Life is a Game

The fog cleared quickly, almost fleetingly. After the fog cleared, Jiang Feng found himself in the Jiang family's old house in Beiping.

It's not from outside the customs, it's from Peking.

When Jiang Feng first saw this memory, he thought that the Jiang family's old house referred to the old house outside the pass that was sold by Jiang Hengzhong, but he didn't expect it to be this small courtyard house in Beiping.

The provider of this memory is this house. In order to judge his scope of activities, Jiang Feng first tried his best to walk all the places he could go, and found that his scope of activities was limited to this small courtyard. The walls cannot be penetrated.

The siheyuan is not big, it is a small house once entered, which is in the shape of a word. It was the same as what Jiang Feng had seen in memory a few times before, without much change.

Because of the large number of children in the family, all the rooms were basically converted into bedrooms, and even the firewood room was piled up in the corner of the kitchen without any firewood. Jiang Feng looked around for a while, and finally figured out the structure of the house thoroughly.

Entering the door is the small yard in the center. There are some sundries piled up in the yard, such as wooden barrels, tricycles, and unfinished cabbage. seasoning. There were no flowers in the ground, but there were a few flower pots by the wall, and there were some nameless flowers that looked pretty but Jiang Feng couldn't name them.

There are two larger rooms on the left and right sides of the yard respectively. From the decorations in the rooms, Jiang Feng can probably guess that these two rooms belong to Jiang Chengde and Jiang Huiqin respectively. The other three rooms are relatively small, all in the The place where the light is not very transparent at the corners should be the place where the seven brothers of the Jiang family live.

The kitchen is in the corner, relatively small, with only two small windows, one facing the outside and the other facing the yard. Jiang Feng had seen this kitchen more than once before in his memory, and it looked the same, small and clean. But Jiang Feng felt that this memory should be earlier than the two memories he saw about the Jiang family's old house before, because the big steamer he saw behind him was not in the kitchen now.

The old house is also very quiet, very quiet, only the chirping of birds and insects without human voices.

Not a single person.

If Jiang Chengde and the older sons were going to work in Taifeng Building, it seemed strange that Jiang Huiqin and the other younger sons were not at home. There is a breath of life everywhere in this house. Although there are many small objects in a mess, there is order in the chaos. There are cloth tigers and small wooden toys in the bedroom of the younger children, pens, ink, paper and inkstones in the bedroom of the older children, and there are even junior high school textbooks on the table in Jiang Huiqin's room.

This shouldn't be an empty house.

It should be full of laughter and life.

Just when Jiang Feng was wondering where everyone was going, the door opened.

What opened earlier than the door was Jiang Huiqin's silver bell-like laughter, and the immature voice of a child, obviously.

Coupled with this house that can't be called at all, exquisite, luxurious, and everyone's style, but antique and full of sense of time, Jiang Feng instantly remembered the excerpts from the Dream of Red Mansions that he read in his high school Chinese textbook.

Dan lips heard it before laughing.

Of course Jiang Huiqin is not Wang Xifeng, Wang Xifeng will not be wearing a school uniform, holding the youngest nephew in her left hand, who is obviously the old man, followed by two small carrot heads, and a vegetable basket full of vegetables on her right arm.

Jiang Huiqin led her nephews to go grocery shopping.

Jiang Feng felt that Jiang Weiguo was only two or three years old at this time, no wonder Jiang Huiqin was still in school.

As soon as she entered the house, Jiang Huiqin put Jiang Weiguo on the ground and let him go by herself. She shook her already sore left arm and walked straight to the kitchen with a vegetable basket.

"Auntie, Auntie, Auntie, what are we having for dinner?" Jiang Weiyou and Jiang Weiping followed Jiang Huiqin persistently, asking what to eat tonight.

"Eat fried cabbage, the rest depends on what kind of vegetables your father brings back at night." Jiang Huiqin walked into the kitchen and started washing the vegetables.

After washing the dishes, Jiang Huiqin started cleaning the house again, sweeping the floor, wiping the table, wiping the cabinets, tidying up the room messed up by several nephews, without stopping for a moment. It wasn't until night fell, when it was getting darker, that she entered the kitchen and steamed a bowl of eggs for a few radish heads, including herself. Each person has a small bowl and a small spoon, sitting in a row in the yard while watching the stars and the moon, while eating delicious steamed eggs.

So far, Jiang Feng has not seen anything special about this old house that is worthy of special memory.

It feels like the daily life of the ordinary Jiang family. It is estimated that everyone lives like this every day. It will not change until the days pass, the children grow up, Jiang Huiqin talks about marriage, and marrying into the Li family.

After eating the steamed eggs, Jiang Huiqin washed the bowls and spoons, and Jiang Weiyou, Jiang Weiping, and Jiang Weiguo were clamoring in the yard for Jiang Huiqin to tell them stories.

Jiang Huiqin never stopped doing anything, and took out the Chinese textbooks to read to them when she entered the room.

Jiang Feng:?

Tai aunt, I really have you!

In just a few minutes, the three radish heads who were originally noisy were stunned by Jiang Huiqin's Chinese textbook - because Jiang Huiqin was reading classical Chinese.

After subduing the three little radish heads, Jiang Huiqin leaned back on the chair and looked at the moon in peace, waiting for her brother and other nephews to go home for dinner.

Jiang Feng and Jiang Huiqin looked at the moon like this, watching the moon rise higher and higher, hanging in the night sky and emitting full moonlight, making the surrounding stars look extremely dim.

