extremely tired. He began to pant heavily, began to sweat, and began to feel strenuous. This was the first time he felt such a real feeling in his memory. Although he couldn't see anything in the fog, Jiang Feng felt that the process of running just now was to keep pushing open one door after another. Inside each door was Jiang Chengde's persuasion to Master Peng. Every day, every run is the passing of time.

He couldn't judge the direction, couldn't see the way ahead, and didn't even know how many miles he had run. He could only run forward based on his feeling, abandoning all judgments, and chasing those intermittent words that never finished. .

Finally, Jiang Feng felt that he could not run anymore.

The words he could hear were getting shorter and shorter. At first, there might be complete sentences, but later it became half a sentence, half a sentence, a small half sentence, a few words, and in the end there were only a few trills that didn't even have a ligature.

Jiang Feng stopped and gasped for breath.

He was so tired, he had never been so tired before, and he felt like he was going to run out of breath.

"Master Jiang, what exactly do you want?" This was the voice of Peng Changping's father. In front of him, Jiang Feng staggered forward a few steps, his tired legs shaking.

But he was still walking forward, as if chasing something.

He didn't know why he was still going forward.

He knew that Jiang Chengde's words, Master Peng's purpose was to pursue what he wanted in his heart, to communicate, to learn, and to prove the way.

But what is he for?

He is just a spectator, he can't even see, he can only hear, but he can't hear completely, in the fog, why is he running?

Jiang Feng felt that he must be for something, something inexplicable that had nothing to do with all of this.

"You said, this is not learning, nor asking for advice, but communication. You said that you will not sell any dishes you have learned in Taifeng Building, and you are willing to exchange Jiang's ginseng soup, but after learning, you can't buy it. If you don’t know how to use it, why do you want to learn it?”

Jiang Feng was still walking forward.

"I don't know either." This was Jiang Chengde's voice.

"But I know that I must learn, because only by learning can I know what I really want."

Jiang Feng left his memory.