I Will Rewrite Your Fate

The elementary school is not too close to the house, but for an elementary school student, it is still nearly an hour away.

Generally speaking, this will be late.

But for Xie Ming, there is no such worry.

For one thing, his habit since he was young is to advance things by half an hour. So even if he really walks over, he can step on a spot to enter the school.

Another one is to talk about his ability: Rewrite.

In elementary school, boys who run fast are liked. In junior high school, boys who can fight are liked. In high school, boys who study well will be liked.

If it is all done and no one likes it yet, it is probably too ugly.

Cough... I feel hurt.

But no one likes Xie Ming, the main reason is that he reversed the order.

When I was in elementary school, I ran fast and fought again, when I was in junior high school, I just fought, and when I was in high school, I picked up my textbooks and studied hard, but the foundation has fallen.

Because in elementary school, in order to love vanity, Xie Ming used the Rewrite ability to change his physical fitness.

For the first time, it was to modify the legs and physical strength.

So although he is still young, there is no problem in shortening the one-hour journey of elementary school students to half an hour.

The final key lies in Xie Ming's own mentality.

Even if he understands that everything here is false, it is an illusion world that has been extracted from the deepest part of his memory and restored, he wants to continue walking around.

The cultural gene of homesickness is deeply embedded in the bones of every Chinese person. Unless this cultural gene is replaced by pollution by other cultures, people who leave their homes will want to go home and have a look.

Although Xie Ming didn't have such a strong idea, the opportunity was rare. He also wanted to take a good look at what this city looked like in his memory.

As for the summary along the way, Xie Ming's evaluation is: fair.

Except for the trees on both sides of the road that overlapped with shade, Xie Ming really couldn't find any special place.

The familiar smelly water ditch still exudes a peculiar smell. The electric cars sent by parents to their children pass by one after another, as well as the cars and buses that honked the horns at some scurrying electric cars....

In summary, it can be described in one word, chaos.

"I see..."

In fact, this early morning, it is impossible to have such a chaotic situation. But after all, this is an illusion reshaped by Xie Ming's memory, so the composition will naturally be dominated by Xie Ming's impression.

And Xie Ming's impression of his hometown is indeed chaotic.

In this way, Xie Ming finally came to the school gate. It's just that he didn't go in directly, but walked past the school to the breakfast shop at the entrance of the alley next to it.

I randomly found a table to sit down in a shop that was almost full of students, and shouted to the busy people.

"Auntie, have a bowl of noodle soup."

"okay!"

Regarding Xie Ming's position, the aunt of the breakfast shop responded and said to her husband who was busy in the kitchen: "A bowl of noodle soup!"

Then, I continued to clean up the dishes and chopsticks to wipe the table.

The table, as in memory, seemed to be covered with oil. In the middle of the table is a cylinder with a pile of disposable chopsticks, and next to it is a yellow lantern pepper with a fly on the lid.

And because almost all Xie Ming’s schoolmates came to eat at this point, the whole shop seemed extremely noisy.

"Let me tell you that I practiced Lightning Strike yesterday and can already hit the 10th!"

"My grass, really? Hurry up and play!"

"Are you SB, how do you play here!? Wait until you enter the school."

"Hey, did you write your homework?"

"It's written, what's the matter?"

"Take it out, I didn't move a word! Just take advantage of this time to copy something for me."

"Don't copy it all, it will be discovered by the teacher..."

"I know, I know!"

"..."

Even if you didn't listen to it specifically, these chats full of childishness and some swear words still got into Xie Ming's mind one after another. How to put it, the speech indeed fits the three words of elementary school students.

"Come on, powder soup."

"Thank you auntie, this is money"

"?You're welcome."

Looking at Xie Ming strangely, he put the three dollars he handed out into Kabuto in the apron, and the aunt went to work again.

"call....."

I boiled the broth in a big iron pot for a whole night, soaked with snow white to some crystal pho. On the surface of the broth, there are scallion oil, chopped green onion, greens, and sauerkraut.

The marinated and cooked lean meat is mixed in the pho, and a few red sea prawns and opened sand clams are randomly scattered around the bowl.

The taste is a familiar taste.

"This... is really the taste in memory."

After taking out a pair of disposable chopsticks from the cylinder and opening them, Xie Ming first picked up the spoon leaning against the edge of the bowl and took a sip of the soup.

"..."

Close his eyes slightly, Xie Ming took another sip.

The taste is not as good as he thought. The taste of his own seafood broth has surpassed this.

The soup is not only slightly salty, but the freshness inside is not so strong.

But... it is indeed the taste in my memory.

The sea prawns and sand clams are very clean, although they are not as good as the high-end ingredients that I have eaten, but they are very fresh. You can eat these ingredients, the shop owner got up early in the morning and bought them at the wharf market.

The chopped green onion is very finely chopped, the sauerkraut tastes good, and the pho with broth and scallion oil tastes very smooth.

"call......."

He opened his eyes again, and he had eaten a bowl of Pho. But Xie Ming's eyes were a bit flushed.

He thought... he had no homesickness, but he was wrong.

Homesickness is not just about missing home. Instead, I miss every inch of land and every green shade in my hometown.

Even if it's a smelly ditch with a peculiar smell, even a noisy crowded street, or even an American scythe that died on the side of the road... Oh, let's forget it.

For Xie Ming, his homesickness...I am afraid that although this bowl of cooking is rough, it can be seen by the owner's careful noodle soup.

This is an illusion, everything is false. But what can be brought about by this false thing, is it really only false?

no.

At least for Xie Ming, this bowl of noodle soup is real. Because this is the best delicacy that he can't restore no matter how hard he racks his brains.

The people regard food as their heaven, but everyone has their own best dishes in their hearts.

Is there nothing better than it?

no.

It's just that when you eat that dish, the atmosphere you are in, the thoughts and feelings in your heart, and the feelings can never be replaced by anything.

Food, just food. But after being entrusted with feelings, it became a unique thing for this person.

Even if it is the same chef, the same method, the same material, and the food that is made again, it is no longer the same impression at the time.

Humans are really hypocritical creatures.

Gently put down the chopsticks, Xie Ming said softly.

"This is the most delicious breakfast I have ever had."

"thanks for treatment."

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