The love apartment begins with entering the police station

Chapter 235: People will eventually untie their knots because of a moment and a scene
According to the multiverse theory, each timeline exists independently, and any changes made by time travelers after traveling back in time will only affect a new timeline, not the timeline they are in. So a time traveler going back in time and killing his own grandfather would only have an impact on the new timeline, not the one he's in.

But who can know which past timeline of the parallel universe you are going to.

Xiang Yu felt a little hesitant when facing the thick stack of investigation results reports in front of him.

If one could travel through time, one would have the chance to encounter one of the creepiest creatures of all: oneself!
Xiang Yu didn't think about going to his hometown in his previous life, but he hesitated for a long time and didn't make up his mind. Until today, he had completed all the investigations, and there was only one way left in front of him.

Xiang Yu said hello to everyone in the apartment, saying that he was going to travel for a few days, and then set off alone with his bag on his back.

Xiang Yu didn't plan to tell anyone about this, so he silently boarded the plane to his hometown in his previous life.

The first stop in my hometown town
When the plane landed, it seemed to be a familiar city, familiar streets, and even the air had a familiar smell, but the faces of the people coming and going were so unfamiliar.

Xiang Yu couldn't help but feel a little happy and a little disappointed.

After Xiang Yu bought the ticket, he did not choose other modes of transportation, but chose to take the familiar shuttle bus. Xiang Yu looked greedily at the scenery outside the window passing by on the window in front of his eyes. Xiang Yu wore a mask on his face. With a hat on his head and expectations in his eyes.

People are so weird sometimes. I don’t cherish it when I get it, but I miss it very much when I lose it.

Xiang Yu wore a mask and stood quietly near the fried gluten stall, quietly thinking about the past until he gathered enough courage to turn around and move forward.

In junior high school, three or five friends would get out of school together and eat a delicious fried gluten. It may not seem like a big deal to adults, but in the minds of teenagers at that age, it can be regarded as a simple happiness.

Time flies by when I am young, but my original desire is still rooted in my heart like the roots of a big tree.

Xiang Yu always felt that he was incompatible with his parents, from his lifestyle to his ideas. Until he grew up and became mature enough, although he still didn't like it, he would no longer refute it.

Xiang Yu has been instilled in Xiang Yu by his parents since he was a child with the idea of ​​"if your family is poor, don't spend money randomly". Every time he passes by a roadside stall with fried gluten after school, Xiang Yu will quickly pass by. Because being obsessed with fried gluten will not make Xiang Yu get what he wants, it is better to give himself less hope.

When Xiang Yu was a child, he liked to use scientific ideas to fight against his mother's biblical ideas, use the theory of evolution to fight against God's creation of man, and use paradox to fight against Almighty God.

The house in front of me is still the same house, but the person sitting on a chair sewing at the door has a different face.

I vaguely remember that when I was in high school, I would pass by this place every time I went home on weekends. I still longed for it, but I never really stopped to taste it.

Soon, I graduated from junior high school. My high school was not in my home county, but in a high school in the city. Since I am far away from home and busy with studies, I can only come back once a week.

My mother is a standard housewife and a devout Christian believer. She always mutters the teachings of the Bible. She is paranoid and wants to draw Xiang Yu into the church. It is best to go to theological school.

Xiang Yu knew that when he was in high school, he was far away from home and busy with his studies, but he would go home every weekend, and today is also a weekend.

Old-fashioned, old-fashioned, strict, macho, and fond of critical education. Nowadays, all the words used to curse men on the Internet are magically suitable for Xiang Yu's father.

In his previous life, Xiang Yu's father was a man who fit all the stereotypes of the old times.

Xiang Yu knows that this is the closest to the answer. If he tastes the fried gluten that he has longed for, if the fried gluten is more delicious than I imagined, he will be more eager and painful in the future.

Even the Bible, which was always with my mother, was never placed on a chair aside. Xiang Yu looked at another young man with a strange face, pulled out a chair with a smile, sat down, and chatted with his mother about household matters.

Not long after, a familiar path appeared in front of him. He still remembered his past self, who liked to jump over small ditches and take this shortcut home. Xiang Yu slowly followed his past steps and walked through the alley at the intersection. Turn onto a familiar path.

The gluten-fried stall is not big, just a small cart with a few tools and an oil pan, and a gas stove attached below. The equipment is rudimentary.

No matter how long the road is, it will be finished at some point, not to mention that it is not far in the first place. Xiang Yu secretly cursed that he used to walk so fast, but today he has slowed down.

