Life is a Game

Jiang Feng and Wang Hao sat in the living room and accompanied Chen Suhua to watch an entire episode of the era family ethics drama, because they hadn't watched the previous 37 episodes and Jiang Feng and Wang Hao were confused. After more than 40 minutes, the two can only judge that the one in the play who always looks miserable and I am forbearing, I am kind, I am strong, and my great woman seems to be the heroine, and nothing else can be seen.

Wang Hao was even too bored and too embarrassed to play with his mobile phone in front of Chen Suhua, so he could only steal two big flowers to chat with each other quietly.

At the end of a TV episode, Chen Suhua was still reminiscing about the plot of the previous episode, so she didn't use the remote control to fast-forward and let the ending song play loudly on the TV.

Jiang Feng could tell that Wang Hao was waiting anxiously and flustered. Asking for help is like this. Before arriving, I feel that everything is fine with me. When I arrive at someone’s home and sit on the sofa in the living room, but I can’t see anyone for a long time, the inner panic will multiply with the passage of time.

"Auntie, which brother did the professor meet? Maybe Wang Hao and I still know each other." Jiang Feng asked.

Chen Suhua said with a smile: "It's the doctoral student he led before. He has graduated for many years, and every year when the year is approaching, he will come to see him."

After speaking, Chen Suhua glanced at the clock on the wall and found that Jiang Feng and the others had indeed been waiting for a long time, so she got up: "I'll remind him, by the way, Xiao Feng, when are you going back?"

"Tomorrow is the last day of business. The annual meeting will be held the day after tomorrow. I will go back the day after tomorrow." Jiang Feng said.

"Leave so soon." Chen Suhua looked a little disappointed, "I heard from your grandma that you will come back after you get the Lantern Festival. If your grandma is not here, our game will not be complete."

Jiang Feng: ...

Unexpectedly, Grandma Jiang has already occupied such an important position in the mahjong room without knowing it.

Chen Suhua walked quickly to the back room, but Wang Hao retreated at this critical moment: "Brother Feng, it seems that Professor Li usually doesn't bring graduates."

"I never heard of Professor Li leading graduates. What's wrong?" Jiang Feng asked.

"Then I..."

"Aunt Chen has already taken the cherries, and you can't take them back." Jiang Feng cut off Wang Hao's retreat with one sentence.

Wang Hao was about to say some more words about the fear of a scumbag from a student to a respected old professor who had failed other courses, when Professor Li and the three came out.

Professor Li's student is a middle-aged man who looks 40 or 50 years old and wears metal-rimmed glasses. His hair is relatively thinner than Jiang Feng's, and his temples are still a little white. His face is younger than his hair. An academic guru.

"Teacher, then I will bring her to see you after the Chinese New Year." The academic boss said to Professor Li.

"Well, don't tell her those things. After so many years, you can't change anything even if you say it." Professor Li urged.

"I know." The academic boss nodded, turned around and saw Jiang Feng and Wang Hao smiling and nodding at them, and left.

Chen Suhua helped Professor Li send him off.

Professor Li walked towards Jiang Feng and Wang Hao. Because he didn't go out in winter because there is heating in the house, Professor Li was only wearing a thin cashmere sweater, and said with a smile: "Xiao Feng has been waiting for a long time, and Wang Hao Right, I remember you, have you passed the make-up exam for "Signals and Systems"? I didn't change the papers for the make-up exam."

"It's over. Mr. Li, since I finished writing my "Signals and Systems" and failed the subject, I went home to hang my head on the beam and stab my buttocks, light up the lights and fight at night, and brush up the questions every day. I never dared to forget "Signals and Systems" for a moment. The lesson of failing a course, I swear that I will never repeat the same mistakes again, study hard, be a new person, learn a lot, and turn around... I just posted these words on my desk!" Wang Hao looked like he was swearing under the national flag, He just clenched his right hand and put it next to his ear.

"Really? But how did I hear that your "Optical Information Processing" also failed." Professor Li smiled and exposed Wang Hao's lies.

Wang Hao: ...

Jiang Feng: Pfft.

"Accident, accident." Wang Hao could only laugh dryly.

"Okay, Xiaofeng just sent me a WeChat message about your graduation thesis. It's not a big deal. I probably know a little about your level. The investigation has been stricter in the past two years. I want to rely on you alone It is indeed difficult to complete the graduation thesis. I heard from Xiaofeng that you are now working as a copywriter in an advertising company, and everyone has their own ambitions. I have taught so many students, and not every student has taken the path of physics in the end." Li The professor stopped teasing Wang Hao, and explained the matter straight to the point.

"How about this, you start writing by hand first, I believe that at least you should have decided on the topic, if there is anything you don't understand, simply ask Xiaofeng, if he can't solve it, come here to find me. I suggest you still use the experimental data Do it yourself first, it doesn’t matter if you can’t do it, I still have some spare data here. It doesn’t matter whether you are capable or not, but you must have an attitude, otherwise no one will be able to help you when the defense comes.” Professor Li said.

"Thank you, Professor!" Wang Hao was almost moved to tears.

"Working outside now is no better than working in school. In school, if you fail the final exam, you can make up the exam. If you fail the make-up exam, you can retake it. It is difficult to make up for mistakes at work. You and Xiaofeng are good boys. Work hard, and if you have time in the future, just remember to come and see me during the Chinese New Year." Professor Li said with a smile.

