The Game of Life-Chapter 767 - 766 Two Memories
Chapter 767: Chapter 766: Two Memories
Chapter 767 -766: Two Memories
Just as Jiang Feng had expected, when she left, she was like a clean and tidy girl, but when she returned, she was like three girls picking up scraps.
Ji Xia was slightly better, although she had gained some weight recently and her face had become rounder, she still had a foundation of a normal adolescent girl’s figure. With a smaller frame came more agility, and that also meant less contact with dust when moving in and out and rummaging through things.
Jiang Feng looked closely and noticed that Ji Xia’s face, hands, elbows, legs, and a few places on her back were relatively dirty, but the rest was slightly better, and her clothes seemed salvageable with some washing.
Jiang Junlian and Jiang Junqing were the type that were beyond hope, the kind that Aunt wouldn’t even give a second glance before tossing them straight into the trash.
Jiang Feng even wondered if they had rolled around inside just to get so evenly dirty, without a single clean spot to be found.
The key point was that all three of them seemed to have had a great time, really treating it like an adventure exploring secret chambers. Jiang Feng had stood outside the warehouse for so long, but none of the three had noticed the living person right there.
“Ahem.” Jiang Feng coughed loudly and cleared his throat, but when nobody still noticed him, he had to yell at the top of his lungs.
“Time to eat!”
This time, all three reacted and ran out together.
Jiang Feng stuffed a pair of rags into each of their arms and handed Jiang Junlian a bottle of hand sanitizer, asking them to hurry up and clean the parts of their faces and hands that might come into contact with the food during dinner, while he started to inspect what treasures they had dug out.
Actually, there were quite a few items. Jiang Feng had noticed as soon as he had arrived that there were three stacks of miscellaneous things placed by the wall, each stack very distinct and varied in kind.
The middle stack was the largest. It contained various jars and bottles, some covered in dust and some already wiped clean. Jiang Feng walked over for a closer look and found them all to be pretty dishes and pots, and bowls, all intact and obviously reusable. It was just puzzling how such good dinnerware had been thrown into the warehouse.
The front stack consisted of various small decorations and toys, like incense burners and porcelain animals missing arms or legs. Jiang Feng even spotted a very good-looking snuff bottle that had been cleaned, which seemed to be made of jade and was probably quite valuable.
Jiang Feng took a photo and sent it to Zhang, telling him, “Your family’s warehouse actually has treasures in it.”
The innermost stack was very messy, with all sorts of items. There were notebooks, calendars, books, handkerchiefs, small cards, little tin boxes, and Jiang Feng also spotted an obviously broken music box and a very eye-catching rusted longsword.
This was genuinely a dangerous item.
The longsword was rusted, but you could tell that before the rust, it must have been quite sharp, and any careless cut could mean a trip to the hospital for a tetanus shot.
Jiang Feng shook his head, wondering which irresponsible person had picked up such an item without worrying about getting cut.
Jiang Feng crouched down and carefully extracted the longsword from the pile of items, grasping the hilt and tossing it far away.
After throwing it, he still didn’t feel at ease and picked up the longsword again, intending to find something sturdy to wrap it in, so the person cleaning the garbage wouldn’t accidentally get cut by the blade.
“Ding, you have gained a piece of Chen Shi’s memory.”
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Huh?
Jiang Feng paused in his act of holding the sword, incredulously looking at the rust-covered blade in his hand.
Upon closer inspection, the sword did seem somewhat out of the ordinary.
This rust, it must have been in the warehouse for at least twenty or thirty years, looking like some unearthed relic.
But who was Chen Shi?
While Jiang Feng was carefully examining the sword, Jiang Junqing, Jiang Junlian, and Ji Xia had washed the dirt off their faces and hands and come back. Their clothes were mostly past saving, but thankfully none of them were wearing skirts or long sleeves, so it didn’t affect their dinner.
Jiang Feng closely inspected the three of them and found that this time Ji Xia was the dirtiest. Her clothes weren’t as dirty as the other two, but her hair was; it was unclear where she had crawled into, as it was all grey with dust, and not all of it came off when she washed. Jiang Feng had to take the not-so-clean rags and rubbed on Ji Xia’s head a few times to dust off the surface.
Jiang Feng pointed at the innermost stack, holding the sword with a serious face, and asked, “Who picked this out?”
