Chapter 67: Gathering the Warriors (2)

Although Lan Yanfeng is a big young master, he likes to learn to cook since he was a child, every time he sees the nanny busy in the kitchen, he will go up and make a few strokes, rushing up to help the nanny and aunt stir-fry, and the nanny often cries and laughs, but his favorite food is the food made by his grandfather! I also learned to cook a lot of delicious dishes after my grandfather.

Today, it is rare to have Yaxing cook a meal by himself, for an acquaintance who has never met, and make the last dish of braised chicken, he gently put the plate on the table, and then looked at the table full of the fruits of his labor, six dishes and one soup.

Turn around and walk into the bedroom and see if it's past six o'clock! I had just turned on my computer and was about to surf the Internet to read the news, when I suddenly heard a scream from the kitchen......

He was shocked, what happened? didn't have time to think about it and ran to the kitchen quickly, and when he ran to the kitchen, the scene of a beautiful woman grabbing food in front of him stunned Lan Yanfeng even more!

He still couldn't help but laugh out loud when he thought about it.

He turned off the light, lay on the bed tossing and turning, but couldn't sleep, so he got up, put on his clothes, lit a cigarette, took a deep breath, and then closed his eyes and easily exhaled the smoke from his mouth......

The moonlight slowly shone into the bedroom through the light blue curtains, turning into a faint halo of light blue, and the layers of light blue halo sprinkled on Lan Yanfeng's handsome cheeks, making him look a little melancholy and sad, as if there was a kind of unreal beauty.

I remember the first time I smoked when he was eight years old, watching my grandfather sit in front of the computer while smoking a cigarette and playing with red police seriously.

"Baby grandson, help grandpa extinguish the cigarette butts." Grandpa smiled kindly and turned his head and handed him a cigarette butt that was about to burn out.

Lan Yanfeng took the cigarette butt handed over by his grandfather, blinked curiously at the short cigarette butt, turned his back and took a puff secretly.

"Ahem! Cough! cough ......" he choked on cigarettes and coughed, and his tears flowed.

Grandpa laughed and tapped his finger on his head: "You! How big are small things? Dare to smoke secretly? ”

"Grandpa...... What is there to smoke about this cigarette, it is not fragrant at all and chokes. He said with tears in his eyes and grievances.

"Hahaha! My baby grandson! This cigarette is more fragrant than anything else to me, it can not only help me relieve my sorrows, but also help me relieve my fatigue, and even help me refresh my mind. Grandpa exaggeratedly.

"Then I'll try again." As he spoke, he put the cigarette in his small mouth again.

Seeing this, Grandpa quickly reached out and grabbed the cigarette butt, snuffed it out and threw it into the trash, looked at the cute little grandson with a smile and pampered eyes, and said: "Little thing, you are still young, just how many cigarettes you smoke, for you it is all spicy and choking!" When you grow as tall as your grandfather, you will understand the beauty of this cigarette. ”

Remembering this, he lowered his head gloomily, took out a cigarette from the cigarette case, lit it and put it on the table, if only grandpa was still alive now, I would definitely accompany grandpa to smoke a cigarette.

He took a thick album from the table, this was the photos left by his grandfather before his death, and most of the photos in it were taken with him when he was a child!

When his grandfather died two years ago, he was very sad and found this photo album in the drawer of his grandfather's bedroom, and whenever he missed his grandfather, he would look through these photos, as if his grandfather was by his side.

He slowly flipped through the album, unable to make out the images in the dark, but he was already familiar with which one was placed in which position, and his fingers caressed over the photograph, sliding through the pages one by one......

Suddenly, his fingers stopped when they touched a bumpy photo! Feeling that the photo placed here was thicker than elsewhere, and there seemed to be a mark on it, Lan Yanfeng pulled out the photo, and with his movements, a piece of paper slipped from behind the photo.

He quickly reached out and turned on the light, and suddenly the whole room was illuminated, and he opened the folded note with words on it.

Lao Hai, you and I have been studying this game for a total of eight years, and it turns out that you are hiding the information of the blue blood dragon head jade pendant here? Rest assured! I'll keep it a secret for you! The last program in it, setting the treasure password has been completed, do you have time to come and see, do you need to change it again? If that's okay, we're ready to launch the game!

That's right! There is one more thing I want to tell you, your eldest son, you can be more careful, a few days ago he came to me, deliberately tricked me, asked about the blue blood dragon head jade pendant, I pretended to be stupid and didn't know, he scolded and scolded even your father at that time.

This game is ...... in terms of publicity Why don't you think about it and hang it under your son's company? Let's talk about it when we meet!

The following are the world view of the game that I have simply sorted out, and the background story of the game, you take a closer look, and notify me in time if there is anything that needs to be changed? If there are no problems, I'm going to hand them over to the game production team to make a video!

I have sent the detailed information to your mailbox!

Goodbye old guy.

After reading this paper, he flipped over the photo again, and sure enough, there were two lines of numbers behind the photo, probably because the ballpoint pen didn't have much oil! So I wrote very hard, and the blue handwriting was described several times, but it was still a little not very connected, and it was still easy to tell what number was written when I looked closely.

At this time, his mind was full of questions, so he decided to go back to his grandfather's old house tomorrow to have a look.

The next morning, as soon as the sky was white, he rushed downstairs, and Xiao Mo hurried to come as soon as he received a call from Vice Chairman Lan! He got in the car and drove to his grandfather's old house.

When he arrived, he pushed open the door and walked into the empty living room, where the pendulum clock on the wall had stopped swinging and was covered with dust, which had been empty and uncleaned since his grandfather had died two years earlier.

He and Xiao Mo walked upstairs and came to Grandpa's study, which was a mess! Clothes and pants were on the couch, and books, pens, and drink boxes were scattered everywhere on the desk. Several drawers were also wide open......

"Grandpa is this problem, never like to tidy up the room, when I was a child, he often lied to me to help him clean up the room, saying that he would take me to my mother when it was cleaned up, but every time it was cleaned up! He said that it was unlucky to look at the yellow calendar and go out today. He smiled wryly.

"This book, is it an ancient scroll of the Qing Dynasty? Is it the real thing? Wouldn't it be a pity to just throw it on the ground? Xiao Mo bent down to pick up a dark blue book among the stacks of books scattered on the edge of the bookshelf.

Lan Yanfeng turned his head, took the book, and opened it to see that this was a collection of Qing Dynasty poems, and there were torn pages on the ground, although grandpa loved to throw things around, but he would never throw such a precious book on the bookshelf to the ground, let alone damage the book.