Jian Qing temporarily crammed at night, downloaded the game "Fenghualu" and found a server to build an account.

From the beginning of the game, she lit up her eyes. The world truly restored the customs, customs and geographical features of the Ming Dynasty.

The player plays a role as an official from the late Ming Dynasty court, who was ups and downs in the officialdom and experienced the prosperity and decline of the dynasty.

Different from the domestic bad-made fairy tale or swordsman game themes, the game perspective of "Fenghualu" does not project too much onto the "Hero", but instead focuses on the opposing theme of "desire and reason".

Get rid of human desires and keep the laws of nature.

In the context of eunuchs being in power, the court rules are in chaos, and the ruler and ministers are indifferent, the protagonist who is just starting to enter the official career is to go with the flow and make money, or to be a clean and honest official, the game gives players a high degree of freedom to choose and experience.

The game plot is very profound but not obscure. Before I knew it, time just slipped away.

When she realized it, she realized that it was almost dawn.

This is the first time Jian Qing plays a game so fascinated by it. In the past, Lin Yi would occasionally be dragged to play some popular games nowadays, but they are all popular for three minutes and can't get too much interest.

During the whole night, she did not forget to analyze its art style during the game.

The atmosphere, furnishings and layouts of each scene, and the makeup of each game image, how to reflect the character's character and personality through clothing and hairstyles.

After exploring the style that the production team liked, Jian Qing felt a little relieved, turned off the computer lightly, climbed onto the bed and fell asleep.

When she woke up, there was no one in the dormitory.

Jian Qing buried her head in the quilt and went to touch the phone on the shelf in a daze to see the time. It was already 1:00 noon.

Although she didn't want to leave the warm bed, if she didn't get up, her tutor would be late.

Aunt Qin opened the door and saw Jian Qing, smiling and greeted him enthusiastically, "Xiao Jian, here you are here."

"I heard from Mr. Lu that you will help take care of Mianmian at night. Oh, it's really thanks to you, otherwise I'm really worried about Mianmian." Aunt Qin said in a nagging manner: "Don't worry, when my son recovers from illness, you won't have to work hard."

Aunt Qin wiped the water stained on her hands on her apron and took out a new pair of women's slippers from the shoe cabinet, with light pink and thin velvet on the upper, which was a rabbit pattern, which was very cute.

Jian Qing wore the extra pair of sandals that Aunt Qin had worn before.

The owner of this house has done the ultimate goal of "Duoshili". Apart from the items used by children, there is no unnecessary and cumbersome thing in the house.

Even the slippers are only two pairs for one person, a pair of summer sandals and a pair of cotton slippers for winter.

"It's cold, wear these pairs." Aunt Qin bent down and put her slippers at her feet.

Jian Qing was stunned and felt a little embarrassed, "No need, it's not very cold when turning on the heating. This pair is Mimian's mother's, I can't wear it very well."

Aunt Qin waved her hand quickly, "No, it's just bought it for you."

The water burned in the kitchen pot boiled out and dripped onto the hot fire, making a whispering sound.

She put down her slippers, said nothing more, and quickly returned to the kitchen to turn off the fire.

She bought the slippers specially in the store. If Lu Huaiyu hadn't reminded her when she went out in the morning, she would have forgotten to prepare a pair of cotton slippers for the little girl.

It wasn't because I forgot it on purpose, but I really didn't have this consciousness. I had Mianmian and Mr. Lu, plus her three others when I came and went back and forth.

Lu Huaiyu rarely brings guests home. Aunt Qin asked her if she wanted to prepare a pair of slippers for Mianmian's mother.

He rejected it by the understatement of the words "It can't be done a few times a year."

Sometimes she couldn't help but mutter to herself that this couple really didn't look like a couple.

After hearing Aunt Qin say this, Jian Qing didn't have so much concern, so she put on her shoes and walked into the living room.

Mianmian had long been waiting for her while sitting in front of the drawing board, and asked with a smile, "Hello sister."

Time to teach children to draw is always fast. Aunt Qin worked in the kitchen for an afternoon and came out at six o'clock with the garbage. "Xiao Jian, then I'll leave. The supper is ready. You can have it together."

