After modification, enter the love game

He didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "Since you've eaten, remember to put the vegetables in the refrigerator... things go bad quickly in the summer, don't waste food."

As he spoke, he looked at the paper box in Jiang Mu's hand.

"...and, what the hell is this?"

"The spoils of war."

"speak English."

"Participate in the quiz and win a game console." Jiang Mu scratched his head, "Let's play Contra or something together when we have time."

Jiang Quhan was suddenly reminded of extremely bad memories.

Perhaps it's because Jiang Mu has been too mature since he could remember.

In front of his son, Jiang Quhan is not the kind of father who is always pretentious and serious.

For example, in their spare time, the father and son would play video games together.

Then the problem arises...

Jiang Mu is not a boy who likes to curse.

But many times, the messages he sends out are more effective than dirty words.

Mid laner (Jiang Mu): [Top laner, are you able to do this? We have been killed five times by the opponent in this short while.]

Top laner: [Stop talking nonsense. If the jungler doesn't come to gank, what can I do? ]

Mid Lane (Jiang Mu): [This is what you did wrong. Is this how you talk to Wild Daddy? ]

Mid laner (Jiang Mu): [Dad, dear dad, can you help me gank the next wave of soldiers? @Jungle]

Jungler (Jiang Quhan): [……]

Top lane: [……]

Assistance: [6]

...and so on.

Jiang Quhan was just thinking back on the past when he saw Jiang Mu walking into the room holding a large cardboard box. When he came out, he had two duck legs in his hands.

The boy didn't mind the dirt, and he followed his father's example and sat down on the steps under the eaves, side by side with the middle-aged man.

He handed over a duck leg, "Here."

Jiang Quhan took it casually.

"Didn't you have dinner?"

Jiang Mu smiled and took a bite of duck leg meat: "It's okay to eat a little more, I'm growing taller."

"Don't come here." Jiang Quhan glanced at him, "If you have nothing to do, go back to your room. I'll sit here for a while and go back after I finish smoking this cigarette."

Jiang Mu remained unmoved.

He was silent for two or three seconds: "Dad, do you want to hear the truth or a lie?"

"Tell me everything."

"I heard from Uncle Ji that you never smoked before." Jiang Mu said while chewing, "A man who can control himself and never touches cigarettes and alcohol suddenly gets addicted to this kind of thing... There must be a reason."

He shrugged: "Since you don't tell me the reason, I will just sit with you for a while."

Jiang Quhan paused as he flicked the ash off his cigarette.

"...Heh, brat, you know nothing about men." He exhaled a puff of smoke, the corners of his lips slightly raised, "But I recognize your filial piety... What about lies?"

"The above is a lie."

"?"

Jiang Quhan was stunned for five full seconds.

He subconsciously put his hand on the brass-buckled belt.

"…What about the truth?"

"My pocket money has been cut off this month. Can I overdraw next month's allowance?" Jiang Mu blinked innocently. "I just suffered an unexpected disaster worth more than a hundred yuan. Now my pockets are cleaner than my face."

Jiang Quhan: "..."

"roll."

"okay!"

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"Tsk, if you don't want to give it to me, then don't give it to me. Why are you still cursing at me..."

Jiang Mu complained, lamented, and muttered.

He casually cut through the stream of light.

【Do you want to view the newly unlocked interlude? 】

Yes.

The white mist rolled up and fell. When he came back to his senses, the announcer was sitting next to Jiang Mu, holding four things that looked like videotapes in his hands.

"Welcome." The announcer's voice was lazy. "What are you going to watch today?"

"I'm a little tired today, let's relax." Jiang Mu said, "Let's watch a movie about thunder and fire swords."

"..."

The announcer thought to himself, are you sure this is something you should watch when you’re “a little tired”?

He turned his head and rolled his eyes: "No."

After a slight pause, he said, "We can't show it even if we have it, or else my theater will be closed down."

"Wow, it's not safe to sell movies here these days?"

"Dimensional strike, you know."

"Tsk." Jiang Mu looked disappointed. "Then recommend one to me."

"Let me recommend something... let me think about it."

The announcer picked up a videotape at random and a look of "this is very interesting" appeared on his face.

"I have two videotapes to recommend, one long and one short. Which one should I watch first?"

"Let's go with the short one. If it's too long, I'm afraid you won't be able to bear it."

The announcer chuckled and said something suggestive:

"Heh... I don't know who can't stand it."

As the words fell, the screen lit up.

