Liang De turned around and looked around, and every small pebble on the ground was vividly visible.

The big poplar tree next to the cold noodle stall hasn't been cut down for road construction.

I don't know who scattered a pile of cinders next to the shoe repair shop, where he fell and broke his knee when he was in junior high school, and he still has a scar on his knee.

The acquaintance on the poplar tree is shouting at the top of his voice, Zi'er'er's wow's wow's wow.

In the video store next door to the shoe repair shop, the Black Panthers' "Don't Come and Pester Me" was played on a tape recorder that was snarky.

"I don't want to say anything more to you, I'm angry right now.

…… Make your attitude acceptable, you and I are equal.

Don't pester me, don't make me sad.

This is the new East Country, and I don't want to say more. ”

Liang De remembered what year it was.

This year, Dou Wei has not been bald, and the young man has a flute in Hung Hom, blowing all the romance overnight.

This year, his favorite album "Still Fan Debiao" has not yet been filmed, Tieling is not a well-known international metropolis outside the Guan, Kaiyuan is still a few years away from becoming the eternal Sicily in the hearts of outsiders, Brother Biao is still an amorous teenager who wants to fall in love, and there are still a few ups and downs before becoming the future Vito Corleone outside the Guanwai.

Liang De put his hands in his pockets, breathed in the air mixed with floating dust in his memory, and quietly looked at a pair of twelve or thirteen-year-old boys and girls who came out of the red brick family building.

The average appearance of this pair of teenagers and girls is much lower than that of the sisters and brothers, mainly because of the ordinary ugly boy who looks ordinary and walks in a hangy manner.

Xiao Spoon looks like her mother, and I look like my father, except that my eyes are a bit similar, and my appearance is 108,000 miles away.

It is precisely because of this appearance that is 108,000 miles higher that Liang Jianguo is willing to chase his college classmate Li Weihong from his hometown in Lingnan to Guanwai, which is 108,000 miles away, and stay for more than 40 years.

Comrade Jianguo said that it was purely because Comrade Wei Hong was beautiful in his heart, but Liang De, who was not good-looking, but was a loyal dog, did not believe it.

Liang De lit a cigarette, and his heart was as quiet as a summer afternoon with only cicadas chirping.

He remembered what day it was.

That day, the uncle went to the house to play mahjong, and the uncle who did not take off his coat on a hot day touched himself three times in a row, and was happy, so he took some pocket money from the table and gave me and a small spoon to buy food.

Liang De saw the tall and white girl walking in front with a spirit, holding a few crumpled tickets in her hands.

The ordinary-looking teenager Liang De followed behind, smiling with a flattering Shiba Inu:

"Spoon, let's buy a sticky fire spoon, the bean paste filling, it's sweet, but it's delicious."

The tall girl raised her eyebrows, and her eyes were horizontal:

"Liang Xiaochopsticks, you know a fart, you have to eat a crispy fire spoon and eat beef filling!"

"Uncle gave this money, it is not enough to buy two beef spoons."

"It's hard to cut half of a person, stupid!"

The two entered a snack bar with a red guise in front of the house one after the other.

The guise is the store sign, like a big lantern, the middle is a loop, the bottom is a streamer, and the top three ropes are tied to a ring, which is hung outside the door with a ring to open the store during the day, and closed at night and put away.

Outside the customs is a Han restaurant with a red guise, a halal restaurant under a blue guise, a guise is a shop that operates public snacks, two under the guise of mid-range stir-frying, and four under the guise of a big restaurant, indicating that the master is a capable person, and the big dishes in the north and south can be done.

Liang De sat at the table in the snack bar, watched the boy and girl choose a beef hot spoon, and asked the fat cook with a big head and a thick neck to cut it in half.

The fat cook may have problems with his legs and feet, and he walks up and down like a lame man without crutches, his head is crooked, his eyes are slanted, and he doesn't count the knives.

I saw that the big kitchen knife went down, and the beef fire spoon, which was crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, was cut into two pieces, one large and one small.

The big half of the spoon was twice as big!

said that it was too late, and then it was fast, and the Shiba Inu boy wearing pull-back canvas shoes jumped up, like a fierce dog jumping over the wall, reached out and grabbed the big fire spoon and turned around and ran!

The tall girl was stunned for a moment, stuffed the remaining small half of the beef fire spoon into her mouth, and chased out quickly with a pair of long legs!

She chased after her and chewed on the fire spoon, and shouted inarticulately:

"Liang Xiaoxiao'er, stop me!"

The young Liang De came from the front in a loose vernacular:

"Sorry, the winner is king, stupid roe deer don't use their brains, they will always be stupid roe deer.

Half a fire spoon is not enough to eat? Go back to the house and cook a bowl of noodles for you to eat! ”

"You hit the street, the ...... of the Yan family" Liang Lu was just about to finish the second half of the auspicious and wealthy Longmen foul language, and suddenly remembered that the person in front of him was his own brother, so he could only immediately brake sharply and change his tone.