"Xiaofeng, I have something to say to you alone."

Wang Hao walked away immediately with a wink: "Then, Professor Li, I will leave first, and I will come to see you after the next year."

When Wang Hao slipped away, he bumped into Chen Suhua who had finished seeing off the guests and had a chat with them. Chen Suhua was a little strange seeing that Wang Hao was leaving now.

"Xiao Wang, you left so soon, where is Xiao Feng?" Chen Suhua asked.

"Teacher and Feng...Jiang Feng went to the study to talk, and I have nothing to do here, so I left first." Wang Hao explained.

"Okay, Xiao Wang, be careful on the road, come back when you have time." Chen Suhua sat back in her original seat after speaking, watching the TV series while baking the little sun.

On the other side, Jiang Feng followed Professor Li into the study.

Although Jiang Feng often came to Li's house, most of the places he went to were the living room, the kitchen and the pigsty. This was the first time he entered the study, so he couldn't help but take a closer look.

Professor Li's study room is very large, but there are no decorations, it looks very empty. There are two bookshelves in the study room. The bookshelves are not big and only have 5 floors. They are full of books, and they look very neat and comfortable. Jiang Feng glanced casually and saw a row of journals, among which were a few novels.

There is a pot of Chlorophytum and several pots of ordinary flowers on the window sill. They grow very vigorously, and they must be watered every day.

The desk looks very old, and the style is also very old, a bit like the desk Jiang Feng saw in the presidential palace when he went to the presidential palace two years ago. There was nothing on the table, only a pen, a few pieces of draft paper with something written on, and two foreign language books. For some reason, the teacup was not placed on the table but on a chair.

Professor Li walked to the desk, first picked up the teacup on the chair and put it back on the table, then opened the drawer, took out a thick stack of letters, and handed the letter to Jiang Feng.

Jiang Feng was a little confused, so he took the letters. These letters were all wrapped in envelopes. The style of the envelopes was very old. There was a thick red stripe in the middle of the envelopes, giving it a sense of age.

The envelope paper is yellow and there are many spots on it, which must be due to its age. There is no stamp, no signature, and no signature. It looks like a new one.

"What is this?" Jiang Feng looked very cautious when dealing with these envelopes, which might be older than himself, carefully opened the seal, and took out the same yellowed letter paper inside.

"This is a letter my mother wrote to your great-grandfather when she was in the United States but didn't send it." Professor Li said, "I read the latest issue of "Zhiwei", and only after reading it did I know that my father When I was still there, I pulled you to talk so much, and it was only after reading that issue of "Zhi Wei" that I realized that the letters my mother left were all recipes."

Seeing Jiang Feng's astonished expression, Professor Li quickly explained: "The letters left by my mother were treasures when my father was still alive, and even I, a son, couldn't touch them. I forgot, I never opened it to see what was written inside."

"After reading "Zhi Wei", I sorted out the belongings of my father brought from City A, and sorted out these letters. There are 37 letters in total, and I have read all the contents. They are all written by my mother to your wife. Grandpa, it’s full of recipes.”

"It's useless for me to keep these letters. Isn't your Li Hongzhang mishmash dictated to you by my father? I know it might be difficult if you just read the letters, but they should be useful. There are only 37 letters now. These Take it back and study it carefully, and I will look for the rest during the Chinese New Year."

Holding the 37 letters in his hand, Jiang Feng felt that these 37 letters were worth as much as gold, and didn't know how to speak.

37 letters, 37 yellowed envelopes without signature and address, 37 misses that have never been sent across the ocean.

The so-called Mr. Li Mingyi dictated to him Li Hongzhang's chowder, but it was just a cover for him to explain the origin of this dish. To put it bluntly, it was a lie, but this lie was written by Xu Cheng as a story and published in a magazine .

No one cared about the origin of this dish, not even the old man and Jiang Jiankang. Jiang Feng didn't expect Professor Li to search out all the belongings of Li Mingyi and Jiang Huiqin just because of an article in "Zhiwei", and found these 37 letters.

"Grandpa, this is a relic of my great aunt, you should keep it yourself." Jiang Feng felt that it would be too strange to call him a professor instead of a grandpa at this time. "These letters not only contain recipes, but also some What happened to her in the United States written by my aunt is too precious, and it is also very important to you. Even if these recipes are given to me, I may not be able to make the dishes in them. Yes, in case it breaks..."

"It's okay to break it. These letters are easy to be damaged after being kept for so long." Professor Li put his hand on the letter and pressed it down heavily. Tell your great-grandfather about these recipes. Although these letters failed to reach your great-grandfather in the end, now that they are in your hands, they can be regarded as returning to the original owner."

"You are a good boy, filial, serious, focused and hard-working. Your grandma Chen is careless and likes to clean up. You may destroy these letters one day. Even if you don't need them now, you will need them in the future , as if I handed them over to you in advance so as not to forget them in the future."

"Ding."

The system suddenly cheated on the corpse, which startled Jiang Feng.

Jiang Feng could probably guess that the system should have issued a side mission or hidden mission related to these 37 letters.

"Thank you, grandpa. I will try my best to restore the recipe above." Jiang Feng said firmly.

Professor Li smiled very comfortably: "Don't be stressed and take your time. When you recover, remember to ask your uncle to try it."