Fist of Imagination

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

The big poplar tree next to the cold noodle stall had not been cut down for road construction.

Next to the shoe repair shop, someone had left a pile of coal slag. He had fallen there when he was in junior high school and broke his knee. There was still a scar on his knee.

The cicadas on the poplar tree were calling at the top of their lungs, "zierwa zierwa zierwa."

The audio-visual store next to the shoe repair shop was playing "Don't Bother Me" by the Black Panther band on a recorder with a lot of noise.

"I don't want to say anything more to you. I am angry now.

... Make your attitude acceptable to others. You and I are equal.

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

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

Liang De remembered what year it was.

This year, Dou Wei was not bald. The elegant young man played the flute at Hung Hom, blowing away all the romance in one night.

This year, his favorite album "Still Fan De Biao" has not been released yet, Tieling is not yet a well-known international metropolis outside the Great Wall, Kaiyuan is still a few years away from becoming the eternal Sicily in the hearts of people outside the Great Wall, and Brother Biao is still a passionate boy who really wants to fall in love, and he is still a few ups and downs away from becoming the future Vito Corleone outside the Great Wall.

Liang De put his hands in his pockets, breathing the air mixed with dust in his memory, and quietly watched a pair of boys and girls aged twelve or thirteen walk out of the red brick family building.

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

Xiao Shaoer looks like his mother, and I look like my father. Except for the eyes, there is a huge difference in appearance.

It is because of this extremely superior appearance that Liang Jianguo is willing to chase his college classmate Li Weihong from his hometown in Lingnan to the Great Wall outside the Great Wall, and stay there for more than 40 years.

Comrade Jianguo said that it was purely because Comrade Wei Hong was beautiful in her heart, but Liang De, who was not good-looking but was a loyal fan of beauty, did not believe it.

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

He remembered which day it was.

That day, my uncle and his friends came to play mahjong at home. My uncle, who did not take off his fur coat in the hot weather, won three games in a row and was very happy. He took some pocket money from the table and gave it to Xiao Shaoer and me to buy food.

Liang De saw the tall and fair girl walking in front of him proudly, holding a few crumpled bills in her hand.

Liang De, a boy with ordinary looks, followed behind, smiling like a flattering Shiba Inu:

"Shao'er, let's buy a sticky fire shao, with red bean paste filling, very sweet, and delicious."

The tall girl raised her eyebrows, and her watery eyes narrowed:

"Liang Xiaokuai'er, you know nothing, you must eat crispy fire shao, with beef filling!"

"The money my uncle gave is not enough to buy two beef fire shao."

"Cut it in half for each of you, stupid!"

The two of them walked into a snack bar with a red sign at the door one after the other.

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

Outside the pass, the red sign is a Chinese restaurant, the blue sign is a Muslim restaurant. One sign is a popular snack shop, two signs are mid-range stir-fry, and four signs are a big restaurant, which means that the chef is a capable person who can cook both northern and southern dishes. If the kitchen can't cook the dishes ordered by the customers, the chef and the shopkeeper will come out to pour wine and apologize.

Liang De sat at the table of the snack bar, watching the boy and girl choose a beef hot pot, and asked the fat chef with a big head and thick neck to cut it in half.

The fat chef may have a problem with his legs and feet. He walked with one leg high and one leg low like a lame man without crutches, with a crooked head and squinting eyes, and he didn't know how to cut.

With one cut of the big kitchen knife, the crispy and tender beef hot pot was cut into two pieces, one large and one small.

The big half of the hot pot was twice as big!

In a flash, the Shiba Inu boy wearing Huili canvas shoes jumped up like a fierce dog jumping over a wall, grabbed the big fire spoon and turned around and ran!

The tall girl was stunned at first, stuffed the remaining half of the beef fire spoon into her mouth, and ran out quickly with her long legs!

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

"Liang Xiaokuaier, stop right there!"

The boy Liang De came from the front with a loose dialect from outside the pass:

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

This half fire spoon is not enough to eat? Go home and ask mom to cook a bowl of noodles for you!"

