Chapter 372 Part 1
Chapter 372 Part 1
A chicken, Liu Xingquan thought.
This is an ordinary chicken that can be bought in the vegetable market casually. Liu Xingquan felt that it seemed to be looking at him.
"Liu Xingquan!!" He turned around, and several high school students were standing behind him. Liu Xingquan knew them all.These few are Xiao Sheng's loyal followers.One of the two leaders is nicknamed Shitou, and the other is called Xiaomang.A few of them have always been somewhat disobedient, and are regarded as problem students by the teachers and students of the school.Because Liu Xingquan has a good relationship with Brother Xiaosheng, these high school students also regard Liu Xingquan as their brother and take good care of him.
"Liu Xingquan, what are you looking at?" Shitou smiled.
Liu Xingquan looked at the chicken coop and said, "A chicken."
Shi Shi said, "Yes, a chicken. What's wrong with this chicken? It's very ordinary."
Yes, why am I looking at a chicken, Liu Xingquan thought.It doesn't look fat either.
Xiaomang said: "I want to eat chicken. There are fried chicken cutlets over there, brother please. Come here!"
Liu Xingquan hurriedly shook his head and said that he was not hungry.Brother Xiaosheng's brothers are all very nice, but they are a little too enthusiastic, which always makes him feel at a loss.
"I just saw you a little bit out of my mind." Shitou said, "Isn't it because you were bullied by someone at school?"
Upon hearing this, Xiaomang immediately said angrily: "Bullying? Who dares to bully Liu Xingquan? Don't you take us seriously?"
"No! No one bullied me!" Liu Xingquan replied.He has always wondered what brother Xiao Sheng said to these people. Could it be that this group of people imagined him as a poor little boy who would be bullied casually?
After refusing the invitation and saying goodbye to them, he turned and left the busy pedestrian street.
I don't know if it was his illusion, but when he left, the chicken in the coop seemed to have a very sad expression.
Wait, what expression can a chicken have?
No, why should I care about a chicken?
After walking out of the pedestrian street, Liu Xingquan stood at the fork in the road again.The golden-red sunset is burning in the western sky, and the surrounding buildings are also dyed a bright red.But perhaps, he seemed to have seen a more unusual sunset somewhere.It was a larger red planet in the horizon, with silk-like metal dust on the sky, and flashing light spots in the hazy atmosphere, it was a starship traveling through the sky.Starship, Liu Xingquan came back to himself in a daze, what was I thinking.
Twilight is gathering, and now is the time to go home.
He picked up his steps and walked home.
Still the familiar roadside scenery.In this way, I have walked back and forth thousands of times to and from school.
The students were chattering on their way home, and the expressions on the faces of the commuters seemed much more relaxed.
Liu Xingquan has always lived like this.It will continue like this in the future.
The stories in the animation are all deceptive. The reality is that he has to study hard in order to make a name for himself in the future.
Such a bland real life, although a bit boring, is extremely stable.Next, you just need to study hard step by step, get admitted to a key high school, and then get admitted to a first-class university that ranks among the best in the country.After entering the society, he must be able to become a successful person like his good friend's father.
Friends father?Liu Xingquan was taken aback, which friend?His good friend is Cui Zhizhi, but he doesn't seem to be targeting Cui Zhizhi's father.
The thought for a moment was suddenly interrupted.
What am I thinking?Liu Xingquan scratched his hair, could it be that he really didn't sleep well and his memory deteriorated?
Before he knew it, he had already walked back to the community.
"Xiaoquan, you are back from school." The aunt in the community said to him with a smile, "I saw that your dad also came back from get off work earlier."
"My dad?" His heart stopped suddenly at that moment, and he stopped walking.
"Yes."
He ran forward quickly, three steps turned into two steps and rushed up the stairs. When he stood at the door of the house, there was the sound of cooking from inside the door, and he smelled the smell of meat and oily smoke.
His father has a special dish, stir-fried eggplant with pork belly, which is also one of Liu Xingquan's favorite dishes.This taste is the dish in his memory.
Like a child afraid of making mistakes, he held the key and hesitated to open the door.There was a constant sound of crackling cooking inside the door.He stood there dawdling for a while.
The neighbor next door opened the door when he heard the noise, gave him a strange look, and closed the door again.
This is the most familiar scene in the past, what is he hesitating about?
Liu Xingquan calmed down and turned the key.
……
The door opened.
That was his permanent home.
His father was cooking with his back turned to him in the fumes, "Koizumi, you're back."
"..."
"Go and do your homework. Dad bought you pork belly today." My father said, "We will have stewed eggplant with pork belly for dinner."
He walked to his father silently, and his father was still concentrating on cooking.Under his most familiar profile, his shoulders are as broad as in memory, and there are wrinkles at the corners of his eyes, but they are still full of vitality.
This is his father.
"Give me some sugar," said the father.
"..."
"Sugar." Father repeated, and when he saw no response, he turned his head and looked at him strangely, "Koizumi?"
"Okay." Liu Xingquan quickly reached out and took down the sugar bowl and handed it to his father.
Father scooped a spoonful of sugar and sprinkled it into the pot, and the iron pot exuded a tempting aroma. "Koizumi, what's wrong with you? You're absent-minded with a sullen face."
"fine."
"Oh." His father picked up the shovel and stirred it a few times, "Did something happen at school?"
"It's all right."
"Then why are you sticking it here?" Father put the lid on the pot and turned to look at him.