There is a familiar fried gluten stall near the door of Xiang Yu's house. Xiang Yu saw the fried gluten stall at this moment, but he was a little afraid to go forward.

Xiang Yu was a little disappointed. Home seemed to be the same home, but it was no longer my home.

So, since you can’t get it, you might as well learn to let it go. Xiang Yu was a little lucky that he didn't give himself too much hope and would not let himself be too disappointed.

Coming out of the intersection, Xiang Yu made up his mind to try the fried gluten that he had never been able to taste. Xiang Yu has eaten a lot of fried gluten, but he never knew what the one at the door tasted like.

The fried gluten that he had been craving for so many years finally got his wish. Xiang Yu couldn't wait to put the fried gluten in his mouth, as if he was not eating fried gluten, but some rare delicacy.

It's just that the delicious taste I imagined didn't appear. It felt a little oily and greasy, and it wasn't as fragrant as I thought.

Maybe the so-called delicious food is just a figment in my mind.

I got the fried gluten that I wanted to eat, but I didn’t seem to get the fried gluten that I wanted. The shortcomings have been made up, but it seems that only a little bit can never be made up for the rest.

Xiang Yu looked up at the sky. Well, it's time to go. There should be a shuttle bus at the intersection when he returns to the front.

Xiang Yu's figure is swaying, like a hurried traveler, like a lost owner who can't find something, and a familiar person can no longer be found in a familiar place.

Second stop Taoist temple

Xiang Yu asked all the way according to the address obtained from the investigation, and finally found the Taoist temple left by the old Taoist priest on the mountain. Then he wandered around the mountain several times and found the old Taoist priest's grave. Xiang Yu didn't have any memory, so naturally he didn't. A little sad.

For the sake of morality, Xiang Yu simply removed the grass and did not burn any paper money. He added two handfuls of soil but felt nothing. Xiang Yu did not kowtow or kneel down, so maybe there was nothing inside.

Xiang Yu sat in front of the tombstone and looked down the mountain. The smoke was curling up, and the town was quite alive.

At this time, the sky began to darken, and large dark clouds rolled in from the distance. Finally, when the raindrops became denser and began to crackle on the ground, Xiang Yu returned to the Taoist temple on the mountain.

Xiang Yu looked at the rusty lock on the door and thought for a moment, but he didn't open it after all. Inside the door was another false life of his in this world.

Since it is false, there is no need to remember it. Xiang Yu came just to see if there really is such a Taoist temple and such an old Taoist priest.

Xiang Yu always felt like an apple and a pear that had been grafted together, and finally turned into an apple pear.

Standing in front of the door, with the clouds clearing and the rain clearing, Xiang Yu looked at the dazzling sunshine and let out a sigh of relief.

Looking back now, I will eventually let go of things I don’t want to face.

Xiang Yu reconciled with himself as he walked. Since the past no longer exists, don't continue to dwell on uncertain things.

At this time, Xiang Yu felt an inexplicable calmness as he walked down the mountain, as if the world had nothing to do with him. From today on, I can be myself completely, without worrying about meeting myself one day, or worrying that life is a false part. , since then, I only care about the people around me and the scenery on the roadside.

Xiang Yu skipped down, picked up a branch, shaved the weeds and flowers on the roadside, took out his mobile phone with his other hand, and called Nuolan.

There were faint whispers on the other end of the phone, and Nuo Lan asked: "Hey, Xiang Yu, you've been out for a few days, when will you be back! Call me if you need anything!"

Xiang Yu pursed his lips, looked at the road going down the mountain, and said relaxedly: "Tomorrow, I just want to ask you if you want to try the specialties."

Nuo Lan also sensed from Xiang Yu's tone that Xiang Yu was in a good mood at the moment, and asked with a smile: "Then what's delicious in your hometown?"

Xiang Yu could think of Nuo Lan laughing on the other end of the phone.

Xiang Yu said seriously: "Let me think about it, there are roast chicken from Fuliji, salted chicken from Lu'an, salted duck from Wuwei, tribute goose from Wushan, sesame cakes from Huangshan, and smelly mandarin fish."

Nuolan quickly stopped, "Stop, stop, stop, I'm already hungry. Then you should bring back more delicious food! It's not enough if you don't eat enough!"

Xiang Yu happily agreed, hung up the phone, and it was time to go home.

Xiang Yu wanted to know if anything interesting happened during the few days he was away from the apartment.

(End of this chapter)