My girlfriend is from the future!

"'Lead singer', your three personalities are the same as the 'writer' personality that was separated from the 'boy' personality in order to cope with social life. Your 'lead singer' personality was born to cope with public occasions that writers are not good at. According to the writer's later oral statement, the lead singer comes from his novel, but... this novel has no entity, it only exists in the author's memory, and this personality seems to be one of the roles that your boy personality hopes to play in society. His first appearance was in this bar singing performance..."

September 2030, 9, Butterfly Psychological Clinic, Zhuguang Lane.

In the evening, He Tianran listened to Yu Naoqiu's narration. He no longer had the heart to look through the records. He looked a little lost and didn't seem to have listened to the other party's supplement, but this did not prevent the woman from continuing to speak:

"Whether it's the height and appearance described by the 'author', or the behavior and character displayed when this personality takes the lead, the psychological portrait of the 'lead singer' is the closest to you, Tianran. But unlike you, his emotional color is more sentimental, especially... when he is with Wen Liang, this emotional color will reach its peak. To put it in an extreme but current way -

Unconditional love. "

He Tianran, who was originally looking downcast, had a strange look in his eyes after hearing this. He slowly raised his eyes. After Yu Naoqiu noticed this, he asked tentatively:

"The 'lead singer' will satisfy all of Miss Wen's material and spiritual needs. It seems that if she is satisfied, the 'lead singer' will also be temporarily satisfied, so that the other personality can take over the body. This behavior seems to be an instinct of his, rather than a 'preference' or 'pampering' in the popular sense.

Brother Tianran, do you have any idea about this?"

He Tianran looked confused. "Did my other personalities... give any answers? Wasn't the 'lead singer' born from the pen of the 'writer'? Didn't the 'writer' talk to you about it?"

Yu Naoqiu looked at him and shook his head. "There is no accurate answer. Brother Tianran, you should know that there is no clear conclusion in the academic community to explain the symptom of personality dissociation. We can only learn from the individual's experience and behavior..."

"How did the child come from?"

He Tianran ignored these overly lengthy explanations. These were not what he wanted to know most at the moment. He was still stuck in the situation where those two sentences were like a bolt of lightning to him.

Breaking up with Cao Aiqing, and the fact that he was about to become a father...

"Brother Tianran, you still don't understand? Why did I mention the personality trait of 'lead singer'..."

Yu Naoqiu hesitated to speak. He Tianran's throat was dry and he uttered an answer that was very difficult for him, but not difficult to guess:
"You mean... warm... cool...?"

He almost instantly remembered everything that happened at Wen Liang's house that day. If that scene happened again, he was not sure whether his other personality in Yu Naoqiu's mouth would make the same choice as him.

Seeing Yu Naoqiu's silence, He Tianran, who almost agreed with Yu Naoqiu's words, asked again:
"She... has... my child?"

……

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"If the child is a boy, I will name him Yingxiong, Xue Yingxiong..."

The day after singing and performing with Wen Liang in the pub, He Tianran received a call during the day. The caller was somewhat unexpected to him: Xue Yong.

This high school bully who had bullied him a lot in the "writer" personality memory is now his good brother, He Tianran, and this time he brought good news: his girlfriend Bai Tingting is pregnant.

The two met in a private room in the Shanhai Company's cafeteria, a place that was private enough to talk business but not very suitable for emotional exchange with friends.

But Xue Yong, who was in a very good mood, didn't care about these. He specially brought a bottle of rice wine with him today.

"I never thought that the campus bully would name his son Hero."

He Tianran slowly picked up a piece of dried bamboo shoots and put it into his mouth to chew. The dish seemed a bit old. He chewed it twice and found something wrong, so he spat it into his palm and threw it into the trash can at his feet. Xue Yong did not notice the hidden irony in the mouth of this "close friend" and was complacent:
"What's that? How does the saying go... Yes, I'm a bastard hero, right! I'm called a hero! Tsk, tsk, tsk, what do you think?"

Xue Yong raised his glass as he got excited.

In the culture of Lingnan, rice wine is served in red wine glasses, which symbolizes good luck and happiness.

He Tianran glanced at him sideways, but without spoiling the fun, he raised his glass and clinked it with his, asking back:

"What if it's a woman?"

"Women can also be called heroes! No, uh... we can also call them heroines..."

He Tianran was amused by this eccentric reservist father.

Compared to He Tianran who only tasted a little, Xue Yong raised his head and finished the wine in the glass, then happily filled his own glass, saying as he poured:
"But a girl's name should be carefully considered. What do you think, great director? Do you have any inspiration to give her a name? You are more professional than me in this regard."

"……I?"

He Tianran was a little surprised.

Xue Yong took it for granted, "Yes, who else could it be besides you? You and Ai Qing are going to be godparents for our child. Didn't our two families agree on this a few years ago? And Tingting gave a death order today. Otherwise, do you think I could bring wine to see you today?"

The man slowly put down the wine, silent.

Looking at his expression, Xue Yong knew that he was stumped by a name, but it was definitely not because of his child's name, but because of another name mentioned in his words.

"You and Ai Qing..."

"no problem."

He Tianran raised his glass again, and this time, he drank it all in one gulp.

Xue Yong looked at the throat moving constantly, and it seemed that he had lost interest in drinking. "Since there is no problem... there are some things that I, as your brother, will ask a few more questions, just as a topic of conversation after drinking..."

