After the subconscious choice.
When Zhang Feng looked at a traffic lane wall a hundred meters away, he suddenly felt a strong distortion, as if it ’flashed’ right in front of him.
The violent fluctuation of his vision and the resulting strangeness made Zhang Feng instinctively get up from his seat and step back half a step to avoid the wall hitting his face.
"What’s wrong, old man?"
A few nearby passengers looked at Zhang Feng curiously when they saw him suddenly stand up.
Zhang Feng shook his head, and when he looked again at the connection of the train car in front, he also had a feeling that it suddenly flashed before his eyes.
But this time, being mentally prepared, Zhang Feng stood firm and found it quite amusing.
Because when he didn’t ’look closely’ at it, it suddenly reappeared at its original connection point.
Then, when he did ’look closely’ at it, it magically appeared right in front of him again.
Zhang Feng felt quite good and sensed that his eyes seemed ’changed,’ or perhaps evolved systematically.
Like being able to see at night.
But that was relatively gentle, whereas this at first was somewhat ’frightening.’
’This systematic feature could potentially combine with the commander’s hat, forming a synergy.’
Zhang Feng then nostalgically thought of his hat,
’With a 1.5 visual correction, plus this magnified viewing distance, and considering my own reasonable visual range,
then with all these combined, I can accurately regard any object within five kilometers as a "close-up view."
As he sat back down, Zhang Feng pondered,
’Among these, this "close-up view" is incredibly formidable.
Like the world’s best sniper who can shoot an enemy from 3,000 meters away.
But if he aimed at me now, he’d still need a scope.
Whereas I could see the sweat on his face, and the force exertion of the gun and his hands at a glance.
In theory, as long as I can see him the moment he fires, with my speed, I can not only easily dodge the sniper shot but also catch him in no time.
Moreover, now with the enhancement, some distant, subtle dangers, those hard-to-detect dangers, I can quickly become aware of too.’
As Zhang Feng contemplated, he felt this enhancement was quite outrageous.
Returning to the edge of the long-lost village.
Zhang Feng stood at the cemented entrance of the village, looking afar, somewhat in disbelief.
Because many small buildings had been erected here, with specially paved cement roads.
However, when he left, this area was still struggling and impoverished, with nothing but terrible dirt roads everywhere.
The villagers’ houses were old-style brick and tile structures, or even thatched, earthen tile houses.
It was the first time Zhang Feng had experienced such a significant transformation in a residential area.
The sense of shock and strangeness made the place feel unfamiliar, yet awkwardly nostalgic, and emotional.
Zhang Feng had never gone through this feeling before, not even in the realm of Tank Commander World.
There, after all, everything changed with the times, and everything he was familiar with basically progressed with the era.
But this home, this hometown, had been left for over thirty years.
At this moment, the sounds of playful children came from not far away.
Zhang Feng looked over to see a few five or six-year-old children. Content originally comes from NoveI-Fire.ɴet
He reached a hand into his pocket,
Zhang Feng walked over and took out a few candies.
Zhang Feng looked at the curious children staring at him,
"Answer a few questions for Grandpa, and these candies are yours."
The children did not answer, but instead were wary of Zhang Feng.
This high alertness was clearly something instilled by their literate sister.
But then, Zhang Feng thought that perhaps his mandarin seemed out of place here, which might be why he seemed strange.
So, Zhang Feng repeated his questions in his hometown dialect.
They heard the familiar hometown language.
One of the slightly older children curiously asked Zhang Feng, "Where did you come from? Why do you speak our language? We’ve never seen you in the village."
’Left home when young, returned as an old man?’ Hearing them utter this, Zhang Feng suddenly remembered a poem.
His current appearance was quite fitting, having left as a middle-aged man, now returning after decades, hair gone gray.
At the same time, a mid-range sedan was driving out of the village, operated by two young adults.
Zhang Feng did not know where his current home was, nor where Pingping was, and seeing the children being cautious of him, he stood slightly in the road to stop the car.
He planned to ask these older ones some questions.
The car stopped five meters in front of Zhang Feng.
From the driver’s seat, a young man in his twenties poked his head out, curiously asking Zhang Feng, "Uncle, what are you doing?"
"I’ve been away for too many years, and I don’t know where the old house is," Zhang Feng said with a smile, "I’m trying to find out if Village Chief Zhao is still here? Is Pingping here?
"You know my great uncle?" The young man in the passenger seat, hearing that Zhang Feng knew the village chief, immediately poked his head out as well, "Who are you?"
"Zhang Feng." Zhang Feng pointed to the far east, "The medicine fields over at Haozi Ditch, those are my fields."
"Zhang Feng?" He hesitated for a few seconds, then tentatively asked, "Are you the Great Uncle of the Zhang family?"
"Uncle Zhang?" At this moment, the rear car door opened, and a man in his fifties stepped out.
He was dressed in a suit, with a somewhat corporate demeanor.
Most of the herbal fields in the village were contracted and bought by him, then sold to help his fellow villagers.
Zhang Feng took one look at him, felt a sense of familiarity, and knew who he was, but had forgotten his name.
"Uncle Zhang, it’s me!" he exclaimed excitedly upon seeing Zhang Feng,
"I’m Tian Wa Zi! Tian Wa Zi!