The Game of Life-Chapter 666 - 664: Memory on the Cabinet

Chapter 666 -664: Memory on the Cabinet

Zhang Zhiyuan was no longer forthcoming, so Jiang Feng had to turn his attention to other people or things. In fact, if possible, he would have liked to ask Zhang Chu directly if he had any regrets. Unfortunately, meeting an old friend isn’t like being on a talent show; he couldn’t just pick up a microphone and ask what dreams he might have.

Zhang Chu was bending over examining the window that Jiang Feng had discovered held memories from before when Cao Guixiang had broken the frame. Because Cao Guixiang had broken it intentionally, its frame looked a little different from the other windows. After studying it for a long time, Zhang Chu concluded that his carpentry skills weren’t very good when he had repaired the window frame, making it look out of place compared to the others.

“This window frame was the first external job I took on. I didn’t get paid for it but I did get a meal out of it. Thanks to this frame, I got to know Guixiang. Later on, Guixiang and I started dating, and I would often visit your Yonghe House, fixing quite a few table and chair legs,” Zhang Chu said cheerfully.

Jiang Feng nodded along perfunctorily, but as he did, something occurred to him.

Last time, he had touched a single window frame and retrieved a memory—Yonghe House had more than one window frame!

Action is better than excitement, and Jiang Feng began touching window frames immediately, starting with the one nearest the staircase and moving his way along. Under Zhang Zhiyuan’s puzzled gaze, Jiang Feng touched each one from start to finish, carefully not missing any corners, until Xu Cheng, Lu Sheng, and Zhang Chu all noticed his peculiar behavior.

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No memory.

Not only was there no memory, he also got a cut on his hand.

The wound wasn’t deep, and it wasn’t very painful. Jiang Feng was so focused on whether he could retrieve a memory while he was touching and then so intent on how to get information out of Zhang Chu afterward that he didn’t even feel the cut until the blood seeped out and was spotted by the observant Lu Sheng.

A chef’s hands are among their most valuable assets, so even a small cut warrants attention. There was a medical kit in Lu Sheng’s office, and though he initially wanted to accompany Jiang Feng, Jiang Feng refused. In the end, Lu Sheng told Jiang Feng where the medical kit was and Jiang Feng went to find it in his office on his own.

Lu Sheng’s office was as messy as a storage room, he only used it for drinking tea and never worked there, important documents were kept at home, so he didn’t worry about Jiang Feng, the owner of Taifeng Building, going into his office alone.

The medical kit was on the top shelf of the cabinet where Lu Sheng kept his tea leaves, which was a bit too high. With the palm of his right hand injured, Jiang Feng didn’t dare put pressure on it as he usually would, which made it difficult to retrieve the kit without help. So, he placed a chair underneath, put a sheet of white paper on it, and prepared to climb up and get it.

Stepping on the chair, Jiang Feng used his right hand to steady himself against the cabinet and reached out with his left hand to grab the medical kit, but before he could touch it, he brushed against the dusty top of the cabinet.

“Ding, obtained a piece of Zhang Chu’s memory.”

Huh.

Startled, Jiang Feng didn’t care about the medical kit in front of him anymore and lowered his head to scrutinize the unremarkable, nondescript cabinet he had never paid attention to before.

Without a closer look, it would have been easy to miss that this cabinet, despite its dusty appearance, was quite old. A careful inspection would reveal that this large cabinet was made without a single visible nail, at least not from the exterior.

Jiang Feng swiftly took down the medical kit, replaced the chair, quickly and simply treated his wound, then strode towards the second floor.

He couldn’t wait to ask Mr. Lu about the origin of the cabinet.

“Mr. Lu!” When Jiang Feng returned to the second floor, Mr. Lu had resumed his happy tea-drinking in his chair, “I just noticed there’s a quite unique cabinet in your office; where did you get it? I’d like to buy one for my house too,” he said.

“For your house?” Mr. Lu was quite puzzled, not understanding Jiang Feng’s interest in placing such a piece of furniture in his home, “That cabinet was left over from the original Yonghe House. I doubt you can find the same one on the market today.”

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“Left over from before? I thought all the large pieces of furniture from Yonghe House would have been burned, so it probably really is impossible to find now.” Jiang Feng showed a regretful expression.

“Indeed, they were all burned, but that one is an exception. The cabinet was originally in the room where my office is now, which used to be a storage room, and it mainly contained tools. Before the fire at Yonghe House, the cabinet had a broken door that wasn’t fixed because the repairman was too busy. My father brought it home to fix, which is how it survived.” Mr. Lu explained, “The cabinet is made of sourwood. Many of the cabinets that burned in the hall were also made from good wood, including a bogu shelf made from rosewood.”

Jiang Feng suddenly understood; it was a fish that escaped the net.

Thankfully, it hadn’t burned, for if the cabinet had been lost to the fire, Zhang Chu’s memory would have perished with it.

“Are you sure your hand is okay? Do you need to go to the hospital? There’s a small health clinic up the road; do you want to have a nurse check it out?” Mr. Lu was still quite concerned about Jiang Feng’s hand.

“No need, it’s just a small cut, shallower than those from a knife. I reckon it’ll be better by tomorrow.” Jiang Feng didn’t care much about his hand; he was more interested in the memory he had just retrieved.

Why had it come from the top of the cabinet?

Could it be that Zhang Chu had climbed on top of the cabinet for no reason back in the day?

“Mr. Lu, I need to go out and make a phone call,” Jiang Feng decided to review the memory first.

“It’s almost time for dinner, remember to come back soon,” Mr. Lu reminded him.

Jiang Feng nodded, then left Yonghe House and walked along the road for about three minutes until he found a small convenience store with seating; it was quiet, and the seats were tucked away in the back. He walked into the store, casually bought a can of cola, and sat down.

Jiang Feng glanced back at the clerk, who was engrossed in her smartphone and didn’t pay him any attention.

Jiang Feng lowered his head slightly, appearing to randomly tap on the table, activating his attributes panel—it looked as if he were merely fidgeting with the table. Although a bit odd, it wasn’t too bizarre; with the pressures of modern work life, it wasn’t unheard of for someone pulled over by traffic police to end up crying in the officer’s arms—so tapping on a convenience store table might not seem so strange.

Jiang Feng selected [A Piece of Zhang Chu’s Memory], clicked yes, and was instantly surrounded by fog.

Darkness.