"You said."

"That's not what I wanted to ask..." Xue Yong put on a layer of armor first, then made an excuse, "This morning, Tingting was checking her phone and saw you and... Wen Liang singing at the Bund, right? I don't mean anything else, I thought you sang very well... Be that as it may, you two are quite popular and made quite a big fuss. There are all kinds of things said online. Some say that you and Wen Liang have been secretly dating for a long time, and some say it was to warm up for some dating show. Anyway, I have no idea.

Then Tingting asked me if Ai Qing knew about this. I said of course he knew. How could I not know what my brother was like? When Ai Qing was abroad, even if you went out for a drink, the Luohan Bureau had to report it via video. He must have known about this..."

"Didn't the company's public relations department refute the rumor at noon? He was discussing business over there last night and was just in the mood. The director of the crew was also there."

He Tianran rubbed his brows. Xue Yong smiled and said:
"That's what I said. Really, I don't know why these women are so gossipy..."

He paused, then said seriously: "But brother, just say what you want to say. Whether it's Sister Liang or Ai Qing...these two are not easy to deal with. Ordinary people really can't walk this tightrope..."

He Tianran glared, but Xue Yong acted as if he didn't see it and patted his shoulder with his big hand:
"Don't look down on me. I know my brother is not an ordinary man, but as the saying goes, if you walk by the river often, you will get your feet wet. Since ancient times, there have been many heroes who got their eyes pecked by geese and their hearts lost by flowers. Past experience is a lesson for the future. Let's take a step back and say that even if nothing happens now, if you give birth to a son in the future and the truth is revealed, you and your daughter have one life. Be careful that the child will not recognize you as his father."

He Tianran brushed his hand away and said teasingly:

"Xue Yong, I didn't realize how good your Chinese grades were when you were in school. How come you can speak idioms and allusions so easily now?"

"Tsk~ I hit you right? You're so angry, aren't you? I'm a teacher, okay! If it weren't for our relationship, I would not only say dirty words, but also say dirty words directly!"

Xue Yong filled the glasses in front of the two people, still complaining:
"Oh, how could I not know what you meant to Sister Liang? Haven't I helped you hide enough? I just think that this time, my buddy was really... a little... too... open and bold. People like me know that such things have to be done secretly, not to mention that I have given up long ago. You two, on the other hand, are you afraid that others don't know?"

"That kind of thing has to be done behind the scenes, and quietly."

He Tianran asked knowingly, and Xue Yong also got angry:
"Don't play dumb in front of me. Let me ask you, how long has it been since you last saw Ai Qing?"

He Tianran raised his eyebrows: "Do you know her current situation?"

Xue Yongqi laughed, and finally cursed in Cantonese: "I'm talking to you about this because we are brothers. Tingting and Ai Qing are best friends. Do you think they won't talk about this? Hiss~ What's wrong with you today? You idiot~"

"I...will go see her."

"When?"

"tomorrow."

"Why not today?"

He Tianran then looked at Xue Yong with a look of madness, emphasizing each word:
"Because tomorrow is the weekend, I usually have to go to work."

"Ah... um... yes, that's right, busy man."

Xue Yong drank another glass to cover up the embarrassment after asking a stupid question. Finally, he couldn't help but ramble:
"Didn't I say that? Tianran, think about it carefully. When Ai Qing was studying abroad, you would make long phone calls and send videos to prove your loyalty. Now that she's back and you're finally together, you've relaxed a lot and started to play tricks. What's the matter? Things that you can't get are always the best, right? If I were a girl, I would have made a fuss with you a long time ago. Fortunately, Ai Qing is well-mannered and can keep calm. As for you... when you see her tomorrow, don't go empty-handed. Buy her a bag and bring it with you. Bags can cure all diseases, right..."

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The next day, a sunny weekend, Nanzhi Island Pier.

He Tianran walked out of the ferry carrying a brand bag with the words "Hermes paris" in her hand.

He still followed the advice of Xue Yong, or rather Bai Tingting who remotely controlled the situation via mobile phone, and did not come empty-handed.

During the period, the lovers vowed that no woman could refuse such a gift. It was hard to say whether Bai Tingting was taking the opportunity to pressure Xue Yong.

The value of this bag is indeed worthy of this evaluation, enough to buy the two motorcycles that Wen Liang rode that day.

But when He Tianran held the item in his hand, he was still very nervous, because he didn't think that a luxury item materialized from a string of numbers could please a goddess...

What is Cao Aiqing?

It is the timidity of the "boy", the omission of the "writer", and the muteness of the "lead singer"...

Therefore, apart from He Tianran's main personality, no other personality has ever received the favor of the goddess.

So, I hope she can also have a worldly side...

This is the only thought in the man's mind now.

Passengers on the ferry passed by the well-dressed man one after another. Finally, the indigenous people of the island drove a flock of chickens and ducks, and they made a lot of noise in front of his shiny leather shoes, leaving a mess of feces on the ground.

In front of the huge pier was an isolated island, and no one came to greet him.

The message I sent to Cao Aiqing yesterday about going to the island today also fell into oblivion.

After the man was nervous, he felt lost. After the loss, he seemed to be relieved. He finally took a step forward and suddenly felt the joy of walking to the guillotine. (End of this chapter)