novelODS Chapter 333 How can one have it all?
Chapter 333 How can one have it all?
The scenery of Jiangnan outside the window gradually recedes into the distance, and the city buildings, waterways, and fields are sliced into frames that are rapidly receding by the pale golden winter sunlight.
The business class seats are very quiet.
Jiang Feng leaned back in his chair, his fingertips gently stroking the scarf around his neck.
He still feels lingering fear when he thinks about that chaotic scene that morning.
After the preview livestream ended on the 20th, the group had barbecue together and then went to sing karaoke.
After a lively and crazy night, everyone went their separate ways on the 21st.
Fang Ningxue's flight was at 8 a.m., Chen Dexing and Zhang Jindong took the high-speed train in the morning, and Jiang Feng and An Ke went to the airport together to see Fang Ningxue off.
Everything was normal at first.
Jiang Feng even thought it was just an ordinary farewell during winter break.
Fang Ningxue suddenly stopped in front of the security checkpoint.
She first handed three exquisitely crafted brocade boxes to Jiang Feng.
Those were top-quality silk products from Hangzhou that she had specially selected.
The silk scarf was for Jiang Feng's mother.
The other two are reserved for other female elders in the family.
The gift was understated yet perfectly thoughtful.
Jiang Feng was already somewhat moved when he received the brocade box.
But what truly changed the atmosphere at the airport was the next moment.
Fang Ningxue took out a gray scarf from her tote bag.
That wasn't a ready-made product bought from a shopping mall.
The stitches are fine and the texture is soft, carrying the unique warmth of hand-knitting.
This usually intellectual and aloof person on the commentary stage, and rational and restrained at work, had his ears turn red for the first time ever.
But she did not back down, nor did she pay attention to the stares from passersby, or even look at An Ke's gradually freezing expression.
She simply tiptoed, raised her fair and slender wrist, and carefully wrapped the scarf around Jiang Feng's neck.
The movements were gentle, yet decisive.
My fingertips occasionally brushed against Jiang Feng's neck, carrying a soft, warm touch.
For a moment, Jiang Feng froze, a rare occurrence for him.
He has played 1v3, 1v full map, 1v sniping across the entire network, and even cheaters.
But he had never been in a situation like this before.
Fang Ningxue, a rational and intellectual woman, throws a straight punch at the moment of parting—who can handle that?!
At this moment, Jiang Feng's mastery of impartiality has temporarily failed.
"It's cold up north, remember to wear a scarf."
"Don't just focus on playing games."
She paused, her voice very soft.
After saying that, she smiled slightly, dragged her suitcase, and turned to enter the security checkpoint.
Her clothes swayed gently, her silhouette slender and graceful.
They left cleanly and efficiently.
A final look back:
See you next year!
It was like a meticulously planned tactical raid.
Without any further explanation or looking back to finish off the opponent, he had already dealt the highest damage of the game.
The atmosphere at the time was indescribable.
All I can say is that An Ke stood there stunned for a full three seconds.
Three seconds later, Anke's entire face turned red.
It's not shyness.
It is red-temperature.
She glanced at the scarf around Jiang Feng's neck, then at the security checkpoint where Fang Ningxue had disappeared—her home had been robbed right before her eyes!
"scarf!"
"scarf……"
"I can buy silk too!"
"You just wait!"
After saying that, Anke turned and left.
Busy and energetic, with a murderous aura.
Jiang Feng stood there, touching the scarf around his neck, unsure whether to chase after him or pretend nothing had happened.
Is this a real-life battleground?
It's even harder to crack than the top-secret Space Agency's Black Room.
Anke rushed back just before they reached the high-speed rail station.
Anke was panting, carrying a heavy wooden box in her arms, her bangs disheveled.
"Here you are."
An Ke shoved the wooden box into Jiang Feng's arms, arrogantly raising her chin, but her eyes were somewhat uneasy.
"These are for my uncle and aunt."
Jiang Feng looked down at the wooden box in his arms.
"What is this?"
He opened a crack.
The next second, an extremely rich and powerful aroma of tea wafted over.
Although Jiang Feng doesn't know much about tea, he does know about prices.
"Da Hong Pao? Lao Ban Zhang? Pre-Qingming Longjing?"
He looked at the increasingly exquisite packaging in the box, his expression gradually becoming subtle.
"Coco, why did you buy such an expensive thing? I can't accept it!"
