i was my mistake

As soon as she starts going back in time, she decides to change the future to make her life better.

But is this the meaning that I really want to find, or is it the stubbornness of 'I'm here, I'll do something anyway'?

"Suppose there is a ship... and then... it just arrives at this position... Let's take g=10m/s2, without calculating the air resistance, what is the vertical height from the deck to the speedboat?"

"Assuming the height is H..."

Zhao Jinyu was giving Ye Chen a physics problem, which made her little brain run fast.

The knowledge of physics can be seen everywhere in life.

Perhaps it is precisely because it can be substituted into life that it can be consolidated at all times.

People with good academic performance do have special learning skills.

Anyway, rote memorization will definitely not learn much.

If it is said that elementary school and junior high school can still achieve top grades, then in the third year of high school, rote memorization can only barely maintain a middle-level level.

"Well, that's right!"

"Huh... It's rare that I don't do my homework today, so don't ask questions, okay..." Ye Chen's small face was wrinkled like a bitter gourd, "Let's talk about something else..."

"Alright, Chen'er, have you read any novels in English?"

"No."

"There are a lot of interesting slang words in the all-English novel, for example..."

"Wait, let's talk about physics!"

When Wan Qing heard the conversation between the two, she couldn't help raising the corners of her mouth.

Life is still normal, but she wishes it could go on forever.

Even if it is so plain and ordinary.

Suddenly, she felt something fluffy rubbing against her feet, lowered her head, and saw a white dog limping past her.

Probably because I haven't bathed for a long time, the white hair has turned a little yellow, and some places are stained with dirty things, sticking together black.

As if sensing that Wan Qing was looking at it, the latter stopped, raised its head, and swayed its tail behind it.

The human-like black eyes revealed a bit of deliberate flattery and anticipation.

My father had just finished his work, lit a cigarette and put it in his mouth. When he saw the big white dog, he smiled a little: "It's here to eat again."

"again?"

"Yeah, I can see it every day when I set up the stall. Sometimes I pour out the food that the customers can't eat. It seems that the leg was crippled by the car. It looks so pitiful. of."

"I think it will be pretty after washing." Ye Chen bent down, looked at the big adult dog, and carefully reached out his hand, wanting to touch its head.

The latter stood quietly without moving, allowing Ye Chen to gently place his palm on top of its head.

"Ah, be good, be good." Ye Chen likes dogs.

To be precise, she likes all cute animals.

"It's really cute, but you still have to be careful of fleas." Zhao Jinyu lay on Ye Chen's shoulder and looked at the lame white dog. Although she wanted to pet it, she still didn't. reach out.

Wan Qing scratched its chin, but the latter didn't resist, and the tail behind it kept wagging rhythmically.

"Looks like a dirt dog."

"It should be? Pet dogs won't live on the streets anymore."

"That's not necessarily the case." When Wan Qing lived in S City, she often encountered pet dogs and cats abandoned by others on the street.

In [-], even the countryside is full of pet dogs and pet dogs, and it is not easy to find a dog that is the same as before.

"It's a pity that there are no leftovers from the guests today, otherwise I can feed it." The father squatted behind the white dog, took a deep breath of cigarettes, and poked its tail lightly with his finger, "Haha, this dog doesn't eat it." rebellious."

"Dad, why don't you get something to eat for it?" Ye Chen couldn't bear to look at it begging for food, "It seems to be very hungry."

"Oh—maybe it's because of a lame leg, so it's not easy to grab food. I'll see later... I don't know if it can bite the pork bones used for stewing." My father slowly exhaled a smoke from his mouth. He smoked a cigarette when he was free, at least half of the cigarette butts beside the stall were thrown by himself.

The big white dog seemed to understand, and sat down on the spot, facing his father, but still wagging his tail behind him to please him.

Ye Youliang threw away the cigarette butt, scooped it up in the stewed pot for a long time, found a piece of bone without any meat, and gently threw it in front of it.