"You punk, homeless..." Liang Lu was about to finish the second half of the auspicious and wealthy dragon gate curse, but suddenly remembered that the person in front was his own brother, so he could only brake and change his tone immediately.

"Dog basket! Hold on!"

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

The young Liang De was chewing the fire spoon, his face was covered with oil, and he laughed wildly in the German style of success.

Liang De exhaled a minty light blue smoke, watching the two people chasing and fleeing disappear in an alley.

Shen Shiyu stood behind Liang De with a disgusted expression.

"A brother should give in to his sister. It's just a beef pie. What's wrong with giving it all to her? You are useless."

"None of your business." Liang De thought that his soul was in danger and he didn't know if he could return to his hometown on Blue Star. He felt even more unhappy.

He spit out the cigarette butt with a puff, and his figure disappeared in this memory. When Liang De left, Shen Shiyu's figure also left with Liang De involuntarily.

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

The memory scenes kept flowing, sometimes it was Liang De's memory, sometimes it was Shen Shiyu's memory.

The figures of Liang De and Shen Shiyu kept flashing in the memories of the past twenty years.

As the martial arts soul gradually began to merge, the pain of slow slicing that penetrated the soul began to intensify.

Liang De and Shen Shiyu could no longer remain sober bystanders, and their confused consciousness began to invest in themselves in the memory world, as if they had relived the past twenty years.

The gray-black world and the ice-blue world kept interweaving, and the memories of Liang De and Shen Shiyu gradually merged together.

The little boy Liang De sniffed two lines of clear snot and hissed and laughed at the ice lantern festival, and passed by a silent little girl with black short hair led by a strange woman.

In the courtyard where 12-year-old Shen Shiyu hid and secretly shed tears after her parents' funeral, a boy who smiled like a Shiba Inu threw a box of tissues from the second floor into the pond.

Fifteen-year-old Liang De went to buy midnight snacks for his sister who was hospitalized for a broken right leg. He haggled with the black-haired straight-haired girl clerk who always frowned at the Korean fried chicken shop where Shen Shiyu worked for a long time before asking for a few more packets of sweet and spicy sauce.

Eighteen-year-old Shen Shiyu gave up the university she had always longed for to take care of her brother 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 and said that he would only smoke and not drink in the future. You old man should keep your liver for yourself. Xiao Shaoer definitely doesn't like it.

...

Late night in Yanjing, two o'clock in the morning.

Liang De wore a business white shirt and black Oxford shoes, his hair was neatly combed, and he leaned decadently on the left side of the vending machine. Light blue smoke rose into the depths of the starless night sky. On the half-opened work badge in his trouser pocket, the words "Senior Administrative Manager of... Limited Company" could be vaguely seen.

Shen Shiyu was dressed in an urban OL outfit, a light blue silk shirt with a black suit, and her long black hair like brocade was tied up high. She leaned against the wall to the right of the vending machine in silence, holding a lit thin lady's cigarette between her white fingers.

"In another hour, I will die suddenly."

Shen Shiyu did not speak.

"In another minute, the soul will begin to merge deeply, and both you and I will die."

The vending machine next door was still silent.

Liang De did not speak again, bought two cups of coffee from the vending machine, and handed one to Shen Shiyu next to him.

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

...

Blue Star System, somewhere on this shore world.

Liang Lu woke up from her dream and felt thirsty. She picked up the phone beside her pillow, rubbed her eyes, and walked to the kitchen with the light of the screen.

Liang Lu took a bottle of Qiulin kvass from the refrigerator, sipped it, and habitually opened the international version of Weibo with her left hand.

She switched to her Weibo account and found a person with "Little Yellow Bird Forced to Work.JPG" as his avatar in the list of special attention.

His last Weibo post was a casual photo of the leftovers on the table.

It was a restaurant in some foreign country. The pot-fried pork was covered with ketchup, and there was a half-finished beef hot pot on the table.

The photo had no food filter, and the composition was messy. It was obvious that it was taken casually by a straight man with his own mobile phone camera.

This scarf only has a few short twenty words:

"Can you still call it Guobaoyou if you put ketchup on it? Beef hot spoon tastes better when it's half-full. [doge狗头]"

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

"Fall, dog basket..."