Fist of Imagination

Liang De moved his eyes away and looked at the bank across the street.

The scrolling screen outside the bank flashed red, scrolling and displaying today's date.

Liang De stared at the numbers for a while, put down the sweaty hem of his clothes, put his palm on his stomach and grabbed it twice. The solid touch made him seem to see the clear lines of his abdominal muscles.

He raised his right hand and placed it on the outside of his left upper arm. It was also a solid touch. After a little effort, the muscles that contracted and bulged were full of vitality.

Ordinary vitality, even if it was increased ten thousand times, could not be compared with the power obtained after practicing extraordinary martial arts such as natural power, but it made him think about it.

Yes, at that time I still had muscles, played basketball well, and was not a sports student but got into the school team. My grades were neither good nor bad. I was an ordinary high school student.

Return to the age of fifteen?

Coach Dong, the plot you played is quite retro.

Liang De habitually wanted to make a mint cigarette to smoke, but he snapped his fingers and found that his self-nature supernatural power could not be opened.

He reached down and touched the fake Bulls basketball shorts. There were pockets, but there were only a few crumpled bills inside.

By the way, I hadn't learned to smoke at that time.

Liang De, Liang De, your eyes and lungs used to be so clear. When did they become like this?

He closed his eyes and tried to find possible clues in the depths of his mind.

After waking up on the summer night street at the age of fifteen, his martial arts skills and self-nature supernatural powers were gone. Not only did the martial arts sense disappear, but his thinking was also much slower.

This was the past in his memory, the overlapping fragment he drew when he activated the self-nature supernatural power "returning light photography" with the help of Mo Feisheng.

But unlike flipping through memories with the revolving lantern of life in the self-nature world, he was not watching the memories, but was acting out his fifteen-year-old self in person.

Liang De tapped his brows with his knuckles.

Coach Dong said that this forging was to turn me over, assuming he had succeeded... No, if he had succeeded, I would not have woken up inexplicably in this place, not knowing what to do.

But Coach Dong did not tell me anything else except to agree to his voice.

He said that this forging required my cooperation throughout the process, but I only agreed to cooperate at the beginning.

So what Coach Dong did not specifically tell me should be some self-evident things that he thought he did not need to say.

By the way, Coach Dong asked me to remember the metaphor of inside and outside, and asked me to use this metaphor as a starting point, so that I would not be at a loss.

At a loss... Is that what I am talking about now?

Turn over the shell, look for the cause and condition, it is self-evident...

Liang De's lips moved slightly, and he repeated these three words silently several times.

"Shell" is a metaphor. I subconsciously feel that my inner self is hidden under a layer of shell.

So... the usual "me", the thinking "me", cannot control the inner "me", this "me" is not inside the shell, but outside the shell!

The closest to the shell is the usual "me".

Coach Dong flipped the shell, and the inner part that was revealed came into contact with "me".

It was not "me" that was released, but "me" that came in.

I touched my hidden inner part.

Then, karma, fate... who determines fate?

I understand, the self-evident thing is:

How can others help you find your own karma?

Coach Dong opened a way for me, and the rest depends on me.

Liang De put down his right hand that was knocking on his forehead. When he realized where he was, everything began to become different.

This fifteen-year-old summer night came alive.

Liang De saw the same thing as the three doors again. Unlike before, he immediately understood what they represented in the hidden inner part.

Behind the first door was his own memory.

Behind the second door was the memory of that woman.

Behind the third door was the memory of their overlapping souls.

He was behind the third door, in that overlapping memory that his self-nature supernatural power could not touch.

That is, the illusory thing that Brother Mo Feisheng said.

At this moment, the unreal things are awakening.

This summer night is no longer like a videotape, with the same content every time it is played.

When "I" meets the hidden inner self, he is no longer a bystander of memory, but puts himself into it.

Fifteen-year-old Liang De will wake up after the third door and do what he will do at that time, and the same is true for that woman.

When the soul merged, she also left a fragment of herself in Liang De's heart.

What is about to meet on this unreal stage are two real shadows.

The summer night that is about to start playing is no longer a pieced-together false memory, but a real encounter on an unreal stage.

Liang De handed the stage to his fifteen-year-old self.

The only audience retreated to the stage and watched silently.

The high school student with an overly solemn expression changed to a simple and childish face after a gust of night wind blew. He strode across the cement road and pushed open the glass door of the Korean fried chicken restaurant.

Liang De saw his fifteen-year-old self chatting with the indifferent black-haired girl in front of the cashier counter. I guess they were chatting, even though the fifteen-year-old him was speaking some pretentious nonsense unilaterally, even though the girl working as a clerk in the fried chicken shop just shook her head or frowned from time to time, and even though the topics were all irrelevant.

But in that narrow fried chicken shop, the two chatted in their own way.

It wasn't like that.

Liang De looked at his memory behind the first door. He was very silent during the summer vacation when he was fifteen years old. No one could talk to him about those irrelevant topics.

During the days when he accompanied Xiao Shaoer in the hospital, he was very silent every time he went out to buy midnight snacks.

He knew that his sister was crying secretly. Seeing the little girl's sad look, his nose was sour and his eyes were red several times.

He couldn't cry with her. He felt that he couldn't do that.

So he pretended to be strong, told some bad jokes he saw in magazines in front of his sister, and went downstairs to buy delicious food for her.

During that time, his parents worked overtime almost every day. When they returned home, there were sometimes meals on the table covered with bowls, and more often a few dollars pressed by ashtrays.

But he couldn't complain. In those two years, a lot of people were laid off. He had seen what the homes of laid-off neighbors looked like. He and his sister were already very lucky.

He just felt helpless and a little scared, afraid of the future.

So he could only be silent by himself, trying to do the things he thought would make the future better.

But doing those things didn't make him happy.

Until he graduated from college and started working, he still didn't understand that people should live in the present, not just prepare for the future.

That summer vacation was his regret, one of many regrets.

If at that time, if at that time someone could listen to my rambling words...

Liang De looked behind the second door.

She wasn't like she is now.

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