Liang De looked away and looked at the bank across the street.

Outside the bank's door, the screen glows red, scrolling to show today's date.

Liang De stared at the numbers for a while, put down the hem of his clothes that smelled of sweat, and scratched his palm on his stomach twice, the firm touch made him seem to see a clear line of abdominal muscles.

He raised his right hand and put it on the outside of his left forearm, which was also firm to the touch, and after a little effort, the contracted and bulging muscles were full of vitality.

The ordinary vitality could not be compared to the power obtained after cultivating extraordinary martial arts such as innate divine power, but it made his mind flutter.

Yes, at that time, I still had muscles, I played basketball well, I was not a sports student but also mixed into the school team, my grades were not good or bad, I was an ordinary high school student.

Fifteen again?

The plot that Dong instructed you to type is quite retro.

Liang De habitually wanted to make a mint cigarette to smoke, but snapped his fingers but found that his own supernatural powers could not be used.

He reached down and saw that the copycat version of the Bulls basketball pants had pockets, but there were only a few crumpled bills inside.

By the way, I hadn't learned to smoke yet.

Liang De, Liang De, your eyes and lungs used to be so clear, when did they start to become like this?

He closed his eyes and struggled to search the depths of his mind for clues that might exist.

After waking up on the street on a fifteen-year-old summer night, his martial arts cultivation and self-nature supernatural powers disappeared, not only did the martial artist's spiritual sense disappear, but his thinking was also much duller.

This is the past in his memory, the overlapping fragment that was drawn when he activated the "Echo Light Photography" with the help of Mo Feisheng.

But unlike in the original self-sex realm, he is not watching his memories from the sidelines, but playing his fifteen-year-old self in person.

Liang De tapped his eyebrows with his knuckles.

Director Dong said that this forging was to turn me over, assuming that he had succeeded...... No, if he had succeeded, I couldn't have woken up in this place inexplicably, not knowing what to do.

But Director Dong didn't explain anything other than letting me hear his voice and say yes.

He said that this forging would require my cooperation throughout the fight, but I only responded cooperatively at first.

Therefore, what Director Dong did not specifically explain should be something that is self-evident and he doesn't think he needs to talk about.

By the way, Director Dong asked me to remember the metaphor of the inside and the outside, and asked me to use this metaphor as a starting point, so that I would not be at a loss.

At a loss...... Is that what I'm in right now?

Flipping the shell and looking for cause is self-explanatory......

Liang De's lips moved slightly, and he repeated these three words silently several times.

The "shell" is a metaphor that I subconsciously feel that my inner self is hidden under a shell.

So...... The usual "me", the thinking "me", cannot control the inner "me", this "me" is not in the shell, but outside the shell!

The closest to the shell is the usual "me".

Director Dong flipped the shell, and the exposed inner came into contact with "me".

It's not "I" who is let out, but "I" who comes in.

I touched the hidden inside of myself.

Well, karma, fate...... Who determines fate?

I get it, the self-explanatory thing is:

How can others help you find your own karma?

Director Dong opened a way for me, and the rest of the things are up to me.

Liang De let go of his right hand that tapped his eyebrows, and when he realized where he was, everything began to look different. 110 eBooks

This fifteen-year-old summer evening came to life.

Liang De saw the three doors again, and unlike before, he immediately understood what they represented in the hidden interior.

Behind the first door, there are memories of his own.

Behind the second door, there is the woman's memory.

Behind the third door is the memory of their overlapping spirits.

He was behind the third door, in the overlapping memories of his own supernatural powers that were untouchable.

That is, the illusory thing that Brother Mo Feisheng said.

At this moment, the unreal is awakening.

This summer's night is no longer like a videotape, with the same content every time it is played.

When the "I" meets the hidden inside, he ceases to be a spectator of the memory, but throws himself into it.

Fifteen-year-old Liang De would wake up behind the third door and do what he would do then, and the same would be true for the woman.

When the Yuan Shen merged, she also left a fragment of herself in Liang De's heart.

What is about to meet on this illusory stage are two real shadows.

The summer night that is about to start playing is no longer a fake memory of piecing, but a real encounter on an illusory stage.

Liang De handed over the stage to his fifteen-year-old self.

The only audience member retreated from the audience, silently watching.

The overly solemn high school student changed his face to a simple childish face after a gust of night breeze, and he strode across the concrete road and pushed open the glass door of the Korean fried chicken restaurant.

Liang De saw his fifteen-year-old self chatting with the indifferent black-haired girl in front of the cash register, it should have been a chat, although the fifteen-year-old was unilaterally saying some pretended to be high-minded and bad, although the clerk girl in the fried chicken restaurant only shook her head or frowned from time to time, although the topics were all marginal things.

But in that cramped fried chicken restaurant, the two men chatted in their own way.

It's not like that.

Liang De looked at his own memories after the first door, he was silent during the summer vacation when he was fifteen years old, and no one could talk to him about those marginal topics.

During the days when he accompanied Xiao Spoon in the hospital, he was very silent every time he went out to buy supper.

He knew that his sister was secretly crying, and when he saw the little girl's sad appearance, he also had a sour nose a few times and red eyes a few times.

He couldn't cry with her, he felt he couldn't do that.

So he pretended to be strong, told his sister some bad jokes he had seen in magazines, and went downstairs to buy good food for her.

During that time, my parents worked overtime almost every day, and when they came home, the table was sometimes covered with a bowl of food, and more often it was a few dollars pressed with an ashtray.

But he can't complain that a lot of people have been laid off in those two years, and he has seen what the laid-off neighbor's house is like, and he and his sister have been very lucky.

He just felt helpless, felt a little scared, afraid of the days to come.

So he had to be silent by himself, trying to do the things that he felt would make the future better.

But doing those things doesn't make him happy.

Until he graduated from college and joined the workforce, he didn't understand that people should live in the present, not just prepare for the future.

That summer vacation was one of his regrets, one of many.

If then, if at that time someone could listen to me rambling......

Liang De looked behind the second door.

At that time, she was not like now.