Jiang Huiqin yawned.

"What time is it? Why hasn't my brother come back?" Jiang Huiqin murmured, obviously a little impatient, she got up and went to the kitchen to fry a plate of cabbage, and then went to the room to pick up three carrots that were having fun. Call out to eat.

White rice with cabbage is light and filling.

The three little radish heads didn't dislike it either. They were obviously very hungry. They picked up half a bowl of rice with their rice bowls in their hands, and then began to eat cabbage that was tasteless and oily. Although the cabbage looks not good, the three radish heads are very supportive, and they are very happy to eat, and they are very focused on eating.

On the contrary, Jiang Huiqin had been looking at the door frequently, obviously wondering why Jiang Chengde and the others hadn't come back yet.

Finally, the door opened.

Jiang Huiqin, who had only eaten half a bowl of rice, put down her chopsticks and ran towards the door, complaining while running: "Brother, why did you come back so late today, Wei You, Wei Ping, Wei Guo are all so fast!" Hungry."

"There are a lot of customers in the store today." Jiang Chengde was obviously tired, and he didn't want to say anything. He signaled his eldest son with his eyes to bring out the food in the lunch box, and went to the table to pour a bowl of water.

"Brother, there's no water in the pot. I'll go to the kitchen to pour water for you. You can sit down first." Jiang Huiqin walked quickly to the kitchen to pour water for Jiang Chengde. Jiang Weize and Jiang Weijin took out the dishes from the lunch box and served them on the table .

Although it was specially brought back from Taifeng Building, it is not a particularly good dish. Jiang Feng looked at it, and found that three of the four dishes were vegan, and there was one dish with some sliced ​​meat added to it. Although it was put in the lunch box for a long time, it was made to look ugly by the water vapor and it was not as good as when it was just out of the pot, but it was better than Jiang Huiqin's fried cabbage.

The family began to sit around and eat together.

"By the way, Huiqin, I heard that your school is going to put on a drama performance two days ago. Have you participated?" Jiang Chengde asked suddenly.

"No, if you participate, you will spend a lot of time on practice and rehearsal every day. I don't have so much time. Besides, I don't think acting in plays is very interesting. Why don't the school organize us to go to the movies together." Jiang Huiqin said.

Jiang Chengde shook his head helplessly: "You are so beautiful, you still go to the movies. Movie tickets don't cost money?"

Jiang Huiqin made a face at Jiang Chengde: "What's wrong with collecting dozens of oceans a year for tuition and organizing us to watch a free movie?"

"Auntie, I want to watch a movie too, but I haven't seen a movie yet!" Jiang Weiping raised his head.

Jiang Huiqin smiled and patted his head: "You can't even understand the stories my aunt told, and you definitely can't understand the movies. There's nothing interesting about the movies, so can my aunt bring you candy twists when she comes back from school tomorrow?"

"Good!" Jiang Weiping was very happy.

Jiang Huiqin didn't help wash the dishes after dinner, Jiang Weize and Jiang Weiming did the dishes. Jiang Huiqin dragged Jiang Chengde, who wanted to go back to his room to rest, into her room with a mysterious expression, and took out a small cloth bag from the closet, layer upon layer, and unwrapped layer after layer, finally revealing a small iron box .

"Brother, didn't you say that Mr. Peng gave us a box of good tea last time, and our family was rude to return to him? Look at this!" Jiang Huiqin handed the tin box to Jiang Chengde like a treasure, and Jiang Chengde took the box Open it and find a box of tea inside.

Jiang Chengde took a closer look and smelled it, showing surprise: "Where did you get such a good aged Pu'er?"

"Mingyi gave it to me today. He didn't know where he found out that you like to drink Pu'er. It took a lot of effort to get this small can of good old Pu'er. I don't know who passed it on. I don't like to drink tea, but I have to accept everything he gave away, so you can take him to Master Peng tomorrow as a gift in return." Jiang Huiqin said.

"This is from Mingyi, it's not good for me to pass it on to others." Jiang Chengde was a little embarrassed.

"I told him, he doesn't mind, just make the best use of everything." Jiang Huiqin rewrapped the tea leaves, "Tomorrow I will wrap the tea leaves in a beautiful box and put them on the table outside. You go to Yonghe Residence Remember to take it before."

"En." Jiang Chengde nodded in agreement, turned around and was about to leave, but was stopped by Jiang Huiqin again.

"By the way, brother, I've always wanted to ask you. When you first discussed cooking with other gentlemen two years ago, didn't you discuss it with Mr. Peng? I remember that you discussed it for more than two months at that time, and Mr. Peng often Come to our house, why are you going to Mr. Peng to discuss it every day?"

"It was supposed to be over, but I found out some time ago that there were still some small flaws, so I wanted to talk to Master Peng again." Jiang Chengde explained.

"Will it work?" Jiang Huiqin was puzzled.

"it works."

Seeing Jiang Huiqin's disbelief, Jiang Chengde smiled and said, "Why, don't you believe me?"

Jiang Huiqin shook her head: "No, it's just that everyone learns their cooking skills from themselves, for fear that others will steal their own unique skills. I have never heard of mutual reference and discussion. During this time, some classmates have been asking What have you been doing these past few years? I can't tell."

"And I don't think the dishes you cook are any different from before." Jiang Huiqin's words can be said to be quite straightforward.

"There will be a difference." Jiang Chengde smiled, "There will be soon."