i was my mistake

Ye Chen instinctively felt that something was wrong, and before she had time to think about it, Wan Qing had already reacted.

"Ah, Mom... In your world, Ye Chen is a boy?"

"No, it's a girl."

"Then how do you..."

"My memory of this incident has always been very clear. When Ye Chen was five or six years old, I clearly remembered that he was a boy, but suddenly one day, he turned into a girl, and everyone around him said She is a girl, including all the documents, it is proved like this, it seems that my memory is wrong."

"Maybe time is not a domino, everything is going on at the same time..." Wan Qing muttered to herself, her mind was in a mess. Although she had read a lot of science fiction, she couldn't stand after encountering these things. From the perspective of God, she only felt that these things were so complicated.

"In the future, she also said that Ye Chen is a boy, so I think, maybe, you still retain the memory of being a boy."

"I don't have the memory of being a girl at all, and it was in the last few days." Ye Chen scratched his long hair blankly, "Ah... Speaking of which, can I talk to another girl's me?" ?”

"Farewell, the less people participate in the change, the more stable it will be." Wan Qing wiped away her tears with the back of her hand, and stopped her curiosity, "Don't always do things so naively."

"cut……"

At this moment, the voice on the phone seemed to be fading away.

The mother's voice could be vaguely heard, but it became more and more indistinct.

until nothing can be heard.

The phone turned into a busy tone of 'beep'.

"What's going on, why did mom die?" Ye Chen looked at Wan Qing in a panic, but found that her attention was not here at all.

She was staring at the moonlight receding like a tide, looking at the clouds covering the moon like a veil, thinking: "...the signal is not good."

"what?"

"It shows that our connection with the past is not stable. Maybe it will be the same as the phone call from my father before, and those 'cracks' will be slowly closed."

"Then, can we still hear my mother's voice?"

"Maybe there is still a chance."

Ye Chen was silent, and slowly put the phone on the landline.

Her legs were spread apart, clinging to the slightly cold tile floor, she gently pinched the corners of her eyes, and looked up at Wan Qing: "...I miss my mother..."

"Didn't we just talk about it?"

"...Can I contact you again in the future?"

Wan Qing sighed, and swallowed many words: "Yes."

"Really? How do you know?"

"I said yes." She stood up angrily, and dragged Ye Chen up by the way, "You are evil... Forget it, go to sleep."

"Sometimes, if you lose it, you lose it. The most fearful thing is to get it again for a short time, and then lose it immediately-I would rather this phone call never came."

"I didn't realize that you have a bit of a talent for being a philosopher, and occasionally you can say a few philosophical words from your mouth?" Wan Qing joked slightly, "What's the matter, this is depressed , sentimental?"

"You didn't cry just now, don't think I don't know."

"I just cooperated with you."

"Pooh."

"Huh? Are you so arrogant? Now, do you still want to—"

"Stop stop, I was wrong, I was wrong, I surrender!"

"Spineless, at least give it a try before surrendering."

"It would be embarrassing if I made you cry, just like a child made his uncle cry. If an adult comes to ask, how should the child answer?"

"...What do you mean kid?"

"Hmm~ I didn't say anything~" Ye Chen, who couldn't whistle, pretended to whistle, and slipped into the bed before Wan Qing's hand was about to pat his butt.

"go to bed!"

Hearing the 'crack' sound, you must know that Wan Qing has finally succeeded.

"Wow, it hurts!"

The dark room fell into silence again.

The two breathed evenly, as if they had fallen asleep quickly.

Suddenly, Ye Chen half-opened one eye: "Idiot Wan Qing."

"..."

"Asleep? C'mon, idiot Wanqing, stupid Wanqing, violent ghost, uncle... eh!"

Then her mouth was blocked by Wan Qing's palm.

Yes, not covered, but blocked.

Nimble fingers even grabbed her tongue.

"Ahhhhh—"

"It's so noisy to you, dare to bite? You'll be finished later."

"Cut... Cheapskate."

"Who the hell is being stingy?"

"You are stingy."

"I'm not stingy. Besides, I'm stingy, isn't it just you who are stingy?"

"I'm not like you."

Wan Qing rubbed her saliva-stained fingers on her face, then turned over and said, "Whatever you want, I'm going to sleep anyway, I'm so sleepy—you can take my toilet when you get up in the middle of the night. The radio is off."

"Oh……"

Now, the tranquility of the night finally came.

……

The alarm bell pulled Wan Qing out of that monotonous dream.

——Last night, she dreamed that she was sitting on the crescent moon, overlooking the land of the world.

Just seeing those lights go off and on again, endless loop.

But neither a person nor a car could be seen.

