Coming to the men's toilet on the second floor again, which he hadn't come to for a long time, Jiang Feng opened the attribute panel, and even had a feeling of going home.

Directly skimming over [A Memory of Jiang Xiaoran] Click [A Memory of Fang Yaqing] to choose yes, Jiang Feng was instantly shrouded in mist.

Jiang Feng found himself on the side of the street.

It should be a quiet afternoon, and the sun is just right, and the warmth is sprinkled on the body. It's not hot, but the leaves in the green belt are rustling in the gentle breeze.

There were no cars on the road, but there were some students riding bicycles with school bags on their backs. The shops on the street are all open for business, but the signboards are a little old, selling everything, printing shops, building materials stores, hardware stores, grocery stores, and a noodle shop, which looks like an old street.

It was supposed to be a laid-back environment, but Jiang Feng always felt that the atmosphere was a little weird.

He followed behind a father and daughter.

The father is a middle-aged man, very elegant in appearance, meticulous in formal clothes, and the leather shoes on his feet are also wiped clean and shiny, obviously a person who pays attention to appearance.

The daughter should be Fang Yaqing, wearing a school uniform and carrying a schoolbag, looking at her age, she should still be in junior high school, wearing a monotonous ponytail and ordinary canvas shoes, walking listlessly next to her father, looking not very happy.

The two of them walked like this, without any communication or even sound. Fang Yaqing kicked the stones on the ground while walking unhappily, and her father didn't care, 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 ahead, making people unable to guess what he was looking at, and what he wanted gave people the impression that he was a very indifferent person.

The two of them walked along this old street for more than ten minutes, as if they were two strangers who just happened to walk together.

If not, he could still hear the wind, footsteps, the bells of bicycles, and the sound of shopkeepers talking to customers in the shops on the street, Jiang Feng had to suspect that he was watching a mime.

Absurd and eerie, it makes people shudder.

The atmosphere between Fang Yaqin and her father can no longer be described as eccentric, it is simply a horror movie shooting scene.

Jiang Feng felt that the father and daughter just had to turn a corner and take a few more steps into an alley where no one was around, and keep this atmosphere all the time, pull the camera to follow the whole process, and the editing would not directly pull on the big screen.

The horror atmosphere is so good that it belongs to the type that makes people feel more and more panicked the more they look at it.

Then the father and daughter turned the corner.

However, instead of turning into an alley where no one was around, it was turning into a community, Jiang Feng could clearly see that there was a large residential area in front of him, and there were some scattered shops on the periphery of the residential area.

It looks like 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 an awkward fall or if their father and daughter had always gotten along like this. Although Fang Yaqing looked a little angry, her father didn't react at all, Fang Yaqing seemed to be angry with herself.

The two walked to the door of the community, and Fang Yaqing and his father turned around to go in.

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

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

Jiang Feng looked up at the name of the pastry shop and found that this pastry shop had no name, and there was an empty plaque on the signboard.

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

The door of this pastry shop is not big, but the area inside is quite large, and in addition to the display cabinet, there are also a few tables and chairs for diners to eat in the store.

There was no one in the window, but there was a sound inside, and it was estimated that the pastry chef was busy inside.

"Anyone?" Fang Yaqing shouted.

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

It didn't take long for Zheng Da to come out with a plate of freshly baked peach cakes.

Ten years ago, Zheng Dabi was fatter now, and he sweated a lot after working in the kitchen for a long time, and his whole face looked oily, 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 dad, and he went on a blind date. Zheng Dadao.

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

"Okay. Zheng Da started his business by stuffing pastries into the bag unskillfully, and almost spilled the pastries in the bag when he got on the scale.

"Is 22 yuan okay?" Zheng Da asked.

"Yes. Fang Yaqing took out the money.

Fang Yaqing and his father had been standing behind and watching, and Jiang Feng noticed that his gaze actually fell on the freshly baked peach cake.

"Weigh 20 yuan peach crisp. Fang Yaqing's father suddenly spoke.

Zheng Da weighed him another 20 yuan peach cake, this time it was accurate, Jiang Feng saw that the price displayed on the electronic scale was 20 yuan 4 cents 6.

The father and daughter carried each other individually, and continued to look at each other and go home silently.

It wasn't until they returned home that the two put the pastries they bought on the table that Fang Yaqing preemptively started her temper.

"Yesterday I and my mother agreed that I would go out to dinner with my classmates tonight, today is my birthday, why can't I go out to eat with my classmates?

"I called your mom at noon, and she would go grocery shopping in the afternoon and eat at home in the evening. Fang Yaqing's father said, with no expression on his face and looking indifferent.

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

This time, there was a trace of expression fluctuation on Fang Yaqing's father's face, Jiang Feng kept staring at his face to see that he seemed to have something to say, but in the end he held it back.

"On my birthday, I should eat with my family, and I can eat with my classmates at any time. Fang Yaqing's father said.

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

"You don't want to make this excuse just because you came back from a business trip and want everyone to eat together. Fang Yaqing and her father quarreled is also interesting, she was the one who took the initiative to turn off the flame, and the tone eased a lot after a few words of quarrel, probably because there was no quarrel.

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

"Will grandparents come tonight?" asked Fang Yaqing.

"Will come. ”

"That's pretty much it. Fang Yaqing grabbed the pastry she had just bought and was about to go back to the room, as if she remembered something, she added, "I told my classmates that I would go out to eat this Saturday, Dad, I told you in advance, don't make anything else on this Saturday and don't let me go out." ”

"Hmm. ”

"By the way, Dad, what about my birthday gift? You have been out on a business trip for so long, you can't buy me nothing, right?" Fang Yaqing reached out to her father to ask for a gift.

"In the suitcase. ”

"Where's the suitcase?"

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

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

"The project has not been ......"

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

Fang Yaqing's father picked up the peach cake that was still a little warm on the table and handed it to Fang Yaqing, and said, "Freshly baked incense, eat less." ”

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

"Freshly baked delicious. ”

"Oh. Fang Yaqin carried three bags back to the room, and Jiang Feng followed in.

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

Fang Yaqing's room also has a small bookshelf, on which some textbooks are placed, and there is a stack of tutoring books on the desk, which is a normal junior high school girl's room.

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

Eat sesame halva first, then eat Dingsheng cake, and when these two bags are finished, Fang Yaqing set her eyes on the shortbread that was no longer hot.

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

"Humph!"

Jiang Feng was surrounded by the mist, and in the mist, he vaguely heard Fang Yaqing muttering.

"I must not remember that I didn't buy a gift for my birthday and lied that I left my suitcase at school. ”

Jiang Feng after leaving memory: ???

So what is this memory trying to express?

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

Jiang Feng felt that he couldn't figure out why he suddenly got Fang Yaqing's memory just now, just because Fang Yaqing ate Zheng Da's peach crisp?

Zheng Da's peach crisp Jiang Feng also ate it, it was delicious, but it shouldn't be so delicious that people can remember it for 10 years.

With this doubt, Jiang Feng clicked on the recipe.