My Healing Games

Chapter 2 Harmonious Neighborhood Relations

"Perfect Life is a relaxing and therapeutic game that can nourish the soul and soothe the mind. It features heartwarming moments and touching daily life scenes. With hope and happiness as its main themes, it aims to bring positive energy to all players..."

Time ticked by, and at 23:59 PM, the mechanical, synthesized voice that had been emanating from the depths of my mind finally ceased.

"Now, you can choose the perfect life that belongs to you."

The hard, cold ground stimulated the nerves in his face, and Han Fei slowly opened his eyes. He found himself lying in an unfamiliar room.

The house is about 70 square meters. The furniture is covered in dust, and the walls are mottled with some black and red stains.

"My head hurts so much, it feels like there's a hole in the back of my head."

A faint musty smell wafted into Han Fei's nostrils, and he could clearly perceive everything around him.

Hearing, sight, smell, touch—this game isn't much different from the real world.

Sitting blankly on the living room floor, Han Fei stared at the empty, cold, and deserted room.

The house's layout and furniture still retain the style of decades ago, and it is covered in dust, as if no one has lived there for a long time.

"Is this my home in the game?"

Han Fei rubbed the back of his head and stood up from the ground: "According to the game introduction, this is a healing life simulation game with an open world and no fixed gameplay. I can work hard to upgrade my character and improve my attributes, collect money to squander and enjoy myself, and even have a virtual girlfriend and have virtual family and love."

Just as Han Fei was pondering what to do next, he suddenly heard a knock on the door.

Bang!Bang!Bang!
Walking to the other side of the living room, Han Fei opened the security door, and the dim light from the motion-activated lamp shone into the room, dispelling the coldness and loneliness.

"Young man, you must be one of the new residents?"

A kind and gentle voice came from outside the door. Standing in the hallway, which was piled with various odds and ends, was an elderly woman with a kind face and a full head of white hair.

"Today is New Year's Day. Grandma's family made dumplings. Come and eat with us. Holidays should be lively and festive."

In modern cities, everyone is very busy, and neighbors may not exchange a single word for weeks. Han Fei had never encountered a situation like this before, where neighbors are invited to their homes for a meal during a holiday.

"Let's forget it, I don't want to trouble you." Since being fired from the company, Han Fei has become taciturn and is not willing to have much interaction with others.

“My son and daughter-in-law are both working in other cities. It’s just me and my grandson at home. I cooked a lot of dishes, and it would be a waste if we couldn’t finish them.”

The old woman looked at Han Fei as if he were her own child, and every word she spoke was like the morning sun, warming him.

"Dumplings symbolize the changing of the year, family reunion, and good fortune. Eating dumplings can dispel the bad luck of the past year. It must be tough for you to work hard all by yourself. Come and have some hot dumplings to warm your stomach."

The old man invited him repeatedly. In reality, Han Fei would probably make up various excuses to refuse, but this is in a game after all. The old man might just be trying to guide him through the storyline.

Nodding, Han Fei picked up a large bunch of keys from the coffee table in the living room, walked out of the room, and helped the old man downstairs.

"Grandma, watch your step and walk slowly."

The stairwell in front of me was piled with clutter and garbage, the iron railings were rusty, and the walls on both sides were covered with small advertisements and children's graffiti.

This place looks like an old neighborhood from over a decade ago. With the rapid development of technology, such neighborhoods are now extremely rare.

The old man led Han Fei down one floor and stopped in front of room 1031.

The numbers painted on the wall in blood-red paint were already somewhat blurred. She coughed softly and opened the door to room 1031.

The rich aroma of meat wafted from inside the house. Han Fei swallowed hard and peered into the house.

The old man didn't turn on the lights in his house; he only lit a few candles on the dining table.

"The fuse blew, and the repairman probably hasn't come yet because of the holiday."

"Grandma, how about I help you? I used to replace the fuses at home myself whenever they burned out." Han Fei didn't treat the old woman like a game NPC. He didn't know why, but perhaps it was because she felt like a real person to him.

"Be careful, the spare fuse is in the drawer." After giving these instructions, the old woman went into the kitchen, where the stewed meat seemed to be cooked.

