"Come, come, let's sit first," the middle-aged man pulled over the bench next to him, beckoned Leng Yan and sat down on it.

"How's it been at school lately? Have you ever had a girlfriend? The middle-aged man touched Leng Yan's chest with his elbow, with a gossipy expression.

The middle-aged man's hair is a little thin, and it looks extremely greasy, but fortunately, Leng Yan knows his father's habits, so he naturally won't think that this is the oiliness caused by his long-term lack of hair washing. I must have listened to those unknown home remedies and all kinds of unsubstantiated advertisements for hair loss, and I would wipe a bunch of things on my head every day. Although he persevered every day, his hair was still thinning and did not get any better at all.

He used to worry about whether he would become like his father one day, but when he saw his mother's thick hair, he felt that there was still a certain chance of survival, and then he gradually left this one behind. Thankfully, though, his hair is thick enough now.

He quickly pulled back his divergent thoughts, looked at the middle-aged man in front of him, and the corners of his mouth rose, revealing an extremely sincere smile, such a smile had not appeared on his face for a long time.

"School life is very pleasant, and the matter of girlfriend has not been considered for the time being."

"Mom and Dad are not antiques, it would be nice if you could find a girlfriend in college, isn't it a popular campus couple now? You can't waste such a good opportunity," the middle-aged man looked like he hated iron but not steel, and seemed to be extremely sorry for Leng Yan not to seize such an opportunity.

"It's okay, don't worry, I'll look for it after I work," Leng Yan didn't feel in a hurry, in this world, as long as there are enough corpse cores and materials and strong strength, it is easy to want any kind of woman. Of course, there are a small number of women who are extremely good, but many more still choose to become an accessory to men or turn their lives into a commodity that can be bought and sold.

"Come, come, eat," the woman finally finished her work and walked out with a steaming pot of chicken soup.

"After sitting in the car for so long, are you tired? Don't go out and go crazy later, and sleep well at home," the woman put a chicken leg into Leng Yan's bowl, and looked at Leng Yan in front of her with a loving face, as if she was waiting for him to eat.

"Dad, Mom, I suddenly feel a little bored and want to go out for a walk," Leng Yan didn't eat the bowl of rice in front of him, he really hadn't eaten a meal for a long time, but he didn't have any intention of doing anything about the delicacies of the mountains and seas in front of him.

At the moment when Leng Yan's voice fell, the scene in front of them changed instantly, and the three of them suddenly came to the door of a somewhat familiar supermarket, there were many cars parked outside the supermarket, and there were many electric cars and bicycles, but there was no one.

"Why do you have to come to the supermarket, the food in the supermarket is not fresh, and the price is much more expensive than the vegetable market outside..."The woman carried a cloth bag that could be seen everywhere, and said with some chatter.

"Okay, since my son is coming here, let's go shopping, if it's not fresh, let's go to the vegetable market," the middle-aged man was a little unhappy, and pushed the woman's shoulder into the supermarket.

Leng Yan followed the two of them into the supermarket, and the supermarket was still the way he remembered, but his memory of not visiting the supermarket for a long time had already been blurred, so there were abrupt blanks in many parts of the supermarket.

For such an anomaly, the middle-aged men and women walking in front seemed to have no notice at all, just walking around the shelves where things were placed, and constantly taking things from the shelves, as if comparing prices.

All this in front of him is the memory of Leng Yan's deep memory, and all that can be reflected in the illusion is the memory of those people trapped in it, once there is a blank in the memory, the things that are presented will be like this in front of them, and the large ones are a little discordant blank.

The supermarket was empty, and he followed behind the two people in front of him, looking at the backs of the two with some affection.

He knew that everything was an illusion, but he walked into it willingly.

"Xiao Yan, how about making you your favorite tomato scrambled eggs tomorrow?" The middle-aged woman in front turned her head and looked at Leng Yan behind her with a loving expression.

"Okay," Leng Yan wiped the tears that were about to overflow his eyes, revealing a somewhat ugly smile.

"What's wrong, Xiaoyan, are you uncomfortable?" The middle-aged man walked in the direction of Leng Yan with a worried face, the muscles on the man's face were a little strange, and they looked a little distorted, and they were no longer the kind look they had before.

Leng Yan suddenly felt dizzy, the world in front of him became a little blurred, and the two figures in front of him also became a little distorted, he knew that it was time for him to get out of the illusion.

He bit his lip hard, and the smell of blood instantly filled his mouth. It was very effective, and his somewhat blurry vision suddenly became clear.

He knew that this was only a temporary effect, so he quickly took out several bottles of refreshing potions from the space and poured them all into his mouth.

"It's okay, Xiaoyan, are you okay?" The voices of the two of them continued to ring in his ears, and this voice did not make him feel warm at all, but felt extremely harsh, like the roar of a zombie.

"Shut up!" Leng Yan shook his somewhat dizzy head, and yelled at the two people in front of him with a bad attitude.

"Xiaoyan, why are you talking to your parents like this? How come you don't have a little basic politeness? The middle-aged man's face also became a little ugly, and he looked at the cold words in front of him with a serious face and scolded loudly.

"You have to thank that skin, otherwise you would have died a long time ago," Leng Yan took out the axe from the space, held it in his hand, and looked at the middle-aged men and women who were getting closer and closer to him.

"Are you going to do it with your parents?"

"Xiaoyan, you must have been stimulated by something at school, wait until we find you a psychologist to counsel you well..."

"Xiaoyan, go, come home with us..."

The middle-aged man and woman walked over very quickly, and there was not the slightest anxious look on their faces, as if they were waiting for the hunter to catch the prey.

Leng Yan's right hand holding the axe trembled slightly, looking at the two faces that were extremely familiar to him, his eyes turned red all of a sudden, but soon he closed his eyes and took a few breaths, and his emotions calmed down all of a sudden.

Leng Yan's axe suddenly slashed out, and the man who was the first to approach him was directly hit in the head, and there was no blood spilled, and the man's body disappeared directly in place, evaporating like water vapor, and there was no trace of existence, as if it had never appeared.