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Chapter 2: Can Memories Be Eaten?

I thought I was pretty ordinary, until I found out I had the ability. But I think it's normal before kindergarten class.

Question, how did Newton discover gravity?

Yes, it was an apple, a big, red apple that fell on the guy's head with a clatter, waking him up and smashing it with gravity.

I also have this ability because of the apple, but I am happier than Newton, I use food, and when I am bored, I think that being smashed by an apple may also have a negative effect, otherwise how could Newton suddenly turn from a scientist to a theologian, so, the world created by God is really crazy.

When I was 5 years old, a big, red apple changed my life forever.

Young Master Ben was born sleepy, and he has a super strong sense of getting up. So after many unsuccessful attempts to wake me up in exchange for my endless crying and wailing, my kindergarten aunt basically let me go and slept as long as I liked, so I never knew that there was something called afternoon dessert.

Later in life, I often wondered if I hadn't woken up that day, hadn't seen them eating apples, hadn't ...... How different will I be now?

It's a pity, it's just a pity, I've experienced everything.

I woke up exactly 10 minutes late when I should have woken up normally. When I rubbed my sleepy eyes and walked to the activity room, I was stunned to see all the children, one by one holding a big red apple and nibbling on it. It turns out that those hateful aunties call me up, apples, apples~~~ That's my favorite.

I ran to my aunt, who looked so kind and gentle for the first time, grabbed the corner of her clothes, looked at her pitifully and said, "Apple~, I want apples." ”

She squatted down with a grin, pointed to the empty basket and said, "Apples, no more." I can only get up on time tomorrow. "Touching my head, rummaging through my pockets, pulling out a fruit candy and stuffing it into my palm. I looked at this little candy, and watched the other children bite into the big red apple that might belong to me, and cry loudly.

Crying comes at a price, and of course I didn't know until I cried.

The price was that I was punished, punished to be locked in the house for reflection, and not allowed to hang out with other children. But the punishment revealed a new secret. Through the window of the locked hut, I could clearly see that the kitchen aunt had moved a large bag of apples into a small dark room, and then carefully locked the door.

It turns out that this is how the kitchen aunt hides the big red apples, and I am going to rescue the apples that are in captivity.

But I don't have a clue how to save it.

After a long time of drowsing, I could only think of the delicious apples and the locked little black house with resentment.

I kept walking up and down the house, thinking about the big red apples, the locked hut, the locked hut, the big red apples...... Suddenly I felt dizzy, and when I opened my eyes again, I was already in a strange, dark room.

It was dark all around, but I got used to it quickly. Then I suddenly realized that this was the mysterious hut where I had thought about it many times and stored countless delicious apples. The big, red apples that lured me in were in my bag. I sat down unceremoniously, grabbed a big bite, sweet, took another bite, took a big bite, fragrant!

Eventually, I took a big bite of all the apples I could find.

It's, it's such a blessing!

As I burped my round belly with a fragrant apple burp, I suddenly realized something. How do I get out?

This question made me confused. Because I don't even know how I got in, let alone how I'm supposed to get out!

The hut became terrifying, surrounded by darkness, and always made me feel like there was always an inexplicable creature staring at me somewhere. It's terrifying! After I used a series of unique tricks on the door one after another: kicking, hitting, slapping, kicking, all of them to no avail. I sounded my wailing alarm again. Unfortunately, the alarm was unsuccessful, and I don't know how long I cried until my voice was hoarse and no one paid attention to me.

Later, the parents came to pick it up, and the aunt couldn't find anyone around, so she panicked. But I still can't be found. Finally, when the lovely kitchen aunt went to the cottage to pick up something, she found me in the storage room crying with tears on my face and tired to sleep, and every apple that had been gnawed on the ground.

This was just a memory in my young mind, and for a long time I thought it was just a dream I had myself.

It wasn't until later when I truly understood what I was capable of being different from the rest of my memory that I turned it over from the depths of my memory and reviewed it. But the only thing I know for sure from that memory is that the big, red apple inspired me to have this strange ability.

After that, that ability suddenly disappeared. Disappeared without a trace, as if all I could remember was one of the many dreams I had.

But it didn't end there, and it took me a long time to realize that it was just the beginning.

