Strange game designer

The middle-aged woman kept calling, and she was a little worried about Situ An.

No matter how powerful Situ An is on the outside, he will always be a child in her heart, a child who can get hurt, get into trouble, and make people worry.

"Did something happen to him if he didn't come back so late and didn't answer the phone?" The middle-aged woman dialed the number again seriously.

Gao Ming stood nearby. He knew that Situ An could not answer the phone, and he also knew that Situ An would not come back because Situ An was in his heart at this time.

"He must be busy. Let's wait for him while we eat." The middle-aged woman put down the phone and entered the kitchen again to serve food.

The phone has been hung up, but Gao Ming still seems to be ringing in his heart. The sound is getting clearer and clearer, as if he is waiting for Situ An to answer.

The call went directly to the bottom of my heart. What would happen if Situ An really answered the call?

Gao Ming looked at the dining table with hot dishes. The sunlight shone into the room from the window, dividing the room equally.

The half where he was was in shadow, and the other side where the dining table was was much brighter.

"I always feel that the dining table doesn't look like a place to eat." Gao Ming stayed in the shadows, turned around and searched the room, trying to find discordant items.

"Situ An's family can't only be like this. He has personally committed endless evils and heaps of blood debt. So many innocent people have been sacrificed and killed. Each and every happy family has been shattered because of him. How can his family be able to survive?" Stay warm? Why be filled with love?"

"The blood may be hidden somewhere I can't see. There must be ugly and rotting corpses in the corners where the sun can't reach!"

Gao Ming's shoes hit the closet, and there was a tattered cardboard box in the corner between the tan cabinet and the wall.

The box is not big and contains a variety of toys.

Everything in the old house felt familiar to Gao Ming, and it was very consistent with his past memories, except that the shape of the toys in this box was a bit special.

Most of the toys are humanoid, including children holding metal game helmets, carers wearing long-tailed nightcaps, cute big-headed dolls, and celebrities with dark eyes who can't sleep.

"Um?"

The toy man in Gao Ming's hand seemed to have his eyes moving. He reached out and touched the man's eye sockets. The workmanship of the male star was very rough, and he didn't even have eyelids. It made people feel uncomfortable.

There are many similar toys. They don't look like they were bought from the market, but more like old toys that other people don't want and have been collected by a middle-aged woman.

"Those were things Situ An played with when he was a kid. I sorted them out and wanted to give them to the children in the courtyard, but Situ An didn't agree. He's already so old, and his character is still as stubborn as when he was a child." The young woman walked out of the kitchen with two bowls of rice: "Let's eat and wait."

The middle-aged woman would look out the window from time to time. The early summer sunshine was not too dazzling, the window was full of greenery, and time seemed to flow very slowly in the old apartment building.

The food has been served, but those who should come back did not come back, and those who should sit down did not dare to sit down.

One is waiting for his son to come home, and the other is waiting for something unexpected to happen.

"Do you have children at home?" the middle-aged woman suddenly said.

"What's wrong?" Gao Ming turned around and saw that the woman was holding a spoon, scooping out some of the stewed ribs and vegetables and putting them on a separate plate. These seemed to be specially reserved for Situ An.

"You have been looking at those toys. I thought you were going to buy some for your own children." The middle-aged woman covered the food for Situ An with a cover: "Let's eat first."

This was the second time that the woman had politely asked Gao Ming to come near the dining table and come over to eat.

The scent brought back memories of the past, and Gao Ming's body involuntarily moved closer to the dining table. He did not sense any danger, as if he had really returned to a certain noon many years ago.

As he got closer and closer to the dining table, Gao Ming vaguely seemed to hear someone calling his name, but the sound was quickly obscured by the ringing of the phone from the bottom of his heart.

Arriving at the dining table, Gao Ming seemed to be sitting in Situ An's seat.

The middle-aged woman opposite him was also in a trance, muttering to herself: "This child looks like my child."

The cooked rice was placed in front of Gao Ming. The middle-aged woman had a very good personality and a kind heart. She never seemed to have bad intentions.

"Situ An doesn't have many friends. The child always works too hard, wants to be first in everything he does, and doesn't know how to get along with others." The middle-aged woman sighed softly: "Other families want their children to study hard. , I will succeed in the future, but I hope Situ An can stop working so hard and just be safe and healthy."

Seeing Gao Ming sizing her up, the middle-aged woman pushed the stewed pork ribs towards Gao Ming: "Eat food, try auntie's stewed pork ribs. Situ An used to like eating my cooking the most, and he praised me every day. It makes me feel like I’m really good at cooking sometimes.”

Gao Ming picked up the chopsticks, picked up a piece of ribs and put it in the bowl. He did not eat the food on the table, but was thinking about what the middle-aged woman said accidentally.

Situ An used to like my cooking the most?

What she said meant that Situ An didn't like her food now, or that Situ An hadn't come back to eat her cooking for a long time.

Gao Ming caught this small linguistic loophole and understood one thing instantly.

The middle-aged woman is deceiving herself, she knows that Situ An will not come back!

Since he knew that Situ An would not come back, the other party still entertained him warmly, which meant that the other party wanted him to stay and stay in this "home" forever.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

There was a sudden knock on the door, and Gao Ming put down his chopsticks: "Is Situ An back? I'll open the door."

He trotted away from the dining table, and the middle-aged woman also stood up and looked at the door expectantly. She was looking forward to Situ An's return more than anyone else.

Grasping the door handle, Gao Ming opened the heavy door. The early summer wind blew into the house with warm sunshine. The long black hair slid across his face, and the fragrance of rice in the air was washed away.

The skirt fell down, the chirping of cicadas seemed to disappear, the world became quiet, and the woman outside the door stood face to face with Gao Ming.

Looking at the other person's familiar face, Gao Ming never expected that he would be here and see the other person in such a way.

"Xuan Wen?"

Gao Ming's voice was very low, so low that only he could hear it.

Xuan Wen at the door was a little surprised, but she didn't seem to know Gao Ming at all, so she just took a step back out of politeness.

"Hello."

"Ah hello."

Gao Ming didn't say anything more. He nodded very cooperatively, as if this was the first time the two of them met.

The phone ringing in his heart was a little noisy, and Gao Ming made way for him: "Do you want to enter this home too?"