"Yeah, okay." Jian Qing stood up and sent her away.

"Goodbye Aunt Qin." The little guy said goodbye with a glutinous voice.

I will be proactive in saying hello and saying goodbye, and I don’t need to teach you.

After closing the door, Jian Qing remembered that she forgot to ask Aunt Qin if she wanted to wait for Lu Huaiyu to come back to have dinner together.

"Mianmian, will my dad usually come back for dinner at night?"

The little guy shook his head, "I don't know either. Sometimes I come back and sometimes I don't come back."

“……”

Jian Qing was silent for a moment and decided to send a message to ask. After all, it was the money Lu Huaiyu earned, and the aunt invited me to cook. If I didn't wait for anyone to come back, I felt a little guilty.

She clicked on WeChat and the conversation between them was clean, with only two transfer records from Lu Huaiyu.

Jian Qing: [Come back for dinner tonight?]

After asking, she stared at the screen and waited for news, and opened his circle of friends boredly.

It was just as clean and had no circle of friends. Those who didn't know thought she was blocked.

Even the cover is pure white, and I can't tell the owner's personality at all.

After a long time, there was no reply. I guess he was busy. Jian Qing locked the screen and said, "Is Mianmian hungry? Can we wait for dad for half an hour?"

The little guy nodded sensibly.

One big and one small, I sat obediently on the sofa and waited for half an hour, but there was still no reply on the other end of WeChat.

Jian Qing could only add a message to tell him that they would have dinner first.

It was not until eight o'clock in the evening that Jian Qing received his WeChat message.

Lu Huaiyu: [Sorry, I didn’t see it when I was undergoing surgery just now.]

Lu Huaiyu: [If I don’t come back to have dinner in the future, I will tell you in advance.]

She seemed to read his low, slow, and slow tone in the black square words.

A faint explanation, quiet as water, revealing the upbringing engraved in the bones.

After cleaning up the restaurant and kitchen, Jian Qing leaned lazily on the sofa, and replied with a little girl's expression that was more ok.

The night outside the window is low, and the lights of thousands of homes are lit.

Mianmian became a little excited after eating and drinking, and pulled Jian Qing to play house with her.

The little hands were a little clumsy, but the force was gentle, so he combed the Barbie's hair and changed his clothes.

"These are all bought by my mother!" The little guy showed off his rows of Barbie with some smugness.

They were all dressed in gorgeous clothes, with delicate makeup, and their owners had thick and soft hair like seaweed.

There are a wide variety of clothes and accessories that can be changed. If you count them carefully, you may have more clothes than Jian Qing.

Jian Qing watched Mianmian play with it seriously, but another little girl flashed through her mind.

She also held a cheap, pirated Barbie doll in her hand. Although it was fake, she still had a lot of fun and carefully dressed up the doll.

A sour and warm conflicting feeling emerged inside.

Jian Qing blinked her bright eyes, curled her lips, and echoed the little guy, "This Barbie looks like Mimian's mother."

The little guy nodded, and said with a smile: "I like Dorothy the most."

Dorothy is Barbie's name.

Mianmian raised her interest, took Jian Qing's hand and went to the room, "Sister, I want to see my mother's photo. Can you help me get it? She is more beautiful than Dorothy."

Jian Qing was held by her hands and looked at the time of the wall clock, "Okay, but after watching, you have to brush your teeth and go to bed, okay?"

"Okay--" the little guy agreed glutinously, very obedient and soft.

She raised her head and pointed to the tall chest of drawers in the guest room, "It's on the top floor, I can't get it."

Jian Qing followed the position of Mianmian's finger and opened the solid wood drawer. Sure enough, there was a thick album.

She took out the album collection with one hand, which was a little heavy.

Yu Guang caught a glimpse of the album underneath, pressing a stack of documents in a transparent bag of documents.

On the white paper of a4, five big black words are eye-catching—

Divorce Agreement.

A few simple words mean heavy, symbolizing a misunderstanding relationship and a broken family.

“…”

Jian Qing's pupils dilated slightly, and for a moment his breathing stopped, as if he was afraid that Mianmian would see it, so he hurriedly closed the drawer.
Chapter completed!