v3 Chapter 860： What do you really want

"No, no, this is absolutely not possible. There has never been such a reason. How can you communicate casually with craftsmanship from the family? I don't need you, so don't come to me again."

Before the fog cleared, Jiang Feng heard this series of words full of rejection in his voice.

"Master Peng, Master Peng..."

The fog cleared.

Jiang Feng saw that Jiang Chengde, who was a little younger than the last one, was a little familiar to him, but he was totally unfamiliar, and he must be pushed out by a middle-aged man who had never seen him before.

Jiang Feng was at the door of Yongheju. He was standing inside the door with a middle-aged man he had never seen before. Jiang Chengde was pushed out the door just now.

Jiang Feng tentatively walked two steps out, and found that he couldn't get out as expected. The memory of the house becoming a sperm was not good, and the range of activities was too limited.

"Master Peng, you can think about it again." Jiang Chengde's posture was very low, and he seemed to be demanding.

Known as Master Peng, the person suspected of being Peng Changping's grandfather waved his hand decisively, with a look of impossibility: "Impossible, I don't have to consider this matter."

"Xiaojiang, I admire you very much. I have discussions on everything, but I didn’t discuss it. Not only I didn’t have any discussions, but I tell you, in the entire Beiping City, you will never find a person who would agree with you, Tian Fangye Tan, don't even think about it!"

Very decisive.

Master Peng closed the door of Yongheju with a "touch", shut Jiang Chengde outside, and walked to the kitchen without looking back.

"Father, let's not open the door for business today? This... has Boss Lu agree to the closing of the door?" Peng Changping's father, the younger version of Master Peng that Jiang Feng had seen in the kitchen before, timidly poked out a piece from the kitchen. Head, whispered.

Master Old Peng:...

"You go and open the door." Old Master Peng left this sentence angrily, patted his pants, and went into the kitchen.

Master Peng could only walk to the door silently and reopen the door.

Jiang Chengde was still outside the door, the two looked at each other, and the atmosphere was indescribably embarrassing.

"Master Jiang, my father won't agree. You should go back first. Taifeng Building will also be open today, right?" Master Peng kindly persuaded him.

Jiang Chengde, who had eaten a closed door, looked a little depressed. This was the first time Jiang Feng saw him, a grandfather who was always calm and serious, and even stupefied with such an expression.

"Master Xiao Peng, do you think my idea is wrong?" Jiang Chengde was not only depressed, but also a little confused.

"I can't tell." Master Peng squeezed out a smile, "I actually heard what you and my father said just now. It is indeed a fantasy. There has never been such a precedent."

"But I think it might be a good way." Master Peng smiled, "It's just that it's impossible at my home. The situation in our two houses is so similar. How could it be possible to pass on the handicrafts from the family to outsiders? You don't worship me. Dad is a teacher. And I think you are all good at cooking now, you just need to practice your own cooking, there is no need to learn other dishes."

"What are you little **** doing outside? How long has it been since you opened the door? Why don't you come in and help me? Want to exhaust your father and me?" Master Lao Peng's screams came from the kitchen behind. .

"My dad urged me and I won't tell you. Really, if you really want to do this, try another one. My dad will definitely not agree to it. Don't come again." Master Peng hurried back. After leaving the kitchen, only Jiang Chengde was left standing at the door of Yongheju.

Jiang Chengde stood at the door for a while and left.

A fog.

Jiang Feng:? ? ?

Does Yongheju become forgetful when he gets older, and can't even remember it all? What kind of stuff is this?

If you compare this to a TV series, Jiang Feng feels that he just watched the opening song and the result is gone.

Then Jiang Feng found that something was not quite right.

He has been in the fog.

Under normal circumstances, the time of entering the memory of the fog will be unstable, ranging from a few seconds to two or three minutes as long. The time of the memory leaving the fog is usually very short, at most seven or eight seconds.

He said that after staying in the fog for more than a minute, there was no sign of dispersing, but it became thicker and thicker.

Isn't this forgetfulness or Alzheimer's disease, or that the torch burned out the brain of Yongheju, so the memory was chaotic.

Jiang Feng usually stood still in the house, but the fog this time was too weird, even more weird than the memory of Sun Maocai last time, Jiang Feng began to walk around.

Then he heard the sound, and walked in the direction of the sound, the sound became clearer and clearer, it was Jiang Chengde's voice.

"Master Peng, maybe I was too reckless yesterday. After I went back, I thought about it again. I think we can..."

The sound disappeared, as if suddenly running forward, Jiang Feng quickly speeded up and walked forward, chasing the disappearing sound.

"Master Peng, if you are not at ease, let's start with the exchange. I..."

Run again.

"Master Peng, I have a new idea here, take a look..."

carry on.

"Master Peng, why don't you think about it..."

do not stop.

"Master Peng..."

"..."

Jiang Feng felt that he was very tired, he began to pant, began to sweat, and began to feel exhausted. This was the first time he had such a real feeling in his memory. Although in the mist, he can’t see anything, but Jiang Feng feels that the process he was running just now was to keep pushing open one door after another. In each door is Jiang Chengde’s persuasion to Master Peng. Every day, every run is the passage of time.

He has no way to judge the direction, can’t see the way forward, or even know how much he has ran He can only run forward based on his feelings, abandoning all judgments, and chasing that section intermittently based on his feelings. Never finished words.

Finally, Jiang Feng felt a little unable to run.

The words he can hear are getting shorter and shorter. At first there may be complete sentences, but later they become half sentences, half sentences, small sentences, a few words, and finally there are only a few tremolos with no ligatures. .

Jiang Feng paused and gasped.

He was so tired, he had never been so tired before, and he felt like he was going to run away.

"Master Jiang, what do you want?" This was the voice of Peng Changping's father. In the front, Jiang Feng stepped forward and walked a few steps, his tired legs trembling.

But he was still walking forward, as if to chase something.

He didn't know why he had to go forward.

He knew that Jiang Chengde's sentence Master Peng was to pursue what he wanted in his heart, to communicate, to study, and to prove the way.

But for what?

He is just a spectator, he can't even see, he can only listen, and he can't hear completely. In the fog, why is he running?

Jiang Feng felt that he must be doing something, something inexplicable that has nothing to do with all of this.

"You said, this is not learning, nor is it asking for advice, it is communication. You said that you will not sell any dishes you have learned in Tai Fung Building. Can't use it, then why do you want to learn?"

Jiang Feng was still walking forward.

"I don't know either." This was Jiang Chengde's voice.

"But I know I must learn, because only after learning can I know what I really want."

Jiang Feng left the memory.