Fist of Fantasy

Chapter 84 Journey of Memories

Liang De turned around and looked around, every small stone on the ground was clearly in his mind.

The big poplar tree next to the roasted cold noodle stand has not been cut down for road construction.

There is a pile of cinders scattered by someone next to the shoe repair shop. He fell there when he was in junior high school and broke his knee, and now there is still a scar on his knee.

The cicadas on the poplar tree were shouting at the top of their voices, zier wa zi zi wa zier wah.

In the video store next door to the shoe repair shop, the Black Panthers' "Leave Me On" was playing on a record player that was blaring and sandy.

"I don't want to say anything more to you, it's me who is angry now.

…make your attitude acceptable, you and I are equal to me.

Don't bother me, don't make me sad.

This is the new Dongguk, I don't want to say more. "

Liang De remembered what year it was.

Dou Wei hasn't been bald this year, and the handsome young man played the flute Hong Hom, blowing all the romance overnight.

This year, his favorite album "Still Fan Debiao" has not been released yet. Tieling is not yet a well-known international metropolis outside the Guan, and Kaiyuan is still a few years away from becoming the eternal Sicily in the hearts of people outside the Guan. Brother Biao still wants to fall in love. The amorous young man is still a few ups and downs away from becoming the future Vito Corleone outside the customs.

With his hands in his pockets, Liang De breathed the air mixed with dust in his memory, and quietly watched a pair of twelve or thirteen-year-old boys and girls walk out of the red brick family building.

The average appearance of this pair of teenagers and girls is much lower than that of Shen Shiyu's siblings, mainly due to the ordinary-looking, ordinary-looking boy with a sloppy walking posture.

Xiao Shao'er looks like my mother, and I follow my father's appearance, except that the eyes are a bit similar, and the appearance is far worse.

It is precisely because of this appearance that is 40 miles away that Liang Jianguo is willing to chase his college classmate Li Weihong from his hometown in Lingnan to the outside of the customs for more than [-] years.

Comrade Jianguo said it was purely because Comrade Wei Hong was beautiful in his heart, but Liang De, who was ugly but honest, didn't believe it.

Liang De lit a cigarette, and his heart was as quiet as a summer afternoon with only the chirping of cicadas.

He remembered what day it was.

That day the old uncle and the others went home to play mahjong. The old uncle, who did not take off his fur coat on a hot day, was so happy that he touched three thieves in a row, so he took some pocket money from the table for Xiaoshaoer and me to buy food.

Liang De saw the tall, fair girl walking ahead with a pompous attitude, holding a few crumpled bills in her hand.

The ordinary-looking young man Liang De followed behind, with a fawning Shiba Inu smile on his face:

"Spoon, let's buy a sticky fire spoon. The bean paste stuffing is so sweet, but it's delicious."

The tall slender girl raised her eyebrows, and her watery eyes widened:

"Little Chopsticks, you know what a fart, you have to eat crispy fire spoons and beef stuffing!"

"The money given by my uncle is not enough to buy two beef fire spoons."

"It's terrible to cut a person in half, stupid!"

The two entered a snack bar with a red guise at the door one after the other.

The pretense is the shop sign, like a big lantern, with a loop in the middle and a streamer at the bottom, and a ring tied by three ropes on the top. The ring is hung outside the door when the store is open during the day, and it is put away at night when it is closed.

Outside the customs, the red ones are Chinese restaurants, the halal ones are blue ones, one is a snack shop for the masses, two are mid-range stir-fried restaurants, and the fourth is a big restaurant, which means that the master is a capable person. Big dishes can be prepared. If the chef in this kind of big restaurant can't prepare the food after ordering, the chef and shopkeeper will come out and pour wine to make amends.

Liang De sat at the table in the snack bar, watching the young girl choose a beef fire spoon, and asked the fat cook with a big head and a thick neck to cut it in half.

The fat cook may have a problem with his legs and feet. He walks up and down like a cripple without crutches.

I saw a large kitchen knife go down, and the crispy outside and tender and steaming beef fire spoon was cut into two pieces, one big and one small.

The big half of the fire spoon is fully doubled in size!

It was too late, but then it was too late, the young Shiba Inu wearing pull-back canvas shoes jumped up, like a fierce dog jumping over the wall, reached out and grabbed the big fire spoon, turned and ran!

The tall slender girl was taken aback for a moment, then stuffed the remaining half of the beef fire spoon into her mouth, and quickly chased it out with a pair of long legs!

She chased after him while chewing the fire spoon, and shouted inarticulately:

"Little Chopsticks, stop for me!"

The young Liang De uttered loose vernacular outside the pass from the front:

"Sorry, the winner is king, a stupid roe deer doesn't use his brain, and will always be a stupid roe deer.

Isn't half a fire spoon enough to eat?Go back home and ask Mommy to cook a bowl of noodles for you! "

"You're on the street, the Yan family..." Liang Lu was about to finish the second half of the auspicious and wealthy Longmen swearing, when he suddenly remembered that the person in front of him was his own brother, so he could only brake suddenly and change his tone.

