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Xuefeng listened quietly, and then said softly: "Qin Feng, everyone has their own troubles. And in this trouble, there may be deeper discoveries. Let go of the past and don't be too harsh on yourself. What are you looking for? The new rules ignore the understanding of one’s own heart.”

These words shocked Qin Feng, and he fell into deep thought. Perhaps memory loss is not entirely an obstacle, but an opportunity to re-understand oneself. He began to try to accept this obsession and gain a deeper understanding of himself.

In the following games, Qin Feng gradually let go of his anxiety about amnesia. He began to try to use new ways of thinking and face changes in each game with a more open mind. Xuefeng and Mengchan were also encouraging him and giving him more confidence.

During a battle with Xuefeng, Qin Feng finally found a new way to deal with it. He no longer sticks to the rules in his memory, but instead unleashes his intuition and inspiration. This new style of play made his opponents feel unpredictable and made him feel more relaxed than ever before.

During a night game, the atmosphere was extremely tense. Qin Feng, Mengchan and Xuefeng sat together again, preparing for a crucial decisive battle. This time the opponent is a mysterious newbie, his name is Shadow. Xuefeng reminded everyone to pay attention, because the shadow was rumored to be an extremely talented young player who had risen to prominence at an incredible speed elsewhere.

The competition was extremely fierce, and every player showed his best strength. However, at the critical moment, Qin Feng once again felt inexplicable trouble. He found that he seemed to have doubts about some of the past card games, as if there was something unusual about them.

Mengchan said to Qin Feng after a card game: "Qin Feng, what's wrong with you? You look a little confused."

Qin Feng pondered for a moment and then said: "I don't know if it's an illusion, but I feel like there are some abnormalities in my memory. Some of the card games don't seem to be what I actually experienced, but have been tampered with. "

Xuefeng frowned and glanced around, paying attention to the expressions of other players. However, no one seemed to doubt Qin Feng's doubts except them.

Shadow suddenly said: "Qin Feng, are you starting to doubt yourself? The unreliability of memory is a profound knowledge. Sometimes, people tend to confuse reality with fiction. Maybe you are just misled by your own thinking. "

Qin Feng felt even more conflicted after hearing these words. He tried to remember, but his past experiences became increasingly blurry, like phantoms in the fog. This made him feel powerless and helpless.

In this troubled moment, he decided to think deeply about his memory and try to dig out those fragments that might have been tampered with. Mengchan and Xuefeng silently supported him, understanding that this process was not easy for Qin Feng.

While Qin Feng was thinking, he had a profound review of his memory. He recalled the scenes of learning mahjong when he was a child and the games with his father, but found that some pictures became blurry in his mind, as if they had been modified in some way.

Shadow spoke again: "Qin Feng, you don't need to be too troubled. People's memories are changeable and are affected by time and experience. Sometimes, our brains will make some adjustments to some memories that we don't want to face to alleviate them. pressure."

Qin Feng frowned, feeling his inner uneasiness gradually deepening. Mengchan said with concern: "Qin Feng, no matter what happens, we will support you. Memory may be complicated, but in the face of it, we can choose to understand and accept it bravely."

Xuefeng stared at Qin Feng silently, and he knew Qin Feng's mood at the moment. The existence of the shadow made the whole situation more confusing, and he began to wonder if someone was behind all this. This doubt arose in his mind, and he decided to carefully observe the performance of each player, looking for clues.

The atmosphere of the game became more tense, and each round was a psychological and technical battle. Qin Feng worked hard to adjust his condition and try to get rid of the trouble. However, as the game progressed, he still couldn't get rid of those vague memory fragments in his heart.

During a game with Shadow, Qin Feng suddenly saw a familiar card, which seemed to be a common set when he played against his father when he was a child. However, this picture made him feel strange, as if it contained some unusual information.

Qin Feng stared at the familiar yet unfamiliar group of cards, with ripples in his heart. Shadow's words were like a sharp knife, piercing his inner defense. He couldn't help but start to re-examine those memories that he once regarded as solid.

Mengchan asked with concern: "Qin Feng, do you want to say something?"

Qin Feng pondered for a moment and said slowly: "These memories do not seem to belong entirely to me. Some fragments seem to have been tampered with by some kind of force. I want to trace the roots of all this and find out the truth."

Xuefeng nodded: "Perhaps in the process of solving the mystery, you can find your true self. The fog of memory is not impenetrable, it just requires more effort."

Shadow quietly observed Qin Feng's expression from the side, seeming to be full of interest in his exploration. He said lightly: "Memory is a delicate work of art. Some people are good at carving it, while others are good at tampering with it. Qin Feng, are you willing to walk into this fog and explore the secrets deep in your heart?"

Qin Feng nodded and made up his mind: "I am not afraid of the truth, and I will not escape. No matter what happens, I will find my own memory."

The game continued, and Qin Feng began the adventure deep in his heart. Between games, he immersed himself in memories, trying to piece together the fragmented scenes. The existence of shadow makes this game an adventure about the past and a conversation about the deep heart.

Late one night, Qin Feng sat alone in his room, looking through photos of his childhood. He found that some of the scenes in the photos did not match his memory, as if they had been rearranged. The doubts in his heart became more intense, but he knew that only through this kind of in-depth self-exploration could he find the real clues.

Qin Feng gradually discovered some abnormalities among those memory fragments that seemed real and illusory. Some scenes and characters made him feel weird, as if they had been deliberately manipulated. He began to realize that he might be being pulled toward a certain trajectory, and that the mahjong game was just a cover for it all.

During one game, he fell into an extremely troubled state, unable to distinguish reality from fiction. Mengchan and Xuefeng noticed his uneasiness, and Mengchan said with concern: "Qin Feng, you look very tired, do you need a rest?"