NO.28 Pantomime of Noise (Part )

"I haven't asked yet, what is the name of this film?"

"Name?" The announcer glanced at the tape. "'The Pantomime of Noise'."

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"Xiaomei, you're here again?"

"It's voluntary help."

"It doesn't look like an obligation to me."

"If you say it's an obligation, it's an obligation!"

The girl called "Xiaomei" made a face.

It is an old building with red brick walls and cement balconies, and a large courtyard with a sycamore tree in it.

Nowadays, many families like to plant a paulownia tree in their courtyards. As the saying goes, "The phoenix sings on the high hill; the paulownia grows in the morning sun." This tree is very old, as old as the courtyard and the people here. The red fallen leaves fall on the green stone bricks, cutting the morning sunlight into pieces.

Migratory birds flew south, landed on the plaque of "Ankang Welfare Home", and then flapped their wings and took off again.

Suddenly, a young and lively girl jumped out from behind the phoenix tree. She looked to be about sixteen or seventeen years old. Her hair was braided on her shoulders and she was holding a woolen scarf in her hand. She looked like a sika deer that had run in.

The old man who had just teased her was sitting in a wheelchair. Looking down from above, she could clearly see an empty trouser leg. Although his body was incomplete, he was in good spirits.

He smiled and said, "You're here early. Xiao Shuai isn't here yet."

"I said it was voluntary labor." Xiaomei corrected.

The old man suddenly looked outside the door.

"Isn't that Xiao Shuai? You came so early today."

"Where? Where?"

Xiaomei immediately looked around.

There was no one in sight, only the empty old alleys, and the autumn wind carried leaves, rolling and floating on the bricks and stones.

She turned her head and the old man looked at her teasingly.

"Duty...?" he teased.

"obligation!"

Xiaomei repeated with a blush.

The two old men playing chess under the tree laughed silently.

It’s not that they don’t want to speak, but that they can’t speak.

In other words, in this courtyard, the vast majority of residents are unable to speak, and those who are physically disabled, like the old man in the wheelchair, are only a minority.

This welfare home is located deep in the middle of high-rise buildings, and even locals rarely know about it. If Kyoto is a sea of ​​high-rise buildings, then this place is an isolated island in the sea.

Among those who often come here, apart from some taciturn caregivers, the most popular one is a girl called Xiaomei.

Her name is Yangmei, and people in the courtyard call her Xiaomei. She is a very lively girl, the kind of person who can "entertain herself even when alone". Such children are naturally very popular with the elderly.

Being with this optimistic little girl, even the gloomy courtyard will have a little more cheerful atmosphere.

However, recently, Yang Mei has come more frequently - although she claims that it is "voluntary labor", it is obvious that even the old lady who is almost suffering from dementia knows the reason.

Of course it’s because of Xiaoshuai.

Of course, Xiao Shuai’s real name was not “Xiao Shuai”, as clumsily as it sounds. In fact, he had never said his own name, or even spoken a word.

As for why he has such a name...it's mainly because he is really handsome.

The old people of this era usually give their children nicknames casually. If Xiao Shuairen was not a handsome young man as his name suggests, he might have been called "Goudan" or "Gousheng" or something like that...

Goudan... No, Xiaoshuai is probably also a deaf-mute, and his only way of communicating is sign language. It’s just that he is not homeless like the people in this courtyard.

On the contrary, he should be a child from a wealthy family, with polite manners and discretion, and from time to time he would bring some small gifts here without asking for anything in return. Some were cheap and some were expensive, but most of them were to the elders' liking.

This is also why, after only being here for about half a year, he became the second most popular person in this courtyard, second only to Yang Mei.

Of course, to be honest, Xiao Shuai did take something away with him - Yangmei's heart.

Although Miss Yangmei flatly denied it, it was hard to find another word to describe her eager look every day and her foolish steps following Xiaoshuai, other than "fascinated by the beauty"...

Apart from anything else, this old man in the wheelchair has been dealing with sign language all his life, and this was the first time he met a girl who could use sign language so skillfully - after all, you can't use words to communicate with the deaf and mute.

What's the difference between that and kicking a lame person's good leg?

However, even the elderly people from the place where Jiang Mu used to live are always interested in bringing young people together, let alone here.

Nothing can make an old man happier than seeing two kind-hearted boys and girls of the same age secretly get married.

So the old man in the wheelchair gave some advice: "Xiaomei, you can't do this. It's easy for a girl to chase a boy. You have to take the initiative!"