"Dog basket! Hold it off! ”

"Spoon, you insist on chasing for a while, I won't run away after eating!"

The young Liang De gnawed on the fire spoon and his face was full of oil, and his mouth let out a German-style maniacal laugh that was about to be completed.

Liang De exhaled a puff of mint-flavored pale blue smoke and watched the backs of the two disappear into an alley.

Juan Shiyu stood behind Liang De with a disgusted expression.

"If you are an elder brother, you should let your sister go, it's just a beef pie, what's wrong with giving her all of it, it's useless."

"It's your business." Liang De thought that his Yuan Shen was in danger, and he didn't know if he could return to Lanxing's hometown, and his heart was even more unhappy.

He spit out the cigarette butt with a pop, and his figure disappeared into this memory, and as soon as Liang De left, the figure of Juan Shiyu involuntarily left with Liang De.

She and Liang De's martial arts and spirits intersected more and more, and they could only travel with him in their respective memories.

The memory scene is constantly circulating, sometimes it is the memory of Liang De, sometimes it is the memory of the judgment language.

The figures of Liang De and Shen Shiyu have been flashing in their memories for more than 20 years.

As the Martial Dao Primordial Gods gradually began to merge, the pain of Ling Chi that had infiltrated his soul began to intensify.

Liang De and Xian Shiyu could no longer maintain a conscious state of spectators, and their chaotic consciousness began to invest in themselves in the world of memory, as if they had relived the past twenty years.

The gray-black world and the ice-blue world are constantly intertwined, and the memories of Liang De and Xian Shiyu gradually merge together.

The little broken boy Liang De sucked two lines of snot and hissed to see the ice lantern fair, and passed by a silent little girl with short black hair led by a strange woman.

Twelve-year-old Jushiyu was hiding in the courtyard after his parents' funeral and secretly wept when a boy who laughed like a Shiba Inu threw a box of paper into the pond from the second floor.

Fifteen-year-old Liang De went to buy supper for his sister who was hospitalized with a broken right leg, and grinded for a long time with the clerk of a long, straight black girl who always frowned at the Korean-style fried chicken restaurant where he worked in the middle of the day, before asking for a few more packets of sweet and spicy sauce.

Eighteen-year-old Juan Shiyu gave up the university she had been longing for in order to take care of her younger brother, and filled in a local ordinary college, that night she walked into the playground of the high school alone to relax, and saw a sweaty Shiba Inu man sitting under the basketball hoop and smoking, he scolded at the other end of the phone, saying that in the future, he only smokes and does not drink, you are a bad old man's liver to keep for yourself, and the little spoon does not like it.

……

Late at night in Yanjing, two o'clock in the morning.

Liang De, dressed in a business white shirt and black oxford shoes, his hair neatly combed, leaned decadently to the left of the vending machine, the pale blue smoke rising deep into the starless night sky, and the half-cut badge in his trouser pocket could be faintly seen...... Limited to the company's senior administrative manager".

Juan Shiyu was dressed in an urban OL suit, a light blue silk shirt with a black skirt, and long brocade-like black hair pulled up high. She leaned silently against the wall to the right of the vending machine, a thin lit lady's cigarette between her white fingers.

"In another hour, I'm going to die suddenly."

He didn't speak.

"In another 1 minute, the Yuan Shen will begin to fuse deeply, and you and I will both die."

There was still silence next door to the vending machine.

Liang De didn't speak again, bought two cups of coffee from the vending machine, and handed one to the judge next to him.

When the cigarette between the fingers of the judge was two-thirds of the way to light, the figures of the two disappeared again.

……

The Blue Star System, somewhere in this world.

Liang Lu, who woke up from a dream, felt thirsty, she picked up the mobile phone next to her pillow, rubbed her eyes, and walked to the kitchen by the bright light of the screen.

Liang Lu took a bottle of Qiulingvas from the refrigerator, took a sip, and habitually opened the international version of the scarf with his left hand.

She switched to the scarf trumpet and found one in the list of special concerns that used the phrase "Little Yellow Bird Forced to Work. JPG" The person who made the avatar.

His last scarf was to pat the rest of the table.

I don't know where it is, in a restaurant outside the Guanwai restaurant, the pot is covered with tomato sauce, and there is a hot spoon of uneaten beef on the table.

The photo has no food filter, and the composition is messy, and at first glance it looks like a straight man took it casually with his own mobile phone camera.

This scarf is only a little more than twenty words:

"Put ketchup on the right side of the pot bun, can it still be called pot bun right? The beef fire spoon is still half delicious. [doge doghead]"

A few tears fell on the shoulder of the bottle in Qiulingvass, and the knuckles of Liang Lu's right hand holding the bottle turned white.

"Hit the street, dog basket ......"