Liang De turned around and looked around, clearly seeing every pebble on the ground.
The big poplar tree next to the cold noodles stall has not been cut down for road construction.
There was a pile of cinders scattered by someone beside the shoe repair shop. When he was in junior high school, he fell down there and broke his knee. There are still scars on his knees.
The cicadas on the poplar tree were shouting at the top of their lungs, "Zee'er wah, Zee'er wah, Z'er wah."
The video store next to the shoe repair shop was playing "Don't Haunt Me" by the Black Panthers on a noisy tape recorder.
"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 pester 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 is not bald yet, a handsome young man plays the flute in Hung Hom and plays the romantic tune all night long.
This year, his favorite album "Still Van Der Biao" has not yet been released. Tieling is not yet a well-known international metropolis outside the country. Kaiyuan is still a few years away from becoming the eternal Sicily in the hearts of people outside the country. Brother Biao is still a person who really wants to fall in love. A passionate young man, there are still several ups and downs before he can become the future Vito Corleone.
Liang De put his hands in his pockets, breathing in the air mixed with dust in his memory, and watched quietly as a pair of twelve or thirteen-year-old boys walked 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 sister and brother, mainly due to the ugly boy who looks ordinary and walks in a sloppy manner.
Xiao Shaoer looks like my mother, and I look like my father. Except for the eyes, my appearance is completely different.
It was because of his superior appearance that Liang Jianguo was willing to chase his college classmate Li Weihong from his hometown in Lingnan to the customs outside the customs, a thousand miles away, and stayed there for more than forty years.
Comrade Jianguo said that it was purely because Comrade Wei Hong was beautiful at heart, but Liang De, who was not good-looking but was a loyal and handsome man, did not believe it.
Liang De lit a cigarette, feeling as quiet as a summer afternoon with only the chirping of cicadas.
He remembered what day it was.
That day, my uncle and the others went to play mahjong at home. The old uncle, who didn’t take off his fur coat on a hot day, touched himself three times in a row. He was so happy that he took some pocket money from the table for me and Xiao Shaoer to buy food.
Liang De saw the tall, fair-skinned girl walking in front of her with dignity, holding a few crumpled bills in her hand.
Liang De, an ordinary-looking young man, followed behind with a fawning Shiba Inu smile:
"Shao'er, let's buy a sticky fire spoon. The one filled with red bean paste is so sweet and delicious."
The tall girl raised her eyebrows and her watery eyes flashed:
"You know nothing about Liang Xiaozhai, you have to eat the crispy fire spoon and the beef stuffing!"
"The money I gave you is not enough to buy two beef fire spoons."
"It's a big deal to cut a person in half, stupid!"
The two of them entered a snack bar with a red sign at the door.
The cover is a store sign, like a big lantern, with a loop in the middle, a streamer below, and a ring tied to three ropes on the top. The ring is hung outside the door when the store is open during the day, and is put away after closing at night.
The red ones outside the customs are Chinese restaurants, the halal restaurants are blue, one is a shop selling popular snacks, two is a mid-range stir-fry restaurant, and four is a big restaurant, indicating that the chef is a capable person. They can cook all kinds of dishes. In this kind of big restaurant, if a customer orders a dish but the chef can't make it, the chef and shopkeeper will come out and pour wine to make amends.
Liang De sat on the table in the snack bar, watching the boy and girl choose a beef spoon, and asked the fat cook with a big head and thick neck to cut it in half.
The fat cook may have something wrong with his legs and feet. He walks up and down like a cripple without crutches, his head is crooked and his eyes are slanted, and he can't even lift a knife.
I saw the big kitchen knife slashing down, and the steaming beef spoon, which was crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, was cut into two large and small pieces.
The big half of the fire spoon is twice as big!
Soon enough, the Shiba Inu boy wearing canvas shoes jumped up, like a fierce dog jumping over the wall, reached out to grab the big piece of fire spoon and ran away!
The tall girl was stunned at first, then she stuffed the remaining half piece of beef into her mouth, spread out her long legs and chased after him quickly!
She chased after her while chewing the fire spoon and shouting inarticulately:
"Liang Xiaozhi'er, stop here!"
The young man Liang De came from the front speaking in loose vernacular:
"I'm sorry, the winner is king, and a stupid roe deer who doesn't use his brain will always be a stupid roe deer.
Isn't this half a fire spoon enough to eat? Go back home and ask Mommy to cook you a bowl of noodles! "
"You bastard, the Yan family..." Liang Lu was just about to finish the second half of his auspicious and wealthy Longmen curse when he suddenly remembered that the person in front of him was his own brother, so he had to stop suddenly and change his tone.