"Eat it!"

It lowered its head and sniffed, then glanced at Ye Youliang again, and when he gave Ye Youliang another affirmative look, it finally lowered its head and began to bite.

This bone is used for making soup, and it has already been crispy and rotten, so it looks very easy to bite.

A single bone soon had no residue left, it limped to Ye Youliang's side wagging its tail, and rubbed its head against its trouser leg.

But Ye Youliang didn't like it getting so close, he smiled and scolded and kicked it lightly: "Go, it's dirty or not, don't rub me."

It looked left and right, and came back to Ye Chen again, this time it wasn't begging for food - it gently pushed her arm up with its head, as if it wanted her to touch itself.

"This dog really enjoys it, and even asks someone to massage it after eating." Wan Qing joked with a smile.

Ye Chen didn't get angry with her at all, because she was immersed in the joy of petting the dog right now.

"Okay, it's getting late, let's go back, or the hot water will run out later."

"Ah..." Ye Chen was full of reluctance, "Bye bye...? Xiaobai?"

"It's only been a few minutes, has the name been taken yet?"

"……Leave me alone."

"Goodbye, Xiaobai~" Zhao Jinyu used the name Ye Chen gave it, and waved his hand gently towards it, and the latter made a 'woo-woo' sound, as if he was not willing to let them leave.

"See you tomorrow~"

"Well! We will come again tomorrow."

"Mr. Dog, I'll see you tomorrow." Wan Qing followed suit, turning her head to look at her father, "Dad, let's go up first—speaking of which time do you go home now?"

"The stall will be closed at about 03:30, and it will be about four o'clock after packing up."

"It's so late, is there any business in the early morning?"

"There are still some customers from one to three o'clock, and generally they order a lot." The father showed a tired smile, "I almost washed and washed, and I went to bed at 04:30 or [-] o'clock, and then I went to bed at [-]:[-] noon. Get up when it’s time to order, prepare the ingredients, and roll out the stalls around four o’clock in the afternoon, which is actually okay, not too tiring.”

"You can just figure it out." Wan Qing had a lot to say, but what she said was just such a neutral sentence.

"Do not worry!"

"...I don't care about you." She curled her lips and looked away.

This is the time when the night market is at its busiest, and the originally short road feels extraordinarily long now.

Zhao Jinyu would always be attracted by those peddlers, and would stop and watch for a long time.

"Come, come, take a look! This mop is very useful. You see, I sprinkle the oil on it, and then pour the sewage. It's not over yet. I also smash this rotten pumpkin on it, and pour it in by the way. Some confetti, you see, as long as I drag it lightly like this, all the garbage will be gone, and it will all be dragged to the side. , we can just use this small shovel to shovel it into the dustpan..."

"This mop looks amazing..." Zhao Jinyu looked at it excitedly, "Would you like to buy one and take it home?"

"Forget it, you might as well go to the supermarket or a small store to buy it. In fact, he sells it more expensive, and it doesn't have such a good effect. I have used this kind of mop before, and it can't be mopped in a dead corner."

"Well, that's it..."

Zhao Jinyu nodded regretfully, but when he turned around, he was attracted by a kitchen knife seller.

"Brother, look at how fast this knife is! Cut the skin of the meat and cut it lightly. Look, it's like cutting tofu. Hey, come on, auntie, try this knife. Oh yes, just cut lightly. You Look, it’s very easy to cut, how about cutting the bone? It’s just one knife, you see, it breaks immediately! Cutting the bone is also very easy..."

"If you can't buy it for one dollar, you will suffer a loss. If you can't buy it for one dollar, you will be fooled. When the factory is cleared, it's all one dollar..."

"Hoop, loop, ten times for one yuan, ten times for one yuan!"

"Okay, okay, Jinyu, I'm going back, I really can't catch up with the hot bath later."

"it is good……"

"Ima like night markets, don't you?"

"Well, when I lived with my parents, I rarely saw them."

