Fist of Imagination

It was exactly 12 noon when Liang De returned to the Blue Star of World No. 415 on this shore.

Xiangbei City is in the subtropical monsoon climate zone. Although it has only been a short time since the beginning of summer, the weather has become a little hot. The sunlight in early May is not dazzling, but after the focused reflection of the glass curtain walls of urban buildings, it will occasionally dazzle the eyes of pedestrians.

Liang De was dazzled several times after leaving the Red Leaf Building Apartment, but he didn't find it particularly annoying.

When he was in his hometown on Blue Star, he was already accustomed to urban light pollution. Now, he has gone a step further, because his hairlessness has become an important part of light pollution, hurting the eyes of innocent passers-by from time to time.

Since the existence of cities, various types of pollution have arisen.

After Liang De trained himself into a warrior who is not afraid of pollution, he has developed some familiarity with the noise, haze, and strong light in the city. Every time he returns to Xiangbei City from another world, he can't help but take a few more breaths of the distinctive Blue Star air.

The air pollution in Xiangbei is not serious, far less than the city where Liang De grew up, but when he walked into Shanhou Street where Yingxuetang Bookstore is located, the diesel exhaust from afar still reminded him of his hometown.

He doesn't often think about things in his hometown. Although the life revolving lantern can flip through the soul memory at any time, it requires the power of the martial arts soul, especially the computing power.

A specific soul memory is not originally there, and the soul does not store complete linear memories, but a lot of fragmented materials.

For example, the memory of color, the memory of temperature, the memory of touch, the memory of smell, etc. Every time you use the life revolving lantern to flip through the past, you need to call up various materials for temporary construction, so that you can see the perfect soul memory.

Usually, most of his soul computing power is in the background to deduce martial arts, constantly exploring the most suitable method of practice for him, and there are not many resources to use at will.

To draw a lottery in the vending machine of the Self-nature Realm, one needs to reorganize the soul memory from beginning to end, so he has not used the self-nature supernatural power of "returning light photography" for a long time. After entering the Realm for so long, the self-operated products are still only Xiuxian coffee and suffocating cigarettes.

He rarely deliberately recalls the past, as if he is avoiding something.

But the familiar smell can always evoke some memory fragments of the past.

Although these fragments are not as perfect as soul memories, those hazy pictures are also enough to touch people's hearts.

Liang De stopped in the crowd that had nothing to do with him, stood next to a stall selling pancakes and closed his eyes.

He remembered that when Xiao Shaoer was just in junior high school, he would secretly take Olay from the dressing table in the master bedroom to apply on his face from time to time.

Other people in the family knew about this, but they didn't say it.

On the way home from school, the two of them would always encounter several diesel trucks carrying goods.

He and his sister walked on the narrow sidewalk, and the clock hands in the small shop on the street moved slowly, and every time they looked at it, it was a few minutes before six o'clock.

On the left is the smell of diesel exhaust, and on the right is the smell of Olay.

He doesn't need to go through the revolving lantern of life to remember everything clearly, as if it happened yesterday.

Let another personality find the way home, and sleep until it's done?

How can he sleep?

Liang De stood on the road for a while, suddenly opened his eyes and twitched his nostrils exaggeratedly.

He looked at the stall owner who was adding spicy strips to the pancake with a serious face, and covered his chest with grief and said:

"You, how can you add spicy strips to the pancake."

He approached the stall and found a bottle of salad dressing next to the round iron plate used for pancakes.

Liang De's face wrinkled up immediately, as if he couldn't breathe.

"And salad dressing, how can you put salad dressing in the pancake, is it edible?"

It's really a collapse of etiquette and music, and the pancake will not be a pancake!

The stall owner's aunt kept her hands on it, and added two thin crisps to the pancake and scraped them off with a scraper.

"It's fine if you add it. Young people like spicy strips nowadays. There are spicy strips in grilled cold noodles, aren't they the same?"

"Spicy strips shouldn't be added to grilled cold noodles!"

How can young people nowadays do this!

The decline and distortion of traditional culture started with adding spicy strips to pancakes and grilled cold noodles. If a nation loses its own culture, it is equivalent to losing everything.

Liang De's burning sense of responsibility was hotter than the iron plate of the pancake at this moment.

"Sister, name a price. I'll buy all the spicy strips and salad dressing you brought today."

"Okay."

The stall owner picked up the plastic basket of spicy strips, counted them, and handed it to Liang De, saying:

"It's fifty for you, and do you want chicken strips?"

What, chicken strips? !

...

Xiangbei Branch of Yingxuetang Bookstore.

"Uncle Liang, you're back from your business trip."

Zhao Yuhan stood behind the cashier in a bookstore clerk's apron and greeted him.

"I'm back, Yuhan, you can't rest at noon while working here, it's too hard.

Have you had lunch? I brought you some spicy strips."

Liang De put a basket of spicy strips on the counter, and suddenly thought of something, saying:

"Today is not the weekend, why did you come to work?"

"Because of the previous incident with the White Lotus Evil God, the Evil Disaster Bureau gave me a leave of absence. Anyway, I have learned the high school courses more than ten times, so I can just take the college entrance examination when the time comes."

Zhao Yuhan picked up the basket and whistled, calling a few snowball-like tit painting spirits to come down from the screen to eat spicy strips.

The girl deliberately hummed twice and said to Liang De:

"So these spicy strips are not brought for me at all. Uncle Liang, you are so greasy."

Liang De coughed a few times and buried the previous topic in the cough.

"You can go out and have fun after taking a leave of absence. Why are you still working here?

You are so young and you only think about working. Your situation is very dangerous.

Yuhan, a person's body and soul must have one that does not work.

Have you been to the Five Mountains? Have you eaten authentic Guanwai Guobaoyou? Have you seen the sea?

Youth is fleeting, so hurry up."

Zhao Yuhan gently stroked Shanque Hualing and said:

"Working here, you can see many active magic girl sisters every day. You can ask them all kinds of things about magic girls. Sister Zhixian comes every day to read books and eat snacks. It is much more interesting than traveling."

Liang De glanced at the reading area.

"I almost forgot about the business while chatting with you. I'm going to look for your Aunt Li first."

"Wait a minute."

Zhao Yuhan grabbed Liang De's sleeve across the counter and said:

"Sister Zhixian and Sister Peihuan are chatting. Uncle Liang, please go over later."

"What are they chatting about? I saw it all.

The two of them were sitting with their backs to each other, one reading a book and the other drinking, without saying a word."

"Uncle Liang."

Zhao Yuhan raised her index finger and placed it on the tip of her nose, whispering:

"Sometimes, you don't need to talk when chatting."

My friends, I overslept in my bed, so here's a chapter.