It was exactly 12 noon when Liang De returned to World Blue Star No. 415 on this shore.
Xiangbei City is in a subtropical monsoon climate zone. Although it has not been long since the beginning of summer, the weather has already become a bit hot. The sunshine in early May is not dazzling, but through the focused reflection of the glass curtain walls of the city buildings, it occasionally dazzles the eyes of pedestrians.
Liang De was shaken several times after leaving the Hongye Building apartment, but he didn't find it particularly annoying.
When he was in his hometown of Blue Star, he was already accustomed to urban light pollution. Now, he has taken it a step further, because hairlessness has become an important part of light pollution, hurting innocent eyes from time to time.
Since the beginning of cities, various types of pollution have arisen.
After Liang De became a warrior who was not afraid of pollution, he developed some intimacy with the noise, smog, and bright light in the city. Every time he returned to Xiangbei City from another world, he couldn't help but take two more distinctive puffs. blue star air.
The air pollution in Xiangbei is not serious, far worse than the city where Liang De grew up, but when he walked into Shanhou Street where Yingxuetang Bookstore is located, the diesel exhaust wafting from the distance still reminded him of his hometown.
He doesn't often think about things in his hometown. Although the revolving door of life can read the soul memory at any time, it requires the power of the martial arts soul, especially the computing power.
A specific soul memory is not there originally. What is stored in the soul is not a complete linear memory, but a lot of fragmented materials.
For example, memory of color, memory of temperature, memory of touch, memory of smell, etc. Every time you use the revolving lantern of life to look through the past, you need to retrieve various materials for temporary construction, so that you can see the perfect soul. memory.
Usually, most of his soul calculation power is used to deduce martial arts in the background, constantly exploring the most suitable practice method for him, and there are not many resources at all to use at will.
Drawing a lottery in Zi Xing Jie Yuan's vending machine requires reorganizing the soul memory from beginning to end, so he hasn't even used the Zi Xing magic power of "Reflection Photography" for a long time. After entering the world for so long, the self-operated products are still only Immortal coffee and suffocating cigarettes.
He rarely deliberately thinks about the past, as if he is escaping from something.
But the familiar smell can always bring back some fragments of memories from the past.
Although these fragments are not as perfect as soul memories, those hazy pictures are still enough to touch people's hearts.
Liang De stopped in the crowd of people who had nothing to do with him, stood next to a stall cart selling pancakes and fruit, and closed his eyes.
He remembered that when Xiao Shao'er was in junior high school, he would secretly take Olay oil from the dressing table in the master bedroom and apply it on his face from time to time.
Everyone else in the family knew about it, but they didn't say anything.
On their way home from school, the two of them would always encounter several diesel trucks carrying goods.
He and his sister were walking on the narrow sidewalk. The hands of the clock in the street shop were slow. Every time they looked at it, it was a few minutes before six o'clock.
The left is the smell of diesel exhaust, the right is the smell of Olay.
He didn't have to go through life's scrolling through his soul to remember it clearly, as if those things happened yesterday.
Let another personality find his way home and sleep until it's done?
How could he sleep?
Liang De stood on the road for a while, then suddenly opened his eyes and twitched his nose in an exaggerated way.
With a serious look on his face, he looked at the stall owner who was adding spicy strips to the pancakes and fruit, and covered her chest as if she was heartbroken and said:
"You, how can you add spicy strips to pancake fruit?"
He approached the stall and found a bottle of salad dressing next to the round iron plate used for pancakes.
Liang De's face suddenly wrinkled up, as if he couldn't breathe.
"And salad dressing. How can you put salad dressing in pancakes? Is this edible?"
It’s really a mess of etiquette and joy, and there will be no cake!
The stall owner's aunt kept her hands on the pancake and added two more crispy pieces to the pancake fruit and used a spatula to cut them off.
"Just add it if you want. Nowadays, young people like to eat spicy strips. There are also spicy strips in grilled cold noodles. They are similar."
“You shouldn’t add spicy strips to grilled cold noodles!”
How can young people today do this!
The decline and distortion of traditional culture began with adding spicy strips to pancakes and cold noodles. If a nation loses its own culture, it means losing everything.
Liang De's burning sense of responsibility was hotter than the pancake pan at this moment.
"Sister, please give me a price. I'll buy all the spicy strips and salad dressing you brought today."
"Okay."
The stall owner’s aunt picked up the plastic basket containing the spicy strips, counted them and handed them to Liang De, saying:
"We'll count you fifty together. Do you want some chicken tenders?"
What, chicken tenders? !
Yingxuetang Bookstore Xiangbei Branch.
"Uncle Liang, you are back from a business trip."
Zhao Yuhan stood behind the cashier wearing a bookstore clerk's apron and said hello to him.
"I'm back, I'm back, Yuhan, you can't take a break at noon while working here, it's too hard.
Have you had lunch? I brought you spicy strips. "
Liang De put a basket of spicy strips on the counter, suddenly thought of something, and said:
"Today is not the weekend either. Why are you here to work?"
"Because of the incident with the White Lotus Evil God, the Evil Disaster Bureau gave me a suspension of study. Anyway, I have studied high school courses more than a dozen times. When the time comes, I can just take the college entrance examination."
Zhao Yuhan picked up the basket and whistled, calling for a few snow-dumpled tits to come down from the screen and eat spicy strips.
The girl deliberately hummed twice and said to Liang De:
"So these spicy strips were not specially brought to me at all. Uncle Liang, you are so greasy."
Liang De coughed a few times, burying the previous topic in his coughs.
"You can go out and have fun after school, why are you still working here?
At such a young age, you only want to work. Your situation is very dangerous.
Yuhan, a person's body and soul, there must always be one who is not working.
Have you been to Wuyue? Have you ever eaten authentic Guanwai hot pot dumplings? Have you ever seen the sea?
Youth is fleeting, so hurry up. "
Zhao Yuhan gently stroked the tit painting spirit and said:
"When I work here, I can see many active magical girl sisters every day. I can ask them all kinds of things about magical girls. Sister Zhixian comes over every day to read and eat snacks. It is much more interesting than traveling."
Liang De glanced at the reading area.
"I almost forgot about business while chatting with you. I'm going to find your Aunt Li first."
"Wait a moment."
Zhao Yuhan pulled Liang De's sleeves across the counter and said:
"Sister Zhixian and Sister Peihuan are chatting. Uncle Liang, please come over later."
“Whatever we were chatting about, I saw it all.
The two of them were separated by a bookshelf, still back to back, one reading and the other drinking, without saying a word. "
"Uncle Liang."
Zhao Yuhan put her index finger on the tip of her nose and whispered:
“Sometimes, you don’t need to talk to chat.”
