Fist of Imagination

Liang Lu took out his mobile phone, unlocked the screen and took a look, then reported the current time to Shen Shiyu.

After seeing the current time and date on the screen, Shen Shiyu, while talking to Liang Lu, cast most of his perception on the Seiko quartz watch worn by a middle-aged man behind Liang Lu.

When she came over, she looked at the time on several people's watches, and asked Liang Lu to tell the time to confirm that there was no big error in these timers.

The reading on the middle-aged man's watch was exactly the same as the time displayed on Liang Lu's mobile phone.

She watched the second hand of the Seiko quartz watch turn twice while counting silently.

As with the previous observations, the number of times the fried chicken fragrance appeared per minute was fixed and did not change.

With these data, we can calculate the ratio of the time flow rate here and the time flow rate of Konghai after returning.

After Shen Shiyu repeatedly confirmed that the count was correct, she retracted all her attention from the quartz watch.

She listened carefully to every word Liang Lu said, occasionally asking a few questions that she thought the man would also care about.

Time passed by bit by bit.

After graduating from Sheng Wuxu Private High School, Shen Shiyu, who has an almost infinite lifespan, has never wished that time would go slower like this.

But time here will not slow down.

Liang Lu finished talking about the important things that happened in the past few years bit by bit. She was a little surprised that she would say so much to someone she met for the first time. She knew that many people were more likely to confide in strangers, especially when they were vulnerable, but she asked herself that she was not that type of person. From childhood to adulthood, she would go to the closest people to confide when she needed to share.

After her brother passed away, she understood that she had to become a support for her parents and could no longer show her vulnerability and hesitation when she couldn't hold on like before.

The accumulated pressure from work and life has had a negative impact on her body. This is a very difficult period, but she has never relaxed her strict control over herself.

She wants to hold on, just like that person did before.

However, the "Sister Shiyu" in front of her seemed to have a special sense of intimacy, as if she had known her for a long time, so that she could not unconsciously say those things, and her answers and suggestions were always within her acceptable range, and she felt very comfortable even when she answered the questions.

This kind of tacit understanding of not waiting or rushing to speak is like...

Shen Shiyu smelled a new fried chicken aroma again. After the aroma dissipated, the turbulence began to become active again. With the previous experience, she knew that this was a sign that the turbulence was about to leave this world.

Time is running out.

A gust of cold wind blew, and many pieces of paper money with dark fire were rolled into the air.

A drizzle fell again in the gloomy sky.

Shen Shiyu carefully used the Golden Snake Resonance Method to control the light and airflow. She took a step forward and stretched out her hand to gently brush away the paper ash on Liang Lu's temples.

She retracted her right hand, looked at Liang Lu's back and said:

"Are those two coming over there uncle and aunt?"

Liang Lu turned around to look, but did not see the shadows of his parents.

She heard someone behind her say softly:

"It will pass. If it rains, you hold an umbrella. There will always be a way."

Liang Lu was stunned for a moment. When she turned around, the person who had just spoken behind her had disappeared.

The bouquet of gardenias in front of the tombstone disappeared with that person.

Ten minutes later, a gray-haired couple came over with the incense, candles and paper money they had bought.

"Shao'er, why didn't you answer the phone call just now?"

Liang Lu looked at the marble slab in front of the tombstone. In the rain, he could still vaguely see traces of footprints.

"Just now, a friend of my brother came over..."

Above the cemetery, between the dark clouds and drizzle, a blue light band gradually faded in color, drifting slowly but actually fast towards the distance.

...

When the turbulence passed through the extremely thick boundary membrane of this world, the blue color stained by the world had completely disappeared.

The heavy burden from this side of the sea was pressed on Shen Shiyu's soul again. In the chaotic fog, she maintained the most basic spiritual clarity, thinking over and over again about the few numbers she got on the blue planet.

...

In the other side of the world No. 977, the special needs ward of the First Affiliated Hospital of Huanhai University.

Liang De tore open a new box of crispy fried chicken. Behind the chair where he was sitting, the unopened fried chicken boxes were piled up to the ceiling.

He tore open a box every hour. How many hours had passed since he returned to the ward? He didn't count.

His sense of time had not deteriorated, but he rarely thought about time when it was not necessary.

Time, time.

Liang De returned the fried chicken box he had eaten to his internal energy and leaned over to look at the woman lying on the bed.

In the past, he would only get so close to her when they were smoking and lighting a fire together.

At this distance, ordinary people could see the subtlest expression in each other's eyes without any magical powers.

But when she was awake, he always looked away, never looking into her eyes at this distance, and didn't know if she was looking at him.

Now he wouldn't look away, but she closed her eyes.

59 minutes and 59 seconds later, Liang De was about to stand up and tear a new box of "Handmade Opportunity" when a strong vibration suddenly came from the depths of his soul.

A surging invisible object broke through the boundary and penetrated into the ward with only two people.

The soul-calling formation set up by Mo Feisheng and Chang Duanxuan was activated immediately, and the nodes in Shen Shiyu's meridians lit up one after another. Ink blue and silver-white light prisms appeared in the ward, blocking the turbulent flow like a fence.

Liang De saw her eyes before he could get up.

It was too close, but he still didn't look away.

The Konghai turbulence, which put down the beacon, passed through the boundary, and Shen Shiyu's returning main soul merged with the living soul in the body and soon merged into one.

With a roll of her spiritual perception, she "saw" the piled-up fried chicken boxes in the ward and smelled the familiar fragrance.

"How often do you open a new box of fried chicken?" she asked.

"One hour."

"Is it accurate?"

"This stuff takes effect in one hour. I always use it on time. Don't you know how frugal I am? It's definitely accurate."

Shen Shiyu supported the bed with both hands. Liang De saw that she wanted to get up, so he bent down and took out a pair of slippers from the bedside table and placed them next to the hanging sheets.

The ice-blue internal energy light flowed from Shen Shiyu's eyebrows, and the Golden Snake Resonance Method was activated, connecting with the man who was still holding the cloth slippers.

A moment later, Liang De saw her unguarded soul memory. Just the first picture made him stay where he was.

"The ratio of the time flow rate of the oldest blue star and the sea of ​​​​sky is about 1:1670.

Only three years have passed since you left, and Xiao Shaoer and uncle and aunt are still here."

Liang De lowered his head and spent several minutes to put the slippers in place.

He stood up and picked up a box of fried chicken and handed it to the woman.

"Try it, it tastes exactly the same as it did back then."

Shen Shiyu tore open the carton, picked up a piece and took a bite, her eyes were filled with joy, but she thought of something else, and immediately changed the smile that was about to appear into another smile, looked up at him indifferently, and said:

"The fried chicken is very ordinary."

"Huh?"

Mr. Liang's brightest smile since he was born fell on his face.

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