"Dog basket! Hold on and run!"
"Shao'er, if you keep chasing me for a while, I won't run away after I finish eating!"
The young man Liang De gnawed the fire spoon fiercely, his face was covered with oil, and he let out a German-style laugh as if the work was about to be completed.
Liang De exhaled a breath of mint-flavored light blue smoke and watched the two men chasing each other and disappearing into an alley.
Shen Shiyu stood behind Liang De with a look of disgust on his face.
"As a brother, you should let your sister go. It's just a beef pie. So what if she eats it all? It's useless."
"It's none of your business." Liang De felt even more unhappy when he thought that his soul was in danger and he didn't know if he could return to his hometown of Blue Star.
He puffed out the cigarette butt, and his figure immediately disappeared from this memory. As soon as Liang De left, Shen Shiyu's figure involuntarily left with Liang De.
She and Liang De's martial arts souls have more and more intersections, and she can 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 Ling Chi that penetrated into the soul began to intensify.
Liang De and Shen Shiyu could no longer remain sober spectators, and their confused consciousness began to focus on themselves in the world of memory, as if they were reliving the past twenty years.
The gray-black world and the ice-blue world are constantly intertwined, and the memories of Liang De and Shen Shiyu gradually merge together.
The little kid Liang De was watching the ice lantern party with two lines of snot running down his nose and hissing, and he passed by a silent little girl with short black hair who was being held by a strange woman.
In the small courtyard where twelve-year-old Shen Shiyu hid and wept secretly after his parents' funeral, a boy who smiled like a Shiba Inu threw a box of tissue paper into the pond from the second floor.
Fifteen-year-old Liang De went to buy a late-night snack for his younger sister who was hospitalized with a broken right leg. He spent a long time at the Korean fried chicken shop where he worked in Shen Shiyu with the long-straight black girl clerk who always frowned before asking for more. Packets of sweet chili sauce.
Eighteen-year-old Shen Shiyu gave up the university she had always dreamed of and enrolled in a local ordinary college to take care of her younger brother. That night she walked into the high school playground alone to relax and saw a sweaty Shiba Inu man sitting on a basketball. Smoking silently under the shelf, he cursed at the other end of the phone, saying that from now on he would only smoke and not drink, and he would keep your rotten old man's liver for himself, and Xiao Shao'er definitely didn't like it.
…
Late night in Yanjing, two o'clock in the morning.
Liang De was wearing a business white shirt and black Oxford shoes, his hair was neatly combed, and he was leaning decadently on the left side of the vending machine. Light blue smoke rose deep into the starless night sky, and half of his work badge was exposed in his trouser pocket. The words "Senior Administrative Manager of... Co., Ltd." can be vaguely seen.
Shen Shiyu is dressed in an urban OL outfit, a light blue silk shirt with a black skirt, and her brocade-like black hair is pulled up high. She leaned silently against the wall to the right of the vending machine, holding a thin, lighted women's cigarette between her white fingers.
"In another hour, I will die suddenly."
Judge Shiyu said nothing.
"In another minute, the soul will begin to deeply fuse, and you and I will both die."
Next door to the vending machine remains silent.
Liang De didn't say anything anymore. He 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 was two-thirds full, the two men disappeared again.
…
The Blue Star System, somewhere in this world.
When Liang Lu woke up from her dream, she felt thirsty. She picked up the mobile phone beside her pillow, rubbed her eyes, and walked to the kitchen by the light of the screen.
Liang Lu took a bottle of Qiulin gas from the refrigerator, sipped it, and habitually opened the international version of the bib with his left hand.
She switched to the scarf account and found a person in the special attention list who had "Little Yellow Bird Forced to Work.JPG" as a profile picture.
The last piece of scarf he wore was a piece of leftover food on the dining table.
I don't know where it is from a foreign restaurant. The pot of pork is covered with tomato sauce, and there is more than half of the uneaten beef hotpot on the table.
There is no food filter in the photo, and the composition is messy. It looks like it was taken casually by a straight man using his own mobile phone camera.
This scarf contains just over twenty words:
"Can a pot dumpling be called a pot dumpling if you put tomato sauce on it? The beef hotpot is still delicious in half. [doge dog head]"
A few drops of clear tears fell on the shoulder of Qiulin Gegas's bottle, and the joints of Liang Lu's right hand holding the bottle turned white.
"Fight on the street, dog basket..."
