When Liang De returned to World Blue Star 415 on this shore, it was exactly twelve o'clock at noon.

Xiangbei City is located in the subtropical monsoon climate zone, although it has only been a short time since the beginning of summer, the weather has become a little hot, the sun in early May is not dazzling, but after the focus of the glass curtain wall of the city building, it will occasionally shine to the eyes of pedestrians.

Liang De was shaken several times after leaving the Red Leaf Building apartment, but he didn't feel particularly annoying.

When he was in Lanxing's hometown, he was already accustomed to urban light pollution, and 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 the city, all kinds of pollution have arisen.

After Liang De trained into a martial artist who is not afraid of pollution, he has some intimacy with the noise, haze, and strong light in the city, and every time he returns to Xiangbei City from another world, he can't help but take two more breaths of the distinctive blue star air.

The air pollution in Xiangbei is not serious, far less 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 a distance still reminded him of his hometown.

He doesn't often think about the things he did in his hometown, although he can flip through his soul memories at any time, but it needs to consume the power of the martial arts primordial god, especially the computing power.

A particular soul memory is not a complete linear memory that is stored in the soul in the first place, but a large pile of fragmentary materials.

For example, the memory of color, the memory of temperature, the memory of touch, the memory of smell, etc., every time you use life to flip through the past, you need to call up various materials for temporary composition, so that you can see the perfect soul memory.

Usually, most of his Yuan Shen computing power is used in the background to deduce martial arts, constantly exploring the most suitable cultivation method for him, and there are not many resources to use at will.

The lottery in the vending machine of the Self-Nature Realm requires the soul memory to be reorganized from beginning to end, so he has not even used the self-nature magic power of "Echo Light Photography" for a long time.

He seldom deliberately reminisced about the past, as if he was running away from something.

But familiar scents always bring back some fragments of memories of the past.

Although these fragments are not as flawless as the soul memories, the hazy images are just as touching.

Liang De stopped in the crowd that had nothing to do with him, stood next to a stall car selling pancakes and fruits, and closed his eyes.

He remembered that Xiao Spoon had just entered junior high school at that time, and he secretly took olay oil from the dresser in the master bedroom and rubbed his face from time to time.

Everyone else in the family knew about it, but they didn't say it.

On the way home from school, the two of them always encounter several diesel trucks pulling goods.

He and his sister walked down the narrow sidewalk, and the hands of the clocks in the street shops were slow, and each time they looked at it, it was a few minutes away from six.

On the left is the smell of diesel exhaust, and on the right is the smell of Olay.

He didn't have to look through his soul to remember clearly, those things happened as if they happened yesterday.

Let the other personality find their way home and sleep until it is done?

How could he sleep.

Liang De stood on the road for a while, suddenly opened his eyes and fluttered his nose exaggeratedly.

He looked at the stall owner's aunt who was adding spicy strips to the pancakes with a serious face, covered his chest as if he was distressed, and said:

"You, how can you add spicy strips to pancake fruit."

He approached the stall and noticed a bottle of salad dressing next to the round iron plate used for the pancakes.

Liang De's face suddenly wrinkled, as if he couldn't breathe.

"And salad dressing, how can you put salad dressing in the pancake fruit, can you eat it?"

It's really a bad ceremony, and the cake will not be a cake!

The stall owner's aunt kept her hands on it, and added two pieces of thin crisps to the pancake fruit and shoveled them with a scraper.

"If you add it, you add it, and now young people like to eat spicy strips, and there are also spicy strips in the baked cold noodles, not all of them are the same."

"You shouldn't add spicy strips to your baked cold noodles!"

How can today's young people be like this!

The decline and distortion of traditional culture began with adding spicy strips to pancakes and baked cold noodles, and if a nation loses its own culture, it is equivalent to losing everything.

Liang De's burning sense of responsibility was hotter than the iron plate of a pancake at this moment.

"Eldest sister, you make a price, I bought all the spicy strips and salad dressings you brought today."

"Yes."

The stall owner's aunt picked up the plastic basket containing spicy strips, counted them, handed them to Liang De, and said:

"Count you fifty together, do you want chicken tenders?"

What, and chicken tenders?!

Yingxuetang Bookstore Xiangbei Branch.

"Uncle Liang, you're back from a business trip."

Zhao Yuhan stood behind the cashier counter in an apron for a bookstore clerk and greeted him.

"I'm back, I'm back, Yuhan, you can't rest at noon when you work 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:

"It's not a weekend today, why are you here to work?"

"Because of the incident of the White Lotus Evil God before, the Evil Disaster Bureau suspended me from school, anyway, I have studied the high school courses more than a dozen times, and I can just go directly to the college entrance examination when the time comes."

Zhao Yuhan picked up the basket and whistled, beckoning a few snow ball-like painting spirits to come down from the screen and eat spicy strips.

The girl snorted deliberately twice and said to Liang De:

"So these spicy strips weren't specially brought to me at all, Uncle Liang, you're so greasy."

Liang De coughed lightly a few times, and buried the previous topic in the cough.

"Why are you still working here after taking a break from school?

When you're young, you just want to work part-time, and you're in a dangerous situation.

Yuhan, a person's body and soul, there must always be one who doesn't work.

Have you ever been to Wuyue? Have you ever eaten an authentic Kanwai pot bun right? Have you ever seen the sea?

Youth is fleeting, hurry up. ”

Zhao Yuhan gently stroked the painting spirit and said:

"Working here, I can see a lot of active magical girl sisters every day.,You can ask them all kinds of things about magical girls.,Sister Zhixian will come over every day to read books and eat snacks.,It's much more interesting than traveling.。

Liang De glanced at the reading area.

"I almost forgot to get down to business with you, I'll go find your Aunt Li first."

"Wait a minute."

Zhao Yuhan grabbed Liang De's cuffs across the counter and said:

"Sister Zhixian and Sister Peihuan are chatting, Uncle Liang, you can wait and then go over."

"Oh my God, I've seen 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 his index finger on the tip of his nose and whispered:

"Sometimes, you don't need to talk to talk."