On the plane, Jiang Feng still sat between Jiang Weiguo and Wu Minqi.
On his left was his girlfriend, who had already fallen asleep, and on his right was his grandfather, with his eyes closed in meditation. Sitting in the middle, Jiang Feng couldn't contain his excitement.
Although the timing and circumstances might not have been quite right, he was eager to open the property panel to check out the fresh, still-warm memory that had just dropped from the old man.
How come they say decades-long married couples share an understanding, when the way memories are lost seems exactly the same? Mrs. Jiang's memories clung to candy wrappers, and the old man's memories were on candy as well. Jiang Feng decided to keep this bag of candies well preserved. He planned to distribute them when he got back, one to each person, to see if anyone else could tease out a memory from these sweets.