Standing on a stool, Han Fei changed the fuse, turned on the power, and the warm light illuminated the dark little house.

"Attention Player No. 0000! The G-level normal quest 'Replacing the Fuse' has been completed. Meng Shi's friendship level has increased by five. Harmonious neighborly relations are the first step to a perfect life."

A cold, mechanical voice echoed deep within Han Fei's mind: "The mission system has been activated. Newbie missions have been updated. Completing these missions will help you quickly understand everything about this world."

Hearing the unfamiliar voice in his mind, an attribute panel appeared in front of Han Fei, but before he could take a closer look, the old man carried a pot of fish soup out of the kitchen.

"The fish soup is freshly made, drink it while it's hot." The old woman smiled and placed the fish soup on the dining table. She turned and walked to the bedroom door, unlocking the iron lock on the bedroom door: "Chenchen, come out and eat."

A moment later, a little boy of five or six years old came out of the bedroom. He kept his head down, as if he was throwing a tantrum at the old lady.

"You guys eat first, I still have a few dishes to cook." The old man opened the refrigerator door and took out half a frozen chicken from the top shelf: "The power's been off for so long, and it's still not thawed?"

She put the frozen chicken into a small bowl and casually placed it on the dining table.

"Grandma, don't make so much food, we can't finish it all."

"It's rare for guests to come over, so if we don't cook more, the meat in the fridge will go bad." The kind and gentle old man's busy figure in the kitchen reminded Han Fei of his own family.

When he was very young, his family always had such a lively celebration during the Lunar New Year.

The aroma of meat wafted into Han Fei's nostrils, and the steaming fish soup made him feel somewhat dazed. The memories in his mind seemed to overlap with those of the virtual game.

The dim light illuminated the small house, and the sounds of pots and pans clattering came from the kitchen. A box television played advertisements, and the faint smell of cooking seemed to dispel the indifference of this unfamiliar city.

"These simple, beautiful things are perhaps life itself."

There will always be a dark period in life. If you stop moving forward because you are afraid of the future, you will only be trapped in the darkness forever.

Han Fei picked up a soup ladle and served himself and Chenchen a bowl of fish soup.

The milky white fish soup emitted an enticing aroma, and Han Fei gently blew on the bowl a few times to release the steam.

Just as he was about to taste the fish soup, he suddenly caught a glimpse of the child across the table holding a bowl of fish soup above his head.

"What does this child want to do?"

Before Han Fei could react, the child slammed the bowl full of fish soup onto the ground!
"I would never eat anything taken from a coffin!"

puff!
Upon hearing the child's words, Han Fei spat out a mouthful of fish soup.

coffin?

The ceramic bowl shattered on the floor, and fish soup spilled everywhere. Hearing the noise, the old lady rushed out of the kitchen: "Chenchen! What are you doing?!"

“The things you make are all taken out of coffins!” The boy, who looked only five or six years old, raised his head, his eyes bloodshot.

"What nonsense are you talking about!" The old lady was worried that the boy would get burned, so she ran to the dining table without even taking off her apron.

"The building manager said that only coffins contain dead people!" The boy broke free from the old man's hand, threw the frozen chicken he had just taken out of the refrigerator on the ground, and ran to his bedroom.

"Come back here!"

The old man went into the bedroom, leaving only Han Fei in the living room, who was holding a bowl of fish soup.

"These brats are terrifying." Han Fei silently put down the porcelain bowl. He found a broom and dustpan behind the door and wanted to help the old man clean up, but when he was about to clean up the frozen chicken on the ground, he suddenly remembered something.

The child said he wouldn't eat anything taken from a coffin, but Han Fei could clearly see that the half-frozen chicken was taken out of the refrigerator by the old man.

This wouldn't have been a big deal in itself, but if you consider what the child said later, the building manager told the child that only coffins contain dead people.

Why would this child mistake a refrigerator for a coffin? Is it because there's a corpse hidden in their refrigerator?
kindness?
Thinking about this, Han Fei was stunned. This didn't seem like the unfolding of a healing game!
(End of this chapter)