"Didn't go to the night market much before?"

"Yes, they all go to the mall, but I still think the night market is more interesting, everything is so cheap, you can buy a bunch of daily necessities or food for a little money, and there are all kinds of goods, boss Their personalities are also very strange..."

"For rich people, doing this once in a while is to experience life, but for ordinary people, this is life itself."

"Wanwan—! Really." The good-tempered Zhao Jinyu stomped his feet in a rare awkward way, "Didn't you say... don't treat me like that?"

"Cough, I'm sorry, I'm sorry...it's just a momentary feeling." For Zhao Jinyu, the 'tutor', Wan Qing was much more gentle than when she was treating Ye Chen.

"Living in this world, whether rich or poor, or ordinary people, they are all pursuing their own happiness after all." Ye Chen said with a little emotion.

"Happiness is not the end." Wan Qing squinted at her, "Happiness is a road."

……

X. About Wanqing

Wan Qing has been smart since she was a child.

She was only one year old when she was picked up, but she had stopped crying or fussing, her eyes were calm and sensible.

Before the age of two, he can speak, and he can speak many words that children of four or five years old may not necessarily have learned, but the speech is still a little vague.

She rarely played with other children, and at the age of six, she already looked like a mature little adult.

People around her said that her adoptive parents were lucky to have picked up this smart and well-behaved child.

Perhaps her beauty since she was a child is also related to the fact that her adoptive parents are willing to spend money to dress her up.

She had her own lip balms and face creams at a time when many country folks couldn't even get enough to eat.

There are a lot of new clothes every year, most of which are made by my adoptive mother herself. When the society becomes more open, I will occasionally go to the city to buy more fashionable clothes.

At the age of eight, she was already in the second grade of elementary school.

At that time, the adoptive father was in good health, and he could always pick her up on the bicycle that rang all over his body except the bell.

Of course, compared to other parents, it will always come much later.

After all, the journey is long.

Even if it is very inconvenient, they still have to put her to study in the city. The two railway workers who have never had children in their lives regard her as the only sustenance in their lives.

Primary school always ends very early, so the afternoon sun is still shining brightly before the sunset.

As usual, Wan Qing waited at the school gate, carrying the clean schoolbag, waiting for her adoptive father to pick it up.

Many children with snacks passed in front of her, but her eyes were not attracted at all, and she didn't seem to be greedy.

This is the city center of H City, but there are much more factories in this era than later, and it is much closer to the city.

So even here, it is still shrouded in smoke and dust, and the sky cannot be seen clearly.

The crowd at the school gate is slowly dissipating, and the parents who have received their children are leaving.

Wan Qing, who was wearing braids, stroked her braids lightly, then staggered to a corner and squatted down with a big schoolbag that didn't match her figure.

A little boy looked at her stupidly, shaking the popsicle in his hand as if showing off, and the melted sugar water dripped from his dirty little hand to the ground, attracting a group of ants.

Wan Qing smiled lightly at him, not annoyed by his childish showing off.

"Are the popsicles delicious?"

"Delicious! You don't have it!" When he said this, the little boy was a little proud.

"Yes."

"I'll give you a bite, do you want it!" But he seemed to be quite generous, and actually handed out the popsicle.

Wan Qing's slightly raised Danfeng eyes narrowed with a smile: "I don't need it, you can eat it."

"Oh, then I ate it. Which class do you belong to? Please eat the whole thing next time."

"Let's talk about it next time we meet."

The little boy wanted to say something, but he seemed to hear his mother calling him. He turned around, took a bite of the popsicle, sucked the melted sugar water into his mouth, and spread his legs , quickly ran towards a young woman.

Wan Qing looked at his back, as if thinking of something, she showed... how should I put it, a kind smile that shouldn't appear on a little girl's face.

She looked back and saw a clean and beautiful little girl leaning against the street lamp, holding a steaming meat floss bread in her hand, sobbing and crying.