"Dog basket! Hold back and run!"

"Shao'er, keep chasing after me for a while, and I won't run away after I finish eating!"

The young Liang De gnawed on the fire spoon fiercely, his face was covered with oil, and his mouth let out a German-style maniacal laugh that was about to be accomplished.

Liang De breathed out a mouthful of mint-flavored light blue smoke, and watched the two people chasing and fleeing back disappear into an alley.

Shen Shiyu stood behind Liang De with a disgusted expression on his face.

"As a brother, you should give up to your sister. It's just a beef pie. What's wrong with giving her all of it? It's useless."

"It's none of your business." Liang De felt even more unhappy when he thought that his soul was at stake, and he wondered if he could return to Blue Star's hometown.

He spit out the cigarette butt with a puff, and his figure disappeared in this memory. As soon as Liang De left, the figure of Shen Shiyu also left with Liang De involuntarily.

She and Liang De's martial arts soul intersected more and more, and they could only travel together with him in their respective memories.

The scenes of memory flow continuously, sometimes Liang De's memory, sometimes the memory of Judging the Times.

The figures of Liang De and Shen Shiyu kept flashing in the memory of the past 20 years.

As the martial arts primordial spirit gradually began to merge, the pain of Ling Chi that seeped into the soul began to intensify.

Liang De and Shen Shiyu could no longer maintain a sober bystander state, and their chaotic consciousness began to invest in themselves in the memory world, as if reliving the past 20 years.

The gray-black world and the ice-blue world are constantly intertwined, and the memories of Liang De and Shen Shiyu are gradually fused together.

The little boy Liang De was watching the ice lantern festival with two lines of clear nose and hissing haha. He passed by a silent little girl with short black hair who was being held by a strange woman.

12-year-old Shen Shiyu hid in the small courtyard where he secretly cried after his parents' funeral. A boy who laughed like a Shiba Inu threw a box of tissue paper into the pond from the second floor.

15-year-old Liang De went to buy supper for his younger sister who was hospitalized with a broken right leg. He spent a long time at the Korean fried chicken restaurant where he worked in Shenshiyu and the clerk who was always frowning. Packed with sweet chili sauce.

In order to take care of her younger brother, Shen Shiyu gave up the university she had always dreamed of, and filled in a local ordinary college. That night, she walked into the high school playground alone to relax, and saw a sweaty Shiba Inu boy sitting under the basketball hoop. Smoking, he cursed at the other end of the phone, saying that in the future he will only smoke and not drink, and keep the liver of your poor old man for yourself, and Xiao Shaoer specifically doesn't like it.

……

Yanjing's late night, two o'clock in the morning.

Liang De was wearing a business white shirt and black Oxford shoes, his hair was neatly combed, leaning decadently on the left side of the vending machine, light blue smoke rising into the depths of the starless night sky, half of his work badge was exposed in his trouser pocket The words "Senior Administrative Manager of ... Co., Ltd." can be vaguely seen.

Shen Shiyu is dressed in an urban OL outfit, a light blue silk shirt with a black skirt, and her brocade-like long black hair is pulled up high.She silently leaned against the wall to the right of the vending machine, with a lighted women's slim cigarette between her fair fingers.

"In another hour, I will die suddenly."

The trial language did not speak.

"In another minute, the primordial spirit will start to merge deeply, and you and I will die."

The next door to the vending machine was still silent.

Liang De didn't speak any more, bought two cups of coffee from the vending machine, and handed a cup to Shen Shiyu next to him.

When the cigarette between Shen Shiyu's fingers was two-thirds lit, the figures of the two disappeared again.

……

The blue star system, somewhere in this world.

Liang Lu felt thirsty after waking up from the dream. She picked up the mobile phone next to her pillow, rubbed her eyes, and walked to the kitchen by the light of the screen.

Liang Lv took a bottle of Qiulin Kvass from the refrigerator, took a sip, and opened the bib international version habitually with his left hand.

She switched to the bib trumpet, and found a person in the list of special attention who used "Little Yellow Bird Forced to Work.JPG" as his profile picture.

His last scarf was taken from the leftover dining table.

I don’t know where it’s from outside the Guanwai restaurant, the pot of meat is covered with tomato sauce, and there is more than half of the unfinished beef fire spoon on the table.

There is no gourmet filter in the photo, and the composition is messed up. It looks like it was taken casually by a straight man with his own mobile phone camera.

This scarf only has more than 20 short words:

"Put tomato sauce on the right side of the pot, can it still be called the right side of the pot? The beef fire spoon is still half delicious. [doge dog head]"

A few drops of clear tears fell on the shoulder of Qiulin Gevas's bottle, and the knuckles of Liang Lu's right hand holding the bottle turned white.

"Hit the street, dog basket..."

(End of this chapter)