Because his expression was so stern, looking nothing like someone coming to offer praise, this made Ji Xia nervous, and she timidly raised her hand, whispering, “I… I picked them.”
“Xiaxia, why did you pick up these things? Everything else is fine, but this sword is all covered in rust. What if you accidentally got cut, what then? Safety comes first! Do you understand that safety comes first? You are a chef; what if you cut your hand, what then?” Jiang Feng was like a high school guidance counselor.
“I… I just felt these things were of no use in there, and the knife was pretty dangerous, so I picked it up planning to throw it away,” explained Ji Xia.
Jiang Feng: ?
It was only after asking in detail that it became clear, the three girls’ approach and direction in exploring the secret chamber were completely different.
The assortment of bottles and jars in the center belonged to Jiang Junlian, who was practical-minded. Her main focus was to find dishes, bowls, and containers that she thought could still be used. She even carried out two large vases, though they were not here but placed somewhere else.
The stack of trinkets in front was Jiang Junqing’s find. Her main goal was to discover items she found interesting and useful, so the things she picked out were the most valuable.
And Ji Xia’s approach was to pick out the useless items to throw away.
Besides the pile here, there were countless rotten pieces of wood and the large flower pots that Jiang Junlian had carried out on the other side, all ready to be discarded.
Jiang Feng: …
He said, who would go on an adventure just to unearth a bunch of junk.
Jiang Feng picked up a little tin box from the pile of miscellaneous items, held it up, and asked Ji Xia, “What’s this?”
“I don’t know,” Ji Xia shook her head, “I opened it and looked inside. It’s just some pieces of paper with writing on them, but I can’t understand any of it.”
Jiang Feng opened the tin box and found that it was filled with pieces of paper that looked like crumpled, discarded drafts. They were wrinkled as if someone had intended to throw them away but then smoothed them out and placed them back in the box. The paper had yellowed with age, and it was clear that these pieces were written by Zhang Guanghang.
Of course, they were in French, so there was no way Ji Xia could understand them.
Jiang Feng glanced over Ji Xia’s pile of items. Apart from the small tin box, the rest could genuinely be considered rubbish and thrown away—either useless paper or broken items. Jiang Feng took a photo and sent it to Zhang Guanghang, asking him which items could be discarded, offering to help clean up a bit.
With hands covered in dust, Jiang Feng smiled and said to the three girls who had worked hard all morning, “Let’s go eat. We’ll come back later to see what exactly you’ve sorted out. The dishes are all on the table in the dining hall. I’m going to wash my hands; you girls can go ahead.”
The three girls bolted to the dining hall like high schoolers who had just been dismissed early from their last class, which was physical education, all vying to get the best spot in the cafeteria.
Jiang Feng was originally planning to put the tin box back into the pile of items, but then he thought that, although the box contained what seemed to be scrap paper, the meticulous way it was placed in the box indicated it might have some purpose. So he picked the tin box up again, opened it, and took another photo to send to Zhang Guanghang.
Zhang Guanghang hadn’t responded to the previous message, probably because he was busy and hadn’t checked his phone.
Just as Jiang Feng was about to close the box, a gust of wind blew and carried away the topmost piece of paper.
Luckily, his quick reflexes allowed him to catch it; otherwise, the next scene would have been Jiang Feng chasing a piece of paper all over the yard.
“Ding, you have acquired a memory fragment from Zhang Guanghang.”
The game today suddenly became much livelier.
Jiang Feng: ?
Is what Xiaxia picked up just trash? It’s all treasures!
Jiang Feng immediately decided to carefully search through Ji Xia’s pile of miscellaneous items. After feeling around and finding nothing, he went to the other side where the rotten wood was piled up, touched every stick, and ended up with ashy hands but unsurprisingly found nothing.
Not giving up, Jiang Feng then went through the two stacks of items that Jiang Junlian and Jiang Junqing had collected, from top to bottom, but still did not come across a single memory fragment.
Jiang Feng glanced at the warehouse that looked like a treasure trove, thought about it, and then gave up.
Finding memory fragments is a matter of fate; when fate arrives, you could find one with a casual touch, and when it doesn’t, you could rub your hands raw searching and still come up empty.
It was already a pleasant surprise to have found two memory fragments in a short time.
He really did take on a good apprentice!
