i was my mistake

Even in her memory, there was no real reason why her mother had the operation.

All I know is that one day she felt unwell, and then she went to the hospital, and then never came out again...

I asked my father about some things, and he only said that it was a minor problem that was nothing serious.

Wan Qing also thought about it carefully, but it was a thing of the past after all, no matter how much she thought about it, it was meaningless.

"You two, have you had breakfast? Shall I go buy some for you?"

"Oh, no, Dad, we've eaten."

"It's okay, let's eat some more. You stay here with your mother. I'll go buy some more. What do you want to eat with buns and pancakes?"

"Uh... how about pancakes?"

Wan Qing raised her head slightly, her eyes fell on her father, the expression on her face was so heavy that it was scary: "...anything is fine."

"Little girl, don't be intimidated by that kid Ye Chen, Auntie just had a minor operation, nothing happened."

"No... I'm just." Wan Qing was quick to think, "I'm a little nervous."

……

(two)

Ye Chen and Wan Qing stayed in the hospital for a whole day, and with a successor, my father was finally able to take the time to go back and have a good rest. In the evening, he came over and 'bombed' the two of them away.

"Okay, okay, go home, I'll be fine at night, you all go home and sleep well."

He smiled like this.

But Wan Qing saw some worry in his eyes.

Maybe it's just her illusion.

It was early morning when I came, and it was evening when I went back. The time of this day passed quickly.

—Although the two of them hardly did anything.

Wan Qing didn't even have a few words with her mother whom she missed so often, it was almost Ye Chen who was talking.

Maybe there is too much to say, so there is nothing to say.

She stood at the door of the hospital, looking at the sunset that looked hazy because of the heavy smoke from the factory. The cold wind blew past her, picking up the dust on the leaves of flower beds and shrubs.

In the rolling river of history, every ordinary person is as insignificant as these dust.

Even if you try to cling to something, you will be carried away by a breeze.

Too small, too powerless...

But she can definitely reverse those bad futures.

She clenched her fists tightly, and Ye Chen, who was riding a bicycle, leaned beside her curiously: "What's wrong? Aren't you going to get in the car?"

"Huh? Uh... let's go."

"Speaking of which, my parents didn't find out that my clothes are newly bought." Ye Chen smiled and started the topic, "Perhaps the style is more common?"

"I have something on my mind."

When Wan Qing said these words, she suddenly felt as if she had grasped something, and was slightly taken aback.

"That's right. After all, I just finished the operation, so I'm still a little worried."

"No, no."

"What's the matter?"

The aura that Wan Qing tried so hard to catch flew away.

She shook her head helplessly, and cast a sideways glance at Ye Chen: "Don't interrupt my thoughts, okay, forget it, I can't remember, let's go, go home."

"Uh... back to my house?"

"Go back to my house." Wan Qing said lightly.

"Oh...yes, my clothes are still with you..."

"Just stay at my house for the time being."

"what?"

"In case you do anything beyond my control."

"You make me sound like a prisoner..." Ye Chen curled his lips.

"Also, help me clean up."

"Huh? Should this be something men do?"

"Don't you think I'm a woman?"

"...At least it seems so."

"But I'm older than you, so you should work. Besides, in the future, women will not work."

"...does that make sense?"

"do not have it?"

"Okay, okay...can I help you clean it?" Ye Chen's tone was a little helpless, but there was a smile on his face, vaguely, it seemed that the sunset shrouded in gray mist was no longer so hazy.

……

(three)

The street lights at night are just beginning to come on.

The city with not so much light is a little strange to Wan Qing.

In a small shop by the side of the road, a man was haggling over the price: "Okay, three hundred and five, I'll buy it!"

"Brother, this is a new pager. I don't even pay enough to buy it. In this way, I sell you at cost price, and treat it as a friend, okay? Four hundred and two."

"Too expensive, too expensive."

"Brother, this is not bargaining for clothes. We all have clearly marked prices. You bought it for four hundred and two. Leather bags and chains are all given to you as gifts!"

"...That's fine."

Turning this corner, there is another bustling commercial street.

The store always seems to be fully stocked.

Wan Qing's eyes fell on those black and white TVs and color TVs, these things are also the most attractive to passers-by.

There are even children who stop here to watch the programs played on the TV.

A strong smell of cumin wafted from the stalls selling mutton skewers on the roadside, and the tall man with blue eyes fanned the wind gently with a fan so that the smell could waft further afield.

Ye Chen, who hadn't eaten dinner, couldn't help rubbing his nose.

"smell good……"

"Buy a sweet potato to fill your stomach."

"Uh... I mean lamb skewers."

"I know, but that's too expensive." Wan Qing touched her pocket, "I don't have much money left, and I still need to live."

"Ah, yes, doesn't your house have a kitchen? Why don't you buy some food and cook at home?"

"You can do it?" She squinted at him.

"Don't you?"

"Why should I?"

"...Then how do you live?"

"takeout."

"Takeout?" Although this term already exists in this era, Ye Chen always feels that she and he think of something different.

"Well, if you want to explain, you have to start from the beginning, let's talk about it later." Wan Qing shook her head, "However, I can still do a little bit."

"...Really?" Ye Chen suspected that she was trying to be brave.

"Brat, of course I have a certain ability to survive, so don't underestimate me." Wan Qing narrowed her eyes and looked at the vegetable market across the street, "Come on, let's go shopping."

"no problem?"

"Do not worry."

……

(four)

The kitchen in the apartment is not big.

Or rather small.

It's just barely setting aside a space to serve as a kitchen.

But it's better than nothing, at least I can cook some side dishes.

Although the kitchen is small, it is at least equipped with a cabinet-type range hood that is very advanced in this era. After closing the door, it will not be choked to death by the lampblack inside.

"Whoa-!"

The stir frying sound is loud enough.

Ye Chen seemed to be able to imagine that the sizzling meat was slowly turning golden in the pot.

I heard that it is to make a dish of fried pork with chili, plus a plate of hot and sour potato shreds.

Soup is tofu soup.

Although the waiting time was a bit long, the three dishes finally arrived.

"Uh..." He suddenly fell silent.

The pepper in the chili fried pork has shrunk by more than half, the meat has become dry and woody, and the fat seems to have melted away.

The tofu soup seems to be too thick, like glue.

Only the shredded potatoes looked okay.

But Ye Chen took a bite, only to find that there was only a spicy taste but no sour taste.

Not at all 'hot and sour' shredded potatoes.

"Well, it's okay."

"It's...not bad." Ye Chen gave a reluctant answer, "At least it's edible."

"Don't pick and choose, isn't it delicious?" Wan Qing picked up a piece of meat and put it in a bowl, "It's only delicious if it's made of firewood like this."

"is it?"

"Well, what's so delicious about fatty meat? After burning like this, the fat meat is also very chewy."

"It's too chewy..." Ye Chen bared his teeth, feeling like he was biting a rubber band.

"Choose and choose, why don't you make it for me?"

Ye Chen blinked, the chopsticks were hanging in the air, and after a long silence, he couldn't help asking: "...Are you really the future me? Isn't it my future mother?"

"Your mother will be dead in the future."

This may sound like an insult, but it is a statement of fact.

"I'm just making an analogy... Speaking of which, don't you remember, my mother always likes to say that about me."

"……Um."

"I decided from an early age that I didn't want to grow up to be someone like my mother who didn't like to admit my mistakes."

"..." Wan Qing always felt that she was scolding herself in a roundabout way. She raised her head calmly and raised her eyebrows, "Why didn't I admit my mistake? Aren't you my mistake?"

……

10. Night market