"Buy what?!"
Like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, Anke immediately lowered her voice and retorted.
"My best friend told me that when you see... well, when you give gifts to elders, you should give something practical."
Her voice grew softer and softer, but she still managed to maintain a righteous tone.
"I took this from my dad's safe in his tea room when he wasn't home."
"Anyway, he usually doesn't want to drink it, so it's just taking up space."
"Take this and let your dad try it!"
Jiang Feng's expression was quite interesting when he heard this.
If he remembered correctly, An Ke had said before that An Mingyuan loved incense first and tea second.
In other words, this box of items is most likely not ordinary inventory.
It was, in fact, a treasured possession of that Chairman An.
Jiang Feng could almost picture how high An Mingyuan, the powerful and influential businessman, would go when he got home, opened the safe in his tea room, and discovered that his treasured, rare tea leaves had vanished. Then, upon checking the security footage, he would find that the culprit was none other than his own daughter.
At that moment, Jiang Feng seemed to hear the heartbroken lament of an old, handsome man.
Just before getting into the car, An Ke muttered something under her breath:
"It's just a scarf, I can make one too..."
"next year……"
"Attention passengers, our next stop is Laizhou Station. Passengers who wish to disembark, please gather your belongings in advance..."
The high-speed train announcement pulled Jiang Feng back from his warm yet thrilling memories.
Next year, next year...
Jiang Feng sighed.
There is no way to have it all in this world.
The hardest thing to bear is the favor of a beautiful woman.
This is double the usual amount...
Jiang Feng shook his head, stood up, tightened his scarf again, picked up the top-grade silk given by Fang Ningxue in one hand and the exorbitantly priced tea that An Ke had "borrowed" in the other, and walked out of the carriage with the flow of people.
The moment the car door opened, the biting cold wind of the northern December, mixed with fine snowflakes, rushed in like knives. But Jiang Feng didn't feel particularly cold.
Looking at the familiar city streets outside the station exit and listening to the long-lost Laizhou dialect around him, Jiang Feng took a deep breath of the cool, clear air, and his eyes became incredibly bright.
came back.
Laizhou.
This city is not prosperous; its high-rise buildings are not as dense as those in Hangzhou, and its streets are not as brightly lit as those around West Lake.
But when the chilly air, carrying the scent of the sea breeze, entered his lungs, Jiang Feng felt an inexplicable sense of peace.
He left home too early in his previous life.
He discovered his talent for FPS games at the age of eight, became famous at a young age, and was full of vigor, always feeling that he was destined to stand on the highest stage.
At that time, he thought that it wouldn't be too late to go home after he had truly achieved success.
Wait until you become famous, until you win a championship, until you make a lot of money, until your parents can stand tall in front of others and say, "My son is successful."
But life never waits for people to be ready.
The delayed release of PUBG's Chinese server is due to age restrictions, contract disputes, hand injuries, a slump, and support from other developers.
He did make money.
But that wasn't the success and fame he had once dreamed of.
It's more like a genius whose wings have been clipped, relying on their remaining skills to desperately try to survive in the cracks of fate.
His parents never blamed him.
The less Jiang Feng blamed it, the more uneasy he felt.
He remembered once in his past life when he returned home for the Lunar New Year. His father, who had drunk a little, awkwardly asked him, even though he knew nothing about esports:
"Are you even capable of competing in that tournament?"
Jiang Feng laughed and said he wouldn't play anymore, since playing games could make a lot of money.
The father nodded and didn't ask any more questions.
But in that instant, Jiang Feng clearly saw a fleeting hint of regret in his father's eyes.
It's not that I think he's useless.
Instead, she felt sorry for him for not being able to reach the place he most wanted to go.
That was the place Jiang Feng found hardest to let go of in his past life.
He failed to become the person he wanted to be.
He also failed to become the person his parents thought he would become.
But now, everything is different.
A complete right hand, the youthful spirit that has not yet been extinguished...
And the world knows your name.
This time, he didn't come back because he was running away, nor because he was tired.
He returned home with dignity.
"Little Wind!"
At 21:53 PM, the sky was dark and the wind and snow were bleak.
At the entrance of the high-speed rail station, two familiar figures waved to him.
There will always be two people in the world who will wait for you.
They'll all be there if you just turn around.
"dad!"
"mom!"
"I'm back……"