Fist of Imagination

It's not so easy to work part-time in that store. The clerk even has time to chat with customers.

If it's such a quiet store, they won't spend money to hire part-timers.

Liang De looked at the memory of the woman behind the second door. Although he rarely looked back, he actually knew all those things.

Shen Shiyu's social practice report for three years in high school was always working in a fried chicken shop.

But she didn't work in a fried chicken shop because she wanted to do some social practice, she didn't have money.

Extra exercise materials, extra competition preparation, extra after-school tutoring, all of these require money, and two sets of money.

Shen Shiyu has many extra dreams, about her brother, about herself, but she can't make extra requests to the guardian who adopted them.

After adopting them, my aunt broke up with her boyfriend, and she didn't get married until Shen Shiyu went to college.

The inheritance and insurance money left by her parents are not much.

My aunt is a great person, but she is just an introverted office worker with an ordinary salary.

Many of Shen Shiyu's classmates can ask their parents to ask relatives, colleagues and friends for help in summer social practice, and get an easy part-time job that doesn't require too much effort, but she has no one to ask.

So she asked all the nearby stores one by one, and chose the Korean fried chicken shop among several stores willing to recruit summer part-time workers.

The fried chicken shop doesn't offer the highest hourly wage, and she chose this shop because her aunt and she both like fried chicken.

The management of self-operated individual stores is not as strict as that of brand chains. If there is fried chicken that has not been sold out at closing time, the clerk can take some back.

I can also have the opportunity to choose, although it is rare.

She said this to herself in her heart.

A day without time to chat is probably like this:

Get up at five in the morning to read and do homework, ride a bicycle to the store at half past eight to prepare, open the door at ten, close at ten in the evening, pour oil, clean the fryer, clean up, and deal with garbage after closing... These things take about an hour, close the store at eleven, and ride a bicycle home.

There was a lot of traffic in the commercial area, and the fried chicken shop was doing a booming business. She was like a mechanical doll that was wound up, moving around in the kitchen, the front desk, and the dining area. From 2 to 5 p.m., when the shop was not so busy, she would stand at the door handing out flyers.

Sometimes she would see girls of about her age passing by, talking and laughing with milk tea and cones in their hands, their eyes sparkling in the sun.

In the 24 hours from morning to night, she had no time to shine.

There were so many things that should be done every day, and she was always doing what should be done, not wasting a bit of time.

How nice it would be if there was more leisure time, more time to waste at will, and more things to do for herself.

Later, she often thought so.

Shen Shiyu was a very strong person. She once told people close to her that she had no regrets and would not regret it.

When a person looks back on the past, he can say that he has lived up to his life.

But if you say that you have no regrets in life, you are just being stubborn to yourself.

If it was a huge and lofty wish that was not fulfilled, maybe she would not think about it often, but what she wanted at that time was only very small and very ordinary things, and she didn't get it in the end.

Liang De also had many such ordinary regrets. In the past, he often regretted it. Although he didn't say it, he ruminated over and over in his heart: If I said that at that time, if I did that at that time, if I chose at that time... But how can life start over again?

His eyes wandered back and forth between the three doors, and gradually understood the rules of the two people's memory splicing.

It was not splicing point by point in time, but filling in the gaps with fragments of each other's life.

The souls merged, and the collapse was imminent. At the last moment of life, he and she subconsciously wanted to make up for the regrets they had in the past.

In the disordered time sequence, he had an audience who often frowned in disdain, which made those silent and lonely memories have a voice, and she had a lot of free time of her own, and did many stupid things that wasted her life with that childhood sweetheart who was not too annoying.

After graduating from Sheng Wuxu Private High School,

Three doors, two of which are real flaws, and one is a patchwork of perfection.

Liang De left the illusory stage and closed the third door for the two of them.

He stood in front of the three doors again, with a lit mint cigarette between his fingers.

The dark blue forge suspended above the bar suddenly stopped moving.

The noisy and chaotic sound disappeared, and the furnace was no longer a chaotic mist. Liang De's figure was clearly visible behind the furnace wall.

The eyes of the Ten-Victory Monk, who was soaking in the wine with his hands on the rim of the cup, lit up. Mo Feisheng put down the bottle, and Dong Cunzhen reached out and knocked on the forge twice, asking:

"Do you understand?"

Liang De took a deep breath, and the burning tobacco turned into ashes in the flames, leaving a clear mint taste in his chest.

"I don't quite understand, but there are too many things I don't understand, and one more thing doesn't matter.

Coach Mo once told me that the fate that is pieced together is fake, but I disagree.

I think whether the fate between two people is true or false should be decided by themselves."

He threw away the cigarette butt, opened the second door, and walked in without looking back.

Behind that door is the memory of that woman. To him, everywhere is a familiar and unfamiliar landscape.

The fifteen-year-old Liang De is still talking nonsense endlessly, and the twenty-seven-year-old Liang De has a lot of things in his heart and doesn't intend to say them out.

Oh no, he is no longer twenty-seven years old. He had a birthday that no one remembered and received a birthday present.

Liang De pushed open the door of the fried chicken restaurant, crossed the unreachable phantoms, reached out and caught the fried chicken carton handed out by the black-haired girl behind the counter.

"It's so boring here, let's go play." He said.

There was a shattering sound between the two, strong wind blew, and the dark blue forge suspended in the air split into two halves after a violent shaking, and a gray-black true nature pierced the sky.

That's a man's romance.

…

The Blue Star System, somewhere in this world.

In a spacious independent office, Liang Lu put a box of vegetable salad with only half of the cherry tomatoes back on the ice bar.

She took out the pill box placed on the second floor of the ice bar, poured three tablets of cisapride into her hand, and stared at the pills in a daze for a while.

After taking the medicine, it took a while before she cheered up and called home.

"Hey, Mom... Well, I've already asked for leave. The flight will be at 7 o'clock tomorrow morning and will land at 9:20... You don't need to pick me up. I've made an appointment with you in the car. I'll drive you there when I get home... Well, I I know, let’s wait until tomorrow, then I’ll give it up.”

Liang Lu put down his phone and looked at the date circled in black pen on the work desk calendar.

This day is coming again, time flies by so fast.

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