When I was 12 years old, I was fascinated by martial arts novels, and who is not obsessed with the world of pleasure and hatred in martial arts novels at that age. But I really didn't think about what it would be like if the novel became a reality. For me, that experience was really, really, really unforgettable.

I very much appreciate the whimsical plot and bright and shining characters in Gu Long's novels, so when I secretly flipped through "The Legend of Lu Xiaofeng" in class and saw the decisive battle at the top of the purple gold, my heart was hooked.

I imagined the scene in the novel, at night, with a master, holding a sword, looking at each other and standing on the glazed tiles, blowing the wind blowing. I have been sketching this scenario in my mind over and over again, from English classes in the morning to studying in the evening.

When I once again fantasized about myself blowing snow at the West Gate, I suddenly found that I was already standing on the glazed tiles of the Taihe Hall of the Forbidden City in the inner courtyard of the Imperial Palace, which had been sketched in my mind countless times.

Damn, the glazed tiles turned out to be so slippery, I just wanted to take two steps, experience the feeling of the master flying eaves and walking on the wall, almost came to an old lady to drill the quilt, slipped out a few steps at once, fortunately, the eye quickly grabbed the monster of the eaves, it was really dangerous!

Squinted his eyes and looked down, oh my god, it's so high! I secretly scolded Gu Long in my heart, where is it not good for you to write, you have to go to the roof after a fight, it is really underdrawn. I'm afraid of heights? What kind of night sky, holding a sword to the wind, it's all bullshit.

I sat on the roof of the Taihe Temple, and cursed the ancient dragon in my heart. After a while, I realized why I came to this place with a "bang". But in the last second, I was sitting in the classroom and asking my classmates to borrow homework and copy it, but in the blink of an eye, I was more than 1,000 kilometers away.

How did I get here, I didn't have wings, even if I flew by plane, I would have to fly for an hour, and I wasn't tired at all. Look at the watch at 9:05, if I remember correctly, I listened to the FM music station when I was copying my homework just now, and I also heard the hour chime. But in the face of the cruel truth, I can only face it, and I am now sitting on the roof of the Taihe Hall blowing a cold wind.

Heaven and earth, which fairy sister can tell me the truth!

I sat on the roof of the Taihe Hall and opened my throat and howled.

It's already closed time, and no one in the huge Forbidden City responds. I finally realized that maybe I'm going to have to spend the night here alone today.

It turns out that it takes physical strength to pull the throat and howl.

When I sounded the crying siren over the Forbidden City at the top of my voice, the only ones that responded to me were the croaking noises of the crows, which were called sacred birds in the Qing Dynasty and are now known to everyone as they were. Unfortunately, their chorus was louder than mine, and my voice was gradually drowned out by their noisy chorus. After a one-hour tug-of-war, I closed my mouth with great amusement. Because, one, I'm thirsty, two, I'm hungry, and three, I'm really not sick.

There is a scientific basis for saying that people can use their brains better when they are hungry. The blood that is supposed to support digestion moves to the stomach and intestines, but there is no use, and if it flows back, the blood supply to the brain is naturally sufficient. So I began to imitate that great sculpture, the Thinker.

After thinking about it for a long time, I finally realized that this was a real event, not from my imagination. This is the conclusion reached through the painful stimulus, pinching a handful on the thigh, it really hurts.

The cold wind blew on his face, and his body began to shiver unconsciously, and he sucked hard the nasal water that was about to drip down, curling his body into a ball. It turns out that standing tall will not only see far, but also cold when the wind blows. At the same time, my stomach was making louder and louder protests, making it clear to me that this was definitely not a dream.

Holding my head up, I suddenly had an inspiration. Didn't I come here with my eyes closed and opened, and then could I go back with my eyes closed and opened? Now it doesn't matter how I got here, what matters is that I care about how I get back.

Close my eyes hard, then count 1, 2, 3 to open my eyes, I am still blowing cold wind, close my eyes hard again, and then count eopeneyes, convex, I am still blowing cold wind on the roof of the Taihe Temple. Damn, Lao Tzu still doesn't believe in evil, come again! After more than an hour of continuous tossing, I still stayed where I was and didn't move. But this time, there was one more viewer, standing on the eaves monster of the Taihe Palace, twisting his head 180 degrees, his big eyes open and closed, staring at my every move.

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