"..." Liu Xingquan rubbed his nose embarrassedly, "Dad, I just want to see you."
His father looked at him inexplicably, "Did you take the wrong medicine? Go do your homework if you have nothing to do."
"Okay." Liu Xingquan took a rag and wiped the splashed oil on the surface, "Can you help me?"
"You don't need to get in the way here." My father asked suspiciously, "Did you fail some exam or do something, the teacher wants me to go to school?"
"No." Liu Xingquan took another deep look at his father, and left the kitchen embarrassingly.
When he came to his bedroom, he sat down at the desk and took out his homework. Most of the homework had been completed in advance during the break.But according to his regular plan, he will do a set of model test papers next, and he must remain at the top of the grade in the next test. Gu Yu and Cui Zhizhi from class 1 are very fierce competitors, he can't relax a bit.
Because this is reality.
This is his life.
Their family is intact and living together happily.
Some vague fantasies are nothing but fantastic dreams.
As an ordinary student, he can only face reality and keep his feet on the ground.
Spreading out the paper, he settled down and just wrote two questions when the bedroom door was pushed open.His father stood behind him with a spatula in his hand and said, "Koizumi, I still think you are weird today. You were bullied at school? Don't be afraid, there is a dad!"
"Dad, I'm fine!" Liu Xingquan said with a smile.
"That's good." The father looked at him, "Xiaoquan, our family's conditions are not good, but you have always been a motivated child. Dad knows that you work hard and are very sensible. Dad can see that you must have something on your mind. I just I want to say, no matter what you encounter, Dad hopes that you will not do things that you regret."
"..."
"It's rare to see you so absent-minded, so Dad will mention it." Father smiled, raised his eyes to look out of the window in front of the desk, and said with a surprised face: "This is... a bird?"
Liu Xingquan raised his head.
There are birds flying by the window.One bird, two birds, three birds, flocks of birds, like a rush of gorgeous wind.
The father and son stared intently at the flock of birds that suddenly fell from the sky in front of them.
A green-winged bird landed on the balcony of his house. It bounced, tilted its head to look at its audience, and then jumped directly onto the window sill.
"What a beautiful bird," said the father.
Liu Xingquan stared straight at the green-winged bird on the window sill. Its head was chestnut brown with white feathers, its wings were beautiful and fine olive green, its beak was as dark as obsidian, and its pair of pearl-like brown eyes was looking at him, stern and sad.
It said a word to him.
A word that made him tremble.
Then, the green-winged bird spread its wings and flew towards the endless sky.
At some point, he also experienced such a scene.
"Where's mom?" He took a breath and asked in a low voice.
"Huh?" said the father, "Your mother is out of town, have you forgotten?"
No, it shouldn't be like this.
He stood up abruptly and rushed to the door.
"Koizumi?" His father looked at him suspiciously, "Where are you going? Have dinner soon?"
"Dad, you just said not to do anything you regret." Liu Xingquan said in a low voice, "So, I have to go out now."
"Oh."
"dad."
"Ok?"
"I'm really glad to see you home."
"What inexplicable stupid things are you talking about?" the father said, "You can't go out to get the courier, right?" He lowered his head in surprise, and Liu Xingquan hugged him tightly, "What are you doing, kid?"
He looked up greedily at his father one last time, then rushed to the door.
"Come back early for dinner!"
"Ok!"
The flock of birds was still flying in the sky, and amidst the chirping of birds one after another, he ran forward quickly.
The surrounding street scene is the one he is most familiar with, but it is completely different from his memory.
Turn back down the street and walk about 50 meters and Mama's Wonton Shop is next to the bakery.At this point, it should already be full of customers.
……
He stopped.
On the left is a bakery and on the right is a fruit shop.And there is a sign hanging on it in the middle - Xiaofen Snack Supermarket.
No sign of any wonton shop.
That "Qingquan" wonton shop seems to have never existed.
Liu Xingquan took a painful breath, and he ran forward with all his might.
The wind whistled in his ears, and the green-winged birds flew over his head as he ran across the street.
All the inconsistent fragments danced in the sea of his consciousness like a changing spider web, and he seemed to wake up suddenly from a psychedelic dream.
He thought of the day when he was brought to his home by his father for the first time, he thought of the toy bridge he built with him that day, he thought of his happy laughter, he thought of his sparkling eyes after pranks, He remembered the moment of ecstasy when he heard his voice in that silver-white giant body that day, and he remembered that he sat on that starship and watched that blue planet gradually go away, it was like a dewdrop, slowly Slowly getting smaller, he thought of the stars and night in the Xiyiqi starry sky.Familiar streets stretch before his eyes, but none of this is the real world to him.
He mentally read his friend's name.
Ahead, there was something connected to his reality.
He ran into the pedestrian street and stopped in front of the snack bar.
The chicken stared at him from the coop.
All memories come alive, and his words are the key to the seal.
"I'm here to pick you up!!" Liu Xingquan shouted.
At that moment, the rules of the world were broken.The chicken coop was shattered in an instant, and the chicken jumped up flapping its wings. It flew in front of Liu Xingquan, and said to him, "Very good, you are out of your self-circulation. Now I can move freely at last."
Liu Xingquan reached out and hugged it.
The chicken asked him, "Have you got all your memories back?"
Liu Xingquan said: "I remembered, you are Yan Zhen's chicken!".
"It's Captain Madara!" the chicken said angrily.
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