Life is a Game

When Jiang Feng woke up the next day, Jiang Weiming had already prepared breakfast and was watching the news.

Seeing that Jiang Feng came out after washing, Jiang Weiming said, "There are noodles in the pot. I rolled them out this morning."

Jiang Feng's family now only has rice, flour and seasonings, and Jiang Wei Mingkong has a good cooking skill, but he can only make noodles in clear soup.

The noodles are hand-rolled, and each one is the same thickness. Even without adding egg white, it still tastes smooth and full of strength.

With a few drops of sesame oil, happy like a fairy.

Jiang Feng ate two full bowls and cleaned up all the noodles in the pot before enjoying himself. After eating, Jiang Feng consciously washed the pots and dishes, cleaned the kitchen, and checked his phone. It was only after eight o'clock, and the bus to the countryside didn't leave until ten o'clock, so he watched TV with Jiang Weiming.

Jiang Weiming liked to watch the official channel, so Jiang Feng watched it with him for more than an hour before going out.

Jiang Feng, who had never watched the legal channel, was amazed, wow, there are such people in the world, and at the same time, he was amazed, wow, there are actors with such bad acting skills in CCTV programs.

That's right, Jiang Weiming watched a short play about popularizing the law.

Jiang Feng noticed that Jiang Weiming had changed into new clothes.

Looks very energetic.

Not only the clothes, but he also put mousse on his already white and sparse hair. The mousse in the bathroom was left over when Jiang Jiankang didn't shave his head last year. Jiang Feng didn't know if it had expired, but Jiang Weiming's hair should be not yet.

Sitting next to him, Jiang Fengguang could feel his tension.

On the way to the bus station, Jiang Feng introduced to Jiang Weiming the situation in the village where the old man lived. Who are the neighbors, what is the geographical situation, what do people in the village usually do, etc. Jiang Weiming listened attentively, for fear of missing something.

The old bus station in city z departed more casually, and opened when it was full, and did not follow the schedule at all. This period of time coincided with the beginning of the Spring Festival travel rush, and more people returned home. Jiang Feng and Jiang Weiming started the train not long after getting on the bus.

The conductor was a middle-aged woman. Seeing that Jiang Wei was getting old and afraid that he would get motion sickness, she specially gave them two seats in the first row.

After careful calculation, Jiang Feng hadn't returned to the countryside for a year.

Nothing has changed along the road, even the road is full of potholes as always, it is hard to drive the minibus like a tractor. The road built more than ten years ago has been squeezed out of countless potholes. It is said that the county will have a high-speed rail, so the old road has not been repaired, but the news has been spread for two years, and I don't know when it will come true.

The village where the old man lives is on the edge of the county seat, and it takes only ten minutes to get off the minibus and walk there. The old man's house was at the entrance of the village, and Jiang Feng could see Jiang Jiankang moving a chair and sitting at the door happily eating noodles from a long distance away.

Taking a closer look, it was still braised pork noodles.

There are half a bowl of noodles and three big pieces of stewed meat in the bowl. The stewed meat sauce is rich in color, three parts fat and seven parts thin. The pieces are cut very large, and the noodles are shiny and shiny.

"Son, have you had lunch yet? Hurry up and fill it up. Your mother hasn't eaten the third bowl yet. There should still be some meat." Jiang Jiankang said cheerfully, seeing Jiang Weiming following Jiang Feng, he asked, "Old man, who are you looking for?" ah!"

"I..." Jiang Weiming was about to speak when Jiang Feng interrupted him.

Jiang Feng winked at Jiang Weiming and asked, "Dad, is grandpa at home?"

"Yes!" Jiang Jiankang stuffed a large piece of stewed pork into his mouth, "Your grandpa feeds pigs in the backyard. I wanted to feed them, but your grandpa insisted that he wouldn't eat the pigs I fed. The pigs are getting thinner, obviously your grandma made me thinner some time ago."

"I'm going to find grandpa." Jiang Fengzi slipped into the backyard and said loudly to the pigsty, "Grandpa, come and see who's here."

Jiang Weiming at the door stroked his clothes nervously, with a nervous expression on his face. Jiang Jiankang gave him a strange look while eating noodles.

The old man came out of the pigsty with an iron bucket of pig food in his hand, wearing his other big Valentino padded jacket. Jiang Feng quickly took the iron bucket from him and followed him.

Jiang Weiming stood at the door, holding his breath, for fear that his breathing was too heavy and people would notice his nervousness.

Jiang Weiguo came out.

He looked at Jiang Weiming and felt very familiar, but he couldn't remember who it was or where he had seen him.

Looking at his white hair, old face, slightly sunken eyes, and wrinkled and dimpled face, Jiang Weiguo felt a strange feeling in his heart.

At that time, it was a feeling of being connected by blood and meeting relatives.

"Third...Brother?" By accident, Jiang Weiguo felt that the white-haired old man in front of him looked a bit like the third brother who had been blurred in his memory for a long time.

As soon as the words came out of his mouth, Jiang Weiguo himself felt ridiculous.

"Little brother... you, you, you can still..." Jiang Weiming was so excited that he could barely speak.

His little brother can recognize him, his little brother can recognize him!

Jiang Weiguo was stunned.

He subconsciously looked at Jiang Feng.

Just as Jiang Feng was about to explain, Jiang Jiankang, who was belatedly aware of it, exclaimed, "Third brother?!"

Still screaming with the smell of stewed meat.

"No, no, uncle!!" Jiang Jiankang was going to be stupid.

What's going on here, his father's brother who was said to have died for more than half a century came to the door!

"Go in and eat your meal!" Jiang Weiguo scolded angrily.

The originally touching and warm atmosphere of brothers meeting was dissipated without a trace by Jiang Jiankang's roar.

Jiang Feng and Jiang Jiankang were driven into the house by the old man. Jiang Feng originally thought that when brothers met, there must be endless things to talk about. At least it would take a few days to communicate clearly the ups and downs of the past few decades. .

In the end, the two chatted at the door for less than ten minutes, and the old man took the third brother who had just met to feed the pigs together in the pigsty in the backyard.

Jiang Feng who could see the backyard clearly from the room:? ? ?

This operation...

It's unpredictable!

Grandma Jiang, who heard the commotion in the room, temporarily put down her favorite Huangmei Opera and went out to see what happened. Seeing Jiang Feng coming, he first spoke to his grandson in a pleasant manner, and then went to the kitchen to find Jiang Jiankang and his wife who were eating braised pork noodles while being shocked.

"Third, third daughter-in-law, did someone come just now?" Grandma Jiang asked.

"Mom, just now... Dad's third brother came." Jiang Jiankang was still in a daze.

"What third brother?" Grandma Jiang didn't react.

"It's the third uncle, the third uncle that Dad said earlier that he is gone." Wang Xiulian was also a little dazed.

"Uncle San?" Grandma Jiang was stunned, and after a while, she came over with a look of incredulity: "Good thing, where are they? I just looked at every room and only saw Xiaofeng."

"The pigsty in the backyard is feeding the pigs," Jiang Jiankang said.

Grandma Jiang: ...