Liang De moved his eyes away and looked at the bank across the street.
The digital screen outside the bank door flashed red and scrolled to display today's date.
Liang De stared at the numbers for a while, put down his clothes that smelled of sweat, put his palms on his stomach and scratched them twice. The firm touch made him seem to see clear abdominal muscle lines.
He raised his right hand and placed it on the outside of his left forearm. It also felt firm to the touch. After a little effort, the muscles contracted and bulged and became full of vitality.
Ordinary vitality, even if increased ten thousand times, could not be compared with the power obtained after practicing extraordinary martial arts such as natural divine power, but it made his thoughts wander.
Yes, at that time I still had muscles, I was good at basketball, I was on the school team even though I was not a sports student, my grades were good or not, I was an ordinary high school student.
Fifteen years old again?
The plot directed by Dong is quite retro.
Liang De habitually wanted to make a menthol cigarette to smoke, but when he snapped his fingers, he found that his own magical power was blocked.
He reached down and touched it. The knock-off Bulls basketball pants had pockets, but there were only a few crumpled bills inside.
By the way, I haven't learned to smoke yet.
Liang De, Liang De, your eyes and lungs used to be so clear. When did it become like this?
He closed his eyes and tried to search for possible clues in the depths of his mind.
After waking up on the street on a summer night when he was fifteen years old, his martial arts cultivation and his natural supernatural powers were gone. Not only was the martial artist's spiritual sense gone, but his thinking was also much slower.
This is the past in his memory, the overlapping fragment that he picked when he activated his own magical power "Reflection Photography" with the help of Mo Feisheng.
But unlike using the revolving door of life to browse through memories in the realm of self, now he is not watching memories, but is actually acting out his fifteen-year-old self.
Liang De tapped his eyebrows with his knuckles.
Director Dong said that the purpose of this exercise was to turn me over. Assuming that he had succeeded... No, if he had succeeded, I couldn't have woken up in this place for no reason, not knowing what to do.
But Director Dong did not explain anything else except letting me hear his voice and agree.
He said that this forging required my full cooperation, but I only responded cooperatively at the beginning.
Therefore, what Director Dong did not specifically explain should be things that are self-evident and that he does not think he needs to explain.
By the way, Director Dong asked me to remember the metaphor of inside and outside, and asked me to use this metaphor as a starting point, so that I would not be at a loss.
At a loss what to do...is this what I'm talking about now?
Turn over the shell and find the cause, it is self-evident...
Liang De's lips moved slightly and he repeated these three words silently several times.
"Shell" is a metaphor. I subconsciously feel that my inner self is hidden under a shell.
So...the "I" who is usually thinking, the "I" who is thinking, cannot control the inner "I". This "I" is not inside the shell, but outside the shell!
The closest thing to the shell is the usual "I".
Director Dong flipped the outer shell, and the exposed inner part came into contact with "me".
It's not that "I" was released, but "I" came in.
I got in touch with my hidden inner self.
So, karma, fate...who determines fate?
I get it, the self-evident thing is:
How can others help you find your own karma?
Director Dong opened the way for me, and the rest is up to me.
Liang De put down his right hand that was tapping his eyebrows. When he realized where he was, everything began to change.
This summer night when I was fifteen years old came alive.
Liang De saw the three doors again. Different from before, he immediately understood what they represented in their hidden connotations.
Behind the first door is his own memory.
Behind the second door is the memory of that woman.
Behind the third door is the memory that was put together after the overlapping of their souls.
He was behind the third door, in that overlapping memory that was beyond the reach of his own supernatural powers.
It is the illusory thing that Brother Mo Feisheng said.
At this moment, the illusory things are awakening.
This summer night is no longer like a video tape with the same content every time it is played.
When "I" meets the hidden inner self, he is no longer a spectator of memory, but puts himself into it.
Fifteen-year-old Liang De will wake up behind the third door and do what he would do at that time, and the woman will do the same.
When the soul merged, she also left fragments of herself in Liang De's heart.
What are about to meet on this illusory stage are two real shadows.
The summer night that is about to start playing is no longer a pieced together false memory, but a real encounter on an illusory stage.
Liang De gave the stage to his fifteen-year-old self.
The only audience member retreated from the stage and watched silently.
The high school student with an overly serious expression changed to a simple and childish face after a gust of night wind blew by. He strode across the cement 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 checkout counter. They must have started chatting, although the fifteen-year-old himself was one-sided and said some pretentious nonsense.
Although the girl who works at the fried chicken restaurant just shook her head or frowned from time to time, the topics were all irrelevant.
But in that cramped fried chicken shop, the two people chatted in their own way.
It's not like that.
Liang De looked at his memory behind the first door. He was very silent during the summer vacation when he was fifteen years old. No one could talk to him about irrelevant topics.
During the days when Xiao Shaoer was hospitalized with him, he was very silent every time he went out to buy late-night snacks.
He knew that his sister was crying secretly, and when he saw the little girl's sad look, he had a sore nose and red eyes several 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 read in magazines, and went downstairs to buy delicious food for her.
During that time, my parents were working overtime almost every day. When I came home, there would sometimes be food in bowls on the table, and more often there would be a few dollars in an ashtray.
But he couldn't complain. A lot of people were laid off in those two years. He had seen what the homes of laid-off neighbors were like. He and his sister were already very lucky.
He just felt helpless, a little scared, and afraid of the future.
So he could only stay silent by himself and work hard to do things that he felt would make the future better.
But doing those things doesn't make him happy.
Until he graduated from college and started working, he never understood that people should live in the present instead of just preparing for the future life.
That summer vacation was his regret, one of many regrets.
If at that time, if someone could listen to my rambling words at that time...