The boring dream even made her feel like she was sleeping twice as much as usual.

But when I woke up, I was exhausted as hell.

Woke up in a daze, opened the bedroom, and saw his father lying on the sofa, covered with two old quilts, he seemed to still feel cold, and put two coats on top.

The flimsy sofa can't fit too many things, and the father's body is squeezed here, looking a bit aggrieved.

But there is no other place to sleep in the house.

Unless you sleep on the ground.

The apartment is spacious for two people, but narrow for three people.

There were still water stains on the slippers on the ground, and it seemed that my father had just fallen asleep not long ago.

Do you come back late after setting up a stall at night?

He is also working hard for a living.

Wan Qing patted her cheek and told herself that she still had to study hard today and not let herself down.

Every time she wants to relax, she reminds herself like this, and then she can grit her teeth and persevere.

Walking to the bathroom, she looked at the girl with green eyes in the glasses a few times as usual, and then lowered her head to drink some cold water in the tooth cup.

The tap water at the end of December was so cold that she felt like her teeth were about to freeze off.

"I hate winter..." she muttered to herself, no longer caring about the washing rules, only thinking about ending the battle quickly.

Although there is still a facial cleanser, but it is just a routine to apply it a few times and then rinse it off with cold water.

A home without a water heater is so inconvenient.

She thinks she has to buy an electric kettle if she has a chance, so as not to have to turn on the gas stove to boil water...

Although the current electric kettle will not automatically turn off when it is boiled, it will make a sharp sound to remind you.

The father turned over and leaned against the back of the sofa as much as possible. A lot of the quilts were dragged on the floor, and he was still dragging unconsciously in his dream.

Wan Qing, who had just finished washing, stroked her long hair, bent down to pick up the quilt, and tucked her father in again—it looked as if she had wrapped him in a rice dumpling.

When I went to sleep last night, the window in the living room was closed, but now it is open, and there is still a little soot on the window sill.

Apparently, he smoked here again after he came back, but left the window closed.

No wonder he was so cold that he was curled up together.

"I'm getting more and more addicted to cigarettes..." Wan Qing muttered, picked up a cigarette scattered outside the pack, put it on the tip of her nose and sniffed it.

It is the familiar yet unfamiliar smell of tobacco.

She used to be able to smoke a pack a day.

But now her body seems to be unable to bear the smell of smoking, so she didn't force it anymore.

Occasionally, I want to hold it in my mouth. It is probably just a mental habit.

——To be honest, just smelling the smell of tobacco now makes her feel uncomfortable, and sometimes she doesn't understand why her former self likes to smoke so much.

And why do you think it smells so good.

A strange experience, a completely different life.

She looked out the window and narrowed her eyes slightly: "Okay, let's start work..."

Although there is no need to make dinner now, she still has to cook breakfast. After all, my father is sleeping at this moment, so he can't be asked to work anymore.

She would make a portion for her father too—or just cook more porridge and leave him with the leftovers on the plate.

Life is very busy, so most of the time it is how to save effort.

"morning……"

"Go and wash up, you have time to clean up."

"Oh——" Ye Chen nodded and walked into the bathroom staggeringly. As soon as the faucet was turned on, she exclaimed, "Wow, it's so cold!"

"Dong dong—" knocking on the door sounded at this moment.

Wan Qing, who was about to enter the kitchen, turned back to the door, and saw Zhao Jinyu standing at the door with the breakfast she bought from outside: "Good morning! I went to buy breakfast side dishes."

"Hey...it's rare for you to be so early today."

"Last night, I read a novel. After I fell asleep, I still wanted to read it in my dream. Then I got up at four o'clock and continued to read it. At about five o'clock, I went downstairs to buy breakfast."

"Today...it doesn't seem like you bought it in a brand store?"

"Hmm! The roadside stalls are delicious too." Zhao Jinyu had a warm smile on his face, "But...there are not many that look cleaner."

"Ah...it's hard for you."

"What are you talking about? I've already said it. Don't treat me as such a spoiled young lady." Zhao Jinyu pouted, looking a little annoyed, "Do you have porridge tonight?"

"Just going to make it—what did you buy for breakfast?"

"Fried dumplings, fried buns, and some fried ones—!"

"Then you have to cook porridge quickly, these things don't taste good when they're cold."

"Yes." She handed the breakfast in her hand to Wan Qing, sat on the shoe cabinet and took off her shoes seriously, and arranged them neatly, "Where's Ye Chen?"

"Just woke up."

"Ah--morning--" Ye Chen poked his head halfway out of the bathroom, and greeted him vaguely, his mouth was still full of foam.

The ordinary life that is repeated every day has just opened the curtain again.

……