Fist of Imagination

"What do you mean?"

Tai Fengxian rolled his eyes: "Are you worried that someone will blame you for the doomsday of Blue Star?"

"No, no, no." Liang De waved his hands, "How can I bear such a big blame? No one will believe it if I tell others."

"I just think it's a bit too coincidental. How come the doomsday happened just like a relay..."

"Just right! This is the Blue Star that I carefully selected. I don't know how much effort I put in behind it. Coincidence? Is there such a thoughtful coincidence!"

Teacher Fengxian clenched his fists, and his facial features bulged out an excited expression of "You don't know how hard my brother works."

"Wow, it turns out that the doomsday of Blue Star was done by you, Tai Chang..."

Li Zhixian pretended to be surprised and took a half step back. His acting skills were more exaggerated than some of his hard-working brothers.

"Bah! What do you mean I did it? There are so many Blue Stars on both sides of the Taiwan Strait. Can I do it!

"Bah, bah, bah! I didn't even think about doing it! What the hell, do I think I don't have enough lice on my body! "

Tai Fengxian waved his hand and unfolded a blue star map in front of him. Liang De took a quick look and saw at least several million blue stars on it, flashing and dazzling.

"See? This time, a total of 3,424,867 blue stars received the information, several times more than last time.

"But compared with the blue stars that received the information last time, there are less than 100,000 of them located deeper on this shore.

"I sifted and sifted through the thousands of stars at the farthest end, and selected and selected them again. My eyes were almost worn out. I only chose such a blue star that is about to encounter the doomsday catastrophe for you to spread it again to deepen your impression.

"Who the hell doesn't know how to destroy the world? By then, they must know that I am Tai Fengxian. Don't I know how to say such a coercive thing? If I dare to do it myself, why would I spend so much effort?

"You always know how to judge others by your own meanness. Day by day, I don't even want to say that you... Let's go! "

Lightning flashed on the cardboard altar, and Tai Fengxian's clone disappeared instantly, leaving only a few wisps of scattered green smoke.

Liang De picked up the scroll on the ground and handed it to Li Zhixian:

"Brother Xian, take it to the basement to save it. I have something else to do, so I'll leave first."

Li Zhixian took the scroll and said nothing.

"Brother Xian, work is work, life is life, you are you, I am me, Brother Gui is Brother Gui, work is just a mess, everyone is just messing around, you are a little too serious."

Liang De stretched out his hand to open the blue light circle of the gate, and said without looking back as he walked to the other side:

"Next time, you should write the material, with more humor and less reality, so that everyone will be happy.

"I'll contact you when I get to Fang Weiyu's world, see you later."

...

World No. 977 on the other side of the sky and sea, Xuantie Forge Star.

Liang De walked out of the public transmission area and glanced at the main building of the Mo's Heavy Industry Strange Weapon Design Center from a distance.

The sharp and independent dark blue building was silent, and the evening view of the clouds and sky passing by it seemed particularly stagnant.

Liang De took two breaths of the slightly cold air and walked slowly towards the family area along the sparsely populated trail.

She no longer lived in the company dormitory after the Snipe Hunter press conference.

Although it seemed unnecessary and meaningless, Shen Shiyu bought a house in the family area of ​​Mo's Heavy Industry.

Liang De stood on the entrance mat for a while, lowered his head and entered the password agreed upon earlier, opened the door and entered the entrance.

Although it seemed unnecessary and meaningless, Shen Shiyu bought a four-bedroom and two-living room apartment.

An ordinary house, without any supernatural decoration, no self-contained world, no space folding, and even the decoration style was very ordinary.

It was so ordinary that even the oldest blue star people at the end of the last century would not think there was anything special about it.

Oh, the living room is a bit small.

Liang De stood in the entrance for a while looking at the beige double fabric sofa.

He put on slippers, threw the unsmoked mint cigarette in his hand into the trash can under the coffee table, and sat on the thick velvet carpet in the living room with his back against the sofa.

Liang Desong crossed his legs loosely, took a whale pillow and hugged it in his arms, turned on the TV and found a food variety show, and watched it from time to time.

She still had half an hour before she got off work.

This show was so boring.

…

Shen Shiyu used a key to open the door because she thought it was childish to add up their birthdays as a password.

It was so childish that she would think of it every time she opened the door.

So although it seemed unnecessary and meaningless, she made five or six keys.

It was enough for two people to know such a childish thing.

In the living room, the man sitting on the carpet in a home sweater picked up the remote control and pressed the mute button, turned around and asked her:

"Have you eaten?"

"I ate at the company."

Shen Shiyu bent down to put on slippers, untied her black and blue bun, and walked into the master bedroom.

"Don't pull the folded clothes directly from the middle, the top and bottom will be messed up."

She walked into the living room wearing the same sweatshirt, glanced at Liang De, took the remote control and switched to the ocean documentary channel, sat down next to him and rested her head on the whale pillow in his arms.

Shen Shiyu put her scattered black hair behind her ears, bent her legs, rubbed her head forward, and found a more comfortable position.

Liang De looked down at her ears hidden in her hair, and wanted to say something but felt that it was meaningless and meaningless.

But now he couldn't think of anything interesting to say.

It is tiring for a person to always be funny, even if it is also a kind of romance for men.

"I don't like this documentary that much." He heard her say.

"Hmm?"

"You can talk about work."

"I don't really want to talk about it..."

Liang De couldn't help but sigh, and he suddenly felt a little tired again.

"Work is just so-so, another bad world."

"Especially bad?"

"Ordinary bad, the kind of bad that is common, the kind that is everywhere. I guess there will be similar ones in the blue planet I will go to in the future. It's nothing, I..."

"You have a good memory, especially after entering the world, your self-nature supernatural power makes your memory become particularly good."

Shen Shiyu looked at the TV screen:

"You always live today. If you encounter something that makes you unhappy, you will become a little sad every day."

"It sounds like I am a sponge that always absorbs sewage."

Liang De smiled and looked up at the documentary on the screen.

"Change the analogy."

Shen Shiyu turned over on the pillow and said with his face up.

"Hmm?"

"Because I won't kiss a dirty sponge."

Before Liang De could react, she grabbed the drawstring of his sweatshirt and pulled him down. She kissed him without saying anything.

On the TV screen, the waves washed over the reefs, over and over again.

Liang De heard his heartbeat and the voice she sent through her soul.

"If you encounter a good thing, will you become happier every day?"